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 Her Old Rope Swing-Mg By Uncaba

   I kissed my wife goodbye and watched as she drove off to the airport, to
take a long trip to visit her sister in California.  For her, it was a
"time away" from all the family responsibilities and routine.  For me, it
was some quality time with my daughter.  My work had kept me on the road a
lot in the past year -- an eventful year for my daughter.  I was riddled
with the guilt of missing her first dance, and was stunned to see how she
had suddenly blossomed this past year.  A year ago, she had been a
precocious, bright gal who was more tomboy than anything.  Now, a close
look revealed a waistline beginning to curve in all the right places, and
her shirts were fitting her a little too closely.  She was both proud and
tormented by her pert little titties that had suddenly shoved themselves
from her chest.  For her, it meant the end of her childhood, that she was
"growing up" and would soon get more freedoms and more responsibilities. 
It also meant the approach of the dreaded "opposite sex," a prospect she
was still waffling on -- one minute on the phone talking about a boy with
her girlfriends, the next, outrunning one on the soccer field.  She was
getting tall and lean.  Her long, coltish legs had begun to show some
shape, with firm thighs and lean ankles.  If you only looked at her legs,
you'd swear she was a supermodel or some centerfold.  Her ass had the
proportions that grown women only dream of, and it had attracted my
attention as well.

   You see, I have a secret yearning for young girls.  Not that I had done
anything at all about it -- well not since she was a baby, when I diddled
her little clit one night as I was drying her from her bath.  But that was
it.  She had humped my finger and coo'ed at me as I felt for her tiny bead.
When I pressed on it, she responded with a grunt and peed on the changing
table like a weak watergun.  I had to change everything, including me and
that ended my "diddling phase."

   After my wife's car disappeared over the hill, I turned to go in the
house to prepare supper.  As I stood at the kitchen sink, peeling some
potatoes, I glanced up to see Sam, Samantha, swinging on her favorite rope
swing from a huge oak in the backyard.

   I had put the swing up for her a few years ago, at her insistent
begging, by hanging a one-inch hauser from a limb thirty feet up.  I
threaded the rope through a 10-inch round inch-thick plastic disk and
knotted it to hold the disk at the right height.  Below that hung a few
feet of extra rope that made it easy to pull the swing back a few extra
feet in order to swing out over the steep slope that headed into the woods.
The blue disk had held her for many hours of swinging and it was a surprise
to see it suddenly split into.

   And that changed my life.

   Sam was in full swing, soaring out over the hillside, when the seat
split and fell apart.  This allowed her to slide down violently hitting the
large knot I had tied to secure the seat.  Her skimpy knit shorts had been
fine for the seat, but the hemp rope and knot were too much, scraping the
skin off the insides of her lovely thighs and slamming into her crotch. 
Her reaction was to part her legs, which caused her to slide down to the
smaller knot at the bottom of the rope.  By this time she had reached the
far side of her arc and was returning toward the house.  The final pain of
hitting the second knot was too much and she let go altogether, dropping a
few feet to crumple on the leaf-strewn ground, crying loudly, her hands in
her crotch.

   I gasped.  The whole thing happened in a split second; one second she
was happily swinging, the next, she was falling to the ground, wailing.  I
dropped my potato and ran out the back door, down the hillside and scooped
her up without thinking.  Sam's arms went immediately to my neck and she
clung like a leach, however, there was a difference in the way she wanted
to be carried.  Her slip and fall down the old rope had shredded her shorts
and even put a hole in her panties.  She spread her legs widely and
straddled my waist as I picked her up.  I held her tightly to me as I
walked awkwardly toward the house.  My hands joined under her bottom as I
carried her.  I could feel the dampness and raw flesh of her private area
as I held her.  I tried to keep my hands from wandering and feeling her,
but the weight of her body pressed the tops of my fingers into the crack of
her vagina.  Each step made my fingers and hands rub there, and she moaned
and lifted up, pulling on my shoulders to lift off my hands.  She kept
failing and sliding back.  Something was making my hands very damp.  I was
afraid she was bleeding something awful from the accident and sure that my
hands would be coated in her blood by the time we reached the house.

   Once inside I settled her on the sofa in our den and began to check her
legs.  They were scratched and skinned, but would heal in a few days.  The
larger problem was her crotch.  The rope had somehow managed to snag and
split open her pants, and the second knot had slammed into her nearly-bare
pussy lips.  Some blood was smeared around her crotch and along the sides
of her upper thighs.  She was not nearly as bloody as I had feared, only
sweaty.

   "Oh Daddy, it hurts so bad.  Am I bleeding bad?" she whined craning her
neck to inspect herself.  She immediately realized where she was asking me
to look and tried to slam her legs together, causing more pain.

   "Baby, let me look.  Don't be modest, I've seen you naked before.  Just
lie back and let me check you... but first, I'm going to have to take these
torn and bloody shorts off.  OK?" I soothed.

   After a moment's hesitation, she nodded, sniffling, and let her head
flop back, her hand reaching to feel the damage.  I gently laid her back on
the sofa and began to peel her shorts down, taking her panties with them.
She complained, asking for a blanket.  I explained that until I could see
what the damage was, she would have to just deal with it.  Whining again,
she moved her hands aside and let me pull the pants off.  I took them to
the bathroom and got some ointment and bandages and a damp warm washcloth
to clean her with.

   I came back to a vision of innocence.  My 12 year old daughter, lying
spread-eagle on the couch.  Her worn sneakers dangling where she had pushed
them off.  Her shirt was rucked up, revealing her shallow navel.  I
approached gently and pulled one leg to dangle toward the floor.  For the
first time in many years, I was looking at her pussy, expecting to see it
as it was.  I was surprised to see a shadow of fine brownish blonde hair
surrounding a rather large split.  I gasped.

   She was bleeding between her vaginal lips.  Not a lot, but some was
dripping down the joining of those tender swollen inner lips.

   "Honey, I need to check in your..  uh... personal spot."

   "Wha'?" she raised her arm from across her brow.

   "Well... you're bleeding a little and I can't tell if you're hurt badly
or just scraped.  I may have to take you to Dr.  B," I named our family
physician, and old codger who was nearly retired.  He was a wonderful doc,
and treated our family well, but Sam never really took to him checking in
her private areas.  She wanted a "girl" doctor, and rightly so.

   "What?  No!  I don't wanna go see Dr.  B.  He gives me the creeps. 
Just..  just go ahead... I'll just keep my eyes closed and think of
something else."

   I leaned close, using the washcloth to clean the dirt, blood and rope
shreds away as I gently pulled one lip to the side.  Her pussy blossomed
like a flower and revealed the problem.  Her hymen had torn and one thin
inner lip was badly scraped.  Her puffy outer lips were made even more
puffy by the injury, and her entire area looked like a grown woman's gash.

   I pushed her other leg apart and cleaned gently, trying not to scrape
any worse.  She moaned and complained constantly until I felt I had at
least cleaned her up.  The bleeding had stopped, leaving only scratch marks
and no real damage.  Her pussy continued to ooze a bit of blood and I
packed a gauze bandage against it, pressing gently to blot it.  Every time
I lifted it to check, my eyes went to her clit.  Something was going on
there.  She was rock hard.  I used the gauze to press more in that area and
watched her face.  When I rubbed in a soft stimulating way, she moaned
quietly, her mouth working and hissing.  I had an idea.

   "OK, baby, I think I need to rub some ointment around the area to keep
it all from becoming infected.  We certainly don't want THAT, do we?  I
can't see you walking like an old cowboy with a huge bandage between your
legs like a giant Kotex pad."

   "Daaaaad!, don't say that kind of stuff... and besides..  I don't need
those...," she corrected, "...yet."

   I'm going to put some of this on you and rub it in good, OK?"

   She agreed and I set my plan in motion.  I worked my way up from
mid-thigh, spreading the thick salve on the scraped places.  As I
approached her pussy, she imperceptibly spread her legs more, enjoying the
feeling of slick fingers massaging her privates.  I drifted across her
gaping pussy, snagging the fold of her clit as I moved over it.  She hissed
and blew a breath.

   "Feel okay?  I'm not hurting you too much am I?" I spoke, barely above a
whisper.

   "mmm- no...fee's good... mmm..." she replied.  I wondered at her purring
tone of voice.  I worked my way from the fold of her legs toward the center
of her slit and when I got there, I was surprised.

   She was wet.

   Not just damp.  Her lips were swelling with arousal and I saw a pool of
lubrication gather at the bottom of the parted portion of her pussy.  I
turned my hand and let my thumb slide gently up and down her crack, going
deeper and deeper.  Each time I reached her clit, she humped my hand and a
quiet moan escaped her mouth.  That moan had long since ceased becoming a
moan of pain and was now one of eager anticipation.  This girl was going to
cum... tonight... and I was going to help her.

   I got down between her legs and pulled her pussy apart, carefully
avoiding the slight tear in her inner lip.  I got a large blob of the
ointment and proceeded to work it in to her puffy pussy lips.  Gently, I
worked my way closer to her inner lips.  As I massaged the ointment in, I
felt her quiver, her legs opened a bit wider to allow me freer access. 
Finally, I was there, my fingers poised at her entrance.  One finger slid
past the torn hymen and went a couple of un-heeded inches up her vagina.  I
felt her pussy walls pulse as I turned my finger upward, curling it to find
her G-spot.  It was there; that hard area of the top of her tunnel.  I
began a gentle massage with that hand while the other hand continued to
work her clit.

   "Mmmmm... Oh..  Dad..  that feelss....sssss..  ummm... so good..  mmmm"
she cooed innocently.  My rock-hard dick was drooling her answer.

   Slowly and gently, the rhythm of my massage began to increase.  She
responded by a change in her breathing, occasionally letting out a low moan
of pleasure.  Her gasps would catch and then release, sending a shiver down
her spine.  Her legs pulled wider, giving me more access to her pussy.  I
responded to that by pressing my finger deeper in her snug channel, feeling
a pulse from her muscles.

   "Mmm...ohh...dad...DAD?...Dad!... something's... ag... huh..ahuh...
ohg....ogah...ogod don't stop..." she began to peak, feeling her first
climax.  Her hands grabbed my massaging thumb and pressed it against her
clit, rubbing harder and faster.  Her hips lifted off the sofa, pressing
upward into my gently circling fingers.  I let her find her own rhythm,
which was frantic and varied from frenzied humping to a quick
jerk-and-freeze.  I added a second finger in her vagina just as she froze
in ecstasy, her head thrown back, her mouth wide open.  Her hips lifted
free of the sofa in a long, quivering spasm.  A shrill small shriek escaped
her as her entire body shook and contracted in ecstasy.

   The air that had caught in her last deep gasp, finally exploded from her
as she began to violently hump my hand.  "hooo... hoo... hu-...oooo..." She
panted like a sprinter, grunting in a constant clenched sound from her
gritted teeth.

   "Gnnnn... [gasp]... aggnnnnn....hoo....," she finally began to come down
from her orgasm, her body completely relaxing in wonder.  The sweat pouring
from her forehead gathered and ran down her temples.  I let her pant and
gather her wits for a while before sliding my fingers out of her pussy.  As
I did, she raised her head weakly to look at me, her mouth open in a
question and in wonder.

   "Whoo..  dad... what was THAT?  What happened to me?  That felt so...
so... wow!"

   I smiled and patted her bare thigh gently.  "You had an orgasm while I
was massaging the ointment into you.  It's a natural thing that can happen
when you rub certain spots.  Did it hurt?" I asked, knowing the answer.

   "No!" She let out a small chuckle, "it felt... wonderful... I feel like
I'm floating... so relaxed....wow." She breathed a deep breath and
collapsed in total relaxation.

   "Perhaps you should go take a nice warm bath and let your..  uh...
damaged areas... soak in the tub.  You should feel better after that." I
noticed that her hand had drifted down to feel the gooey lubrication that
was dripping from her vagina, much more than the ointment I had applied. 
My daughter was becoming a woman faster than both of us had imagined.

   She drifted wobbly into her room to finish undressing while I ran a hot
tub full.  I poured some scented bath oil into the splashing water,
thinking about that sore little pussy soaking in it.  I hoped it would
soothe it.  All the while, my "other" head was stiffly making its presence
known.  I had to have some release.  I figured I'd go into my room while
she was bathing and have a quick wank.

   She returned, shyly wrapped in her bathrobe.  I looked at her for the
first time as a sexy woman - she was breathtaking.  Her hair was in
disarray, her face flushed from her recent orgasm, and the robe was open
nearly to her navel as she brushed her hair at the mirror.  As she moved,
she caught sight of me watching her and looked at me quizzically.

   "What?" she asked.

   "I - I dunno..  it's just that you are growing up so quickly... right in
front of my eyes....  I see... I see a beautiful young woman... You are
lovely, sweetie...and I love you."

   She gushed and turned to give me a quick hug.  As she turned her robe
revealed her pointed breasts.  It was all I could do not to reach in and
caress them.  He hugged and held each other, just revelling in the moment
-- standing there in the bathroom -- just a Dad and his lovely daughter.

   Suddenly, she stepped back and looked down.  I realized my eyes had been
closed and I was pressing her body to mine.  I opened my eyes to see what
she was looking at.  My dick was tenting the front of my pants.

   "Dad!... are you ... are you..  ," she stuttered and then dropped to a
whisper..."..horny?"

   She continued in a rush, "I mean... that's your... your... and I felt it
pressed against my tummy and it's all hard and... and there's a little damp
spot...I mean..  you didn't... like, squirt...  did you?"

   I tried to cover as best I could.  "NO!  ....  I mean... no, dear...
it's just that... being so close to a lovely young girl who is nearly naked
(she closed her robe as I said that) and... and seeing you have that...
earlier..  when you had an orgasm... it just..uh... stimulated me in a
sexual way... and now I've got this... uh..  erection" (I felt stupid using
the clinical term but wanted desperately to be clinical and not animal)

   "I've never seen..  I mean..  only little kids... but I... never saw
one..  uh..  'rected..  before..." she nearly whispered her eyes flickering
between looking at me and down at the bulge in my pants.

   I knew that this was a pivotal moment in our relationship.

   "Well, sweety, I'd love to just show you everything but...," and we
commenced on a short talk about the illegality of such things and how Dads
and daughters shouldn't do this.  She was persistent and finally I gave in,
to her glee.  She clapped her hands as I stepped in front of her.  She had
sat on the commode lid while we had talked and I stood in front of her,
undoing my pants.  I got my top button undone and then stopped.  I dropped
my hands.  She looked up, questioningly, her mouth agape in protest.

   "You do it.  Open my pants and pull them down." She giggled and reached
for my pants, one hand heading for my zipper.  I could feel the pressure of
her hands pressing against my rock-hard dick.  She was entranced, trying to
get my zipper down.  Suddenly, it came down with a quick zzzip.  My jeans
folded open.  She worked them down, her eyes focused on my underwear.  When
she had them to my knees, I shifted my feet and they fell to the floor.

   "Now, my undies...  Just pull `em down and you'll see it." She hesitated
in suspense, her hands hovering in front of my bulge.  Then, she grabbed
the elastic waist and tugged.  They came down easily, but my dick hung on
the front part.  When she got past my pubic hair, her mouth dropped open
further.  My dick suddenly flipped up in all its nearly six-inch glory. 
She froze and stared in wonder.

   "Wow.  It's so big!  And... and smooth and hard and soft, too," she said
as her hand explored it, moving it from side to side, feeling its texture
and size.  My dick pulsed in her hand and she suddenly let go.  It popped
up to a high angle, staring straight at her eyes.  As a tiny drop of
pre-cum oozed out the tip, her eyes widened.  She leaned back in fright.

   "Don't pee on me!"

   "Silly, I won't.  I can't even pee when it's all hard like that.  Most
times its real soft and kinda mushy like a balloon with most of the air out
of it... and kinda wrinkled, too.  But now, with a girl touching it, I'm
feeling really good.  If you move your hand back up and down it, I can make
the special juice come out.  Here.  Let my hold you hand and I'll show
you."

   Slowly, bit by bit, I got her into the rhythm of jacking me off.  She
would do it for a few strokes, then look up at me with that silly
off-center grin that meant she knew she was doing something naughty.  I had
to hold onto the sink to keep from swooning and falling over.

   "Ooo..  that feels sooo good... mmmm...Now..  if you kiss it and lick
some of that juice off the top, it will make me feel even better...and you
could...um... suck the head in your mouth...Go ahead... I haven't lied to
you yet... try it.  Some girls believe that the baby juice that comes out
will make their boobs grow faster."

   She hesitantly followed my suggestions, ending with her mouth
tentatively covering the top inch of my dick as her hand kept jacking
slowly.  I was getting close.

   "Oooo... I'm getting close... ssss...oh yeah....  Ohyeah..  oh
ye-...OK.. here it comes... You can watch it squirt out, then suck up the
extra... just keep rubbing on it... OK....ok ogod....ag...
aggggg....AHHHhhhhhhh....  "

   I geysered into her surprised face with three long squirts that hit her
check, her chest and down onto her tummy.  She squealed in surprise, but
kept up the stimulation.  I held her hand on my dick and slowed her to a
stop.

   "Whew!  That was great, sweety...the best one I've had in a long time.
Here, let me help you clean up." I got a damp washcloth and started to wipe
the cum off her chest, but she pushed me away and scooped it up on her
finger.  She looked at it closely, her eyes nearly crossed as I watched. 
Then, magically, she popped it in her mouth, cleaning it off.

   "It's kinda salty, but it doesn't have much taste.  Maybe some time I'll
just suck it all out so we won't have to clean up so much.  OK?"

   Her implication of a next time was not lost on me.  "Well... if you
wish... I know that when a girl sucks it right out of a dick, it feels very
good to a guy... almost the best feeling in the whole world..."

   "Almost?  Then what's the BEST feeling.  I wanna try that, too."

   "Well, baby, that's when you squirt the stuff right inside of the girl,
up in her... you-know... down there...Then it feels SOOOO good, you could
just almost faint."

   "Wow... but... I mean when your thing goes in the girl... doesn't that
hurt?"

   "Welll..  sometimes it does ... a little... kinda like a pinch... but
most girls get over it and want to feel that good feeling I was just
talking about.  What is REALLY cool is if the girl and boy can get that
feeling at the same time..  then..  woohoo... it's amazing...It's ...
indescribable..."

   She thought about that for a moment.

   "Could we... uh... do it?  I mean I know I'm your daughter and all that,
but... if it feels that good... I want my first time to be with my Dad. 
You... you'd be careful, right?"

   I pulled her to her feet, slid my hands in her robe and pulled her to me
in a long embrace.  She backed up and looked up at me.  I could see the
swollen tips of her nipples as I looked down into that sweet, sweet face. I
bent and planted a long, tender kiss on her lips.  Slowly, my tongue played
along her lips until she let me in.  Her tongue tentatively touched mine
and she breathed a long, deep sigh as we explored each other's mouths.  My
hands went to her butt, pulling her to me.

   "Okay, sweetie.  Let's go to the bedroom."

   I led her to the bed and held her close as we kissed again.  She was
becoming an expert at that already.  Her breathing became a little ragged
as we explored each other's bodies while standing.  I felt her knees wobble
and pulled her down on the bed with me.  Lying side by side, we kissed
lightly, our hands rubbing the other wherever we could reach.

   Her skin was alabaster white except in the place exposed to the sun. 
Everywhere, she was softer than anything I had touched.  My dick rose and
began to occasionally touch her thigh as we leaned into one another.  She
giggled and reached down to hold it lovingly, giving it a little
up-and-down jack in an awkward way due to our positions.

   I pressed her back to lie flat as I moved up on my side.  My hand
drifted down her face to her neck and then to her chest.  Her nipples were
tiny bumps on little swells of flesh - a promise of bountiful titties in
the future.  Already her aureole were rising above her titflesh and I
couldn't resist any more.  I leaned down to kiss and suckle on them as she
purred and her legs rubbed together.  We talked soft whispers to each
other, she was telling me what felt good - and to her, it all felt
"mmmm...soooo good."

   My hand drifted down her flat belly, followed closely by my lips and
tongue.  When I tickled her navel with my tongue her stomach bounced my
face as she did a silent giggle.  Neither of us wanted to stop the silent
magic of lovemaking.  Her legs fell apart as my hand approached, giving me
tacit access to any part of her that I wanted.  I gently rubbed her mons,
my fingers drifting down her slit to feel the damp moisture seeping from
her.  She moaned and lifted her hips toward me.

   I rose to face her and pecked her on the lips.  "Okay, baby, I'm going
to do something that will feel really good.  I'm going to kiss you -- down
there...(her eyebrows rose in a question) You have to trust me that I want
to do this.  It may even give you another orgasm.  I'll be gentle... just
lie back and enjoy the feelings.

   Her head flopped back against the pillow and I moved between her legs,
my face at her crotch.  I kissed her knees as they rose and opened to give
me even wider access.  Then her thighs.  Then my nose was at her lightly
furred slit.  I could smell her arousal.  Gently I pulled her nether lips
apart.  Her scratched place had recovered quickly.  There was no bleeding
from the torn hymen and she was dripping lubrication.

   I leaned in to give her a kiss, which brought a hiss of approval from
her.  My tongue began playing a symphony on her outer lips, then her inner
lips and finally, flicking and pressing against her clit.  She was quickly
rising in excitement, her hips couldn't stay still.  I eased a finger into
her tunnel while my tongue continued to lather her clit.

   By now, she was huffing and her hands alternated between gripping the
sheets to holding my head and pressing it lightly into her crotch.  All she
could seem to say was "oh god" and "love you" over and over.

   I felt her mood begin to peak and eased a second finger into her.  I
turned my hand palm up, still searching for that G spot.  Her hips began a
ragged tempo of humping and freezing.  I stayed with her.  Finally, my
middle finger brushed that rough patch of tissue on her upper vaginal wall.
When I touched it, she shivered and her pussy clenched my fingers.  It was
time.

   I used my lips to clamp on her clit, pulling it away from her body and
tapping it with my tongue tip.  I alternated that with pressing my tongue
flat against her pussy and rubbing her whole slit stiffly.  My fingers
eased out and in and then I pressed that G spot as I got deep.

   A growing wail began to erupt from her body as her orgasm overtook her.
She was humping wildly against my face, her hands mashing my head against
her.  I tried to keep it all going and slipped my other hand beneath her to
find the knot of her asshole.  As she began to peak, she froze and I jammed
my finger smoothly into her ass, wiggling it as it went in two knuckles
deep.

   She gasped and humped in an apoplectic fit.  Gagging, gasping,
shivering, freezing, then wildly moaning and humping my face and hands.  If
I could have picked a moment to remember all my life, it was seeing my
daughter have the orgasm of her life at my hands.

   Finally, she humped weakly and fell back, panting like a sprinter.  She
pushed my face away.  Wisps of hair stuck to her forehead as she brushed
her locks back from her face.  She was still panting but her face broke
into a huge smile.  She grabbed me, pulled me up over her and hugged me
with all her might, squeezing me with her legs as they wrapped around my
mid-section.  I could feel the damp heat of her pussy as it rubbed against
my stomach and realized just how much shorter she was than me.  A pang of
guilt passed through my mind, but just as suddenly, I brushed it aside
thinking that what was done was done.  The die was cast.  I was a
child-lover.

   I held her face tenderly, kissing her lips, her eyes, her sweaty brow.
"Oh Sam... I love you more than life.  I hope I didn't hurt you and that I
never will... but now..  we have to be lovers... we have to... make love...
I can't call it `fucking' because there is too much love involved."

   "Yes, Dad.  I want you to do it to me... now..." She humped against my
stomach a bit and began to kiss me back in earnest.  Her mouth eagerly
opened to take my tongue against hers and we moaned and slurped and my dick
drooled on the bedsheets beneath her crotch.

   Suddenly, she pushed me over onto my back.  I fell back as she moved to
lean over me.

   "My turn to see if I learned how to do it right," she whispered as she
pecked my nose.  Her hand moved down to grasp my throbbing penis.  Slowly,
she began to jack it up and down.  She moved down a bit to watch her
handiwork.  Like her, I let my head fall back and reveled in the feelings
of that small hand working its magic on me.  It wouldn't take long if I let
it... but I couldn't just cum all over her again.  I wanted to... to...
fuck her.  I wanted to engage in the dance of love between two people who
have the same goal: giving the other as much pleasure as they could.

   I felt her move and before I could look up, I felt the head of my dick
engulfed in a soft warm place.  Her mouth.  She was giving me a "beginners"
blow-job.  She couldn't get it in very far and didn't know to go up and
down.  Still, I could feel her tongue explore the bumps and hills of my
painfully swollen dick.  It felt heavenly.  My dick pulsed, her tongue
dipped against my pee hole, tasting the pre-cum that had drooled out.  She
slurped off me and looked at my dick head.  Without looking up she talked
directly to my dick.

   "Mmm... a bit salty, but I kinda like it...Do I taste like that?" Her
eyes drifted up to see me looking down.

   "I suppose... To me, you taste heavenly.  I could never get enough of
you," I breathed.  My hands wandered over her bare back and butt as far as
I could reach.  She moved a bit so I could have access to her ass and I
reached under to let my thumb find its way to her clit and into her seeping
vagina.  She moaned and went back to sucking for another minute.

   I wiggled my thumb against her swelling clit and she moved away from me,
pulling off of my dick.

   "Okay Dad.  What do I do now?"

   "Put your knees on both sides of me and sit on it.  You can decide how
deep you can go."

   She moved to take her position.  The juxtaposition of my dick against
her pussy made me realize just how small she really was compared to me, not
that I had a monster dick.  I had a respectable 6 inches, barely.  She sat
on my dick, humping herself so that her split slid up and down my shaft,
smearing her juices along its length.  She purred, her eyes closing as she
felt the stimulation begin to affect her, too.  My hands wandered over her
pointy nipples and down to her hips.  I helped her slide back and forth. 
Her breathing quickened.  So did mine.

   Sam leaned forward a bit and raised up.  One dainty hand pushed my dick
up to an angle that would be right.  I helped from the back by grabbing the
base and wiping my dickhead against her slit.  Slowly, I pressed up.  She
began to sit down a bit.

   She hissed a bit as the pressure from the stretching touched her scraped
lips.  She froze a moment as the head popped into her channel.

   "It's okay, babe.  We don't have to go any further if it hurts too
much."

   "No! ... I mean..no....just give me a minute to get used to it..." She
moved up and bit and settled down some more, another inch going in.  Her
eyes were closed, a hand still holding my dick in fear that I would
suddenly drive it up into her, splitting her in half.  In truth, it was all
I could do NOT to do just that.  She vagina was the softest, snuggest,
pussy I had ever encountered.  I could feel the muscles relax a bit and she
moved up and down another inch.

   "oooo....it's...it feels...I feel so full... I like it...no..  I LOVE
it... mmm....sssssss," she whispered hoarsely as she moved up and down on
the small amount that was in her.  She shifted her knees a bit wider and
leaned down to give me a deep, soulful kiss.  Her eyes were inches from
mine as she said, "OK Dad, here we go..." and she leaned back to settle
slowly on me, driving my dick completely to the end of her channel in one
slow gush.  She hissed a bit and I watched as her eyebrows knit in
concentration and a slight bit of pain.  She had a determined look as she
chewed her lips.  At last, she opened her eyes; her face broke into a
satisfied smile.  She was there.  She was a woman.  She was making love to
her man.

   Again, it was a magical moment.  It was all I could do, again, to keep
from just humping two strokes and cumming like a freight train.  I beheld
my daughter, her chest flushed in arousal, her eyes slowly blinking as she
felt her inside accustom themselves to my invading digit.

   Slowly, we began the dance.  She raised up, I pulled my hips down into
the mattress.  She lowered and I pressed up gently.  Bit by bit, we
increased our pace.  She pressed her hands against my chest to assist her.
I watched her lips purse into an "oh" as she began to climb the peak.  For
a moment she humped me quietly, when suddenly she gasped and her paced
quickened.  Her eyes closed.  I watched my daughter climb the ragged
precipice of sex.  As I humped back into her, she rolled in a lower lip,
catching it in her upper teeth.  Suddenly, her head fell back and her mouth
opened in a loud gasping breath.

   "Oh.  Oh!  It's gonna... ogod...ogggguhh... yes...yes...YEEESSSSggggh!"
she growled as her climax hit her blindly.  I let myself go and began to
pump her... I felt my jism rise just as suddenly, my prostate pumping for
all it was worth into her tight love-tunnel.  We began to make squishy
sounds but neither of us wanted to quit for the feeling was so amazingly
warm, loving, and cathartic.  Each drained into the other.  Our juices
intermingled as they flowed out of her down my balls and onto the bed.

   At last, she slumped, falling on my chest.  I felt my waning penis slip
out of her and sensed the juices slowly work themselves to drip out of her
onto my dick.  Her sweaty forehead touched my chin as she gasped for
breath. I looked down to see a rash spreading across her chest, flushing
her alabaster skin.  My hands wandered in appreciation across her back and
butt.  Soft soothing words came out of my mouth as we humped little spasmic
thrusts at the end of our lovemaking.

   "Oh... Dad..  that was ... No wonder people like to fu---make love."
"Yes, Sam... that's what we did... and there are even more ways to do it."
I don't know why I said that.  Here I was, as empty of cum as any man could
be, and I was thinking of how to screw her next.

   She suddenly sat up and looked at me in amazement.  "You mean there are
MORE ways to feel that good?"

   "Yep.  Some feel better to the woman, some to the man, but most couples
like to try them all to keep the variety going... to explore ways to give
as much to the other as they can."

   Her fingers played with the hairs on my chest.  I felt her mouth move
and just barely made out the words.  "Then... I want to try them all,
too... I love you, Dad."





   CHAPTER TWO

   We slept in the same bed that night and explored each other in the
morning.  She was asking questions openly and I answered them as truthfully
as I dared.  I loved her uninhibited lovemaking as she learned how to give
a fairly good blowjob, although she couldn't get me too deeply without
gagging.  But most of all, I loved fucking her.  Her pussy was a bit sore
and I didn't press the point, but she couldn't get enough of me, either,
and wanted to do it anyway.

   After we had recovered and had lunch, we were sitting by the pool,
naked, enjoying the sunshine in our privacy and hedonism.  She kept
spreading her legs and checking herself.  I had already ascertained that
she wasn't damaged , only a bit chafed.  Her tiny pussy gaped a bit from
being stretched so much, but she had another question.

   "Dad... what if, when I get my periods and I'm bleeding down there...
how can we..  I mean, isn't it messy and all?"

   "Well sweetie, some couples don't mind, some just don't do it during
those few days, and other couples just do handjobs on each other. 
Sometimes the woman just sucks on the guy and he just hugs and pets on her
if she doesn't want to do anything... some girls can wait for long days
between needing sex...others can't."

   "I think I'm going to be one of those that can't.  I just LOVE it! 
But... isn't there another way besides... you know..  doing it... sucking
and licking?"

   "Yes." I knew she was hinting at anal sex but didn't want to press that
issue so soon.  Nonetheless, it was a time of no holding back, so I decided
to at least broach the subject.

   "Some couples like to do it the back way.  There are two things I'm
talking about.  Some girls like to get on their hands and knees and the guy
puts it in her vagina from the back.  It allows some deeper penetration and
also rubs that special spot I found in you... you know, the spot that makes
you cum so hard?  It's called your G spot."

   "Yeah...G for GREAT!... but... isn't there...?"

   "I was getting to that.  It's called anal sex.  Simply put, the guy puts
his dick in the girls butt.  It's really tight and feels absolutely great
to the guy, but it takes a girl a while to get used to it because of all
the stretching of her... uh... anus...or... asshole."

   She giggled then made a face.  "Ewww...but isn't that... like smelly and
gross?"

   "Well... sometimes the girl takes an enema before they do it...and they
have to put some stuff up in her butt to make it slick because your rectum
doesn't make the juices that your lovely pussy does.  Anyway, it's not too
bad... but you can't switch back and forth between butt and pussy.  You
could get a nasty infection from that."

   She was gently playing with my flaccid penis, causing it to rise slowly
again.  Her hand drifted up and down, jacking me gently to full hardness.
"Do you think we could try that sometime?"

   "Hmm...  I suppose so... when you get older and able to take my penis
without it hurting too much.  It takes some stretching, like I said."

   She leaned down and sucked on my dick, trying to go deeper, but sliding
tantalizing back up and off with a juicy pop.  I loved every second of it.

   "How do you make my butt slick inside?"

   "With stuff like KY jelly or Vaseline... stuff like that.  Some couples
just use some of the juices that come out of your pussy, just transferring
it back there.  Other couples, the guy licks the girl back there, if she
has cleaned herself well."

   She shivered and looked closely at my drooling dick.  "That's pretty
big."

   "Yeah, I will have to stretch you out some with my fingers before we
actually..." My mind was racing.  I had actually just accepted the fact
that I was going to buttfuck my daughter.  "Why....uh..  why don't we just
try to do some stretching today and not go the whole way.  Then maybe
tomorrow..."

   "OK" she brightened.  "I like that idea."

   "You see..  what comes out of back there is nearly as big as my penis
anyway, so you know you can stretch that much."

   "Eww... Daaad!  You don't know how big my... my poop is!  That's gross!"

   "Actually, sometimes you have forgotten to flush when you are in a hurry
or in your sleep, sweety, so I have."

   "Gross!" She made a face.  I made one, too.  She cracked first an we
broke up laughing.

   We went back to her bedroom and I got the KY jelly and put it on the
nightstand, opened.  I started kissing her and worked my way down her
lovely body.  Her nipples were stiff and pointed as I licked and nipped
them.  She squealed as I tongued her navel, but grew quiet as I moved to
her pussy.  I licked her back there some as I moved to push her legs higher
and higher.

   She helped hold them back as I put KY on my middle finger.  I licked her
pussy as I worked my finger against her anus.  She squealed again when I
pushed in a bit.

   "oooh..  that feels funny... not bad though.  Keep licking [gasp] oooh..
yes..  there!"

   Gently I worked my finger into her butthole.  When I was all the way to
my knuckle, it pulled it back out and added my pointer finger.  A moan
escaped her lips as I pushed with increasing pressure until I felt her ass
opening.  I only got about an inch into her when she hissed and grabbed my
wrist, stopping me.

   "Ooh..  that hurt a bit... it's...it's OK now... just be careful. 
Mmmm... yeah... yeah..."

   I worked both fingers into her warm dark tunnel, watching the KY turn
brownish as it mixed with her shit.  The smell was a heady smell...If it
hadn't been my daughter, I would have been turned off.  She got a whiff of
it.

   "Phew!  Hey..  let's quit and I'll go... do a... you know,"

   "An enema?  But I thought we weren't going to ... uh..  do it... today."

   "Well...it feels good...so...if YOU'd like to... so would I."

   I watched as she sashayed into the bathroom.  My dick was thumping in
excitement as I heard that water running and she worked her womanly routine
in there.

   "Daaad!  How do you make this work?" came a voice from the bath.  I got
up and came in to help her hook up the bag full of water.  I showed her the
small nozzle and coated it with a little KY jelly.  I handed it to her and
told her what to do.  She held the nozzle, then looked at me with that "get
out of here now" look.

   I gave her her privacy and returned to bed to nap.

   When I awoke, she was in bed with me.  Naked.  Her back was to me and I
had an arm carelessly thrown over her hip.  My hand drifted up her tummy to
gently grasp her breast.  She stirred and pressed my hand against her
rising nipple.

   "Mmm... wanna do it to me now... while I'm all comfy and relaxed?"

   My dick was already hard and lying in the cleft of her ass, drooling in
anticipation.  I let my hand drift to her crotch and lifted her leg to let
it lie outside mine.  Pressing my hips against her I began to finger her
clit.  She was already damp and quickly grew wetter.  Her breathing
deepened and grew ragged at times as I worked her clit.

   As I lay there in the dim light, smelling my daughter's hair and feeling
her incredibly soft skin, I pondered this situation and how I had created
it without thinking of the longterm effects.  I hoped that it would not end
badly; my daughter was everything to me, and now she was my lover, too.  I
also knew that at some point we'd have to part as lovers and she should
find someone her own age.  But in the mean time, I wanted to think of this
as a special gift to each other.  Her breathing grew ragged and she quietly
moaned her arousal, pressing her tiny ass back against me, reminding me.

   I moved my hips so that my dick slid underneath her to stick out through
her pussy lips.  I sawed back and forth, feeling the slickness spread
against the upper part of my dick.  If I kept that up, I'd cum for sure.  I
think she would, too.  I moved my hips and body so that the angle changed.
Gently, my dick slid into her vaginal entrance.

   "Ooo... so nice... but I want to..."

   "Patience," I interrupted her.  "I'm going slow for me, too." She
snuggled back into me, which pressed my dick back into her depths.  I
pumped slowly in and out, sensing the pulsing of her canal as I did.  When
the timing felt right, I eased back, reached to grab the KY again and oiled
up my dick and a finger.  I reached down to press a blob against her anus,
then put my dick against the blob, hoping to press it in as I went.  I
pressed.  She hissed.  I backed off and pressed again, this time keeping
the pressure up.

   She moaned, partly in pain, partly in sensuous enjoyment.  I stayed
there, pressing, until I felt her suddenly relax and the hole opened for
me. The tip of my dick suddenly went in an inch or so.  Her anal sphincter
clenched tightly against me.  The snugness was so nice I had to momentarily
think of other things just to keep from cumming too soon.H What I needed
was patience.  I wanted to enjoy this, but I also wanted to cause as little
pain as possible in the process.

   She moaned and hissed.  I felt her ass spasm around my dickhead. 
Finally, she nodded and pressed back against me, signaling me to go ahead.
I pressed a little more and another inch slid in, this time a little
easier. I withdrew a bit and pressed again.

   "Mmmm...ooOOOOOohh..  Dad... That feels SO strange.  It feels like I've
gotta..  you know...go.  I feel so full..."

   "Yeah, baby.  It feels so amazingly good to me, too.  You are so small
and tight in there.  It almost makes me want to cum right now, but I want
to enjoy it some more... if you feel like it..."

   "mmmm... OK.." she teased, then giggled.  I felt the pressure of her
giggling against my dick and nearly came at that.  "Put it all in, if you
can... I want to do it all the way...just...be careful..."

   I caressed her back and slid my hands around to her tiny nipples,
tweaking them.  Then I slid a hand down to gently tug and press on the skin
covering her clit.  She moaned her delight and I pressed another inch into
her ass, then slid almost completely back out.  The feeling was so
amazingly tight.  I could feel her anus trying to turn inside out when I
pulled back, then fold back in when I pressed back slowly.  It was good,
too good.

   "Aggg...oh baby... I'm almost gonna cum... gotta be still..." I
whispered to her ear, then kissed it.  I pulled all the way out and moved
to sit up.  My dick stood brick-hard.  She rolled to look at me, wondering
what had happened.

   "Come here and knee on the edge of the bed.  I want to stand when I do
you back there, OK?"

   She eagerly bounced over to my side of the bed and turned that great
looking ass up to me.  Ah, the innocence and joy of children...