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Seville
By Darkage
(c) July, 2001 


Seville stared at the ceiling. It was one of those 
mornings. She'd woken up at least an hour ago, and 
normally she'd be on her way to work by now. This 
morning was different, however. She decided she was 
staying home today. She didn't care what her boss 
thought about it; she just wouldn't show up.

She sat up and looked out the window. It was a crisp 
autumn morning. The flower bushes that rose up against 
her window rustled in a passing breeze. Between the 
flowers and the woods lay the small, neatly trimmed 
back yard, bathed in morning sunlight.

Hopping out of bed and shaking the weariness out of 
her limbs, she headed upstairs for a shower. She noted 
the profound calm of the house this morning. Normally 
she would have spent the earliest hours of a Saturday 
hustling to get ready for work, and probably arguing 
with her father. By this time she would have been 
working the tables, waitressing in The Breakfast Nest.

She pulled off her underwear and climbed into the 
steaming shower.


She toweled off after a nice long shower. On a whim, 
she decided to dry her hair in front of the full-
length mirror in her father's room. She hesitated a 
moment in the doorway. Her father almost never allowed 
her into that room. It didn't seem right to her that 
at the age of eighteen there was still a part of the 
house she wasn't allowed into. She kept reminding 
herself that he was gone for a month, but as she 
walked into bedroom, she still trembled with 
apprehension. The room itself was a reflection of her 
father. It was rich with polished, dark woods; the 
floorboards, the bedposts, the dresser, everything.

The room suddenly brought Seville a vague, distant 
memory. She remembered tiptoeing through the hall as a 
little girl, late one night. She couldn't sleep, and 
she wanted to see her daddy. The hall seemed so large 
and forbidding, filled with darkness. She could hear 
strange noises coming from daddy's room. It sounded 
like someone was crying or having a nightmare. She 
reached out and twisted the knob. Pushing the door 
open, she saw her father on the bed with some woman, 
both completely naked and in strange positions. Her 
mother had died in childbirth, and her father always 
seemed to be bringing new, beautiful girlfriends home. 
Her father screamed at her, roaring for her to get 
out. It terrified her. Ever since that incident, 
there'd been a strange mood about that room for her.

Now, years later, she felt a fearful thrill as she 
walked, naked, into his room, invading the forbidden 
space. She observed herself in the mirror as she dried 
her hair. She really had developed into a beautiful 
young woman. Her skin was a beautiful mix of her 
parents' complexions, olive and golden brown. As her 
arms worked at her hair, her full breasts bobbed. She 
smiled at the cute perfection of her perky brown 
nipples. Her eyes traveled down her tight, smooth 
stomach, to her cute belly button, to her smooth 
belly, which curved down to the soft, dark forest 
between the smooth, dark thighs of her long, shapely 
legs. Dropping the towel, she sat at the end of her 
father's bed and continued looking at her reflection.

Sitting naked on her father's bed, her skin still warm 
from the steamy shower, she felt a strange thrill run 
through her body. The bed had always been a 
threatening thing to her, since childhood. It was a 
forbidden place where dangerous, forbidden things 
happened in the night. She remembered many times, when 
she was older and wiser than that first time, when she 
could hear daddy's girlfriends screaming and moaning 
in the dead of the night. She knew it was the bed's 
fault. It was the bed, with its dark, polished wood 
and its black satin sheets that made her father do 
that. It was the bed that made him become that beast. 
Now, to sit naked on that bed, to have those black 
satin covers beneath her, it just sent shivers up her 
spine.

Repulsed by the urges that she felt welling up inside 
her, Seville quickly rose and grabbed her towel. She 
hung the towel on the bathroom hook and headed 
downstairs. It felt wonderful to walk around the house 
naked, though she'd never done it since she was a 
little kid. As she walked past the windows in the 
hallway she was thankful there were no neighbors too 
close by.

Slouching over her cereal, Seville stared into its 
milky cheerio depths. She couldn't get her experience 
in her father's room out of her mind. The smooth 
floorboards and that dark bed lingered in her mind.

The phone rang loudly through her thoughts. A wave of 
anxiety suddenly coursed through her veins as she 
realized that it was probably her boss calling.

She picked up the shiny black phone in the living 
room.

"Hello?"

"Hello. May I please speak to Antonio Castella?" She 
didn't recognize the voice.

"Oh, he's out of town until the first. Would you like 
me to leave a message for him?"

"Oh, this must be Seville, no? This is Michael, his 
cousin."

"Oh, hi. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you on the 
phone. It's been a long time."

"Yes it has. How is everything with you?"
"Oh, I'm fine."

"Good, good. Listen, you say he'll be back the first?"

"Yes, of August."

"Alright, then I'll call back then. You take care, 
OK."

"OK. Nice talking to you. Bye."

She hung up, but her hand remained on the phone. The 
black receiver was hard and smooth in her hand. It 
reminded her of the bedposts in her father's room. 
With the anxiety of having to talk to her boss, 
Seville felt cozy and protected in the house all by 
herself. No one to judge her for anything she might 
think or do. She felt like she was a little girl 
again, hiding in the attic, her own little space 
around her, where no one could see or hear her. These 
thoughts and feelings in her mind, she ran up the 
stairs giggling mischievously.

Standing in the doorway, she peered back into her 
father's bedroom. It was the same as always; warm, 
dark, secret, and forbidden. Her eyes fell on the dark 
bedposts. Approaching the foot of the bed, she touched 
one of them, caressing its length with her long, 
elegant fingers. She felt dirty as she smoothed her 
hands over the dark, polished wood. The top of the 
bedpost came to a large, elliptical tip, the shape of 
a large egg. Curling her fingers around the bedpost, 
Seville's knees grew week and she felt her thighs 
growing warm as unsavory thoughts coursed through her 
mind.

Although she was completely alone, she closed the door 
securely to hide from the world's eyes the naughty 
fantasy she was about to act out. Sitting on the foot 
of her father's bed, she pulled off her sneakers and 
twiddled her bare toes. She watched herself in the 
large mirror as she pulled the white halter-top up and 
over her, and dropped it to the floor, her full 
breasts held in a grey Calvin Klein bra. Lying back on 
her father's black covers, she giggled and watched 
herself in the ceiling mirror as she wriggled out of 
her tight blue jeans.

An amusing thought popped into her head. What would 
her father think if he could see his eighteen-year-old 
daughter lying on his dark bed in nothing but her 
underwear? She stared at the reflection of her long, 
beautiful black hair splayed out on the black satin 
bed covers, as her arms worked behind her back to 
unfasten her bra. She tossed the bra to the floor, her 
large, perky breasts exposed to the foreboding walls 
of her father's bedroom. Lying on her back with her 
knees against her chest, Seville giggled and writhed 
upon the bed as she worked her panties down around the 
curve of her ass. She pulled them down, or rather, up, 
her long legs and flicked them to the side of the room 
with her toes.

She sat up, completely naked, upon her father's bed. 
Moving to the corner of the foot of the bed, she 
dropped a long, dark leg on either side of the bedpost 
and lay back, her feet upon the bedroom floor. Sliding 
her ass closer to the corner, she pressed the bedpost 
into the crevice between her legs. Seville closed her 
eyes and moaned as she rubbed herself along the side 
of the smooth, round bedpost. Her hands crept down her 
belly and into the soft, dark forest below. She sighed 
and began to moisten as a fingertip slid over her 
clitoris. As she caressed herself, she moistened, and 
she slid more easily on the bedpost as her labia 
spread fluid along its surface.

Seville sighed as she slipped her finger between her 
secret lips, sliding it up into her tight hole. 
Looking down her body to the post that rose from 
between her legs, topped with a fist-sized wooden 
sphere, a terribly indelicate idea came to her mind. 
She wanted that bedpost, large as it might be, inside 
her body. Just the thought caused milkiness to dribble 
from between her labia.

Sitting up, she inspected the situation. The bedpost 
rose a good fifteen or sixteen inches above the level 
of the mattress. She contemplated simply standing on 
the bed with her back to it and lowering herself onto 
it, but she was afraid she might lose her balance and 
really hurt herself, inside and out. The wooden chair 
in the corner of the room offered a solution. She drew 
the chair up to the bedpost, facing it towards the 
bed. Then, standing on it with her back to the post, 
she bent forward and placed her hands upon the back of 
the chair. She held herself there, her ass just above 
the top of the bedpost. Holding the back of the chair, 
she slowly lowered her ass onto the post.

Her trembling lips gasped with apprehension at the 
touch of the bedpost's tip upon her labia. Steadying 
herself by the back of the chair, she let herself sink 
onto the top of the post. The lips between her thighs 
spread around its large, spherical tip as it slipped 
between them and pushed itself into her vagina. 
Moaning, Seville let herself sink farther onto the 
post. The bedpost, its swells and cusps widening 
beneath the tip, pushed itself up into her. It 
elicited a soft cry from her quivering lips each time 
a swell or a rounded cusp passed into her. Impaling 
herself deeper upon her father's bedpost, Seville 
drove herself to orgasm, her fluids dribbling down the 
shaft as sighed lustfully.


"The blue whale is the largest mammal on earth. At a 
weight." Seville stared at dolphins, frozen in time in 
the exhibit case as the museum guide rattled on. The 
rippled blue plastic ocean surface that they were 
jumping from was dusty, betraying its true nature. 
Lingering near the back of the group, she gazed around 
the dark room with all its stuffed sea-life. The blue 
whale hanging from the ceiling was terrifyingly 
enormous. She wondered how they could safely hang it 
there, right above everyone walking through the huge 
room.

Catching up with the rest of the class, she walked 
through a long hall of geological models and exhibits. 
They headed down the wide marble steps towards the 
African exhibits. Sliding her hand casually down the 
brass stair-rail, she was reminded suddenly of her 
father's bedpost. She grasped the rail more tightly as 
she followed the class, warmth gathering in her 
crotch.

The sound of trickling water surprised Seville and she 
strained to look over her classmates' heads and see 
where it was coming from. Light surrounded the high-
school class as they entered the huge greenhouse. The 
steel-framed, glass-skinned building housed numerous 
tropical plants and in its center stood a low, wide 
pyramid surrounded by a fountain/wishing well. Seville 
gazed in wonder at the beautiful structure as they 
passed through the greenhouse and headed back into the 
main museum building. Her excitement growing, she 
moved to the front of the group as they entered the 
African exhibit room.

The room was enormous. In the center of the room was a 
large pack of elephants and rhino's frozen in action 
as they made a charge for the entrance. The ceiling 
was over two stories high and a balcony ran around the 
edge of the room, with exhibits set into the wall next 
to it. The first floor wall housed other, larger 
exhibits. They explored the exhibits for nearly an 
hour, and though most of her class seemed only mildly 
interested (mostly just glad to be out of class on a 
Friday afternoon), Seville was intrigued. It was the 
most amazing, mysterious place she'd ever seen. She 
couldn't get over the wonder of the radiant 
greenhouse, with its trees, fountains, and pyramid, 
and the immense, dimly lit African room. She was more 
disappointed than most when their teacher instructed 
them that it was time to go back to school. At least 
she, being a senior, could drive directly home instead 
of having to deal with the school bus.

Seville walked through the museum lot toward her 
little red car. After finding her keys and unlocking 
the door, she got in and sat down. The amazing images 
she'd just seen kept flashing before her eyes. She'd 
been to museums before, but this one was different. 
For one thing, it was simply enormous. Also, it had 
the most wonderful exhibits she'd ever seen. Sitting 
in her car, an idea occurred to her. Being that she 
wasn't driving back to school anyway, she could just 
go spend a few more hours in the museum before it 
closed. Hell, it was Friday afternoon. Her father was 
out of town; she had no plans. Hopping out of the car, 
she locked the door and headed back towards the 
museum.

Donning the pin they'd given her when she first came 
in, she walked back into the museum entrance. Standing 
among the bustling crowd, she decided to start with 
the dinosaur exhibit. She spent the next two hours 
wandering all throughout the museum.


Looking down at her watch, Seville saw that it was 
already five. The museum would be closing in another 
half-hour. Taking one last look at the earthquake 
video she'd been watching, she headed out and down the 
hall, looking for a bathroom to use before she drove 
home. She found a bathroom on the next floor up, the 
fourth. As she sat down in the cozy isolation of a 
stall in an empty bathroom, she had a wonderful idea. 
If she hid in the bathroom until the museum was 
closed, she could have the whole place to herself! 
After finishing her business, she washed her hands and 
moved to the last stall in the bathroom. Exhilarated 
by the risk and rewards of such a plan, she closed and 
locked the door, sat on the toilet lid and drew her 
feet up onto the seat, out of view.

Forty minutes later she heard footsteps echoing in 
hallway, coming towards the restroom. A person walked 
into the room and proceeded slowly down along the 
stalls. Seville's heart beat faster as the person 
approached the last stall. She saw the shiny black 
shoes of a museum guard and knew they must be making 
the final rounds before closing up. Hardly breathing, 
she kept still until finally the guard left, satisfied 
that the bathroom was empty.

After nearly an hour in the stall, the sounds of 
activity in the museum had died down. Seville poked 
her head out the bathroom door. The building was dark, 
lit only by the dim nighttime lights, which shone off 
the polished wooden floors. Carefully, she snuck out 
the bathroom and approached the balcony railing. 
Peering over the wooden rail, she saw that the sea-
life room was dark and abandoned. The blue whale 
loomed over the huge room, its enormous body hanging 
from the high ceiling. Quietly, she walked along the 
balcony, towards the stairs.

Stan awoke with a jolt as his head slipped from his 
hand. He tended to doze on the night shift. Shaking 
the drowsiness from his head, he eyed the security 
board, lazily scanning over the multitude of screens, 
all portraying the quiet rooms and hallways of the 
museum at night. Suddenly, something caught his eye. 
He saw a bit of movement on one of the east wing 
screens. Waiting patiently, he saw someone appear on 
one of the fountain room cameras. Grabbing for the 
manual controls, he followed them. Zooming in, he saw 
to his surprise that it was a girl; a young one too. 
As the pyramid fell between the camera and the girl, 
Stan shifted to another fountain room camera. Zooming 
in and engaging the low-light correction, he saw what 
a beautiful girl she was. Suddenly remembering 
himself, he reached for the security phone. As he did 
so, however, the girl on the screen began pulling her 
shirt up over her head. His hand paused, hovering over 
the receiver. To his amazement, the girl continued to 
undress, removing her skirt and then her shoes. 
Completely unaware of the hidden cameras, she sat upon 
the edge of the fountain and dipped her feet in the 
water. She sat there for a moment, her legs dangling 
in the shallow water.


Seville, surprised at the warmth of the fountain 
water, decided to enjoy it a bit more. Reaching behind 
her back, she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the 
floor. Lifting her legs out the water, she pulled off 
her panties as well.

Stan's eyes were glued to the screen, his jaw hanging 
limp, as the nude girl put her whole body in the pool, 
apparently enjoying the warm water. His hand fell next 
to the phone and relaxed upon the desktop, all 
thoughts of security gone. After a brief dip in the 
water, she got out and dried herself with her skirt. 
She put on her blouse, gathered the rest of her 
belongings in her arms, and began heading for the 
African wing. Hoping for a better view, Stan gently 
turned the lights in the African wing up, just enough 
so that she wouldn't notice much change.

As she walked through the tall doorway of the African 
entrance, Seville noticed that the room was a bit 
brighter than the others. She figured they must just 
be using different lights. Placing her things down at 
the edge of the room, she began walking towards the 
exhibit in the center of the large room. A herd of 
African elephants stood in frozen motion, a rhino and 
a couple zebra's mixed among their ranks. Stepping 
mischievously over the railing that sectioned off the 
exhibit, she climbed up onto the platform. She felt a 
strange excitement rush through her body as she walked 
among such enormously powerful animals, clothed only 
in her long blouse. She stroked the back of a large 
zebra, her palm running along the animal's smooth 
hair. Taking a moment to gage the height of its back, 
she began carefully climbing upon it. Once she managed 
her way onto its back, she thrilled at the feel of its 
thick body between her bare legs. Sliding up towards 
the front of its body, she found herself taking 
pleasure in how its stiff hair rubbed between her 
thighs. Bending forward to hug its neck, Seville 
sighed as its stiff mane pressed against her crotch. 
Pressing the front of her body up against its mane, 
she gently sighed as she rubbed herself up and down 
the top of its back. Closing her eyes, she began to 
become wet, wishing for some more substantial 
penetration. As she opened her eyes, her gaze fell 
upon the rhino standing just ahead of where she was. 
Its single horn shone in the dim yellow lights.

Stan gulped with anxiousness as the girl on the screen 
slid from atop the zebra and made her way toward the 
large rhino.

Luckily, the rhino had its head down, as if eating 
grass. Seville found that the tip of its large horn 
was actually quite dull, rounded from years of wear. 
Removing her blouse and letting it drop to the floor, 
she stood over the rhino's head, one foot planted on 
either side of it.

Stan watched in disbelief as the girl lowered herself 
slowly until the tip of the rhino's horn was just 
below the junction of her thighs. Zooming in and 
adjusting the light correction level, he watched as 
she placed her palms down upon the top of the beast's 
head and lowered herself, allowing the tip of the horn 
to enter her. Lowering herself onto it, she shuddered 
with immense pleasure as the horn slipped into her.

Aching with lust, Seville lowered herself onto the 
horn, letting it slip far up inside her. She lowered 
herself until her labia hugged the base of the rhino's 
horn and she could feel its head beneath her ass. Her 
legs, dangling on either side of its head, trembled as 
she began to come hard around the rhino's horn, her 
juices dribbling down its head.


A bird's faint chirping echoed in the distance, as if 
through a thick haze. The haze gradually lifted, the 
chirping growing louder and brighter. Seville awoke 
among a tangle of cream colored sheets. Sunlight was 
pouring through the window giving evidence of another 
beautiful early autumn day. She adjusted the sheets 
and laid for a moment, comfortable. She couldn't 
remember ever having slept quite so well as she'd been 
sleeping since her father was out of town. She'd even 
taken to sleeping naked, which she found to be most 
comfortable.
The door creaked open and Seville's heart pounded with 
surprise for a second before she recognized the 
familiar sound of Sam's panting. The golden Lab 
shuffled into her room and trotted over to the bed, 
eager for companionship. Seville smiled happily and 
giggled as he stuck his nose in her face and licked 
her lovingly. She patted his head and he paused for a 
moment before leaping up onto the bed with her. He 
snuggled close, pressing his nose up against her. With 
Sam's warm, comforting body next to her, Seville began 
to drift off again, floating gently into a dream. She 
was dimly aware of sniffing, and she felt the mattress 
shift beneath her as Sam rose and moved down toward 
the foot of the bed, sniffing. She felt the sheets 
lift and Sam's cool wet nose was on her ankles. Soft 
fur brushed up her legs as the dog crawled under the 
sheets. Then a different sensation: his warm tongue 
licking the backs of her thighs. She shifted under the 
sheets as the lab's tongue ran up and down her skin, 
approaching her upper thighs.

Seville came up from her drowsiness and realized how 
heavy with lust she was becoming. Sighing, she 
squirmed under the cream colored sheets, feeling Sam's 
tongue on her body. She let him lick her on and on, 
his tongue traveling ever closer to the junction of 
her thighs. Finally, she felt him lap at her labia and 
shivers of pleasure ran through her body. For a second 
his tongue dipped between her secret lips and tickled 
her clit. Moaning with desire, Seville pulled her 
knees up beneath her and raised her ass, pushing it up 
at Sam. She felt his forepaws on her ass and they 
moved up her lower-back as he climbed up upon her. She 
groaned at the touch of the lab's erect member on her 
nether regions as he poked between her thighs. Her 
face pressed into the pillow, Seville reached back 
behind her and grabbed the tip of Sam's large pulsing 
penis and touched it to her labia. Instinctively, Sam 
thrust his hips, slipping into her body. Seville 
gasped as her lips stretched around his thick member, 
hot inside her. Moaning, she thrust her ass back at 
the dog to receive more of him and her lips quivered 
with a long sigh as he slid deeper inside her. She 
whined with pleasure as he thrust fast and hard into 
her body, and with each thrust she felt a thick knot 
at the base of his dick slam against her labia. Then, 
with one long, hard thrust, he pushed his knot up into 
her. Seville gasped with intense pleasure as her labia 
closed around the knot and Sam's large, soft balls 
slapped against the backs of her thighs. Its knot 
comfortably inside Seville's body, Sam pounded into 
her with hard, fast thrusts, eliciting squeals of 
ecstasy from her dark lips. So deep in the throws of 
passion was she that she failed to hear the car roll 
up the gravel driveway or the footsteps on the wooden 
porch.

Seville came hard, moaning deeply as her juices 
flowing around the lab's thick member as it thrust 
into her. Sam stop thrusting and relaxed on top of her 
and Seville rested her face in the pillow as she 
sighed with relief. Downstairs, she heard someone 
unlocking the front door. She filled with panic at the 
sound of the door opening, then closing again and 
being locked. She move to push Sam off of her but 
found that his knot was still stuck inside her. There 
were footsteps coming up the stairs and they sounded 
like her father's. Reaching back and placing her 
fingers around the base of his shaft, she tried 
desperately to get the dog out of her body, pushing 
back and squealing in pain as her labia were stretched 
wide around the base of the knot. It was no use. 
"Honey? I'm home. Seville?" Her dad was coming down 
the hallway. Seville's heart pounded with fear and 
shame as her door swung open and her father stood, 
frozen in shock at the sight of his daughter kneeling 
face down on the bed with their golden lab's dick 
buried deep inside her, come still oozing from her 
vaginal lips. "Daddy," she cried. "I'm sorry." Her 
father began regaining himself, Seville broke down in 
tears, and Sam began rotating his body away from her, 
uninterestedly, his penis turning inside her body.

The grandfather clock downstairs struck noon and 
Seville shifted in her sheets. After nearly an hour, 
Sam's knot had shrunk enough to slip out of her. She'd 
been lying in bed, curled up with her arms around her 
knees, for hours since. All morning she'd been lying 
there; lying there dreading the moment her father came 
back into her room hoping for an explanation. Finally, 
as the clock struck noon, she heard footsteps coming 
down the hall. "Honey?" her father's voice came 
through the door. "Do you mind if I come in?"
It took a while, but finally, Seville managed to 
respond. "Come in, dad." The brass doorknob turned and 
her father opened the door. He came in and knelt down 
at the side of her bed, looking into her face and 
bringing his hand up to brush her cheek.
"Hey, it's gonna be alright," he said. "Everything's 
OK, alright?" Looking up into his eyes, she nodded. 
"Alright," he said, "now howbout I bring you up some 
breakfast, huh?"

"Yes. That'd be nice," she said softly.

He went downstairs and she heard him start frying 
eggs. She loved his eggs, they were the best, and he 
knew it. She stared absently at the sun falling on the 
wallpaper across the room and slipped into a quiet 
sleep. After a time, she was woken by her father 
whispering, "Seville, honey, the eggs are ready."

She looked up and smiled at him. "Thanks, Daddy."

"No problem," he said, smiling back.

She ate the eggs quickly, not having realized how 
hungry she'd been, and when she finished she curled up 
on her side and rest her head in her daddy's lap. She 
could hear the pulse running through his leg through 
the jeans he wore, and it calmed her.

"Listen," he said. "I know you don't want to talk 
about what happened, and you don't have to, but I just 
want you to know that I'll never think any less of you 
for it, or love you any less for it. For anything, for 
that matter. So don't worry about it."
She smiled and nuzzled up against him as he rubbed her 
back reassuringly. "Daddy?" she said.
"Yes, honey."

"Will you rub my back like you used to do to put me to 
sleep?"

"Sure, honey."

She rolled onto her stomach and rested her cheek on 
the soft pillow as she felt her father's hand slipped 
beneath the sheets and rubbed her back. She smiled and 
closed her eyes as his hard, callused palm slid along 
her soft, smooth skin rubbing up and down her back. 
"Daddy?" she asked. "How come you came home early?"

"Well, one of the jobs I was supposed to be setting up 
fell through. Ended up there was no point in me 
staying around three extra days for nothing, so I came 
home."

"Oh," she said, sighing into the pillow as his hand 
slid down her bare back.

Antonio Castella stared down at his beautiful daughter 
smiling, eyes closed, the midday sun falling all 
around her and lighting off the yellow sheets that 
held her naked body. Her back so soft and smooth, her 
shiny black hair swept over her tanned shoulder, she 
reminded him of her mother; her mother, who had died 
so long ago. He'd never be the same again. He'd never 
have her back with him. He began to sob.

Seville, surprised by her father's quiet sobs, turned 
over in her sheets and looked up at him, his head held 
in one hand while his other hand lay gently across her 
stomach. "Daddy," she said. "Daddy, what's the 
matter?" Unable to speak, he continued to cry into his 
hand. "Oh daddy. Everything's gonna be OK."

"I'm sorry," he whispered through quiet sobs. "It.It's 
not you.It's."

"Oh, daddy." She gently put her hands around his arm, 
reassuring him. She caressed his bicep through his 
shirtsleeve. He rubbed her stomach and Seville inhaled 
deeply at the feel of her father's rough hand sliding 
gently along her skin. Antonio, distressed and 
distracted, continued rubbing his daughter's back, his 
face still pressed into his palm, trying to wipe away 
his tears. His fingertip rubbed over her bellybutton 
and she sighed as it slid down her smooth belly. 
Confused, Antonio looked down at her and through his 
tears he saw her beloved mother. It was uncanny. Her 
head thrown back in passion, he saw the underside of 
her smooth, beautiful jaw, her deep, full lips. Her 
long dark lashes, her hair, the gentle sigh that 
escaped her quivering lips as his hand slid up her 
stomach and between her full, soft breasts. He found 
himself separated from his own body, watching as he 
slid his hand up and down beneath the cream colored 
sheets. He felt his hand slide along the skin of his 
daughter's body and she breathed deeply. He saw her 
eyes close, watched her beautiful lashes, and felt her 
grab his wrist beneath the sheets, pulling his hand 
down her body. He felt it slide over the smooth curves 
of her stomach and down past her navel. She breathed 
hard as his hand slid down between her thighs, rubbing 
through her pubic hair and over her soft, delicate 
clitoris.

Antonio watched as his daughter pushed the yellow 
sheets aside to show him her beautiful body, lying 
exposed before him. His right hand buried between her 
smooth thighs, he brought his left hand down and 
lightly rubbed her clavicle. He touched his lips to 
the dark nipple atop her left breast while his left 
hand caressed her neck and his right hand slid from 
between her thighs, moving up her belly. He sucked 
lovingly at her breast and held her body tightly to 
him.

Seville sighed with pleasure as her father's hands 
slid all over her body and his kisses traveled down 
her stomach. She gasped at the touch of his lips 
between her thighs. He kissed her and sucked gently at 
her clit, eliciting soft moans of delight from the 
girl.

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