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 Loving Erica (Mf, teen, fat/dau, rom) PART TWO

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   Loving Erica

   By SpectreOfHell

   Part 2

   When I came out of the bathroom, all traces of my daughter's vaginal
fluids washed from my guilty prick, my wife Helen was home and she was
talking to Erica in the kitchen.  I entered and they greeted me warmly,
both of them.  Erica was leaning against the counter, still barefoot, still
in her denim skirt and pink halter top, and I couldn't read her expression.
My wife kissed me and we sat down at the table to discuss dinner plans.  I
kept glancing at Erica, and she was staring at me with a strange
expression. I saw a rivulet of wetness run down the inside of her leg,
either her juices or mine.  She felt it and swiped at it, then left the
room, I assumed to go clean up.

   And Helen never suspected a thing.  Erica, over the next few days,
didn't act any differently toward me.  I didn't know what to do.  Did she
resent me now, or hate me, or did she want to do it again?  I didn't know
what to do.  A week after the incident, when I thought my guilt would kill
me, I went into the garage to get something and found Erica standing there
talking to the boy.  He took one look at me, screamed, and ran away
shouting "Please don't kill me!" He jumped in his car down by the curb and
sped away while Erica laughed.

   I asked, "What was that about?"

   "He came to break up with me," Erica replied, watching me coolly.  "I
told him the other day...you know, Daddy.  THAT day," and she paused to
watch my expression.  My guilt surged up and she seemed to see it. 
Satisfied, she went on, "I told him that if he ever told anybody about it
that you'd kill him.  I said that you were an enforcer for a loan shark and
that you'd killed before, so a silly little boy like him wouldn't bother
you a bit."

   That floored me.  "What?" I asked.  "Why did you tell him something like
that?"

   And Erica looked at me as if I was being stupid, which I was.  "Because,
Daddy," she said matter of factly, "I didn't want him telling anyone
that..." and her voice dropped to a whisper as she hesitated, "that you
fucked me."

   And there it was, out in the open.  I felt my face go red and Erica
looked concerned.  "Daddy, it's okay," she said.  She stepped closer to me
and reached up to put a comforting hand on my shoulder.  "Really, it's
okay."

   I suddenly burst into tears, ashamed.  "I'm so sorry, Erica," I choked
out.  "I didn't plan to do that to you, I swear.  I saw you and I lost
control and..."

   "Shh, Daddy," she said, moving closer to put her arms around me.  She
had to reach up to hug me, reminding me how much smaller than me she was,
how young she was.  "Daddy, I'm not mad at you.  It's okay."

   I cried even harder and wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her to my
chest.  "I love you so much, Erica," I said.

   "I love you too, Daddy," she replied in her melodic, soft voice.  "And I
always will." She lifted her face to smile up at me, and I saw tears on her
cheeks as well.  I brushed them away with my fingers and she laughed
lightly, making me smile in return.

   "Are we okay, then?" I asked.

   "Of course, Daddy," she said, hugging me again.  "Daddy?" she asked,
"Did I really make you lose control?"

   "Yes," I whispered.

   Then she surprised me.  "I really made you lose control of yourself. 
Wow!" she said.  "I didn't know you thought about me like that."

   I pulled back, not quite sure what to say.  I didn't think she
understood.  I was telling her that it was a freak occurrence, that I
hadn't had lust for her until that very moment, and it was only my own
weakness that had cause me to...  No, she did get it, I realized.  If I'd
been weak, it was because I was giving into a desire that was already
there. She was right.  I had thought about her like that.  It was a bit
shocking to me to realize that, and as I continued to hold her in my
embrace, a change came over me.  She was my daughter, my sweet little girl,
but I became aware of her warmth, her softness, her incredible loveliness,
and my body started to react.

   She started to cry and apologize, telling her how sorry I was and I had
lost control and...

   "It's okay, Daddy," she said, as if sensing my thoughts.  She rose on
her toes to kiss my cheek, and then kissed my lips lightly.  We stared into
each other's eyes and then I put my lips on hers again.  She tilted her
head in acceptance and closed her eyes, and we began to make out slowly,
gently.  Just like that, as if it was the most natural thing in the world,
we were making out.  She felt like heaven in my arms, and my cock became
rock hard and pressed into her through our clothing.  I knew she had to
feel it, and she didn't seem to mind.  Her only reaction was to slip her
tongue into my mouth, making me moan.

   We clung to each other kissing sensuously until I heard her mother yell
out the back door, "Have you found it yet?" Erica and I parted hastily,
wiping wetness from out mouths guiltily, then laughed at each other
playfully.

   "No, not yet," I yelled back and explained to Erica why I'd come out
here in the first place.

   "I'll help you," she said blushing a bit.  What the hell was happening
here?  She wasn't ashamed of what we'd just done, and didn't seem upset at
all about me fucking her the other day.  Through the haze of guilt and
shame, a spear of hope appeared.  Hope which I was afraid to admit was
there.  Hope that my daughter wanted me the same as I wanted her.  We found
what Helen had wanted and walked back to the house silently.  Leaving Helen
in the kitchen pouring over cookbooks and planning dinner, Erica and I
walked down the hall together.

   "Daddy?" she asked as we reached her bedroom door.  I braced myself,
suspecting what she wanted to ask.  Taking my silence as permission, Erica
asked, "Did I really make you lose control that way?  I mean you weren't,
you know, punishing me.  For what I was doing with Tom?"

   "Huh?" I said, startled.  "Punishing you?  Of course not, Erica.  I
meant what I said."

   "So," she said, forging ahead, "You wanted me.  You wanted to...fuck
me?"

   Dizziness swept over me.  "How could any man see you and not want to," I
said, and that answer seemed to please her.

   Smiling, she said, "I didn't know.  I mean, you have Mom..."

   I felt guilty for a new reason.  "Yeah, well..." said I.

   "But you wanted ME," said Erica.

   "Uh, yeah."

   "You know, lots of my friends have crushes on you," she said.

   "Oh?" I said, still dazed.

   "Yeah.  So do I." She said that while blushing, the words forced.  She
smiled nervously.  And something changed inside me.  Guilt and shame fell
away and I clearly saw the beautiful angel standing in front of me not only
as my daughter, but as an incredibly desirable female who was telling me
that she did, indeed, share the same feelings of attraction.

   I stepped closer and pulled her into my arms, and she came willingly.  I
kissed her tenderly, and she moaned into my mouth.  "I love you so much
Daddy," she whispered between kisses.

   "I love you too, Princess," I replied.  Erica glanced down the hall
toward the kitchen where we could hear Helen singing to herself and moving
pots around.  Erica took my hand and pulled me into her bedroom, closing
the door behind us.

   "What are you doing?" I asked as she pulled me by the hand over to stand
beside her bed.  We stood there facing each other, and then she peeled off
her shirt to reveal her bare chest.  I gasped and ogled her naked breasts.
I hadn't seen her bare chested since she was ten years old, and she'd been
flat then.  Now her chest sported to lovely globes a bit paler in color
than the rest of her but still tanned.  Round, the size of plump oranges
capped with brown areola and erect nipples.  "Jesus," I hissed, reaching
for them, mesmerized.

   I cupped each, fingered the nipples, then bent to suckle without
hesitation.  She ran her hands through my hair, moaning softly.  "Oh
daddy," she whispered.  "You make me feel so wonderful." I licked her
nipple and moved to the other one, rubbing my thumb lightly over the wet
one I'd left behind, and Erica moaned again, a bit louder.  Her body was
trembling, and I instinctively knew it wasn't from fear.  She had invited
me to do this with her.  She had dragged me in here, taken off her shirt,
and was offering herself to me.  If I'd had any bit of guilty feelings
left, doing this banished them.

   My hands shook as I unbuckled her jeans and she helped me wiggle them
off her hips.  They made a rasping sound as they slid over her thighs and
fell down her legs.  She stepped out of them and kicked them aside.  I
knelt in front of her, my little goddess, kissing over her taut belly.  I
slowly tugged her panties down.  I could feel her trembling a bit harder
and could hear her breath rushing through her nostrils.  Then there was her
pussy, and this time I noticed that it was completely shaven.  She must do
that for cheerleading, I decided.  She stepped out of her panties,
balancing herself by holding onto my shoulders.  I kissed her lovely feet
and trailed more kisses up her legs until I nuzzled her pussy.  She gasped
"Shit!  then covered her mouth.  I laughed and told her to say whatever she
wanted.

   I licked her slit, tasting her, and she clutched my shoulders hard.  I
could taste sweat and musk and the tang of metal, the flavor of a young,
innocent girl in heat.  It felt surreal, as if I were two people.  One, the
guy on his knees eating the pussy of a beautiful girl, and the other a
father who still struggled to accept the fact that he was making love to
his willing fourteen year old daughter.  But as I pushed my tongue into
Erica's folds and she spread her legs, bending her knees and dipping down
to feed her pussy to me, the two halves of my thoughts merged into one.  I
didn't care if it was perverse or illegal or morally incorrect.  She wanted
me, and I wanted her, and that was all.

   After a minute or so of licking her, I put my hands on her hips and
rocked back on my heels.  She let me turn her body and I sat her on the
bed. Reaching down, I grasped her ankles and put her feet up on the
mattress which spread her wide.  I stared at her beautiful pussy, then into
her eyes over her heaving breasts.  Keeping eye contact, I lowered my mouth
to her pussy again and she moaned, "Oh my god Daddy," I loved that.  As if
she were either telling me how thrilled she was or she was calling me her
god.  I was the source of her pleasure, and she the source of my
everlasting desire.  I ate her, tonguefucked her, sucked her clit, used
every trick I could remember or think of.  I even licked her rosebud, which
she seemed to like.  She held herself up on one arm so she could grasp my
head with her other hand and hunch her hips up at my mouth.  I slid a
finger into her pussy and she came hard, fluids squirting into my mouth. 
It wasn't piss, it was sweet and syrupy.  She had squirted female cum!

   I lifted my face from between my daughter's thighs, and she slipped her
feet off the mattress so she could sit up.  She grabbed me and kissed me
with unbridled passion.  Reaching down, her hands fumbled at my waist.  I
began to worry about being caught, but Erica had a thing about no one
opening her door and both Helen and I respected that.  Besides, how could I
stop now?  She opened my pants and her hand slid into my boxers.  I felt
her cool fingers as they found my cock.  I moaned at the sensation of my
daughter's slender hand wrapping around my shaft, then she pulled out my
cock.  She pushed against my chest so that I would lean back and give her a
better view of what she had revealed.

   "Oooh," she said, sounding impressed by it for some reason.  "This is
what was inside me the other day.  My Daddy's dick." She glanced up,
meeting my eyes.  Hers were shining with joy.  "It's pretty," she said.

   I could hardly believe this was my own daughter doing this to me. 
"Stand up," she ordered, and I obeyed.  Her hand never left my cock.  On my
feet, my hips were eye level to her, and she gazed at my prick rapturously.
Her hands skillfully manipulated me, stroking softly yet just firmly
enough. I saw her open her mouth and lean forward.  For some reason, my
mind just couldn't accept that she was really about to put it into her
mouth.  This was my daughter, my sweet little angel, and she didn't...

   I felt the sensation of her lips, soft and moist and wonderful, brushing
over he head of my cock.  Her tongue, hot and wet, wiggled against the
underside.  Those lips closed down on my shaft and her tongue swirled
around, and her cheeks caved as she sucked.  My cock was in my daughter's
mouth.  I lost my breath and wheezed as she drew back until only the head
remained past her lips, then slid forward again, taking in three-fourths of
my length.  Now, I'm no porn star, and all I have are about six and a half
inches, but to see my darling little Princess trying to deep throat me was
the most thrilling thing in my life.  She moved back and forth in a steady
rhythm, coating my cock with her spit which helped her busy hands stroke me
as she sucked me.

   It was obvious she had done this before.  Done it enough to become
expert at it.  I felt jealous, naturally, and I felt a father's normal
anxiety about what his little girl had been doing.  But most of all, I felt
an all consuming joy.  I stroked her cheek, and her eyes smiled up at me.
Seeing her looking at me like that with my cock in her mouth...it was
sending me over the edge.  I usually didn't get off on blowjobs, but in
under five minutes of my daughter's oral ministrations I felt the tickle of
approaching orgasm.

   "I'm going to cum, Erica," I grunted at her.

   Her mouth left my cock, slurping as if she was sucking off some
delicious flavor.  She swallowed as her hands stroked the full length of my
dick, and she smiled up at me.  "It's okay, Daddy," she said to me, her
lips and chin glistening with drool.  "I want you to cum in my mouth. 
Okay?" I said nothing, but she must have seen an answer in my eyes, because
she dove back onto my cock, slurping me back in and sucking.  She moved her
head back and forth faster.  I moaned, struggling to keep the sound from
being heard outside the room, and couldn't stop my hips from moving.  I was
fucking my daughter's mouth.  One of her hands let go of my cock and moved
to my hips so she could hold onto me.  A strangled cry built deep in my
chest and bubbled out as my orgasm began to peak.  Erica moaned, as if
having her father's cock in her mouth was a thrill she had desperately
longed for.

   "Erica!" I hissed, and my orgasm struck.  Waves of intense, agonizing
pleasure raced from my groin to every fiber of my body.  My cock swelled in
Erica's mouth and she stopped bobbing her head, but her hands continued to
pump eagerly as the first shot of sperm leapt from the tip of my cock into
the back of her throat.  She continued to slurp on me, her tongue a frantic
snake coaxing my fluids out of me.  It was the most powerful orgasm of my
life up to that day, and my entire body convulsed as pulse after pulse of
hot sperm filled my daughter's waiting, eager mouth.  I sagged when I was
finally spent.  Erica let my cock slide from her lips trailing a sting of
fluid, my sperm combined with her spit.  A little bit of sperm had leaked
from her mouth and ran over her chin.  I thought I would pass out from the
perfect eroticism of the moment.  And then she swallowed.  She made a
gulping sound in her throat and then opened her mouth to show me that it
was empty.L She giggled with pride as her hand continued to stroke my cock
which was dripping the last of my cum onto her naked thighs.

   I stroked my daughter's hair, unable to speak.  "I love you, Daddy," she
whispered to me.  "Was that okay?" I nodded vigorously, still unable to
form coherent speech.  She smiled broadly and added, "You taste good."
Groaning, I bent over and pressed my lips to hers, not caring if I was
tasting my own cum or not.  I had to kiss her.  It surprised her but she
threw her arms around my neck and returned the kiss with eager passion.

   Then we both froze as we heard footsteps coming down the hall.  Erica
was naked and had my cum on her face and legs, and I stood there with my
drooling cock hanging from my pants.  There was no time to hide anything.
But Helen passed by Erica's door without pause and went into the bathroom.
Erica and I both relaxed.  "You better go," my daughter whispered to me,
and I agreed.

   I stuffed my cock back into my pants and zipped up as I hurried to the
door.  I paused in the door way to look back at her.  She hadn't moved. 
She was still stark naked and sitting on the edge of her bed with a wet
face, staring at me in a way I'd never seen her do before.  If I was
looking at her as more than a daughter now, then it was obvious that she
saw me as more than her father.  "I love you, Erica," I said to her.

   "I love you with all my heart, Daddy," she replied, and I felt her love
flow into me through her eyes.  I wanted to rush back to her, sweep her up,
and never let her go.  My sweet daughter, my Princess, my loving angel...my
lover.  Instead, I forced myself to close the door and hurried away, my
thoughts in pieces.

  
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