The Beautiful Daughter
by The Wizard Whitebeard

After a hard day, I found myself headed to bed early.  I was between
the sheets just after 8:30.  My wife, a night-owl, would be up well
past midnight, reading or watching TV in the living room at the other
end of the house.  I had forgotten that Julie, our 14 year old
daughter, had a nine o'clock bedtime.  Her bathroom and other
bedrooms were all arranged near the master bedroom.  Crap.  I guess I
would be up a little while longer.  I heard the shower start just
after my head hit the pillow.

Twenty minutes later, she disappeared to say goodnight to her mother,
then swung back into my bedroom.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

By the light coming down the hall, I saw the shadow of her body as
she whispered into the room.  I sidled over to the edge of the bed.
She put her arms around me for her goodnight hug and kiss.  The hug
lingered for a long time.  I felt her nubile breasts press against my
bare flesh through the t-shirt she wore.  I involuntarily started
rubbing her back and caressing her panty-covered bottom.  As I softly
rubbed her bottom, she pushed her lips softly to mine.

Unlike previous nights, her kiss hesitated.  I could just see her
eyelids in the dim light and heard her inhale deeply.  My caresses
reached the base of her butt.  She squirmed her rear end slightly and
to my surprise, her lips parted.  I touched her lips softly with
tongue.  Her own tongue met mine!

I felt the heat of her body and observed that the nipples of her
little breast were poking me.

I broke the kiss softly.  I kept up my caresses along her back and
along her butt.  "Julie?"

"Uh huh?"

"Good night."

"Good night, Daddy."  Instead of leaving, she gave me another kiss.
This kiss became far more passionate.

"Do you need me to rub you more?" I asked.

"I think so," she stated.

I had no idea where this was going, but the covers under which I lay
naked had become tented.

I kept rubbing her rear softly with my right hand, but dropped my
left hand from her waist to between us.  She lifted off of me
slightly and I brushed the tips of my fingers across her right
nipple.

I heard in my mouth from hers "Mmmm."  I dropped my hand back to her
waist, then back up under the t-shirt.  This time, I started rolling
her nipple between my fingers.

"Oh, Daddy," she murmured.

Until now, her arms had been lying over my body, a remainder of the
hug she had started so long ago.  I took her left hand and pushed it
under the edge of the covers next to me.  She got the hint.  Her
hand snaked along the couple inches of bed next to me, over my left
thigh, and wrapped around my erect penis.  She slowly moved it up
and down.

My right hand, now free from butt rubbing, moved under her t-shirt
and on to her left nipple.  My left hand caressed the bottom of
her right breast, flatly circling over her tight stomach, lingered
for a minute, then headed south.  All the while, she never stopped
the deep kisses.

I rubbed over the upper portions of her panties.  Slowly, I worked
lower until I was massaging just over where her slit lay beneath
the cotton.  Her only reaction was to pull slightly harder on my
penis.

I kept up rolling her left nipple and slid my left hand up and into
the tight panties.  I went right back to the same spot which I found
lightly covered with downy hair.  On the downward rub, I extended my
middle finger and caught the tip of her clitoris.

"Oh, Daddy!" she said a little louder.

With no pretense now, I pushed my finger on to her clit and rubbed
back and forth.  She finally stopped kissing me to lay her head on
my chest, facing me with the most angelic smile.  Her eyes were
still closed.

I couldn't quite reach any further because her legs were together.
"Open," I murmured.  She moved her left foot slightly left and her
right foot slightly right, parting the lips of her labia.  I was
now able to slide my hand all the way between her legs, which I
proceeded to do several times.  My hand became slick.  I poked my
finger past the labia into her vagina.  She inhaled sharply.  Now
soaking wet, I used the finger to rub her clitoris with more vigor.

Her breathing became faster and faster.  "There?" I asked.

"Just up a little higher," she replied.

I adjusted my ministrations.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she sighed softly.
Her whole body shuddered over and over and over.  I slowed down and
after a few post-orgasmic caresses up her body and across her
breasts, I resumed the hug where we had started.

"Thank you Daddy," she whispered.  "I know we shouldn't have."

"I love you, Julie.  It's okay.  Would you like to do it another
night?"

"I think so.  Yes, please."

"Okay.  Off to bed.  Sleep tight."

After she scampered off to bed, I quickly pulled myself to my own
incredibly deep orgasm.  My back cracked and I stretched mightily
during the climax with visions of Julie's sweet crack dancing in my
head.  I slept so soundly that night I never even heard my wife come
to bed.  I suspect Julie slept well, too.

---

Over the next few days, Julie interacted with the two of us as if it
had all been a dream.  She never mentioned the incident to me, even
when we were alone.  She treated Mom just like Mom.  A week or so
later, she was really in a snotty mood.  "What's with her?" I asked
my wife.

"She started menstruating today."

"Again?  She was just in a crappy mood a few weeks ago."

"That was last month," my wife snidely informed me.  "This is this
month.  Next month it'll be next month."

"Hmph.  At least it's only a day or so.  She's been very pleasant
otherwise."  The sharp memory of Julie's bedtime visit came to my
mind.

"Julie!" my wife yelled.  "Did you remember to mark it on the
calendar?"

"Mark what?" Julie shouted from two rooms away.

"Your period!"

"Oops!  I forgot."  The volume reduced to conversational levels as
Julie slid past me to the calendar on the side of the refrigerator.
She took a red pen and put a "J" on today's date, the first.  She
circled the "J".  After she left, I flipped back a few pages and
observed that Julie had been fairly regular: sometimes the 2nd or
3rd, sometimes the 31st or 30th, but nearly always the first.  I knew
a regular menstrual cycle was unusual in a 14 year old girl.  I
made a comment to that effect.

"Yes," my wife replied.  "She's been lucky that way... very
predictable.  I may have to do something about her cramps though.
They've been severe some months.  She has strong uterine muscles.
I'm sure the doctor can do something for her.  She's just been taking
over the counter analgesics so far."

---

The days passed.  Julie returned to her normal smiling self in very
short order.  One evening I was in the den, wrapping up on my
computer.  At 9:00 Julie came in.  "Are you done, Daddy?"

"Yep.  Just wrapping up."

She sat in my lap and put her arms around me.  Her big eyes looked
up in to mine.  "You look tired, Daddy.  Shouldn't you be headed for
bed?  I am."  She gave me a quick kiss with her lips, but pulled away
and with her mouth a fraction of an inch from mine, looked longingly
into my eyes.

"It's been a long day.  I guess I should climb in to bed."

Julie beamed.  "Come on!  We'll both say good night to Mommy."  We
walked out of the den into the living room.  My wife appeared to be
starting some crime drama movie.  "Good night, Mom."  Julie gave her
a nice hug and a quick kiss.

"I'm headed to bed too.  Coming soon?"

"Pretty soon," my wife replied.  She always said that.  In this case,
"pretty soon" would be two or three hours instead of four.

Julie followed me around the corner of the living room, then down the
hall all the way to the other end of the house. I untied my shoes,
then stripped off my socks, which went into the laundry hamper.
Julie stood there watching.

"Waiting for something?" I teased.

"Waiting to say good night to you, Daddy."

My shirt came off and into the hamper.  I emptied my pockets, then
hung up my pants.  I dropped my boxers and tossed them in the hamper
too.  Julie's eyes never left me.

"Gotta pee first."  I headed for the master bedroom.  Julie followed.
I opened the toilet lid and stood in front.  Julie was next to me.
"Want to help?"  She nodded.  I put her hand around my penis.  "Aim
for the toilet."  A trickle of pee hit the water, startling Julie.
She kept her hand steady and every drop went in.  The stream ebbed to
a trickle and a few drops.  Julie pulled a couple of squares of
toilet paper from the roll and daubed the tip.  "Men just shake it at
the end."

"Oh," she said.  Her eyes were big as saucers.

I headed for the bed, flipping the light switch off as I passed it.
At the edge of the bed, I stopped.  Julie snuggled in to me, her
nipples already quite pointy.  Her face rose to mine.  Her first kiss
entwined her tongue with mine.  My limp penis began to rise as blood
flooded to engorge it.

"Why don't you say good night better, tonight?"

"Better?"

I sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the middle.  "Hop in.
We'll snuggle tonight."

She glanced at the door.  "Okay," she said nervously.  "What if Mom
comes to bed?"

"Mom is watching a movie.  She'll be along in a couple of hours."

"Just for a while," Julie agreed.

She crawled past me on all fours and slid under the sheets.  I
flipped up my side and slipped under too.

Julie rolled over and rubbed her hands up my naked body.  I kissed
her and immediately pushed my hands under her t-shirt to rub her
breasts.  I kept pushing until the t-shirt was under her armpits.
Then, lying next to her, I reached over and lightly pulled on her
left nipple with my lips.  She murmured sweet little moans.  I kissed
her on the mouth and pulled her toward me.  I nibbled her right
nipple and began lightly licking across the tip.

"Oh, oh, oh."

I slid my hands down to her hips and caught the elastic of her
panties.  "Lift your butt," I whispered.  I slid her panties down her
legs and lost them somewhere under the sheets.  As my hands returned
up her legs, I slid across her vulva.  The center was already soaking
wet.  I pulled her to me, rubbing her butt with my left hand.  I
pushed her right leg across both my legs.  My reach now extended down
the back of her butt to rub her pussy.

Her breathing quickened and her kisses became hard.

"Come and give me a good hug," I whispered.  I pulled her hips up and
over on top of me.  She supported herself with her hands so I could
continue to rub my hands across both her breasts.

As I continued to kiss her passionately, my hands slid down her sides
to her hips, pushing slightly, then back up and across her breasts.
I ran the flats of my hands across her nipples.  Each time I did
that, she arched her back slightly in pleasure.

Her wet pussy was centered over my groin.  As she arched her back,
her pelvis lowered to mine.  Then she straightened.  Slide, nipples,
arch.  Slide, nipples, arch.

On my next slide down to her hips, my right hand continued down to my
stiff penis.  I rubbed the tip along her slit and rubbed past her
clit.  My left hand continued the journey up across her nipple and
down to push slightly on her hip.

Julie's breathing, now very shallow, returned to normal for a moment.
"Daddy!"  She was whispering, but very loudly.  "Don't put it in!"

"Okay," I whispered back.  "I'll just rub it for you."

"Okay!"

I continued to rub my penis on her pussy.  It got wetter and her hips
moved up and down more and more.  On each downward thrust, I made
sure my penis was at the base of her slit, pointed right at the
entrance to her vagina.  Each time she rolled her hips up, I slid it
up and over her clitoris, causing her roll her hips down and thrust
again.

Soon, the tip, now thoroughly lubricated, was slipping past the
opening.  Her downward thrusts were slowly engulfing my penis more
and more: first the very dome of the tip, then most of the tip, then
the whole glans.  The foreskin went next.

Julie stopped returning to her top position.  My penis stopped
leaving her vagina.  I returned to massaging her hips and butt as she
continued to engulf more and more of my penis.

"Uh... uh... uh... uh... uh..."  She stopped kissing me.  I could see
her entire face had tensed up.  She licked her lips and pushed
deeper.  Her hips moved up and down faster as my penis slowly
penetrated.

"Uh... uh... Uh... Uh... UH..."  My balls were brushing her butt.
Julie's knees started to spread as she sought the full depth of my
member.  She succeeded as I reached full penetration.

I stopped caressing her and grabbed her hips.  I bounced her up and
down and started thrusting up, pounding her in her own rhythm.

"UH... UH... Ohhhhh!"  Her body crushed against mine as she climaxed.
I thrust up as hard as I could and pulsed semen deep in to her vagina
as it contracted quickly and repeatedly, rapidly milking my penis.
Her mother had been right.  Julie had strong uterine muscles.  Her
vaginal contractions caused me to spurt a few more times, extending
my powerful orgasm even longer.

She lay on me as we both caught our breaths.  I could smell her
freshly cleaned hair mingled with the pheromones wafting from her
labia.  I rubbed my hands across the soft skin of her back.

I lightly kissed her nose and lips.

"Daddy?  You shouldn't have put it in."

"Me?" I exclaimed innocently.

"Yeah.  You're right.  I shouldn't have pushed it in."

"I wanted it in, sweetheart.  You were great."

"I was?  Won't we get in trouble?"

"Only if we get caught.  So far, so good."

"Thank you, Daddy.  It was wonderful.  You were wonderful."

"You'd better get to bed now, Punkin."

"Okay, Dad."  Julie slid over me, dripping a little semen from her
slit onto my leg.

As she climbed out of bed, her t-shirt slid back down over her hips.
She gave me one last quick hug and disappeared.

I soon fell soundly asleep.

In the morning, I saw my wife had come to bed sometime later.  I lay
there for a minute or so, languishing in the memory of my previous
night with Julie.  I started to move to the edge of the bed.  My toe
caught on something; something made of cotton.  Uh oh.

I slid my foot out of bed and on to the floor, dragging Julie's
panties with it.  I surreptitiously walked the panties on my foot
around the corner to the master bathroom.  I reached down and picked
them up.  White cotton, of course.  I held the sides and let them
fall into the shape of a girl.  I saw that the crotch was discolored.
I crushed them to my face and inhaled.  They contained the slight
scent of female urine with a strong musk of vaginal plasma discharge.
My penis, already slightly turgid, stiffened.

I saved the soiled panties in the rear of my cabinet.  They were the
source of daily morning aromatic pleasure for many following
mornings.  Eventually the scent waned.  I snuck them into Julie's
hamper in her bathroom.

---

After that night, everything returned to routine.  Julie gave me a
hug and kiss every night, although if we were alone, she gave me a
"good" kiss.

On the last day of the month, Julie became a bitch and her next
period started on the first, right on time.

Two weeks later, exactly 14 days, Julie needed another cuddle and
despite her hesitations, she fucked my brains out.

I finally understood the pattern.  Julie was simply following her
lunar cycle.  Fourteen days after the onset of menstruation, she
dropped an egg that cried to be fertilized.  For Julie, 14 days was
the magic "horny" day where she had to mate.

She loved me as a father, but at the right time of the month, she
loved me as a lover too.

---

She didn't know it, but Julie was desperately trying to make a baby.
She took my semen at her most fertile time of the month, but usually
only the once.  There were other opportunities we took to screw, but
Julie only needed it desperately once per month.

Four years like this went by.  Julie started, then completed high
school.  We were a working class family so Julie started working as a
full time waitress, potentially as a career choice.

One day, a young gentleman asked her for a date.  She accepted but
pulled me aside.

"Daddy, what if he wants to... you know?"

"Cuddle?"  I chuckled as I used our euphemism for full vaginal
intercourse.

"Yeah.  What should I do?"

I pulled open a drawer and pulled out a foil wrapper.  Oh yes, I had
them.  I just hadn't used them with Julie.

"If you want to do it, use a condom.  But don't let him pressure
you."

"Thanks, Dad."  She didn't sound confident, but she took the condom.

Later that week, Julie returned from her first date.  She indicated
that it had gone well.  They had attended some concert, then Jim had
to drop her off to catch his third shift job.  They had scheduled
a second date the following weekend.

A week and the couple of days passed.  Julie got back from her date
at ten.  She looked a bit flustered.  She told her mother that the
date had really gone well and would probably be seeing Jim on a
regular basis.

She pulled me back into the den and lowered her voice.

"Dad, I need another rubber."

"What happened?"

"Well, we spent the afternoon at his apartment.  During the evening,
we kissed a little.  His penis got stiff and I was a little excited
so I let him do it."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes...  it was... nice."  She smiled but there wasn't a lot of
enthusiasm.  "I plan to let him do it again.  He needs the practice."

We both laughed.  We went down to my bedroom and I gave her another
condom.  I was doling them out singly on the premise that Julie
would tell me each time she fucked.

She did.  It wasn't very often.  She and Jim weren't always alone and
Jim had a hellacious work schedule.  She went through two or three
condoms a month.

Even so, every 14 days after she menstruated, she and I continued to
enjoy mind blowing orgasms.  After a while, I was able to give her
one or two small orgasms before sinking my penis in her twat and
making her violently spasm.  I never failed to sate her needs by
filling her with my semen.

---

Six months later, Julie stopped by my bedroom one night (but not the
14th night).  "Dad?  I need another condom.  Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"The first came and went and I'm still waiting."

I checked the date in my head.  "It's only been a week."

"I know.  It's just that I've been right on time since I was
thirteen."

"Have you and Jim always used a rubber?"

"Every time, Dad.  Every time."  She rubbed up against me, looked up
into my eyes and kissed me.  "If I think it's what I think it is,
it's yours."

I smiled.  "Julie!"  Julie smiled.

"Of course, that presents a problem we always knew might arise," she
said.  "I have a plan though."

Hmmm.  "What?"

"I think Jim wants to marry me.  And he hates the condoms.  I'm going
to 'forget' the condom next time."

Ah.

"Won't he be mad?"

"I don't think so.  How bad can it get though?  If he dumps me, will
you still love me?"

"Oh baby.  I will always love you.  We'll work it out if need be."

---

And so it went.  The next time Jim got Julie in bed, they fucked
bareback.  Surprise, surprise.  Julie wound up pregnant.  Julie said
Jim took a couple of days to adjust but he was actually pretty proud
to be a father.

They were married shortly at the courthouse with us and Jim's parents
attending.

Nine (well, seven) months after the wedding, Julie gave birth to a
beautiful baby boy.  Jim insisted on naming it after me.

Julie recovered quickly from childbirth.

Jim was, if nothing else, a firm believer in the American work ethic.
He continued his long hard hours, but brought in a decent wage.
Julie got back to waitressing and together they stayed out of debt.

My wife looked after the baby much of the time.  Julie stopped by
often to drop him off, pick him up, and sometimes just to spend time
with us.

One night per month we could count on a visit.  Julie visited every
14th.  She said she wanted quality time with her father.

My wife began taking the baby, now toddler, out for that evening.
While she was gone, Julie would play the same game.  She would sit
near me and give me a hug.  Then a kiss.  Then a 'good' kiss.  Soon
she would rub against me until I peeled off her t-shirt and
sweatpants, or open her blouse and push up her skirt.  Soon she would
lift her butt slightly while I slid off her panties.  She even
learned a little fellatio, although she would never let me come in
her mouth.  She said she got enough of that at home.  But she pulled
me on to her or mounted me and rubbed her vulva along my penis.  It
always managed to slip in.  She reached orgasm so easily at that time
of the month and as her vagina squeezed, I could not help but thrust
deep inside and ejaculate my semen.  At that moment, her smile always
lit up her face.

Afterwards, I often helped her on with her panties.  The crotch
always ended up soaked.  She always thanked me for the cuddle.

After a couple of years, I knocked Julie up again.  In fact, I
knocked her up every couple of years.

Julie did swallow Jim's semen.  They only had vaginal sex a couple of
times a month.  When Jim begged to fully ejaculate in her, Julie
would give him a blow job, letting him come completely in her mouth.
I kept Julie supplied with condoms -- one at a time.  Every once in a
long while Julie let Jim completely fuck her... right after I planted
another baby in her.

Jim never knew.  But he was very proud.

---

(c) 2011 The Wizard Whitebeard [www.asstr.org/~The_Wizard_Whitebeard]
does not encourage or condone illegal activities.  He does not even
exceed the speed limit.

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