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 Pedo.  Incest.



   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never be this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.



   Payne

   by Pedro Feelya



   I never was much of a father.

   I got married too young and it lasted less than a year.

   A few months after the divorce, my ex-wife's lawyer sent me a letter
saying I needed to pay child support.  So I sent a check, every month, for
thirteen years.

   Then I get a letter from my ex saying that our daughter has been getting
into trouble and I needed to take her.

   So I show up at the airport and I'm watching people coming out of the
terminal from her plane.

   This skinny girl with black-bluish hair and black make-up walks up to
me. I don't know much about Goth or Emo, but she looked more homicidal than
suicidal.

   "Sherry?" I asked.

   "Pain." She answered.

   I didn't understand.  "Sherry??"

   "Oh God." She said, acting as exasperated as she could.  "Let's go."



   She calls herself Payne now.  She often called me stupid or a jerk.

   For the first week she was a real pain in the ass.  The second week she
got worse.



   One day I am taking my shower after work and I open the shower curtain
to grab my towel to dry off.

   Payne is sitting on the toilet right beside me.

   My apartment is a really large two bedroom, but it only has the one
bathroom.  Still, she could have knocked.

   I stood looking at her.  I didn't know what to do.

   "What the hell are you looking at?" she accused as she glared at me.

   I shrugged.  I was there first.  I reached for the towel.

   Her eyes then dropped and widened as she stared at my naked cock, which
was level with her face.

   I continued to dry off.  After I toweled my hair, I looked down again
and she was gone.



   That evening I was watching TV as usual when Payne came out and sat on
the couch to watch also.  This wasn't unusual except that instead of the
usual jeans and jacket she wore, she only had on a long t-shirt.

   Her legs were bare.  They were long and slender and not bony at all. 
The t-shirt was long enough to cover her butt, but not much more.

   Then Payne changed position.  She pulled her knees up.

   She wasn't directly facing me, but I could see more.  I wondered what
color her underwear were.  If she moved a little more, I would be able to
see.

   I caught myself and tried to not pay attention.

   Payne kept moving her legs.

   A part of me began to ache painfully to see what she hid beneath her
shirt.

   She began to rock her legs back and forth.  The shirt was riding higher.
Her underwear had to be very small.  I ached to know what kind they were.

   I again caught myself.  This was my daughter.  She was just a kid.  She
didn't know what she was doing to me.

   I concentrated hard on the TV.

   Out of the corner of my eye I saw her knees fall completely over
together.  Her bottom would be in plain sight if I looked.  I couldn't be
sure, but there was no bright color or white of underwear.

   My heart thundered.  Her slim, beautiful bottom was exposed and might be
naked.  If I looked, I would be doomed.

   Without facing Payne, I stood.  I immediately stooped as my hardon
caught painfully in my pants.  As best I could, I walked from the room.



   The next afternoon, when I come home from work, I heard Payne getting
out of the shower.  As I walked past the bathroom I looked in through the
door she had left open.  She had never left the door open before.

   She was standing, leaned over the sink, looking at her face in the
mirror.

   She was completely naked.  Her slender legs met a pert little butt which
curved upward into a slender waist.

   I guess I stared.

   She turned directly toward me and got a really angry look.  She stomped
forward.

   "Hey you perv!  What do you think you're doing?"

   She slammed the bathroom door closed.

   The image of her naked body facing me was now burned into my memory.

   She was only thirteen, but her breasts were much fuller than I imagined
they should be.  They had swayed and bounced a little when she moved.  Her
nipples were a dark red and small but distinct.  Her hips were narrow, but
wider than a boy's.  She had some hair between her legs but it was thin and
light brown, the same color as mine.  Her skin was light tan with lighter
bikini lines, and it was flawless.

   I hadn't had a date or whacked off since she had moved in.  I was
starting to go nuts.



   Two days later things really started to go wrong.

   It was a Saturday and I had made breakfast.  After we ate I stood and
reached over the table to grab some dishes.  Payne was sitting next to me.

   I felt her hand on my cock.

   I froze.  She had reached up under my robe and lightly wrapped her hand
around my cock, and she was holding it.

   I was afraid she would try to rip it off.  I didn't dare move.

   Then, she started to caress it.

   I should have slapped her hand.  I should have moved away.  I should
have stopped her.

   She continued to fondle it and it quickly grew thick and firm in her
warm hand.

   It felt so good.  I didn't understand what she was doing.  She had never
been nice to me, so I just stood there.

   Payne wasn't an expert at rubbing, but soon my cock stood stiffly
straight out.  A small spasm jerked my body.

   I was embarrassed.  I turned quickly, pulling free.  I dropped the
dishes in the sink, and headed for my room.

   I didn't understand what was going on or what I should do.



   The rest of the day we didn't talk much.  Every time I looked at her,
she was staring at me.



   Sunday, we were busy, but that evening I sat down to watch TV.

   I saw Payne come out of her room and walk down the hall.  She was
wearing the t-shirt again.  She passed by, close to my chair.  Too close.

   I wondered if she had underwear on.

   I reached out my hand and slid it inside her thigh.  She immediately
froze, standing there.  Soon she would yell at me.  I must have wanted her
to yell at me.

   I slowly moved my hand up the inside of her thigh, squeezing gently.  I
don't think I have ever touched anything smoother in my life.

   Part of my mind screamed at me.  Another part justified what I was doing
as revenge for her touching me.  I didn't know how far I could go, just
playing with her.

   Payne stood there and shivered slightly, breathing hard.

   My hand was now up under the shirt.  My finger felt soft hairs.

   She wasn't wearing underwear.  I slid my finger back and forth against
her pussy lips to be sure.

   Payne's body spasmed slightly.  I ran my finger deeper.  I could feel
the coolness of moisture on my finger as she became wet.

   Suddenly, it felt like my blood turned to ice.  What I was doing was
wrong and I became scared.  My daughter's body was reacting like a woman's.
I didn't know how to stop.

   Payne moaned loudly and started to bend over.  Her thighs clamped down
hard on my hand.



   I jerked my hand free.  Then I mumbled something about being very, very
sorry.  I fled down the hallway to my room.

   Her scent, now saturated my hand, tortured me with guilt and lust.

   I dropped my pants to my ankles and grabbed my cock to rub it.

   "Hey you bastard." Payne screamed outside my door.  Then she pounded on
it.

   I stood to pull my pants up.

   The door crashed open and she stood, glaring at my half naked body,
murder boiled in her eyes.

   "What the fuck were you doing?  You goddamn pervert.  How dare you touch
me?"

   My cock pointed obscenely at her.  I deserved to die for touching my own
daughter that way.

   In two long steps she strode toward me, and hit me in the chest, hard.

   I fell back onto the bed.  My pants were down at my ankles.

   Payne then jumped on top of my chest.  One hand grabbed my upright cock
and squeezed it hard.  Her knees dug into my torso.

   I lay back, confused and resigned to die for my sins.

   "What?" She screamed at my face.  "You think you can touch me any way
you like; like I'm your little fuck toy."

   Little drops of spittle flew from her mouth.

   Her hand on my cock was squeezing rhythmically.  As afraid as I was that
she would rip my cock off, it wouldn't go limp as she kept squeezing it.

   "Do you really want to fuck your daughter?" she screamed.  Her face was
inches from mine.  "You want to take my virginity, don't you?"

   I felt so horrible.  I wished she would just stab me in the chest and
kill me.

   She hit me in the chest again and shifted her weight over me.

   "This is all you want isn't it?"

   I felt her hand rub my cock up and down something super soft.  I
realized that she was rubbing my cock up and down her pussy.

   "You want to jam this inside me, you fucking pervert." She snarled at
me.

   I was becoming confused.  I hadn't thought about actually fucking her.
Where was she getting that from?  My big cock would never fit inside her
little body.

   Her pussy was wet and was making the head of my cock slippery.



   "You want to fucking rape me."

   With that, my daughter jammed her whole body back onto my cock, shoving
it tight against her hole.

   She screamed in pain.  My own cock was in incredible pain also.

   Then she jammed herself back again.  I felt head of my cock pop free
through the resistance.  It must have been inside her.

   Payne screamed even louder, and then collapsed on top of me.

   I had broken her virginity.  I had ruined my own daughter.

   I had to get away.  I needed to go run out onto the freeway or jump off
a cliff.  I had to get away.

   I rolled Payne sideways, off of me.  Then I tried to get up.

   She had locked her legs around me.  I tried to pull them apart, but she
had locked her ankles.

   I pulled back, but I was just dragging her off the bed.

   I slipped and fell forward a little.  My cock slipped in a hair deeper.

   Payne came up, clawing and screaming at the new pain.

   I regained my footing and pulled back as far as she would let me.  This
eased her pain.

   All the while she was crying, and calling me a fucking asshole.

   She wouldn't let me out of her.  My cock was hard as stone.

   I again tried to wrestle from between her legs.  My cock wiggled inside
her.  It felt good.

   Payne wiggled her hips too.



   My cock was already inside my daughter.  I was already condemned to hell
and prison.  I was confused and beginning to cry myself.

   We rested a moment.

   The feeling of my cock inside of her was beginning to rule my senses.

   Her shirt had ridden up to just below her breasts and her small lithe
body lay out before me.

   I was already on the express train to hell, my body wanted to enjoy the
ride.

   I wiggled in and out experimentally.  It felt unbelievably good.

   Payne grimaced, but her back arched in what might be pleasure.

   She continued to cry.

   I then pressed in firmly, and my cock sunk in a little.  My daughter
screamed in pain, but she tightened her legs, locking me deeper inside her.



   It was one thing for me to go to hell for raping my daughter.  It was a
far worse crime for her to believe that sex was about pain.

   I reached down and gripped her sides, right at her kidneys.  Squeezing
gently, I began to massage, trying to get her to relax.

   This pushed and pulled her body a little, and caused my cock to slide
back and forth a little.

   Her hips began to move in rhythm.

   I leaned forward and brushed some tears from her eyes and I said, "I
love you, I really do."

   I kept whispering that as we made small movements together.

   I then lifted her shirt and kissed each nipple.  They were hard and tiny
and responsive.

   Payne's hands came up behind my head and she began running her fingers
through my hair.

   Encouraged, I began to kiss and suck all over her breasts.  They were
smaller than oranges and very firm.  I could fit one in my mouth.

   She had stopped crying and was beginning to moan.

   Her hip movements were becoming stronger.

   I stood and gently pulled at her legs.

   She paused, deciding, and then released her lock on me.

   I could have pulled out then, but I would only be leaving her with
memories of pain.

   I pulled back until the head of my cock was trapped behind the tight
ring of her entrance.

   I pushed in again, very careful not to go deeper than before.  It was so
tight that it actually hurt.

   Payne's body had clenched up so I waited for it to relax.  Then I pulled
back again.

   She moaned loudly.

   I continued to push and wait, then pull and wait.  Each time there was
less resistance and more pleasure.

   I was able to set up a slow rhythm, pumping short strokes into her. 
Despite her tightness, and my hardness, what pain there was became buried
in nerve massaging pleasure.

   I began to allow myself to go deeper.  I know it must have hurt her, but
Payne winced then relaxed, then begged for more.



   I stopped going deeper when my daughter began to orgasm.  I had to stop
moving entirely as her vagina muscles spasmed and clenched my cock.

   Despite her beauty, tightness, and sexiness, I didn't have any problem
holding back.  I was determined to show her how great sex could be.

   As she came down from her climax, I massaged her slender hips and sides.
I also massaged her perfect breasts for my own pleasure.  She seemed to
love it all.

   I began to pump again.  In almost no time at all she was riding a wave
to ecstasy again.  That was when I reached her inner limit.

   I don't think I pumped any harder, but just the tiny further.  When I
pushed, my cock jammed into the end of her tunnel and I too felt the pain.

   Payne screamed as though she had been stabbed, and I froze.  I waited as
her entire body unclenched.

   "I'm sorry baby; I'm sorry" I cried.

   "It's okay daddy." She smiled at me.  "Don't stop now."

   I was shocked.  She had never called me dad before.

   Ever so gently I began to pump myself into her.  I rubbed her thighs,
sides, and breasts.

   I couldn't stop crying, I was so happy.

   Payne was looking into my eyes and she smiled too, between waves of
orgasms.



   She had had enough and now it was my turn.  She needed to feel the gift
she was giving me also.

   I began to speed up and shorten my stroke.  I lay my body down on hers
and hugged her tightly to me.

   My blood boiled.  I heard Payne cry out, but it was in a massive cascade
of ecstasy.

   This pushed me over the edge and I had to fight the urge to thrust as
deep as I could.

   My cock pulsed and in her extreme tightness, I felt every tiny bit of
sperm pump into her.



   I heard somewhere that some kids act out in order to get their parent's
attention.  Payne had my full attention now.



   This story deserves to be a lot longer and more detailed.

   Should I rewrite it?

   Email: pedrofeelya@gmail.com