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 Not too young : by (C) Hamilton Joyce.  Mf ff incest cons.

   Doctor Harbottle looked at his patient: he had never seen him before but
he must be on the list or he would not have got past the tyrannical
receptionist.  From the look of him he would seldom need medical attention,
one of those big, muscular, handsome men.  Rugby forward's build, he
thought: all bone and muscle.  Something of the military about him as well,
but perhaps that was just the upright bearing and the really well-cut suit.
An alpha-male, and wealthy judging by the obviously hand-sewn suit and
hand-made brogues.

   And yet he seemed nervous.

   "My daughter is in your waiting room, but I wanted a brief chat with you
before you examine her."

   The doctor's expression did not change, but inwardly he smiled. 
Daughter pregnant and wanting an abortion, he guessed.  Well this was the
wrong place for that....  Could be a short appointment!

   "She's twelve, but very developed for her age, precocious, and given
that she is fairly pretty there are always several lads hanging around:
worryingly most of them seem to be at least two or three years older. 
Apparently across the country a third of girls in Year Eight, her class,
are already sexually active and although I have no reason to think she
herself is, it is frankly worrying.  I think she needs contraceptive
advice, probably the birth-control pill."

   Aha!  One of those.  Daddy half in love with his pubescent daughter,
jealous, concerned, perhaps in part an expression of half-suppressed lust
for her, his conscious mind ignorant of his sexual feelings for her. 
Guilty feelings.  Usually girls were brought in by their mother; father was
odd.  Not my business, though!

   "When did she have her first period?"

   Elizabeth was ten, nearly eleven: that would be two years ago.  She
doesn't get them often, certainly not every month but she has a lot of pain
from them, enough to keep her out of school a few days sometimes."

   "Irregular periods.  The best way to regulate periods is to prescribe
treatment that is in fact identical to contraception."

   "You mean, doctor, that in regulating her periods she would also be
protected against pregnancy."
"Exactly: now shall we get the young lady in?"

   ....................

   Doctor Harbottle Polished his glasses on his tie, put them back on and
looked Beth up and down instantly registering that her father's description
of "fairly pretty" was an understatement.  She was drop-dead beautiful, and
sexy as hell even in her school uniform!  Would tempt a saint, let alone a
horny school fellow!  Or father, the thought suddenly occurred.  Jail bait
in the exact meaning of the term.  None of my business!  the old man
thought.

   "Elizabeth, your father says you get some pain from your periods..."

   "It's horrible, doctor, and they go on much too long.  Sometimes I have
one and then only two weeks later another.  Sometimes none for months.  And
they leave me feeling weak for a long time as well."

   "I think we can sort that for you.  But I need to examine you quite
thoroughly.  Please go behind that screen and undress."

   "Everything?"

   "Yes.  If you are worried about your daddy being here for the
examination we can ask him to wait outside."

   "Could you examine me behind the screen, please."

   "I'm afraid not.  You see we need that table over there."

   "Then I'd rather daddy waited outside."

   'Excellent, the old doctor thought.  Not only is she lovely, she is
chaste and modest.  Wasted though on this impotent old medic, sadly, but it
will be good to look at and fondle her a bit even though my cock is most
unlikely to function'.

   She emerged naked from the modesty screen, one arm across her breasts,
the other hand over her pussy.  She was blushing, to complete the old
doctor's joy, as he pointed her to the couch where she obediently lay on
her back.

   He swung two sort of arm rests up from the side of the sheet-covered
bench and she heard them lock into place.  They were not for arms, she
discovered, but for legs, and when she put a leg on each of them her knees
were bent and her legs up high, and wide apart, stretched even, and her
pussy was terribly exposed.

   The doctor washed his hands in the little sink and as he was drying them
looked at her young body.  Nice tits, very developed for her age...  those
of a fit fifteen year old in his experience: at twelve, exceptional, so
nicely rounded ad obviously firm, and the aureoles so pink in contrast to
her milk-white breasts and torso.  Nipples soft still: well his examination
of her would soon change that.  Flat belly, so slender her hip bones stood
out as she lay supine: navel very pretty: the midwife had done a good job
twelve years ago: the long, slender legs of a twelve year old, not fifteen
years these legs, not like her breasts, slightly more golden tanned than
her so very white torso and inner thighs.  Her pussy was a delight.  As he
approached her he studied it: a slightly rounded mons in contrast with her
flat, athletic-looking belly and with just a dusting of fine golden hair, a
darker, richer blonde than her ash-blonde pony-tail.  The mons drew his
eyes: it seemed large compared to her slight body, but they often did in
slender pubescent lasses.  Cunt lips closed despite legs being spread. 
Plump, though, like her full lips: he had noticed girls nowadays often wore
lipstick even when in school uniform, but hers looked naturally red.  It
was a medical fact that full lips....  mouth and cunt.....  indicated a
sensual temperament.  Her daddy was probably wise to be worried!
He clicked the clasps on her ankles, locking them as he always did even
for older girls and women.  They could wriggle a bit when examined if their
ankles were free to move.  It made the examination easier, and he found his
female patients acquiesced more readily to his unusually thorough
manipulations of their genitals if they felt they were secured.  He was

sure some older women were even aroused by their helplessness.

   Time was he would have been too.....  Ah, well!

   "Now, my dear, I need to examine you internally to make sure the pain
and irregular periods are just that and nothing worse.  It may be
uncomfortable, but I won't hurt you.  Is that all right?"

   The "Yes" was almost a whisper.  It was not all right, that was obvious,
but she was being brave.

   Using both hands, he parted those hairless, chaste, tight lips and the
inner cleft was a shockingly garish pink compared with the white of her
thighs and outer vulva.  His hand was shaking with excitement as it always
did when examining a beauty.  Holding the lips apart with finger and thumb
of his left hand, he reached for the spray and pumped a dollop of lube. 
She gave a little start.

   "Was that cold, Elizabeth.  I'm sorry."

   He used his index finger to spread the jelly down her cleft, and then up
as far as her clitoris.  She gave another start as he touched, and then
pressed the little nub, feeling it stiffen as he did.

   "Can you feel that, Elizabeth?"

   "Oh yes."

   He rubbed the clitoris and had the impression she was already adding her
own lubricant to that he had applied.

   "Does it hurt?'

   "Oh no, doctor."

   He was rubbing it, pulling it, pressing it now and there was no doubt
the girl was capable of being aroused, was aroused in fact.

   "Describe to me how it feels, please."

   "Sort of....  I don't know, tingly.  Better than that.  Oh!  Something's
happening."

   "Good.  It's supposed to."

   Now the index finger of his other hand pressed against her vaginal
entrance.  As he penetrated with the tip, as far only as the first knuckle
he told her he needed to feel inside to check everything was good there, as
it was outside.

   She was silent and he shamelessly started to finger fuck her, finger in
deep now, while stimulating her clitoris.

   'No hymen,' he thought.  'Good.  Probably lost it in the school gym or
on the playing field.  Her loss My gain!'

   "Tell me if it hurts...."

   "No it feels nice, Ooh!  I think I'm going to piss."

   "No you aren't, my dear.  That's perfectly normal and what I hoped would
happen.  Proves you are a normal, healthy, fit young girl.  Now let it
happen, just let it happen."

   He watched her body tense, her legs strain at their shackles, and felt
his finger gripped by the muscles of her fit, young vagina.  She had cum.

   "Was that the first time you felt that?  And was it nice?"

   "Oh Yes!" She lied in answer to the first question and told the truth
for the second for the second.

   "Well you can do that to yourself any time you want: it's called
masturbation and nearly all grown-ups do it and it's good for them.  And
you're nearly grown-up too, Elizabeth.  And I strongly advise it.  Now do
you know how to check your breasts for lumps?"

   "Lumps?"

   "Can mean cancer.  And you should check every now and then I'll show you
how."

   The old reprobate fondled first one matchless little breast, squeezing
gently, drawing his spread fingers over its roundness as far as the nipple,
and then rolling that between his fingers till it stood as erect as her
little clitoris.

   "No lumps that one.  Now the other".

   So firm and so silky.  God!  How he loved the feel and texture of pert
young breasts.  They were at their best at Elizabeth's age, still small,
almost conical still, but so perky and upright, so sensitive, so promising
to the lucky lad who got inside her bra....

   Time was he would have retired a few minutes while she changed, claiming
to be consulting his books but in fact jerking off.  But now he just sat
waiting for her to emerge in her school uniform, the only change being he
could see her nipples peaking in the white cotton of her school shirt.

   Daddy was called in and told his daughter was fit and healthy, with no
"women's problems" apart from trouble with the periods caused by hormonal
balance, and this prescription would cure that, as well as being a good
safety resource as they had discussed.

   Jasper waited till they were out of sight of the windows, sitting in the
car in the surgery car-park and he placed an arm round his daughter.

   "Just a matter of going to the pharmacy now and getting the pills: looks
like he's prescribed three months.  I hope he thinks you are an innocent
young girl, like we discussed?"

   "Oh yes, daddy!  I acted dumb and shy for him, very young and green.  He
didn't tell me the pills are also birth control!  But I guess he knows I'm
not as innocent after his so-called examination as I was before..."

   She giggled.

   "He's really a dirty old man!"

   "We all are, Beth!"

   He laughed.

   "I love you daddy!"

   "It's five days before we're allowed to love properly, sweetie,"

   ...................................

   This story had started four years earlier, when Beth was about nine,
anyway when she was still in year six.  His wife had not yet fallen for her
boss....  or at least for his yacht and villa in The Bahamas....  and not
yet asked her husband for a divorce.  She had found out about Beauty
Pageants, and decided (rightly) her Beth was lovely enough to win most.

   Jasper, her father, had been doubtful about it when he learned that for
'Little Miss Pageants', which were what would have been called 'Beauty
Contests' when he was a lad, these girls aged six to ten would be dressed
up in silks and satins, made up like grown women, paraded and encouraged to
sing and dance for the entertainment of an audience.  Composed at least in
part of paedophiles, he guessed.  As a trained teacher he worried that this
precocious behaviour would blight the girl's development.  He told his wife
that in his opinion it was not appropriate, but she replied that he should
not be so stuffy: it was only a bit of fun and the kids loved it: little
girls loved dressing up.  And the dancing and singing on stage would add
immeasurably to the younster's self-confidence and poise.

   He pointed out there was no equivalent for little boys: no-one dressed
them in mini dinner-jackets and had them imitate Fred Astaire orFrank
Sinatra!  The whole idea was unhealthy and part of the over-early
sexualisation of girls.

   Her only answer was "Stuff and Nonsense, Pseudo-psychological guff. 
It's just a bit of fun."

   She got her way.  She always did!

   But he had to admit his little girl looked cute in her lace and nylon
dress, stockings and high heels, with shoulder length ash-blonde hair and
her full lips made scarlet, her clear blue eyes set in a face made adult by
eye-shadow, and tints accentuating her cheekbones.  Cute, but not sexy in
fact.  Just a little girl who loved dressing up: no problem with that.  And
she loved acting as well, singing and dancing.  Her favourites were Tammy
Wynette's 'Stand By Your Man', and The Everly Brothers' 'All You Have To Do
Is Dream', but she could also strut her stuff like Tina Turner.  It seemed
harmless enough despite the feminists and others' opposition to it.  He
kept quiet about it in the school staff-room!

   Anyway, mother and daughter enjoyed it, and in fact although the girl
looked cute, he noticed the actual winners always looked sexy way beyond
their real age: finalists had complicated hair-dos, silicon breasts and
false bubble-bottoms, and even his wife would not countenance that.  There
were four Pageants in the year before his wife dropped her bombshell and
completely upset the tranquil, if rather boring, life of the little family,
and Beth was not a finalist in any of them.

   Her Boss had fallen for his Personal Assistant, and cleverly she had not
allowed him more than a kiss, a fondle, a grope, an occasional evenings out
and a generally flirtatious disposition.  Not allowed more until he
proposed marriage, having recently divorced his 'trophy wife', a fashion
model and celebrity, no more beautiful than his blonde PA and nowhere near
as clever and animated, and unable to remember she was married when
propositioned by any one of a dozen male model hunks!  The lure of a
multi-millionaire, jet-set life-style was just too much for Jasper's wife
of a decade, and she accepted, immediately asking Jasper for a divorce.  It
was a simple matter with no financial implications, obviously: she did not
even need to take much more than a single suitcase when she shook hands
with her soon-to-be ex and left by taxi.

   But life as a single parent was quite different for Jasper.  Beth was
only eleven, and nowadays the law meant she could not be left alone at
home: the latch-key kids of his own youth were a no-no nowadays.  So he
gave up his job as a maths teacher and started to work as a free-lance
writing code for two software houses.  He was initially worried about the
loss of a regular salary, but soon realised he would be better off
especially as there was demand for maths tutoring, lots of which was paid
cash so no income tax.  By the time the account you are still reading
(amazingly!) really begins, with the visit to Doctor Harbottle, he had also
managed to produce two successful software applications that were bringing
in a tidy sum from licensing each month, and was working on a third.  In
fact he was earning twice his former salary, and had no money worries at
all.

   But no more Pageants!  In any case, now Beth was eleven she would have
to compete in the 'Miss Teen' shows, not the 'Little Miss', and she would
be up against beauties as old as fifteen, with developed breasts and
shapely figures.  Some of these had been doing pageants since they were six
and Beth did not fancy the competition.

   It was nice that her big, strong, handsome, kind and gentle daddy was
always home, especially in the long school holidays.

   As for Jasper, he was content with his rather solitary existence, his
daughter the centre of his being, his pride and joy.  The summer when she
had gone off to "camp" for a week had left him miserable.

   But for Beth the camp had been an eye-opener.  She shared her tent with
a girl from the Convent School, not her High School, an English girl whose
parents were immigrants from India.  Ama was tiny, just over five feet
tall, but a really lovely girl.  At eleven, like Beth, she had started to
develop breasts and womanly curves, and with her golden complexion and
deep, brown eyes and long, silky black hair she was lovely.  She also knew
about lesbian love.  It seemed the convent girls, rebelling perhaps against
the nuns who ran the place, were much livelier sexually than high school
girls....  at least in year seven.

   When she finally asked Ama whether some of the nuns were lesbian her
friend ducked the question.  "Ask no questions and get told no lies." Beth
drew her own conclusions!

   She taught Beth how to masturbate, and managed to seduce her into oral
sex.  At the end of the week, Beth wanted nothing more than to lay naked
with her new friend sucking each others' clitties, finger-fucking and
generally provoking even more development in their young bodies as the
hormones increased and raced through them.

   They arranged sleep-overs, of course, managing to make silent love as
children always seem to achieve!  Probably the reader can remember?

   Sometimes she felt sorry for her daddy, whose wife had betrayed him: she
had never been very close to her mother, and Doctor Harbottle would have
diagnosed jealousy, and a father-fixation, though as yet it was a feeling
of loving, romantic perhaps but not at all sexual.  Her daddy had a few men
friends: he went to football matches with a guy he had worked with when a
teacher, and sometimes men from one of the software houses would come
round, drink beer and play poker, but never any women.  None at all.
It would have been difficult for him to date, to get out evenings or

nights in any case.

   As for Jasper, it was 'once bitten twice shy'.  He no longer trusted
women.  He had visited a prostitute just once: she had been pretty,
willing, and expert, and in a way the sex was good despite the hated
condom. But he had been left with a feeling of sadness and inadequacy,
almost of shame, which was so unlike the afterglow he had felt sometimes
after sex with his wife.  He decided never again and was content with 'Mrs
Palm and her five daughters' helped by erotic fiction and the occasional
porn video from the internet.

   So life went on, no passion but no dramas either.

   .................................

   It was just after Beth's twelfth birthday that things started to change.
And the actual moment was seven minutes past nine the evening of the 30th
of July.  He was sitting watching the news when Beth came in saying she had
finished her homework, and flopped down beside him on the settee.  She felt
a sudden tenderness for her daddy, so handsome with his bare chest, so
strong and masculine, yet, she knew, so vulnerable.  Almost unthinking, she
spoke.

   "You never have any girl friends, daddy....?"

   She put her arm around his bare shoulder, and he felt the warmth of her
thigh under the thin school uniform dress as it pressed against his thighs,
half-bared in his old rugby shorts.  He thought for a moment.  True!

   "You're my girl-friend, Beth."

   "Oh daddy, that's the nicest thing you ever said to me."

   And, still unthinking, in a sudden surge of emotion, she clutched
herself to him and kissed him full on the lips.  She felt him hesitate, but
then his mouth responded, and they were kissing open-mouthed.  This was
like her kisses with Ama, she thought, and slipped her tongue into his
mouth as Ama had taught her.

   Jasper had a surge of tenderness for his daughter, but he realised it
was more than that as he felt his cock stiffen.  Fuck!  And there was no
way to disguise it in his thin rugby shorts!

   Suddenly frightened he broke away: but not before Beth had noticed his
erection and she knew very well what a hard cock meant!

   He got up, excusing himself saying he needed a shower.....

   ..................................

   That night his usual masturbation included thoughts of his daughter. 
For the first time her developing breasts, her newly rounded, jutting
bottom, the contrast between narrow waist and slightly broader hips took on
sexual meaning for him.  He came as he wondered if she yet had any fine
golden hair on her pussy.  Afterwards he was sad, guilty, feeling as he had
after visiting the whore.  This was worse than visiting whores, he thought,
lusting after his daughter: disgusting.

   Beth too had a new subject for her nightly fantasies: no longer Ama or
one of the pop-stars she had stuck on her bedroom wall, now it was her
daddy, his golden-haired chest, his passionate lips, and above all the male
mystery of that hard cock.  He had called her 'his girlfriend'!  And with
that thought she came, one of her best orgasms yet, but not with guilt or
shame: rather, a new ambition.  She would be his real girlfriend, and
soon....

   A clever girl, she worked out her plan of seduction.

   Her daddy was coaching her in maths and that was her opportunity.....

   "Daddy, I need some help with something I don't understand"

   'Not surprising!' he thought.  'She's years ahead of any student I ever
had in Year Seven, and tackling Calculus at a level most of my old Year
Twelve found demanding, and they were all students specialising in Maths
and Physics.  There was a Parent-Teacher evening coming up and he must make
sure Mrs Freeman is up to date with Beth's progress: thank goodness she
allows the girl to get on quietly with her studies while the rest of the
set had class sessions.  There had been some talk of sitting her in with
the Year twelve students, but with her daddy's tutoring she seemed able to
teach herself from the text books, and enjoyed it as well.'

   "Be right with you, Beth."

   He sat beside her at the kitchen table as she explained where she had
got stuck.  They were close together and he could smell the lavender of her
shampoo, feel the warmth of her body as her thigh touched his.  Then she
leaned forward and out of the side of his eye he could see her school shirt
undone two buttons down the front, and inside a lovely white bra enclosing
her new teenage breasts, rounded already, plump beneath the lace tracery,
tipped by the pink shadow of her aureoles, no bigger than a 10p coin but
with long, erect pink nipples.  He stuttered in his explanation and was
aware his cock had leaped to attention.

   He gathered his wits again, and showed her that this was what they
called an exception, and could not be resolved so the best would be just to
skip over it and continue the course, returning to the exception to
understand why the theorem was invalid for it when she was confident she
had understood this module.

   To be honest, Beth knew this already, but also knew the sight of her
perky young tits had the effect on her daddy she wanted.

   Too wise to think a sudden revelation of her nakedness, or even of her
bra and panties would do anything other than completely scare him off, she
decided she would seduce him with a policy of a thousand cuts, brief,
teasing glimpses.....

   Poor Jasper!

   First it was breasts, She always had those buttons on her shirt undone
when at home and he could not avoid looking, seeing her various brassieres,
white, pink, pastel blue, always plumply filled by her pert tits, like
little pigeons, he thought.  And her nipples, sometimes soft, almost
invisible under the thin nylon or satin, sometimes erect and making little
peaks in the fabric.  Her white bra was sufficiently transparent for him to
know the size and colour of her little-girl aureoles.

   In a way it was comforting that his daughter was so careless in the
presence of her daddy, so innocent and trusting, but for him it was a sweet
penance, his erotic pleasure mixed in with his shame, swinging from joyful
celebration of her pretty bosom and masturbating to the memory of those
stolen glimpses, and then the shame and guilt, and good resolutions to stop
using her pubescent body as wanking material....

   It was all right when she was wearing her school skirt, knee-length, but
she had taken to changing into short pleated skirts at home, or, in a way
worse, tight, very short shorts....  what used to be called hot pants. 
Jeez!  Some were so tight that he could almost make out the shape of her
pussy, the shape of her cunt-lips outlined in the thin denim in the crotch,
under the base of the triangle of creases delineating her mons.  If she had
a mother then a friendly word from her would be enough to warn her that it
was not proper for a young girl to wear such tight, revealing shorts.  It
was obviously impossible for a male to tell her, even her daddy: he was
supposed not to notice the sexiness of his daughter......  he would have to
suffer the unwanted erections, the subterfuges to hide them, the nightly
pleasure of masturbation remembering them, and equally the depressing
remorse that followed the ever more powerful orgasms....

   ..................................

   Home from school Friday evening Beth had changed into 'more comfortable
clothes'.  She stood looking at herself in the long mirror she had asked
her daddy to move from his room to hers soon after mummy had abandoned
them. She was singing quietly to herself....  'Stand by your man', her
favourite!.  She liked what she saw: it would put lead in daddy's pencil
she was sure.

   She posed, cheesecake fashion, arms stretched upwards, one legs slightly
ahead of the other so her pubis was pushed forward, becoming the focus
drawing the eye to it.  These old denim shorts were too small for her now,
and that was the point of them!  She would never wear them outside the
house, but to tease her daddy they were ideal.  The cheap, thin blue denim
was frayed at the edges, and even had a wear hole not quite in the middle
of her belly.....  white skin showed just a bit.  She was not wearing
knickers for the full effect she wanted.  And it was indeed the full
effect. From the front the frayed legs of the shorts were a bit loose
around her still slender thighs, but at the crotch, pulled up as far as
possible, they were very tight.  The denim was faded and there was a
triangle of creases roughly the same shape and size as her new pubic fleece
she was so proud of.  Better still, as she stood one foot slightly advanced
she could see her crotch and there was a lovely crease down the centre of
the cloth...  what Ama had told her the boys called a 'camel toe'.  Daddy
could not fail to see that, although hidden, she had proper plump lips down
there.....

   She turned round and looked over her shoulder: from behind it was almost
sexier as the too-small shorts rode high up her buttocks and showed just
the beginning of the rounded white flesh of her bum.  Ama said her cute
little bum was her best feature.

   Facing the mirror again, the cropped top showed off her flat belly and
belly button nicely.  Her skin was too white, she decided: she would have
to do some serious sun-bathing when the school holidays started!  But it
was sexy enough.  And nicely loose at the bottom, her tits making it stand
out away from her torso.  How the boys would love to slip their hands up
there for a quick grope.  She guessed that thought would occur to her daddy
too.  'Stand by your man....'

   Her tits were still small but the magazines said lots of men liked
small, perky bosoms, and it was obvious that daddy did from the way his
cock got hard at the slightest glimpse of her bra.  Well, this top had a
loose top as well, and when she leaned forward he would see her bra, and
the white lacy-string strap kept coming into view as well as the blouse
slipped across her shoulder.

   On an impulse she took a selfie and sent it to Ama.  The reply was
instant: a text 'Yummy!  Yummy!  Kissy!  Kissy!' and a photo of Ama's
so-lovely pussy, golden-brown and completely clean shaven...  waxed today
Beth thought.....  her little hand resting on the cunt with the gold ring
her daddy had given Ama last Christmas on her slender index finger, but her
two middle fingers deep in that sweet vagina.  She texted back 'Yummy! 
Yummy!  licky!  Licky!'

   So it was a well-aroused little girl who went into the kitchen.

   Daddy was already sitting at the kitchen table, reading last Sunday's
Colour Supplement.

   "I'm doing a stir fry, daddy.  I put the jacket potatoes in the oven an
hour ago, so it will only take me ten minutes and we can eat."

   He was sitting there, not open mouthed but clearly gob-smacked.

   Beth was drop-dead sexy.  His eyes were drawn to the tight crotch of her
shorts, that triangle of creases in the cloth so obviously mimicking her
pubes, the puffy crease down the centre so suggestive of the teenage labia
beneath.  He felt his cock jump to full erection and was glad he was
sitting down!  Her breasts made little points where the nipples stretched
the cotton of the top, and although they were small, they pushed her
cropped top outwards so it stood proud of her lovely, flat belly, so white
and smooth.

   What a delight it would be to....

   No!  He mustn't even think that.  Banish the thought.  This was not just
any female!  This was his own daughter!  And still a child....  at least in
the eyes of the law.  He really must control his thoughts, even if his cock
had a life of its own: bloody dangerous thoughts!

   But as she turned her back to him facing the stove and preparing the
stir-fry he could not help ogling that cute butt, its shapeliness if
anything emphasised by the over-tight shorts.  Jeez!  You could see the
start of that swelling, jutting, silky white bottom above the frayed denim.
She must be wearing a very tiny thong.....  or none at all!  His cock
twitched in appreciation of this un-fatherly thought.

   He opened the bottle of beer she had put by his place and took a swig:
she knew he preferred to drink from the bottle, but had put a glass of
water by her setting.

   Through the meal she chattered away merrily, and he was treated to the
vision of her dazzling white bra, lace-trimmed, every time she leaned
forward, and the sight of her lace bra strap which kept appearing as the
loose blouse slipped towards one shoulder or the other before she shook her
torso to get it hidden again.

   He was sure the innocent girl did not know the effect her stunning
beauty, and suggestive clothes was having on her poor old, sex-starved
daddy....  but there was no way he could tell her.  This was when a young
girl needed her mother, he thought.  A mother could tell her not to be
careless in revealing her body, but a daddy could hardly do that.  It would
not be decent even to admit he had noticed.



   "You cooked, angel, so I'll wash the pans and load the dish-washer."

   "I've recorded the Stephen Hawkins series, daddy.  Now it's complete
let's watch it."

   The Professor was a hero to both Father and daughter.....

   When he had cleared away he stood at the door of their living room....
his daughter was laying on her back on the settee, her long bare legs over
the arm, They were apart, and he could not fail to see her crotch
shamelessly open to view.  Covered by faded denim, yes, but the fabric so
thin and tight as to leave very little of her pudenda to imagination.  His
cock was like steel now.  'Well sod it!' he thought.  'Nothing I can do
about that', and lifted her legs up, sat down, and put those lovely legs
back so they were over his lap, shapely but still-adolescent slender legs
he dreamed about so often.

   Beth was enthralled as soon as that familiar voice started what was
going to be for Beth a fascinating lecture.  At the level of the programme
there was nothing about the subject that Jasper, a good mathematician after
all, did not know, but none-the-less this was a fascinating man and worth
listening to for the occasional insights.

   He was not even aware that he was gently stroking his daughter's legs,
hands even reaching the inside of her thighs sometimes.

   Beth, however, was very aware of her daddy's caresses, and also of the
knobbly lump under her thighs.  He seemed to be aroused a lot recently. 
Good!  If only he would reach a little bit further up and feel how hot, and
probably damp the thin denim was.  Perhaps she should have worn skirt and
panties.  Ah well!  Next time.  And in any case this was nice, very loving!


   Half way through the programme she sat beside her daddy, her naked thigh
touching his...  he was wearing his old rugby shorts as he so often did....
and her head resting on his chest.  His tee was old and thin, the
university crest on it nearly faded away: she could feel the mat of hair
and was very aware of the masculine scent of his body through the thin
fabric.  He put his arm around her, his hand resting on the naked flesh of
her shoulder inside the loose blouse, the lacy bra-strap under his palm, as
he was very aware.

   The programme ended and she muted the tv, almost whispering, her voice
was so low.

   "One day I want to be able to understand the maths behind his theories,
daddy.  Do you think I ever will?"

   She felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder increase as he hugged
her closer.  He felt an intense tenderness for his lovely, talented, happy
daughter.

   "You know, Beth, over the years I've taught dozens, hundreds possibly,
of boys and girls at school mostly sixteen and seventeen years old, and I
promise you I've never had one who understood calculus as quickly and
naturally as you.  I really think you are a gifted mathematician, and the
sort of mind that might even be able to take his work on forwards.  Not
just a beauty, my little darling, a brain!"

   In a moment her arms were around him, her open mouth on his.  His body
responded unthinking and they were kissing as passionately as the last time
she had done this.  This time he went with the flow, and at the moment his
tongue entered her mouth for the first time she took his hand and placed it
on her breast, Even through the blouse and her bra he could feel the warmth
and as he stroked it the rounded firmness.  He knew he should not be doing
this but now her tongue was in his mouth and their lips were pressed
together in a passion that was almost painful.

   He could feel an erect nipple under his palm as he pressed her
adolescent breast.

   For Beth the embrace was everything she had hoped for: her daddy had
praised her brains this time, his hand was on her breast, they were
kissing! She took his free hand and placed it on her crotch....  how she
wished she had chosen a skirt tonight!  A moment later she let her hand
rest on his crotch feeling the shape of his cock, wondering if she dared
grasp it, hot and throbbing.  She had made it stiffen like this!

   But the spell was broken.  Her daddy realised with horror that he had
gone too far, French kissing, groping her breast, now his hand in her
crotch, feeling the warmth there in contrast to the coolness of her soft
thigh, Jeez!  She had her hand on his stiff prick.  He pushed her away,
none too gently.

   "I'm so sorry, Beth, I shouldn't have!  "

   He was silent a moment, and then as she was moving towards him he leaped
up and ran out.

   .................................

   The Saturday and Sunday were utterly miserable.  His happy little girl,
his ray of sunshine had become morose and sullen.  They hardly spoke.  None
of that excited, positive chatter he loved so much.

   She wore old school uniforms, not her pretty things.  Food was knocked
together, carelessly.  She sulked, sometimes glowering at him with anger in
her eyes.  She seemed to have stopped her studies.

   He knew why!  He had abused her innocence, kissing her passionately,
groping her.  She must be traumatised by the knowledge he lusted after her,
proven by his erect penis she had felt for a moment.  She was only twelve,
she was his daughter, and her daddy had attacked her sexually.  No wonder
there was fear and anger....  and an alarming depression.  He was filled
with guilt and shame, but also with a great sadness at the pain he had
caused the person he loved more than anyone in the world.  He would do
anything to atone, to put it right, to have his happy, lovely, clever
little girl back,

   AS for Beth, she was mad at daddy but also at herself.  She had gone too
far, too fast and now her daddy was scared off, probably for ever.  She had
lost him.  She should have stayed with her plan...  tease but save the
embraces and caresses until he was past resisting.  Bugger!  She had blown
it.

   To console herself she arranged a sleepover at Ama's for next weekend,
and suggested the two girls go shopping for some sexy lingerie to mark the
occasion.  She chose for herself cheap but sexy bra and panties in scarlet
satin and lace....  and was looking forward to seeing Ama in her pastel
blue set.

   On the way home from school she passed a skip, and on top of all the
builder's rubble someone had thrown a broken chair.  A leg had fallen off
and was laying there too.  She picked it up and looked at it: it seemed old
and carefully made out of very hard wood, mahogany she guessed.  It had
been turned on a lathe and the round was decorated with rings about a
quarter inch high.  She weighed it in her hand, and felt the smooth patina.
It would be good for.....

   Would need a wash though!

   She slipped it in her bag.

   At home daddy was not waiting for her, to hug her as he usually did:
locked in his room working.

   She went to the bathroom and scrubbed the chair leg, drying it
thoroughly, To give herself a treat she stripped naked, and then put on the
new lingerie posing in front of the mirror, liking what she saw.  Ama would
like it too.

   Her cunt was awake again, and she lay on the bed legs wide apart, head
on the pillow so she could see as she pulled the scarlet satin to one side
and rubbed the smooth mahogany up and down her cleft.  That was better. 
She set the end of the chair leg just at the opening of her vagina, and was
amused by the way the plump, white outer lips of her pussy seemed to be
gripping the darkened wood.  One day she would see a cock poised there
ready, she promised herself.  If not her daddy's then some other handsome,
strong, mature male.  God!  She felt horny.  She fingered a nipple with her
left hand twisting and pulling at it, moaning with pleasure as there seemed
to be a thread of sensitive nerve from there right down to her clit.  She
let go her tit and felt for her clitoris, erect in the wetness of her
cleft. Time!  She pushed the improvised dildo up into her vagina, and held
it there.  It was bigger than the various sex aids she had used so far and
filled it nicely.  Gently she pulled it out and then in again till it
touched her cervix.  It felt good, so she fucked herself, rubbing her clit
with the other hand and thinking not of daddy, but of Ama.

   It was good, a gentle little cum, but relief nonetheless.  But when she
came it was daddy, not Ama.

   She got up and took her mobile from the bag, laying down again.  The
chair-leg up her cunt once more, she sent a selfie to her girlfriend with
the message 'new undies, new dildo.  Not long till Saturday.  Kisses.'

   Ama must have undressed for her as a text message came back about five
minutes later.  The pic was of the tiny Indian girl in her pastel blue
lingerie, a white candle in her cunt.  'Too big for me.  This is more my
size.  Kisses and licks.'

   That was enough to cheer Beth up at least temporarily and she put her
school shirt and skirt back on to go to the kitchen, see what she could
cook for dinner, and do her homework.

   ..................................

   Daddy did not show up at all, so at seven she knocked on his door.

   "Dinner's up, daddy."

   He tried to make conversation during their meal, but all he got was
monosyllabic answers, or the sullen silence he had got to expect, and which
truly hurt him.  Gone the happy chattering, gone the forbidden glimpses,
the open flirting.  He too was depressed.

   They had finished eating and she was about to clear away, when he
thought he just had to do something.  This could not go on, destroying both
of them.

   "I'm so sorry, Beth, I shouldn't have kissed you, and I shouldn't have
touched you inappropriately.  I'm really very, very sorry.  I don't know
what came over me, and I know how shocked you are that I've let you down so
badly.  I promise I'll be a proper father to you.  I promise I never will
do it again."

   The howl of grief could be heard down the street, and then the sobbing
as tears ran down her anguished face.  Between sobs she stammered...

   "No, daddy!  That's all wrong.  I want you to cuddle me: I want you to
kiss me: I want to feel your caresses: I want your hands everywhere on my
body: I want you, daddy!  I need you!  I want you to need me!"
Jasper was stopped in his tracks.  How could he have got it so wrong? 
She was traumatised not by his amorous lunge at her, but by his breaking
off and then not repeating it.  What a fool he was.  How could he have so

misunderstood her?  How sad!

   He got up, went round the table, stood behind her, reached round her his
hands on her belly, leaned forward and nuzzled her neck, there where the
blonde hair was finest.  He kissed her there, lightly, tenderly.  She
grasped his hands and lifted them to her breast, wondering if he would feel
the beating of her heart, racing and sounding loud in her temples.  He
closed his palms on her breasts, gently squeezing them through the white
cotton of her shirt and the flimsy nylon of the new brassiere.  She turned
her head to him, looking over her shoulder.

   Jasper felt an incredible tenderness for his daughter: she had missed
their caresses as much as he had himself: he had been miserable, and she
had been in a black depression.  Her breasts felt marvellous, even chastely
covered by school uniform, and he believed he could feel erect nipples in
the centre of each of his palms.  She turned her head towards him, smiling,
but her cheek was still wet with the tears of a moment before, He licked
the saltiness, and when she pursed those full lips he kissed them.

   The embrace lasted minutes....  Despite the less-than-comfortable
position, Beth twisted round to kiss, Jasper bending over her, the passion
caused both of them to lose themselves in the ecstasy of lips pressed
together, of wide open mouths linked, of tongues competing for possession
of the other's mouth.  This was a lovers' kiss, all paternal inhibitions
suppressed in the joy of getting his daughter back.

   Finally, Jasper lifted her bodily and held her, her arms now around his
neck.  Still they kissed.  He could remember the feel of her slender body:
he had not held her like this, carrying her, for many months as it had not
seemed decent once she passed puberty.  Yet it was so good and felt so
inevitable, natural, right.  She was no weight at all and his hand under
her bottom supporting her felt the once familiar shape of her firm little
buttocks, no longer just cute as they had been last time he lifted her like
this.  No!  Now they were downright sexy.

   He carried her, still mouth-to-mouth, to the living-room and sat heavily
down in an armchair, the girl on his lap.

   Almost in a daze, her heart beating, her clitty tingling, Beth was well
aware of her daddy's passion, not only in his tonguing her mouth, but also
in the welcome hardness of his cock pressing on her butt.  She wanted to
place his hand on her breast again, but remembering his reaction last time
she had taken the initiative she did not.  She would let him progress at
his own pace, let him think he was in control, hide the fact that he was
the one being seduced....

   And the reward came!  Her daddy pressed his cheek against her bosom: she
ruffled his hair and held his head so he knew this caress was welcome.  The
knobbliness under her was increasing....

   "That's so good, daddy!"

   Against his face her breast felt warm and firm even though her clothes
and he could scent the lavender soap she used in the shower.  He wanted! 
God!  How he wanted.  And he did!  He unpopped the three buttons on her
school shirt, and now he could gaze on her breasts, not naked but nearly so
in their delicate confection of lace, red tracery on almost see-through
white nylon.  Jesus!  He could see her little aureoles, faintly pink under
the tracery, small, no bigger than a ten p coin, but the nipples erect,
surprisingly long.  He bent his head again and kissed her breast, then
taking the nipple between his lips pulling at it.  The nylon slipped and he
lost the little nub.  He took it again, aware he might be spoiling her
brassiere and not caring.

   "The clasp is at the back, daddy...."

   He reached round and tried to undo it one-handed.  And failed.  She
laughed at his hamfistedness.  So innocent her daddy.....  Her daddy failed
where so many of the callow lads at school would have no difficulty if she
ever gave them the chance!

   "Let me."

   She pulled the shirt from her waistband and shrugged it over her
shoulder.  Her body was so slender and white he felt his cock twitch under
her.  Her buttocks felt his cock move and smiling she reached behind to
undo the bra, then holding her cupped breasts just a moment before pulling
the bra off completely and baring her bosom to her daddy, the first time he
had seen her new-formed breasts of which she was so proud.

   Jasper knew it was wrong, but he had to.  His heart beating so fast and
so loud he was sure his daughter must hear it, he stroked one matchless
breast, small and delicate, rounded, silky to the caress but firm when he
pressed it.  He bent his head again and this time the lips were on her
naked nipple, licking the aureole, sucking and pulling at it.

   "Oh, daddy, that's so good."

   He had one hand on her thigh, under the hem of her skirt and she felt
him stroke the soft skin on the inside of her thigh.  She wanted to take
that hand and place it on her crotch, but again knew it was better her
daddy took the initiative.  But she could open her legs more to encourage
him.  She held his head to her breast and slightly spread her legs.  She
was rewarded as she felt her daddy's hand slide up the inside of her thigh
till it rested on her pussy.

   Damp, by God!  Wet!  His little girl was as aroused as he was.  Still
licking and sucking, the other breast now, he stroked the nylon and could
feel her lips under it, the warm, wet cleft, and even her clitoris, erect
like her nipples.  He pressed it....

   "Oh yes, daddy.  Yes!"

   He rubbed it, pressed it, managed to pull at it despite the nylon of her
panties.  But it was the rubbing she liked so he did that mostly.  He could
feel her body tensing and then, silent except for a sort of panting, she
came....

   Probably because he was still stiff, unsatisfied, he felt no shame or
guilt this time.  He had given her what she desired: now, perhaps he would
get back the happy teenage girl he loved so much, and not the morose,
depressed adolescent of the past few days.

   She raised his head from her breast and kissed him passionately.

   "That was lovely, daddy.  Watch the next in the series now?"

   He was relieved, in a way, to get back to the nearly normal situation of
watching a documentary together.  Normal, almost but not quite as he was
fondling her breasts through the whole programme, and she would
occasionally offer her lips to him for a brief kiss.

   .............................................

   Another school day: another hurried breakfast and this time a quick kiss
before she left.

   Leaving her daddy with a raging hard-on that he relieved in the shower,
spraying spunk high up the tiled wall, and having to use the spray
eventually to wash it all away.

   Jasper was waiting for her when she came back....  at least an hour
later than usual.  She was cheerful.

   "Hi, daddy.  I've done a bit of shopping.  I know it's my turn to cook
but that's ok as I went to the butchers and got a couple of nice steaks,
and next door in the greengrocer's some French beans.  Won't take me more
than a few mins to cook, and I've got a nice sourdough baguette to go with
it.  Can have ice cream after, or that pie from last weekend, cold with
cream.  You want wine or beer?"

   "Beer, sweetie."

   "I need to shower and get out of this horrible uniform."

   "You look good in it, though."

   "Love ya, daddy."

   And the little whirlwind was gone.



   He watched her at the stove, so efficient and yet so young in her bare
feet and mid-thigh pleated skirt.  Tartan: Kylie, he thought.  Only my Beth
is much prettier.  And sexy too, he thought.  Girls can be pretty without
being sexy, and vice versa: but she was both.  AS she stood with her back
to him he found he was helplessly lusting after that cute little arse and
long, slender legs.  No point in trying not to admit it to himself as his
cock was seldom limp in her presence nowadays.  He promised himself that he
would enjoy caressing her breasts, and if she wanted fingering her pussy to
give her an orgasm.  But nothing more: he would be strong and resist the
temptation.  It was all a pleasant game to her, still really a child: he
knew how serious even recreational sex could be.

   They both liked steak rare, the beans cooked quickly and left with a
bite, and the bread was great too.  Simple, but excellent he thought.

   However both father and daughter were aware of the sexual electricity in
the air.  His cock was hard, and her panties damp, and although their
chatter was about trivial things, underlying all was the memory of their
caresses last night.  Her orgasm.

   So they decided they did not want the desert, but would watch a
Simpson's show Beth had recorded, for both of them more an excuse to enjoy
each other's bodies than an interest in the comedy....

   She had her head on his shoulder, he one arm around hers, his palm
resting solidly on her right breast, gently fondling it through a silky top
and a bra he could feel clearly.  Her hand rested on his thigh...  he was
wearing his old rugby shorts...  Beth enjoying the sensation of the curly
hair tickling her soft palm.

   "We went to the lingerie boutique , Ama and me, after school, before I
went to the butcher's.

   "Both of us got new swimming cossies: Ama white, mine dark blue.  Then I
bought some new lingerie, pastel blue.  My old stuff is getting tight on my
tits: I need A now, not the AA I've got in the drawer.  The lady there said
I would need B-cup probably by Christmas as I had good muscle tone and was
obviously very fit, and girls grow faster in the summer."

   "Then we'll have to get you some more new pretties at Christmas."

   "I know you like to see me in my undies, daddy." Her had stroked up his
thigh towards his crotch and momentarily brushed against the bulge in his
shorts.  "Want to see my new bra and panties, daddy?  I've got them on."

   "You know I would, Beth."

   She stood up, and slow like a stripper, pulled her blouse from the
waistband of her mini-skirt, raised her arms, and slowly revealed her
shapely torso, and the pastel blue brassiere.  Both knew that daddy would
soon be caressing those breasts.  Jasper sat with bated breath while she
fiddled with the zip at the back of the skirt, and he heard the ratchet
sound as she pulled it down: then the skirt fell to her bare feet to reveal
for him her shapely waist, flat belly, and the promise of her pussy under
that thin, shiny nylon.  As she lifted first one leg then the other to step
out of the debris he almost gasped at the clear outline of her cunt-lips at
the crotch, knickers pulled up tight.

   She sat down and they kissed, she unclasped the bra as she had the night
before, and he kissed her nipples and the perky, coffee-cup size breasts as
he had before.  His hand as before was on her pussy, stroking though the
slippery nylon.

   "Ama shaves her pussy...  waxes it mostly actually...  and so does her
mummy.  Do you think I should, daddy?"

   "Depends how pretty it looks, my darling."

   "I'll show you, and you can tell me."

   No chance for him to say no and perhaps he was already incapable of that
self-denial, because she had a thumb under the waist each side and was
easing them down, again teasingly slow, smiling mischievously.

   Jasper stared as if hypnotised.  Her pussy was lovely, a thin line of
golden hair leading down to chastely closed lips, no other pubic hair yet.
Her naked body so different from when he last saw it probably two years
before, not womanly yet, hips still slender, but curving sensually from her
tiny waist.

   He heard himself murmur "Beautiful.  So lovely."

   She smiled.  Daddy thought she was beautiful....  He had his arms
outstretched and she sat happily in his lap, all lumpy as it was.  Her
heart was racing so fast and so strongly she wondered if daddy could hear
it.

   Daddy was equally entranced, one hand on her naked breast enjoying the
almost familiar silky feel and the amazing firmness, his other hand resting
on the mound at the base of her flat belly, a pad that swelled and was
rounded and covered with fine hair that he could feel but was too soft and
new to see.  He reached down with his index finger, following the trail of
new golden curls down to her labia, chastely closed, but plump and
promising.

   So elegant an un-fussy, he thought, like his daughter's whole body.  He
slipped his index finger inside the outer lips.

   The girl gasped, and offered her mouth to her daddy to kiss.  His tongue
entered her mouth at the moment his finger found her clitoris nestling in
its slippery cleft.  He pressed it, and Beth forced her tongue into his
mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders passionately.

   He was amazed.  So passionate and eager.  His daughter....

   He mouthed her breast, feeling the erect nipple between his lips.  Down
towards her navel.

   He could not reach.  Kneel in front of her as she opened her legs
inviting more caresses.  He kisses the inside of one thigh and then the
other, soft skinned and firm, white like her breasts.  Her legs opening
wider for him showing him her pussy.  Now he can see the fine hairs dusting
her mons and he strokes them with one hand while he holds a slender thigh
with the other, licking slowly along the inner thigh towards the paradise
of her labia.

   She grasps a handful of hair and imperiously pulls his head the last two
inches till his lips are touching her cunt-lips.  Her scent is woman, not
little girl, as he opens the outer lips with thumb and forefinger and
tastes the juices of her arousal, Spicy.  Slippery.

   She gasps and now both her hands are on his head as he purses his lips
around her clitoris and pulls at it.

   "Oh daddy.  Yes....."

   'She's had this before' the thought suddenly invades his mind.  His
so-innocent daughter has enjoyed oral sex, probably with her friend Ama. 
Must have, to be reacting like this, so passionate, pulling his face into
her, raising her hips and bucking, wriggling as he sucks and licks.  Her
cunt rakes up and down his face so his chin and nose rub her clitoris as
well as his tongue and lips.  She is squirting love-juice now, bathing his
face in the heady liquor.  He reaches under her with his right hand and
holds her silky buttock, hand crushed between its firmness and the soft
cushion.  His fingers seek her buttock cleft as her hips rise, and he rests
the tip of his index finger against her rosebud.  It penetrates a quarter
inch as her bottom falls back and she squeals as her anus is slightly
dilated.

   She is close to cumming now, he knows by the panting sounds, the fingers
tearing at his hair, the little squeals and occasional "Yes!  Like that. 
Oh Yes!" and then aa series of "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh" becoming finally a wail of
pleasure as her body tenses and the orgasm rips through it.  Her hip
movements slow, stop, and her hands release his head.  He enjoys the last
moments of resting his open mouth across her cunt, and then disengages to
sit beside her again, one arm round her shoulders, hand on her breast, the
other cupping her wet and warm pussy.

   But Beth had not quite finished.....

   "You, now, daddy.  You've seen mine, now let me see yours."

   She giggled, little-girl again, and grasped it through his clothes.

   "It feels so big, daddy.  But I really want to see it.  I've imagined it
so much."

   He knew he shouldn't, knew he could no longer trust himself with this
nymphet who seemed to be learning so much, becoming more and more sexually
aware each day, but also knew he would surrender one day, and it might as
well be now.  He stood up, slipped his shoes off and then his socks, pulled
his shirt from the waistband of his jeans and over his head.

   Beth felt a sudden surge of love for this golden bear of a daddy, so
muscular and hairy, and hers.  She watched as he undid a button at his
waist and heard the zip as he lowered it.  Then he just let the denim fall
to his ankles, standing there in blue and white striped boxer shorts,
strong legs golden haired.  She could see his cock tenting the cotton and
without thinking her hand went to her pussy, fingering the cleft as she
watched.

   She laughed as he stumbled on one leg, tottering as he pulled the jeans
over his ankles, before sitting down again beside her.

   "All of it, daddy.  You've seen my cunt, now it's only fair I get to see
your cock."

   She was grasping his cock with her right hand, and he could not fail to
see her left hand slowly pleasuring her clitoris: the air was full of the
heady scent of sex.  He raised his hips and she pulled the shorts slowly
down: his cock caught on the waistband and she had to reach inside to free
it.  Then he was naked for her.
Beth was not disappointed: she had seen naked cocks on internet porn
sites with Ama, but her daddy was as big as any, cock and great big, hairy
balls.  So male.  So masculine.  Her daddy!  She grasped his cock with

almost religious awe.  It felt hot.

   "So big, daddy.  And so hot!" She touched the tip of his knob, where
clear liquid was running from the eye.  "And wet, like me, daddy!"

   And now it was his daughter kneeling between her daddy's legs, cradling
his balls as if weighing them, touching lightly his cock with her other
hand.

   He groaned as she ran her thumb over his helmet spreading the precum
over it, and she felt a surge of pride and confidence as she knew what that
groan meant.  Her daddy was in ecstasy.

   She ran her open fist down the length of the shaft, grasping it lightly,
her hand far too small to completely enfold it.  It twitched when she
touched the front of it, and especially at the top just under the flaring
red knob.  She guessed that must be the most sensitive place, a theory
confirmed as he murmured "God yes!  Like that, darling girl."

   Guessing still, she rubbed a bit harder and faster, supporting his balls
in her free hand, and in very quick time his legs stiffened and flexed.  He
was close, she knew.

   "Jesus!  I'm coming.  So good..."

   Which was all the warning she got before the rope of white flew from the
eye of the cock, splattering over her face as she watched it so close.  She
looked up at her daddy, eyes smiling, and seeing the look almost of pain as
the cock spat again, this time over her breasts and shoulder.  Daddy was
silent, but his face was screwed up, almost as if angry....  though she
knew he was not!  A third rope flew again over her breasts.  Then all was
left was twitching and oozing down over her hand.

   Still holding his cock, which she could feel shrinking now, she sat
beside him again.  She let go and he saw her with a serious look on her
face spread the cum out over those perky breasts.

   "That's semen, isn't it, daddy?  So much.  I didn't know there would be
so much.  Lovely!"

   "That's the proper word for it, darling, but most people call it cum or
spunk.  There's lots of words for it in fact.  If that got inside your
vagina then it would make a baby."

   "I know that.  And most people call it a cunt, daddy." Two could play at
that game!

   "Ama says that spreading it on your chest is good for making the breasts
grow....."

   "Best clean up, though.  Use my shorts."

   He watched as she wiped the goo from her body, amused to see her lick
her upper lips where a blob had landed.

   "No taste at all, daddy, but feels nice: sort of slippery."

   They sat kissing and cuddling for several minutes.  Beth was often
silent, having a lot to think about.

   Jasper, too, was often silent, thinking about red lines, about good
resolutions, and the difficulty of keeping to them when they concerned this
devastatingly lovely little nymphet, and moreover as highly sexed as her
daddy, and just as eager for sexual adventure....

   "You know, daddy, when I first knew I really loved you?"

   "Tell me, darling." His hand was on her breast, as usual, and the other
gently coming the fine hair of her pussy, invisible to the eye, but present
for his sensitive finger tips.

   "You remember when I was about six I got frightened because of a ghost
in my bedroom."

   "Yes.  Marley's Ghost." We shouldn't have let you watch 'A Christmas
Carol' on the tv, too scary."

   "Yes!  I got up and came into your room saying I was frightened of the
ghost in my room.  Mummy was asleep, but you let me get in the bed, and you
cuddled me.  You were just wearing old boxer shorts, and I thought it was
lovely.  You were so strong, and manly, and my own daddy, and in your arms
I felt safe.  That was when I knew I loved you totally."

   "That's nice, Beth, And you know I did not get stiff there, like I do
now when I cuddle you."

   "Cos I'm grown up now, daddy.  Breasts, pheronomes and things...  I'm
glad you do.  And glad I get wet too...."



   Jasper did not get hard again quickly after the balls-emptying,
heart-stopping intensity of his orgasm, and Beth went to have a shower
before going to her own solitary bed.

   Her daddy was still wide awake when the bedroom door opened.

   "I'm scared of the ghost in my room, daddy...."

   He turned back the duvet.

   "Then you had better get in bed with me, darling."

   Beth's love for her daddy as he cradled her in his arms was intense, but
as platonic as that little girl of six who had been genuinely scared of the
night.  They cuddled, for the first time in weeks innocent of sexual
desire, both satisfied completely, if temporarily.  She turned her back on
her daddy, pressed her bottom into his crotch.

   Not even the feel of those teenage breasts under her little-girl cotton
nightie nor even that cute little bum soft cotton shorts could make his
cock rise.  Happy with the direction of their relationship Beth was in a
deep sleep within seconds: exhausted by the power of his orgasm her daddy
was moments later.

   Jasper dreamed, vivid and realistic.  In his dream he was abed with his
daughter, his cock pressing between her buttocks and onto her crotch from
behind.  He was feeling her breasts and she was pushing her bottom against
him.  He moved, and with the new angle his cock parted her labia and rested
on the entrance of her vagina.  She pushed back and he knew the warmth,
wetness, and athletic muscles of her sheath.  Slowly, gently he fucked,
till as her and his excitement rose he speeded up and they both came.

   In the morning he remembered his dream.  He looked at the clock.  Seven.
He needed a piss.

   In the toilet he noticed his boxer shorts were crusty with what must
have been spunk.  Jesus!  He had cum in his sleep, a wet dream.  something
that had never happened since he was a boy.  It was when he was dreaming of
forbidden sex with Beth, of crossing the last of the several red-lines he
had set for himself.

   In the bed he turned the duvet back and looked at the peacefully
sleeping girl: Her nightie was pulled up and he could see the loose cotton
panties.  They were wet, soaked, and round the edges had dried into that
typical white crust.

   He swore!  And she woke.

   "What's the time?"

   "Five past seven."

   As if in confirmation the alarm clock went off.

   She rolled over and hugged her daddy.

   "That was so exciting last night.  Hey I'm all wet.  Hey, this is not
just me it's you as well.  Did you....  you know....  did you...  in the
night."

   "Did I jerk off, darling?  No I didn't.  I just came in my sleep, what's
called a wet dream."

   "Cor!  Do men do that?"

   "Nearly never.  It must be because you are so beautiful and sexy.  I
dreamed about you, and that did it."

   "That's nice.  What did we do in the dream?  Tell me, daddy."

   He hesitated, unwilling to admit the depths of his villainy.  But he
remembered their promises to always be truthful and honest to each other
and told her they were fucking.

   "We must, daddy.  We've got to fuck."

   "You know what I think about that, darling!"

   "Well anyway I'd better shower.  Get rid of all this lovely spunk. 
School day."

   She trotted happily and her daddy found his cock hard as he watched her
pretty little arse, with its soaking wet patch, rounded buttock cheeks
moving under the thin cotton as she walked.  He knew he was right!  It was
going to be difficult but he had to keep to his resolution.  He had broken
all his others, and it seemed no harm was done, but full-on sex was quite
another thing.  Society had never, never approved that, and the biblical
prohibition was certainly justified.  Probably the whole thing had started
with the daughter looking on her father's nakedness.......

   They would both have to be content with what she called "cuddles", and
of course the delights of oral sex.  One way only: he was not about to
penetrate her, not her vagina, not her anus, not her mouth.  Though she had
said 'feels nice: sort of slippery'.

   Forget it: no fellation.



   Except for the double-maths session Beth found it difficult to
concentrate all day at school.  Her mind was filled with memories of her
daddy's magnificent cock, so tall and burly like all of him, a deep blue
vein running up it to that flaring, flaming-red helmet, and the slit at the
top with liquid welling from it.  Liquid she had caused to escape from
those magnificent balls....  She knew a bit about cocks from surfing the
net with Ama on her tablet, which had not got the net-nanny parental
controls her daddy had put on hers, knew his was circumcised and was glad
in a way, though it would be interesting to move loosa skin up and down. 
It was so hot and steely under that soft skin.  And the cum felt good in
her mouth.  She decided would like to suck him off, be a 'cock-sucker' for
him, using that word in her mind as an endearment and not as an insult like
when the rude boys used it.  She would love that, to give him pleasure. 
She turned the word round in her mind, and wondered whether she would be
able to get the full length in her mouth.  She would certainly try.  Her
clitty was awake just thinking about it.

   Her mind was made up, and one thing about Beth was her determination. 
She guessed he had a "red-line" about penetrating her with his cock, not
even her mouth, but she knew just how to make him forget his inhibitions.
It had worked before and it would again.

   She would keep him waiting.

   Back from school half an hour later than usual because of a stop at the
supermarket and bakery, her daddy was waiting for her as usual for his
welcoming embrace.  She loved this, and looked forward to it, but this time
cut it short.

   "I'm cooking tonight, daddy, but I've got a lot of homework, so I'd
better get it done before we cuddle."

   That was five o'clock.  and at eight she was still sitting at the
kitchen table surrounded by books and paper, but chewing the end of a
pencil and thinking when her daddy came in to see what was going on.  He
had found the hours difficult to bear, needing a cold shower finally to
control his cock for a bit.

   She looked up, her heart racing at the sight of her daddy wearing just
his old rugby shorts, tented with his erect cock, and looking muscular,
hairy and magnificently male.

   "Homework's done, daddy, but I got interested in some equations for
fluid motion and didn't notice the time.  You lay the table and I'll have a
quick shower and get out of this uniform, get ready for bed." She kissed
him lightly on the lips as she scurried out.

   Jasper cleared her books away, and looked at the two sheets of paper
covered with mathematical formulas and equations, recognising them as
calculations of water flows.  Almost university level applied math: he
wished his students could handle it as easily as this twelve-year-old.  He
really needed to have a word with his old Proff at the university: see what
he thought should be done to encourage her: might be a genius there.

   And so loving, happy....  and sexy!

   He laid the table, opened a bottle of wine, and poured himself a glass.

   Sexy she certainly was when she emerged at quarter to nine wearing a
night dress quite scandalous for a twelve year old.  Fathers should not be
tempted like this, he thought.  The black nightie reached down to her
bottom and through the near-transparent nylon he could see the panties that
went with it, cut so they hugged her narrow hips and not her even smaller
waist, and loose at the legs inviting, he thought as his prick hardened,
inviting a hand to move up a slender thigh to caress her buttocks, her
pussy.

   Two layers of nylon effectively hid her pussy, but her breasts tented
the nylon which shone in the light: the nylon was glossy, and he suddenly
remembered the feel of a teenage breast under silky nylon, a memory of his
own remote teenage years when a feel of a young breast through nylon was
the summit of his desires and sexual achievement.

   He simply said, "You look lovely in that, darling."

   "Ama helped me choose it: first time 1've worn it.  You like?"

   "I like.  Come here, darling."

   She giggled: she could see his bulge of course.

   "Later, daddy.  You sit down You just watch while I cook.  It only takes
ten minutes.  And can I have a glass of wine for a treat, daddy?"

   "Just one, then."

   She did not really like red wine but decided she needed to stop daddy
thinking of her as his innocent little daughter.  If she was ever to be
fucked by him he had to realise she was now a woman, or at least on the
cusp of woman-hood.

   He watched as she cut doorsteps of the bread and stood at the stove
doing the stir fry.

   From behind her body was just plain sexy!  Blonde hair to her slender
shoulders, that suggestive nightie, the curve of her jutting bottom just
suggested by those loose panties, her long, slim legs bare, and with that
welcoming gap just under her crotch.  And he would soon be caressing her,
sucking her to orgasm.  His lovely daughter!

   After their dinner....  ten minutes to cook, ten minutes to eat...  she
stood up, went round the table and stood behind him, her hands over his
shoulders and down his shirt, fondling his nipples.  She pressed her
breasts against his shoulders and neck.

   "Give me five minutes to clear away and wash the frying pan daddy.  You
go and put the tv on.  News.  And if I'm lucky when I come in you'll be
naked for me."



   The news was on but the tv muted.  Her daddy was sitting gloriously
naked, his cock rigid with its purple helmet shiny.  Pre-cum, she thought,
quite knowledgeable about male arousal now..

   He stretched his arms wide, but she pulled his legs apart and knelt
between them, grasping that magnificent sceptre in one hand and cradling
his hairy balls in the other, He looked down at her golden hair and white
shoulders, black spaghetti strings over them, and her breasts making little
pointed mounds in the shiny nylon of her nightie.

   She lowered her head to his cock and studies it close up: a droplet of
clear liquid appeared in its eye and she touched it with her tongue.  No
taste, but a silky feel a bit like the drop of semen she had tasted before.
She rubbed his cock and he groaned his pleasure, closing his legs on her
kneeling body so he could feel the shiny nylon against his naked thighs. 
She let go his cock and reached her left arm around him holding him close
as she kissed the head of his cock.  He groaned again, and again as she
licked up the shaft and let her tongue play round the place at the front
just under his flaring knob where she knew he was most sensitive, most
receptive to caresses.

   Was it too big for her?  She opened her jaws as wide as she could, and
let the knob enter her mouth.

   The sudden warmth and wetness woke her father from what had been an
almost hypnotic trance.  He had promised himself this would never happen.

   "No!  Not that!"

   He tried to push her away, but he was too gentle and she had her arm
around him.  And then the whole shaft of his cock was in her mouth and her
tongue was flickering up and down it.  The pleasure was intense and
over-ruled all his good resolutions.  She looked up at him as she sucked
and their eyes met: her blue eyes looked softer and more sultry than usual,
the female submissive to the male.  His little girl.  His daughter!

   Porn videos at Ama's had taught her what to do, and her head bobbed up
and down, the shaft sliding in and out her lips.  She sensed he was close,
his hands grasping her head, his thighs tight round her, and she let the
shaft slip from her mouth to kiss and lick his balls.  The daddy scent was
strong here and she could have cum so easily but her hands were too busy
pleasuring her daddy.  She closed her lips on it again, licked up the shaft
again, slowly, sensually.

   She wanted his spunk, wanted to feel it spurt inside her for the first
time.  She sucked hard, cheeks hollowed, and moved her head faster.  Her
eyes met her daddy's again and this time he saw his daughter's blue eyes
glittering with lust.  She felt his hips moving, answering to the rhythm of
her head.  His orgasm was rising.

   "Fuck!  I'm gonna cum!"

   He tried to pull away, but her hold on him was secure, and she heard him
grunt as the first spurt filled her mouth.  She swallowed and had got most
of it when a second grunt heralded another mouth-filling gusher, another
grunt, and another, and a fourth.  She had swallowed it all, and now the
cock was twitching in her mouth and she suspected just gently oozing spunk
as it had after she jerked him off.

   He couldn't find words.

   She could.  She let his cock, half-hard now, fall from her lips, kissed
his balls.

   "That was lovely, daddy!  Now take me to bed,"

   He lifted her effortless in his arms, so sexy but so slender and young.
He laid her gently on the bed and joined her, tasting his cum in her mouth
as they embraced.



   ............................

   Sex that night was as good as ever, and in the morning too but after he
had sucked her clit to a powerful orgasm he heard what was to become a
consistent refrain to all their love-making over the next two weeks:

   "That was lovely, daddy, but what I really want is to feel you inside
me."

   Every night, every morning..

   "Fuck me, daddy, please..."

   "I want to feel your hot cum inside me...."

   "I need this lovely cock up inside me."

   "Let's make love properly, daddy."

   "Why won't you fuck me?"

   "Why not?"

   Sex was still good, but his daughter's dissatisfaction was beginning to
take the edge of his pleasure.  Also he was finding it increasingly
difficult to resist her pleas.  He was often dreaming about fucking her. 
Her new-found taste for erotic nightwear bought with her savings and
(probably) some of the 'house-keeping money' only made it even more
difficult to keep to his red-line about fucking.

   But he did resist.

   It was about a fortnight after Beth first sucked her daddy off, and a
week before her school summer holidays she had her friend Ama over for one
of their sleep-over's.

   'Suckfest' he muttered to himself as he listened to their "Ohs", "Aahs"
and little squeals of pleasure, punctuated by whispering.  He jerked off,
of course, but still found it difficult to sleep until the girls in the
next bedroom finally were silent, all passion spent.

   In the morning he was treated to two beautiful teenage girls in
incredibly sexy clothes.  His Beth had a gold silk or satin calf length
dress, the mini skirt showing off her long legs in tan stockings, and trim
ankles in gold high heels.  The dress was tight across her bosom.  Ama was
in satin too, but it was a Wonder Woman costume, red mini-skirt and blue
top cut to show off her firm tits, bare legs and feet...

   The girls explained they had decided to try competing in pageants again,
but entry was not assured and competitors had to submit a two minute video
before selection.  Jasper was to take the video...  In the pageant they
were allowed to mime to their music, so so each girl would play the other's
cd on Beth's laptop while the other showed off.  Jasper would take the
video film: hopefully there would be no need to edit the clips: it would be
easier do a second take if necessary.

   Moving the side table and flowers would give about two metres wide
carpet and five metres of blank white wall in the living room for the
"stage".

   Jasper had seen Beth strut her stuff to the sound of Tina Turner belting
out one of hers but the sight of those long, tanned legs enlivened by the
occasional glimpse of black silk panties had the usual effect on his cock.
He was able to concentrate on filming nonetheless, and when he played it
back onto the tv both girls decided it was good and almost exactly the two
minutes.  'Very professional and dead sexy!'

   But Ama's dance was something special.  The cd was Indian but her dance
was a homage to Wonder Woman, the moves being a sort of slow-motion ballet
based on martial arts.  Wonder Woman punched, kicked, swivelled all in time
with the music, the ballet doing full justice to her slender and incredibly
flexible body.  The finale just before the two minutes were up was the best
of all.  She stood on her head, arms in a supporting triangle, and her red
satin skirt of course fell down over her body revealing white panties,
dazzling against the chocolate brown of her thighs and belly.  But there
was even more to make Jasper's cock twitch: legs vertical, she gradually
opened them till they were in a complete splits.  He zoomed the lens in on
the white satin stretched tight across her pussy, decent but incredibly
sexy: just for a moment, and then back to the full figure as she contorted
her body, legs still open, lowering them backward till she was bent double,
before gradually lifting her upper body and smiling, opening her arms as if
inviting embrace.
That was a take as well.  He went to his office and burned a couple of
discs, one for each girl.  The girls disappeared for an hour and sounds of
their lovemaking made Jasper jerk off yet again...  They reappeared before
lunch, normal teenage girl attire....'Didn't want to spoil their pageant

costumes.'

   In the event the girls did not enter the pageant as Ama's friend, who
did all the pageants she could get to and was often a finalist, told them
that to be a finalist you certainly had to have sex with the judges, and
even that did not guarantee it as there were never more that twelve
finalists and dozens of the girls let the judges fuck them.  Two of the
judges were not bad, but the others were fat old pervs.....  Beth and Ama
did not fancy that at all.

   PoorJasper could not get the image of Ama upside down, legs spread: he
guessed that she would do that naked for Beth, and Beth would be able to
lower her face onto the teenage pussy, those full cunt lips stretched apart
by her position, clitoris and possibly even the vaginal entrance revealed
and willingly offered for licking and sucking...  He was still having sex
night and morning with Beth, but sometimes he fantasised sucking her
friend, and he was jerking off as often as a teenage boy, with pints of
cum. He was amazed at his new virility!

   Still listening to the chiming "Fuck me, daddy", and still struggling to
resist the temptation.

   In addition, Beth was getting more and more insistent, even vehement in
her demand for 'proper sex'.

   .................................

   It came to a head just at the beginning of the school holidays.  They
had had dinner, a cuddle watching the tv, and then to bed, Beth in a new
pink satin night-dress.  He had pulled it up over her belly and was
lowering his head to her belly.

   "No, daddy.  Fuck me instead.  Please.  Pretty please."

   "You know I can't, darling."

   "Why not?" She was holding his cock as he knelt over her.  "You want it.
I want it.  Why not?"

   "Because I'm your daddy and you're my daughter."

   "So?"

   Usually she just accepted it, and they had oral sex.  Tonight she seemed
stronger, more confident.

   "That would be incest, Beth."

   "And sticking your cock in my mouth, licking my clit and bottom-hole,
and finger fucking me isn't?  What's the difference."

   He had to admit she had a point!

   "You're too young as well."

   "In some places I'd have been married for months, and lots of girls in
my year have proper sex, I know."

   He suspected that was right: one of the Sunday papers had statistics
about sexual activity among teenagers, and why should her school friends be
any different?"

   "But you're still quite small, and although my cock is not a monster it
isn't small either: it might damage you, and where would we be then?  You
in hospital and then 'in care' and me in prison I should think.  I would
probably damage you."

   "Don't go away!  I'm going to show you something, daddy."

   She returned moments later clutching her famous chair-leg its mahogany
patina deepened by the months of being soaked by the love-juices of the
teenage girl.

   "I've been practising for weeks, daddy, and this is just as wide as your
lovely cock, and longer if I do this."

   He watched as she pulled her labia apart and without any special
lubricant beyond her own spurting juice, slid it in, and in, and in.

   "See.  It's just touching the end now.  About the length of yours.  And
no silly hymen either, daddy."

   "I still think I shouldn't."

   "Somebody's going to one day, and soon I shoud think.  I want to feel a
cock deep inside me, spurting hot cum, and it would be best if it were some
body I love, you daddy, you.  And not some pervy guy into young girls,
however rich, muscuklar and handsome he might be.  Somebody's going to have
my cherry, daddy, and if not you some other man."

   He was suddenly worried.

   "Have you a boyfriend, Beth."

   "You're my boyfriend, daddy.  And all the boys are just silly."

   His conscience was awoken.  He had prematurely awoken his daughter to
sex, and cut her off from the very boys she should be socialising with,
even sexually experimenting with.  He had done his lovely daughter no
favours.  That did not stop his naked cock twitching and leaking pre-cum
onto the bed-sheet.

   "You'd probably get pregnant, and I could never get on with condoms."

   From teenage years he suffered from premature ejaculation with condoms:
he knew it was psychological, but also knew it was inevitable.  It got so
bad that he could even cum while the latex was only rolled half-way down.
He and his wife had never used them.

   "Get me on the pill then, daddy.  Lots of girls are on the pill.  Ama's
mummy took her to the doctor as soon as she had her first period and got
her on the pill."

   "Good lord!  I don't think our old doctor would agree!  Old Horowitz."

   "It's Harbottle, daddy.  And he's the same doctor that Ama's parents
use. So he would prescribe the pill."

   There was a silence as he listened to the conflicting voices in his
mind. What decided it, finally, was the fear his daughter would fling
herself at some handsome ne'er-do-well, some disgusting old serial seducer
of teenage girls, leaving her at least psychologically and emotionally
damaged.

   "Ok, darling.  If you're sure we'll make an appointment with old
Harbottle...."

   .............................................

   The seven days after Beth swallowed the first daily pill had seemed
interminable but finally this was it.

   Beth woke early and lay a couple of moments enjoying the embrace of her
sleeping daddy.  He had an arm over her, his hand cupping her breast but
she managed to extricate herself without waking him.

   She showered quickly and went to her own room to varnish her nails, dab
perfume behind her ears, and dress.

   Daddy would not be able to resist this she thought as she rolled the
second silky stocking, black and fully fashioned, and fastened the two
straps.  She stood and looked at herself in the mirror, Her seams were
straight and the way her little fleece of pubic hair was puffed up by the
shower made it seem a pity that it would be covered by panties.  Never
mind, Daddy woukd soon have them off her!

   Now the panties.  These were hipsters that did full justice to her
almost boyish hips and the panel at the front was almost but not quite
transparent.  In profile her bottom jutted nicely: daddy said it was her
best feature, a cute little arse he had said.  She hoped he would want to
fuck her from behind.

   Her bra was grown-up black matching her suspender belt and knickers and
so flimsy that her pink aureoles and nipples showed through clearly.  Her
tits were still small but firm and really needing no support at all: the
bra was for decoration.

   The gold silk dress clung to her body in the dry summer air.

   Gold high-heeled shoes, all straps and showing her painted toenails
completed the outfit.  She liked what she saw, and sat down brushing her
hair till it really shone, waiting for the noises of daddy stirring.

   Jasper woke at eight, needing a piss....

   He was sitting up in bed electric razor buzzing.  He wondered how long
Beth had been up, and was answered as he heard her foot push the bed-room
door and she breezed in holding a breakfast tray.

   The pageant dress.  by God!  His cock leaped to full attention and he
sat entranced by the way the gold silk clung to her slender young body,
emphasising the only places where it jutted out: that cute arse, those
lovely teenage breasts.

   She guessed the effect she was having by the way his eyes narrowed as
they always did when he was aroused.  That made her even happier and she
smiled as she stuck the tray in his hands and turned to walk over to the
window.

   God!  Those gold high heels did wonders for her trim ankles and slender
legs, and her bum wiggled as she walked to the widow to draw the curtains.
The sun streamed in and she glowed, golden hair, golden dress, golden
shoes. She leaned forward to open the windows and he was treated to a
fleeting glimpse of stocking tops, two inches of bare thigh, and just a
hint of black satin lingerie.

   He rested the tray on the bed and grabbed at her as she came to bed with
him.  He felt her young body warm beneath the slippery satin of her dress,
her bottom rounded under his palms as his mouth sought hers.  She allowed
him that kiss, but when she felt his hand on her thigh, on the satin now of
her panties she sat up.

   "Later, daddy.  The inner man first.  There's croissants, butter and
honey and coffee in the flask.  I've had my cocoa already...



   ....................................

   This was Beth's big day, longed for over the months, excitement building
as the days were counted off.  Dr Harbottle had said a week, and the seven
days and nights had passed so slowly.  But today was the day.

   She intended to make the moment last, and it amused her to tease her
daddy a bit, fill him with that lust she sometimes saw in his eyes and
which so excited her.

   She took the breakfast tray with its empty coffee and crumbs of pastry
from his lap, leaned over to put it on the floor by the bed before putting
her arms around him again, and feeling between their warm bodies to find
his hard cock inside the boxer shorts he usually wore in bed.

   "You're leaking, daddy.  And so am I!  Don't want to spoil my pageant
dress."

   She kissed him on the nose and got up, picking up the tray and putting
it on the dressing table.  He watched as she crossed the room, that golden
dress shining in the morning sunlight, clinging to her thighs and that
so-desirable bottom.

   She turned, and, yes, his eyes had narrowed again, that concentrated and
so-masculine look: her clit was tingling and she just knew that the tube of
lubricant she had put in the bedside drawer last night would not be needed.
Also that she really was in danger of wetting her lovely dress..

   Jasper watched as his daughter stood framed by the window, reaching
behind her back so her tits strained against the shiny gold of her dress,
and unzipping it to let it fall to her feet.  She stepped forward out of
the pool of gold silk and stood in a cheesecake pose one foot advanced,
showing off to her daddy.

   Her daddy's jaw dropped: he was now used to seeing his lovely teenage
daughter naked but here she was dressed as a willing and eager, even tarty
slut.  The black of her lingerie was stark against the soft tones of her
body, her nipples and aureoles shadowy under the tracery of the skimpy
little bra, her golden fleece pushing against the near-transparent nylon of
her panties.  She pirouetted to turn her back to him, to show him the seams
of her stockings, her slender legs and ankles so trim and sexy in their
high heels.

   "Come here."

   His voice was an octave lower, deep with lust for her.  Now she was
certain her cunt was weeping tears of joy.

   She turned and face serious but eyes laughing put a thumb under each
side of her panties and slowly drew them down, letting them fall to her
feet and kicking them away.

   "Come here..

   Laying on the bed her daddy went straight for her pussy, mouth clamped
to it, tongue teasing her clit.  She could cum so easily, but did not want
to like this, not this special morning.

   She lifted her daddy's head from her belly and saw the enquiring look in
his eye.

   "Not today, daddy, or at least not yet.  Today you fuck me.  Today we do
it properly."

   "You are sure?"

   "Feel me daddy."

   She took his hand and held it to her cunt.  Her juices were flowing,

   "I'm desperate to feel you in me.  Now.  Now."

   She pulled his boxers down and pulled him over on top of her.

   "It might be better if you were on top, Beth.  The first time."

   "I want to feel your weight on me, daddy.  I want so much..."

   His cock found its way to her vagina "no hands" and Jasper felt the heat
of her cunt as the knob and an inch of his shaft slipped easily in.

   "Daddy!  I won't break.  Just push hard...."

   He felt her arms around him, her hands on his back clutching and as she
closed her legs over his bum he felt the whole of his cock slide in till
his pubic bone rested on hers, and his knob stopped at what must be her
cervix.  She had taken every inch, length and breadth....

   "Now, daddy.  As hard as you like."

   But he started gently with long slow sweeps.  His knob striking the end
of her vagina with each thrust.  Somehow his body was also raking her
clitoris and this, plus the feeling of fullness took the edge off the
slight pain she felt each time his cock reached the end of its stroke.  She
found herself giving a little squeaked "Oh!" at this top of each stroke,
Gradually he fucked faster, his body smashing into hers.  He felt finger
nails clawing into the muscles of his back, and the "Oh"s became a
continuous crescendo.  He knew she was close....  and so was he but he
intended not to come yet, and aided by the pain of those finger nails he
found he could control the mounting orgasm while she shouted her joy.

   Her cunt felt like nothing he had experienced before, certainly a more
vigorous orgasm than his wife had ever achieved, young vaginal muscles
gripping and relaxing as each spasm of her orgasm raced through her body.

   He felt her clasping arms and legs relax and he reduced the pace,
reverting to those slow, powerful strokes.  But her pause was momentary as
she started to cum again, and this time he allowed himself to cum, in time
with her orgasm.  He added his obscene shouts to her squeaking moans as he
pumped his cum into her, once, twice, three, apurts, and then the slow
oozing and twitching matched by the now-small spasms in her vagina.

   They were silent in mutual amazement.  How could it be so good?

   Amazing for her daddy too was the fact his cock was still strong and
hard after a body-shaking cum: that had never happened before, not even
with viagra.  He wanted some more....  and now.

   "I'm sure I felt you cum, daddy, so much spunk...."

   "I certainly felt you cum, Beth sweetie, so big and long cum."

   "You're still in me, hard, daddy."

   "Mmmm.  I want some more.  Are you ok?"

   "I want some more too, daddy."

   "You on top this time, Beth, so I can feel your tits."

   There was a feeling of emptiness, of loss as he pulled his cock out and
stretched beside her.  It glistened with the mixture of her juices and his
cum and she bent over it to suck, as she had so often before.  It smelled
and tasted of Ama or her own fingers when she had been masturbating, and
not at all of daddy, not even his balls which were sticky with her juices.
She had never squirted like this before and realised it was due to the
power of that wonderful orgasm Some cum was leaking out of her cunt onto
her thigh.  She wiped a smear of that onto the side of her hand, and while
her daddy watched, an amused smile on his face, she licked it off.

   "Missing your usual early breakfast, angel?"

   "Oh!  You're dreadful, daddy, but you know I DO like to taste your cum."

   "Fuck me, Beth."

   "That's usually my line, daddy."

   The happy little girl laughed but was getting astride her beloved daddy,
kneeling and holding his stiff cock vertical beneath her pussy

   He put his hands under her buttocks, palms taking some of her weight,
fingers slightly gripping into the teenage girl's firm flesh as she lowered
herself so his knob was touching her pussy.  Still holding his cock she
parted her labia with her other hand and Jasper felt his knob was inside
her cleft, and being wiped up and down it.  He could feel the nub of her
clitoris and the entrance of her vagina as his cock caught in it with each
off three or four wipes.  Now she placed the knob, well lubricated without
nothing more than the juices of her orgasm and his cum and slowly lowered
himself.  As his cock was again engulfed in the wet heat of her cunt he
watched her face.  She had a look of intense concentration and was biting
her lower lip.  He guessed that although her favourite position seemed to
be under him, her fantasies had included riding her strong and handsome
daddy.

   She took her hand away from his cock and lowered herself until she was
completely impaled, his hands deliciously trapped between her silky, firm
buttocks and his own body.  She had two hands on his chest for a moment,
and then she straightened up and lifted herself on those bended knees aided
by his palms till only the knob was in, before she allowed herself to drop
down again.

   There must have been five minutes of this slow fucking, and he was glad
he had already cum once because it was incredibly erotic to watch her young
body as she fucked, those beautiful little tits, A-cup she said, barely
larger than oranges, but shapely in a young girl way, almost conical,
standing proud and pert and just jiggling a tiny bit as she moved up and
down.  Her eyes were almost glittering, so deeply blue, and her long blonde
hair shone from its early morning brushing.  She was smiling, happy and
savouring the moment.

   As for her daddy he knew he would never forget this day, the love he
felt for his beautiful and talented daughter.  He took his hands away from
her arse, reached up, and grasped one perfect breast in each.

   That seemed to be a trigger for his daughter and she started bouncing up
and down on his cock real fast, her buttocks crashing down into his thighs,
his cock sliding easily despite the grip of her vagina on it.  There was
the scent of aroused pussy filling the room, heady and adding to the
pleasure of both lovers.  Head propped on a pillow he could watch his cock
pull the labia inwards as she collapsed down, and stretch the other way as
she rose, and knew it was hitting her cervix each time.  She did not seem
to mind that (unlike some other women he had known).

   Jeez!  His daughter was fit, the whole movement fuelled by the strong
muscles of her legs, powerful enough to sustain the bouncing up and down,
though his hips rose and fell in rhythm with her.  She must be spurting, he
thought, as he felt liquid running down from the base of his cock and over
his balls.

   "Oh, daddy!  I'm cumming, cumming...."

   "Cum, angel, cum.  I'm cumming too....."

   He pulled at both nipples and that did it.  She still bounced up and
down, faster if anything, but he could feel the spasms as her vagina
gripped his cock.  Then as she collapsed on his chest, hands holding his
face, he himself came, his hips rising as he pumped the first of four
gushers of spunk into the throbbing cunt.  Again, Again, Again, and then
the afterglow as they lay, mouth-to-mouth, hugging, sweaty, satisfied and
joyful.



   ...................................

   That was all nearly twelve years ago.  Beth is, indeed a genius, went to
University at the age of sixteen, graduated with firsts, and is at the
leading edge of cosmological studies, and ever developing her beloved math.
She never had boyfriends or any other male lovers, but is serially
promiscuous with girls, preferring petite young students in her university
faculty.  However, whenever she can she visits with her daddy and they have
a few days of raunchy sex, with occasional interludes a-bed with Ama, still
living in the same area but married now with a ten-year old daughter who
will be as sexy and beautiful as her mother.