Author: Sterling
Title: College Writing Assignment
Summary: My daughter Lucy's creative writing teacher at college
told her to pick a challenging and unusual topic. She wrote a
story of incestuous rape.
Keywords: Mg het rape reluc pedo lolita first incest father daughter

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 7/17/2011.

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College Writing Assignment

My daughter Lucy went far away for college, and the first time
she made it home that fall of her freshman year was for
Thanksgiving.

"Hey, Dad," she said in a spare moment during the dinner
preparation. "I've been emailing you about my creative writing
seminar, right?"

"Yeah, sounds like you've got a really good teacher."

"Professor Jones is great. There's an assignment to pick
something really different to write about -- something
challenging. I wondered if you'd take a look at it and see what
you think."

"Sure, happy to."

"I'll email it to you, OK?"

Later that evening after the family gathering had broken up, I
got some time and opened up my daughter's story on the desktop in
my study. My eyes bugged out as I started reading.

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*Grace*

"Grace? Where are you Grace? You're not hiding, are you? You know
it's time, you can't hide from me... Fine, I'll track you down."

My cock was firming up in my pants thinking of my luscious little
daughter. I had already done some naughty things with her. I had
put my hands all over her body: hair, neck, cheeks, arms, hands,
and toes. But also her tummy, chest, lips, butt and a little
pressing up between her legs -- though I hadn't taken any of her
clothing off yet. I had gotten her to jerk me off. But this
afternoon it was all going to come together.

There weren't that many places to hide in our house. She wasn't
in her own closet, but she was under some clothes in the spare
room closet.  Her precious little bare foot was in plain view. 
It was such a beautiful foot, and it was connected to a beautiful
girl body. I wanted to touch that body in all different ways,
inside and out.

I grabbed it and pulled her out.  "You bad, bad girl!  You knew
you were supposed to be ready and waiting for me when I got
home!"

"No, daddy..." she whimpered.

As I pulled her out feet first and the girl emerged from the pile
of clothing, her light blue dress bunched up, revealing her
perfect little legs leading right up to her white cotton panties.
 I stood her up roughly, and she anxiously pulled her dress down
to cover herself again.

Her shoulder-length golden hair was mussed a little.  Her big
blue eyes were moist and accusing, her mouth turned down in a
pout.

"You naughty, naughty girl!" I scolded, and gave her a few whacks
on her rear end through that lovely dress.

"Ouch!" Then, "I'm sorry," in a whisper.

I then grabbed her hand and half-dragged her to the master
bedroom, where the covers were pulled back. A sea of virgin white
sheet was available for our explorations.

I shed my clothing quickly, and my half-hard cock came into view.

"I could rub your thingie again. Would you like that?" she said,
glancing up at me, trying to weasel her way out of her fate.

It had felt wonderful to have Grace rubbing my thingie. She
wasn't half bad at it, and I had shot ropes of sperm onto two of
her other dresses. But sperm doesn't belong on dresses.

"No, the time for that is over. I need to touch your body, skin
to skin."

I knelt as she stood before me, then reached up under her dress
with both hands and pulled her panties down roughly.

"Daddy, it's private!" she whined.

"I've touched you with clothes on, but now it's time to do away
with clothes. Things are only private until you share them, and
today you're sharing them with your daddy, do you understand?"

"Yes, daddy," she said meekly, miserably.

I nudged her towards the bed and she sat down on it.

"Go on, on your back," I said.

She sighed and lay on her back on the center of the bed, but she
had her legs tightly closed and her dress smoothed down.

I lay beside her and unbuttoned the front of her dress.

"No, daddy," she whispered. "Not my chest! It's... a girl's
private thing."

"And precious it is," I said. "Thanks for sharing it with me," I
said with a small smile.

I slid my right hand in to glide over the skin of her left
nipple, the place her left breast would grow some day soon.

She pouted.

"That feels wonderful, Grace, your body is so smooth and
delicious and young."

"Isn't it too young and ... tender ... for you to play with it
like this?"

"No," I said with a lusty grin. "No, not at all! Let's feel that
other one. Mmmm, there's where your other booby will grow, very
smooth and nice."

I removed my hand and caressed her pouting face. "Such a
beautiful face..."

"You could look at my face... and kiss me? Just let me be private
down below?" she said, gulping. "Please?"

"No! The kissing's wonderful, but it's time for me to touch the
rest of you too. Say, why don't you like me to go there? Do you
know what I'm going to do?"

"No, it's just a feeling I have. I don't want it!" she said,
holding back tears.

I got back up on my knees below her. I forced my hands between
her lovely thighs just above her knees and tugged them apart
eagerly. She resisted to a point, but no further. She knew she
couldn't win. I knelt in the space that opened up between them.

As I slid her dress up, she tried to hold it in place with her
hands, saying "No, daddy!  Don't go up there, you're not supposed
to look at your daughter up there!"

"Look?  Looking will be just the beginning!"

I pulled her dress up just above her hips.  I reached her belly
under her dress for a moment to sample the tender, smooth warmth
of her stomach  -- all mine if I wanted, but that wasn't my
focus.  Girls have things between their legs that boys don't
have. She knew that, but not much more. I knew that was the part
of her I wanted, and exactly how.

I looked at her sweet little labia, puffy innocent lips which
parted to reveal the folds and flaps that define femininity even
in a little girl.

I started lowering myself into position to get my big boy part
right at her girl parts.

"What are you doing, daddy?" she asked in distress. "Why are you
putting your thingie there between my legs? Are you going to
touch me with it?"

"Yes, dear, it's going to touch you," I said sweetly, rubbing the
copious pre-cum around my glans, making it glisten.

"Eewwww!"

I moved in for the taking.  My cock pressed against her tender
little opening.  I loved seeing my huge man cock about to violate
my little girl's innocent privates. She didn't know what was
coming.

I pressed my tip against her cute little lips, poking back and
forth gently.

"That feels nice!" I said, pressing naughty flesh to naughty
flesh -- a warm bump, bump, bump.

"Daddy, you're being naughty, you know," she said sternly.

"Yes, Grace, I'm naughty," I said, caring not the least for any
rules or conventions in the world.

She heard my excitement and made a connection. "Are you going
to... you know, shoot the stuff out onto my little privates?"

"Something like that."

"No! Ewwww!"

I pressed hard. I knew exactly where her opening was. She didn't,
but she'd soon find out.

Then I pressed, and she said, "You're pressing too hard! I ... I
don't know what's there but I know it's delicate and dainty and
you could hurt it!"

My cock began stretching her lips seriously.

"You're pushing my parts around!" she said.

"Yes, oh yes I am!" I said with glee.

Then my cock lodged lightly in her opening, the female place
that's meant for cocks.

She had a sharp intake of breath. "Daddy!" she shouted. "It isn't
right! My body's got a hole somehow! You're pushing inside me!"

"Yes, baby, I knew about that hole, and it's where I've been
headed all along. It's called your cunt."

"That's what that word means!" she whispered, a little excitement
showing through her distress in spite of herself.

There was no virginity problem, though. It was tight, but my cock
slid in smoothly and slowly, deeper and deeper.

"It can't be right, daddy! It's dangerous to stick your thingie
in me!"

"Oh, it's very right," I said. "Your body can take my whole
'thingie'." I proved it by squelching in further and further, a
little at a time.

"You're worse than in my panties!" she said. "You're right into
my girl body! You're filling up my insides! That's super-duper
private!"

"Yes! Isn't it wonderful!"

"No! You get that gross thingie out of me this minute!"

I slowly started my in and out motion, looking at my daughter's
beautiful tear-stained face.  As I reached full-depth violation
each time, my mat of hair bumped against her smooth little pussy
lips.

"Now I'm going to fuck you," I said softly, picking up the pace.

"This is what 'fucking' is?" she asked, incredulous.

Each stabbing thrust drove me in to the very hilt, and there was
a little extra energy left over to nudge my girl up a little on
the bed.  Her delicate arms and hands lay out to the side,
innocence subjected to her daddy's will.  And my will was to ream
into her pussy with my pulsing prong.

I thought about proper behavior in life compared to her present
situation. She was a big enough girl to know to keep her knees
together when she had a dress on so not one could see up
underneath, to always wear panties to hide her private parts, and
to tell a grown-up if anyone touched her anywhere. She knew to be
very alarmed if a man even touched her thigh.  But I had trampled
all of that.  I had insisted on looking up under her dress,
pulled her panties down, and rubbed her thighs, and had pushed
the dress out of the way rudely. I had pinned her on her back
with her legs apart and done just what all those things were
meant to prevent, those useless things.  Those innocent girly
lips -- 'huh, what?' they lied sweetly -- hid nothing from me.
And I taught her in a very direct way that she had a vagina as I
invaded it. I pressed past her lips to seize the prize within, to
bury myself in my girl's pussy, her baby hole.  Right up between
her legs, centered, down low, I probed up into her lower innards.

My bulging, dripping cock had found a female, found her cunt, and
stormed in.  I needed to make a baby in there, and my balls were
already churning, getting ready to vomit their sinisterly potent
and slippery father cum where the babies grow.  My sweet girl was
a little young to bear my baby quite yet, but that made no
matter.  My cock would rip in every millimeter it could and shove
every slithery inch of girlcunt aside. It would let her sexy
pussy, body and soul know it had been fucked, possessed, and
violated by a cock that was shouting that she would grow his baby
at once within her, without delay! Death to any other male who
tried to get within a hundred yards of her!  The huge prong of
flesh surging into her innards filled half the volume of her
pelvis, pressing her innards around so every organ in her sweet
body would know she had been fucked down below, where females get
fucked. Her role was to submit, let the stallion and his cock
work their slimy deeds  in her, and be mated against her own
will.

But she also had her little pleasure clit and the nerves all
around, and my rude invasion stimulated them.  She might hate
being raped, but those nerves recognized the fundamental
rightness of the act, and her resolve would be undermined by the
pleasure that told her that all was well, that the raping fucking
giant cock was just what she needed.

"Why... why does it feel good?" she asked.

"Oh," I said, slowing myself down to a smooth even fuck up her
glorious hole.

"Let me tell you about the birds and the bees," I said. "It's
time we had that talk," I continued, grinning at myself as I
considered that I was giving her a convincing demo.

"You know babies grow in mommies' tummies? And are started by a
little bit of the daddy?"

"Yeah," she said, her face prettily jiggling as my thrusts poked
her deep.

"My goopy cum is the part that would make a baby, and the way it
gets into a mommy is just like this. I get really happy and shoot
it out up high. It has millions of little cells that go wriggling
up looking for an egg."

"You'd spurt the stuff *inside her body*?" she asked,
incredulous.

"Yup!"

"But you're not going to do that with me, right? That's gross.
You won't, will you?"

"Not yet, anyway," I said diplomatically, though I knew this
session was going to end with large gobs of my stuff swimming
around her innards. "So now we get to why you start feeling
good."

"Yeah?"

My cock was relaying amazing pleasure from each lazy in and out
stroke.

"Do mommies like to have babies?"

"Yeah..."

"So if they have to let a man do what I'm doing to have a baby,
they'd want him to do it, right?"

"They might just... grit their teeth and put up with it, just so
they can have a baby."

I laughed. "I guess they could, yes. But big girls like it when a
guy does this. And to make them like it even more, nature makes
it so it feels really good to them too."

"Ewwww, this is so gross!" she exclaimed as my penis bathed in
her hot, wet vagina, which was squeezing me tightly,
cooperatively.

"So just like a big girl, your body says, 'Oooo, that feels
really, really good! I hope he keeps doing it until he spurts his
stuff out!'"

"I don't feel that way at all! I don't want you going to the
bathroom in me! Ewww!"

"But it does feel good down there, right? Really, really good."

She gulped. "No, daddy," she puffed. "You should pull that
thingie out of me and leave my girl parts alone!"

"Feel those warm waves of pleasure? Feel how good they are? How
exciting?"

"No... no, daddy, it's not like that."

"You're getting more excited, I can tell. You're going to have an
orgasm, where it feels really good."

"No, daddy, I'm... I'm not feeling ... good," she said, her face
slack.

"Yes, you are!  You're going to come, which means you get one of
those happy shuddery feelings like I get when I shoot the goop
out!"

"No!"

"Yes you are.  In fact, I can tell you're getting close. Your
girly body thinks it's great for my big penis to be shoving in
and out. Every time I go in and out it feels a little better,
right? ..."

"No..." she said without conviction.

"Yes, you're getting close," I said. "It's so nice to see you
happy."

"No, daddy..." she moaned. The seconds went by, my motion gently
tugging on her sexy clit nerves.

"C'mon, sweetie, let it happen. Let yourself feel good..."

"No, daddy, never!" she said, eyes closed, panting. "Oh, daddy,
it's strange," she said, surprised by this secret her body was
revealing to her.

"Let it go, and think how good it feels," I said.

"Daddy, oh daddy, oh, oh, oh, oh no, daddy, oh ... oh ...
AAAHHHHH!" she squeaked.

I kept pressing in with even, steady strokes, felt her faint
twitches, and waited for her to come to her senses.

She opened her eyes, smiling dreamily off into the distance.

"And now," I said with a lusty smile, "I'm going to spurt my
stuff out right up inside your little body!"

Recovered from her own ecstasy she remembered how much she hated
that idea.

"Not up there! No, daddy! If you have to shoot it out, do it on
my stomach!"

"Oh, no, baby girl. Up your cunt. That's where it goes, and where
I'm bound to put it!"

"Don't let any of that nasty goop out, daddy!  I don't want it up
in me!" she said, squirming beneath me without effect.

"That's exactly where it's going, I'm going to belch the goop out
deep up your girly cunt.  You're mine!"

"Stop!  Take your thingie out!  You wanna ... wanna shoot it in
my mouth?" she asked in a desperate attempt at escape. I had
suggested sticking it in her mouth the other day, but she had
refused.

"Lovely idea, Grace. But I want to shoot it right up your hot
girly pussy wussy."

I could see her eyes working. "Daddy, think about how naughty
you're being! You're between my legs, up my skirt, inside my
panties, and filling my private girly hole with your big man
thingie. Don't leak any of the goopy stuff into me TOO!"

I was pumping with unbridled lust. I panted, "It's not going to
leak, baby, it's going to shoot... Feel my thing getting bigger,
Grace? That means I'm getting close! It feels so good!"

"No, take it out, take it out!" she moaned... "Daddy, I'm feeling
good again, and I don't want to!"

I panted, "You're happy because ... what your body wants more
than anything is ... to get that big wad of sticky stuff up
inside."

"But I don't!" she wailed.

"Yes you do -- deep inside. And I want to give it to you, very
much, and my balls are about to splat you full of it!"

"I'm a sweet and pure girl, and my girly hole is even sweeter and
purer, and you shouldn't shoot your nasty yucky stuff up in it!"

"Oh, yes I should.  Here it comes, Grace, I'm almost there!"

"No, daddy," she moaned, sexual pleasure drenching her once more.

My prong was in and out of her girl puss, pistoning wildly,
deeper and harder all the time, tip broadening in preparation for
release.  Her body was laid out beneath me, helpless, at my
mercy, prisoner to my will.  I saw my prong disappearing right up
between my daughter's legs, right into her girl puss, seven
inches into the very center of her young girlhood.  The pleasure
was overwhelming.  And I could see the little girl building
towards her second orgasm.

"Yes, Grace, yes, yes!" I whispered.

"No, daddy, no," she pleaded.

"Oh yes, it's fantastic, girl, oh it's so great!"

My will was to surge her pussy full of my roiling sperm.  I
reached that point when all systems were go.  My body worked its
lusty magic to make the slimy white stuff, just in time to
deliver it.

"It's on its way! Can't stop it!" I sighed urgently.

"Nnnnooooo," she moaned, pleasure about to explode in her brain.

"Ooohhh, ahhhh, Grace! Ohhh, ahh, here... comes ... the ... "

"No!"

"GOOP! Aahhh! Ooooh! Oooo!"

I gave a great huge groan -- and she screamed again with
pleasure.  And I did just what she had pleaded with me not to do,
I spurted a pulse of sticky, potent sperm up into her little
cunt. Yes, cunt. Her girly cunt. My wildly thrusting cock tip
spurted another one. Then a third. A fourth gob dribbled out.

Totally satisfied, I slid out and flopped on my back beside her.

Down from her orgasm, her resistance flared again. "You're an
awful, mean, bad daddy!" And she gave a couple little sobs.

"You're feeling bad, sweetie? I'm sorry..." I wasn't sorry I'd
fucked her, though I was hoping she'd get used to it quickly.

She sniffled.

"Why don't you do what you usually do when you're sad. Find the
person you like to go to who'll cheer you up?"

The person was me, as we both knew well. "You!" she said, sitting
up. "You're a bad man! You went to the bathroom in me!"

"There, there, dear -- there there," I said, gently tugging her
towards me -- but this was a gentle offer, not a demand. "Your
pussy's the very best spot for that stuff, all the big girls
agree."

Wearily she lay down and snuggled against me, flopping her leg
over mine. It was exciting to feel my sperm oozing out of her
pussy onto my leg.

"There, there," I said. "Just relax and everything's going to be
OK."

After a little while the sniffles stopped, and a few minutes
later I could tell she was asleep in my arms. I slept too.

I woke to the very gentle touch of young fingers along my cock,
which was rising rapidly. I pretended to be asleep a little
longer. Soon it was fully hard.

"Hi," I said sleepily.

Her hand paused in its stroking, but she left it there.

"How you feeling, sweetie?" I asked.

"I don't know. Confused. Bad. Dirty. Kind of good. Naughty."

"You have your hand on my thingie," I said, stating the obvious.

She started stroking it again.

"You were gross and stuck your weewee up in me, then showed me
how it felt good. And how men and women do it to make babies. And
that's a good thing, right?"

"Yes, very good."

"You're a very naughty daddy, but I love you, so naughty can't be
*too* bad. So if I feel naughty maybe that's not so bad either?"

"Oh, I think that's true, absolutely," I said, far more
interested in results than trains of dubious logic.

"You said big girls like to get it... and I'm not a big girl. Is
it ... normal if I kind of ... you know ... umm."

"Like it and want it?"

"Yeah," she whispered.

"Yes, perfectly normal. Big girls like it, but it doesn't mean
little girls can't."

She was on her side facing me, looking at me solemnly.

I looked her up and down. Flat chest, hairless little lips... the
lips were swollen and slick and goopy -- testimony to how I had
already made her mine, possessed and mated with her, fucked her
well and fully.

"What do you want, sweetie?" I whispered.

"I, ummm, you know," she said.

"Tell me in words, sweetie. I'd love it if you would."

She shook her head, getting an impish grin. Instead of speaking,
she pointed to my cock, then pointed between her legs repeatedly.

"You want me to stick my cock in your cunt?" I asked softly.

She nodded, sliding onto her back and spreading her legs.

I slid on top of her and wedged father cock into daughter pussy,
leading to a happy sigh from her. It fit perfectly.

"Then what?" I asked.

She fucked with one finger into the fingers of the other hand,
then took her hands apart and made a sort of exploding motion.

"You want me to wiggle back and forth and come in your pussy?
Shoot my goopy stuff all over the inside of your cunt?"

She nodded. One cuntful of sperm wasn't enough. She wanted a
second one.

Then we started a kiss, gentle and tender, and I started sliding
my cock in and out of her girlish pussy.

We both built up slowly, kissing and moaning, breaths becoming
more and more urgent. After five minutes it was time.

"Cum, daddy!" she whispered. "Cum in my pussy! Splat your stuff
up into me. Lots and lots of it!"

As one creature we moved towards that climax, then suddenly we
were both there. Her contractions matched mine perfectly. Four
more gobs of sperm filled her pussy.

It was heavenly. The ultimate father-daughter bonding activity.
We were both going to want to do a lot more of it in the days,
weeks and years ahead.

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What the hell was my daughter thinking? Writing child porn! Child
rape! It was written from the man's perspective too. I had to
hand it to her, though, it read pretty well. I had a very stiff
cock through the entire story.

I sat staring at the screen for many minutes, collecting my
thoughts. Finally I went to see Lucy in her room.

She sat propped up in her bed, and put her laptop aside as I
entered.

I shut the door behind me and sat in her desk chair.

"So, daddy, what did you think?" she asked brightly.

"You're not going to hand that in, are you?" I asked.

"Sure I am. The teacher said to challenge ourselves. Do something
unusual."

"Have you read lots of porn stories?"

"A fair number, for this project. But I dabbled starting a couple
years ago. Remember how you always said you trusted my judgment
on the web?"

"Yeah, was I wrong?"

"No, of course not, daddy. I can handle it, you know. It's good
to know stuff."

"And have your had any sexual experiences yourself?"

"That's kind of private!" she said solemnly, then added with a
smile, "No, of course not. I date boys but don't feel like doing
that stuff yet. Except by myself sometimes..."

I raised my hands to warn against 'too much information.' I
sighed. "Do you think the professor's going to think something
like that happened to you?"

"No, it's just a story. No father would actually do that to his
daughter, would he?"

"Apparently some do -- not many, but a few. Say, are you going to
show it to mommy?"

"No," said Lucy quickly. "No," she laughed. "Not mom."

"Oh, and why not?" I said, trying to keep a straight face.

"She wouldn't understand."

"I think you're right," I said, and we both grinned.

There was a brief pause. "Daddy, were you ever tempted to do
something like that?"

"Like that? Heavens, no!"

"Or anything less? I mean, like, was it hard having a 'nubile'
girl around?"

"Not really. I don't know why. I always knew you were very sexy
and attractive, just not sexy and attractive to me. Some kind of
anti-incest mechanism a lot of men have, I think. What about you?
Any Electra complex?"

"Nope," she said, then added with a grin, "Did you think it was a
hot story?"

"That isn't something I think I should discuss with you."

"That means Yes."

"I didn't say anything of the kind!"

"You don't have to."

"What about you? Was it hot for you?"

"Me? Are you kidding?" She paused. "Of course it was hot!"

"I think lots of us get turned on reading about kinds of sex that
we'd hate in real life."

"Do you think it's realistic that a girl that age would get
really turned on and get into it?"

"No, especially when she didn't want it. At least I assume not.
What do you think?"

"I think she might."

"Hmmmm."

There was a silence.

"Well, good to see you sweetheart. Welcome home!"

"Thanks, daddy," she said and we both rose.

We hugged, and held the hug a little longer than we would have
ordinarily. On a whim I found her bra strap under her sweater and
shirt where it fastened around her back and gave it a very gentle
snap, then broke the hug.

"There, now you've been sexually abused," I said.

She stuck her tongue out, but our eyes locked somehow.

"I could adapt that story into a play, and we could take turns
reading the lines, what do you think?" she asked with a laugh.
But her laugh trailed off into discomfort and she looked away,
just as I did.

"Umm, hmmm, maybe something to think about. Or maybe not. Good
night, Lucy," I said, hurrying out of her room.

"Good night, daddy," she said to my retreating back.

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