The Dreamer (Extra Chapter)      by dolphininthetree

story code: Mf, inc

    'What happened to Jules Aristides?' some may ask. After falling for David and Mandy's deception, what did he do next? Did he pursue vengeance? Was he forever resigned to just secretly sniffing Giselle's panties for satisfaction? For Aristides, things did not end there at Birch Manor Hotel; it did not end in despair and loss. The Genie and Mr. Black may have swindled him. Elizabeth may have deceived and exploited his affections.  But that night, as he went home angry and dejected, Fate smiled.

Sitting in his oak-paneled study, he licked his wounds and nursed a glass of fine scotch. He sat slumped down low in a large, plush armchair - one of those that threatened to swallow you when you sat in them. The hot shower had helped and sitting here in his comfortable bathrobe as he listened to the cicada song carried by the pine-scented night breeze  that wafted through the windows was helping too. The alcohol was giving him a nice, numbing buzz.

He thought of Elizabeth; he'd been smitten from the first time he'd seen her. He had been looking forward to this night so much. He had prepared everything for her - he'd told Mrs. Aristides and Giselle an elaborate story about a distant cousin who had died leaving an orphan daughter, whom he hoped to take into his home, and he had been able to get them to agree to it. In fact, Giselle had even been looking forward to having a new friend. But all his hopes had been shattered. In retrospect, he should have been more suspicious - an obedient teenage girl who would willingly fulfill his every fantasy and at the same time be a perfect daughter too? It was too good to be true.

But he had taken every possible precaution, hadn't he? He could not understand how they could all have fallen asleep, him and all six bodyguards. They had not eaten or drunk anything so they had not been drugged. Perhaps some sleeping gas of some sort had been pumped into the room? He didn't know, they left no traces of how they had done it. It was like magic.

He didn't even know where to start if he wanted to track them down now; he'd already hired someone to trace them electronically even before the first meeting but none of the emails of phone calls Genie had used to contact him had given them any clues - Genie had made very sure of that. Now, he realized that he didn't even know how Black or Elizabeth looked like either. In retrospect, he now realized that both Black and Elizabeth wore gloves all the time! He remembered thinking she looked very elegant in her black dress and white gloves.

For him, the money was a trifling. But being cheated smarted - Aristides was used to cheating rather than being cheated. Having a delicious morsel so close to his mouth and then having it snatched away also left a deep itch that he couldn't scratch - an unsated thirst, an unsatisfied desire, a deferred hope. He downed another glass of scotch; he'd lost count of how many he'd had.

"Daddy?" a warm, soft voice called out. He hadn't heard her coming in. He started to look up when he suddenly found a slender, supple body in his lap.

"Daddy? What's wrong?" Giselle Aristides asked. Whenever daddy was sad or in a bad mood, he'd just sit here quietly drowning himself in scotch. She put her arms around her daddy's neck; at fourteen, she was still very much daddy's little angel. Rich and pampered, she lived a sheltered life; permanently shadowed by bodyguards and coddled by her parents, she hadn't even dated before. The only man in her life was daddy. There were the guards, and the tubby, jovial French chef too, but they didn't really count.

"Sweetheart..."

He said only one word and buried his face in her silky hair. He felt overwhelmed by her delicate scent, her softness and her touching concern for him. Giselle said, "You shouldn't drink so much, daddy. It's not good for you." She gently pried the full glass from his hands.

Aristides smiled for the first since he had left Birch Manor Hotel. "Give daddy the glass, sweetheart. I promise this is the last one."

Giselle hesitated, then suddenly, she downed it in one gulp. Her eyes widened and she struggled not to cough as the burning fire gutted her throat. Aristides laughed at her expression of surprise. "You aren't supposed to be drinking, are you, angel? And you shouldn't be gulping it down like that anyway."

Giselle opened her mouth, gasping at the warmth that was spreading through her insides. Mr. Aristides took the empty glass from her unresisting fingers and filled it up again. "Daddy!" Giselle protested.

"Daddy promised you that he'd have one last glass didn't he?" he said, his eyes twinkling, "Well. If I stop now, I'd be breaking that promise since you drank that glass." Taking it in his hands, he sipped it appreciatively, slowly rolling the flavour in his mouth, "That's how you drink it."

Giselle pulled his hand nearer her head, glass and all, and sipped it delicately. Aristides sipped again. And then she did. She wasn't supposed to be drinking at all, but what the hell, Aristides thought, she was fourteen already; it was better that she learnt to drink with her daddy now than be introduced to it at some party by a guy who was trying to get her drunk in order to feel her up.

When he poured another glass, she didn't protest this time. They shared it again, taking turns sipping. It was better than nursing a lonely glass by yourself, he thought. It was a strange daddy-daughter evening, her sitting in her daddy's lap sharing a glass or two with him.

"Don't tell mummy, ok, angel? It's our little secret drink," Aristides whispered in her ear as she leaned against his shoulder, feeling weird, woozy and pleasantly warm.

"Okay, daddy," she said, her head in a fluffy pink fog. "I'm good at keeping secrets... like my secret with mummy," she mumbled softly.

"Your secret with mummy?" Aristides asked, his ears pricking up with curiosity.

"Mmhmm... can't tell you, daddy," she said.

"No? Not even if I...."

"Teehehehe..... keheehehe... daddy! .. hahahahheheheh....stop! " Giselle squirmed to get away as daddy attacked her ticklish sides and tummy. The alcohol made her extra ticklish. She felt giddy and heady as she wiggled her body.

"Are you going to tell daddy?"

"No! ... hehehehahaha....." She wriggled and giggled, her body twisting and turning. Aristides suddenly became aware of his little angel's soft buns bouncing all over his crotch. He was suddenly all too aware of the thin and flimsy babydolls she wore to bed and the ultra-thin panties underneath - she was dressed for the rather warm summer night. He knew they were ultra-thin panties because he could feel her so clearly through his own paper thin Japanese silk bathrobe. Every jiggle and wiggle of her soft babyfat bottoms made his manhood pump and surge. Oh no, she would be able to feel him as clearly as he felt her too. But if she did, she gave no sign of it; she bounced with playful eagerness on daddy's lap, in fits of giggles as he tickled her sides, her arms, her neck.

"Do you surrender, sweetheart?"

"Hahahahehehe..... yes...kekehehe..yes! Stop please daddy..." Giselle's face was red with laughter; the straight, golden blonde hair that almost reached her butt was flying everywhere. The tickling and the scotch made her young body radiate heat.

"Well?" he asked, brushing back her bangs and holding her tightly to himself; pinning her helplessly to his chest with the threat of another tickle attack if she reneged on her surrender.

Gasping until she got her breath back, Giselle looked up at him and said, "Mummy and I play 'eating sushi'. She says not to ever tell anyone, ever!"

" 'Eating sushi' ?" Aristides blinked and loosened his grip. Giselle nodded seriously.

"Well, you'll have to explain the game to me, sweetheart. I've never played it before."

"Um.... I.... um... I'm not sure how to explain it properly... " she said hesitantly.

"Well, why don't you show me? Maybe we could play together then," Aristides suggested.

"Umm.... well... mummy eats my sushi first, and then I eat hers."

Aristides' eyes followed her finger as she pointed innocently between her legs. As she did that, her wrist accidentally bumped into the large bulge inches from her 'sushi' as she sat straddling daddy's legs. Her hand shied away from the bump as she giggled giddily from a mixture of alcohol and the naughty tingle in her tummy, "I'm not sure we can play together daddy. Boys don't have a sushi... only have a..... a... um... they have a..."

"Sausage," the word slipping out of a stunned Aristides.

He couldn't friggin' believe it. His wife? Lauren Aristides? The frigid bitch hadn't done it with him in ten years. She complained he made her too sore to walk even though he could only ever get six inches inside her. He hadn't pressed the matter because his own nine inch long and three inch wide schlong embarrassed even him. He had to make do with whores who charged extra for enduring his giant fucktool in their slots. And Giselle was telling him Lauren Aristides, whose body he hadn't seen naked in a decade, played 'eating sushi' with their underage daughter? Fuck and damnation. He picked up the scotch and took a big gulp.

"When did you and mummy start playing 'eating sushi', Giselle?"

"Um... last year. Are you mad daddy?" Giselle asked worriedly, seeing her father's strange expression.

Aristides looked at Giselle and said, "No honey, I'm not mad. I'm just annoyed mummy left me out of the game."

"Heehee... but you don't have a 'sushi' for me to eat, daddy," Giselle pointed out preciously as she took the glass from Daddy's hand and finished it.

"Boys and girls don't play 'eating sushi', dear. We eat 'surf and turf ' instead."

"As in ..fi... fish and meat?" she asked quizzically, then her eyes brightened. "Ooo... Thash so cool, daddy..... can we play? Pleeaassh...can we play? Pleaseee..." she said, slurring slightly as the scotch made its effect on her known.

"You sure, sweetheart? It's a grown-up sort of game..." Aristides softly said in her ear as he nuzzled the delicate lobes, enjoying the fineness of her skin on his lips. Her thin legs straddled daddy, her back leaning against his strong chest. His hand trembled slightly as he rubbed her tummy through the thin, silky babydoll's she was wearing - he often gave her tummy rubs which she loved - but this time, the circle his hand made grew larger and larger. Soon, he was rubbing her chest as well; molding the smallish breasts - firm and still growing - in his large palms.

"Yesh... yessh... daddy... I wanna play..." Giselle purred as her daddy's hands pampered and spoiled her.

"Show daddy your sushi, angel."

Giselle used both hands to slowly pull up her nightie, her tush snug in their panties; a perfect camel-toe had formed, showing off her smooth and plump sushi rolls.

Aristides groaned. He reached down and pulled open his bathrobe. The meat was served - it popped out from its hiding place, a large red stalk springing up between Giselle's legs. Her legs perfectly framing his meat and, just inches away, her sushi. Her white, creamy thighs were the serving platter that perfectly presented thiner dish of 'surf and turf ala daddy-daughter'.

Giselle regarded the meal with widened eyes. She knew daddy was big - she'd seen him under his swimming trunks and she felt him every time she sat and wriggled on his lap - but this was HUGE. The entire package - the angry red serpent, the large, heavy sacs, the coarse, black hairs - it was masculine, powerful, warlike. She scooted backwards, nervously shying away like a skittish mare, pushing her tight bottom buns into Aristides' pubic bone.

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart... see? he's waving to you," Aristides said. The large sausage waved and jumped. Giselle giggled as it twitched and brushed against her creamy thigh skin. She reached out and gingerly petted it.

Aristides' own fingers began to massage his darling daughter's little girlhood through her panties whilst she was preoccupied with patting and stroking his manhood. His fingers pushed past her last line of defense and reached under the fabric. Giselle stiffened as his fingers gently explored her bare skin. He pried open her closed lips and made a pleasant discovery - she dry on the outside, but underneath, it was soaked and sopping already.

"Oooo..." Giselle wiggled her bum to adjust to the invading digit. Daddy's fingers collected the honey from her moist insides and began depositing them on her outer petals. Tingles and warmth spread over her as he worked and massaged the honey onto her girlish parts - she especially liked it when he rubbed the moisturizing girl-cream into the little protective hood and its hidden treasure. Aristides' fingers encircled his little girl's emerging bud whilst his other hand pleasured the other two pink nubbins that capped her teenage tit-flesh. Her eyes were closed as electric fire tortured her soul. She had forgotten how daddy's stalk had seemed scary earlier; now, her two hands were gripping it hard, her knuckles white as she used it to keep her balance as the sparks that shot through her veins made her buck wildly, threatening to unseat her from her precarious perch on daddy's thighs.

A tight ripping sound - in his eagerness to delve into daughter's sucking hole, Aristides' strong hands accidentally ripped her panties. He pulled the useless cloth away and on impulse, pressed it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Giselle giggled and Aristides almost cursed himself for his stupidity - what was he doing with her panties when the original was here? The Source of the scents and fluids that he loved were right there - his fingers were embedded in it.

With a low growl, he lifted Giselle's whole body like she was weightless. He turned her around and seated her on his shoulders, his mouth level with her crotch. It was a sight - Aristides still on the armchair, his daughter lifted high on his shoulders, her crotch pressed into his face and her legs tightly encircling his neck as she clung on for dear life.

"Daadddy!" she squealed - it didn't feel too safe perched up on high even though daddy's strong arms and shoulders gave a measure of security. And the door was unlocked! Even though no one - except herself - ever dared to disturb Aristides when he was closeted in his study, there was still a possibility of some urgent matter that would cause mummy or one of the servants to come knocking.

But Aristides would have no dissent from her. His rough, rasping tongue bathed her pink petals with tender loving care. She squirmed and wriggled as he tasted and tongue-raped her but his arms were like steel cords, binding and trapping her.

"Ooooh.... oh...oh.... daddy.... ohhhhhh... da..da......oooooooh" Giselle forgot all the words her expensive private school education had taught her, she only had two left in her vocabulary. She cooed like a happy baby as father gave her a literal tongue lashing.

His hands were squeezing her tushy, loving her silky flesh. Her teenage asscheeks were tight and small, riding high on her waist. And his fingers broke all taboos as they crept into the cleft and stroked her silky nether sphincter, enjoying the wrinkled and puckered feel of the flesh there. Aristides groaned in pleasure as he saw Giselle's delicate little maidenhood, whole and unbroken - he thought about Elizabeth; the cherry he would never have; the one that got away. This one wasn't going to get away, he was sure of it.

Aristides' long, squirming tongue found a new favourite; he wriggled the tip against her tiny pee opening. "Nooooo.... dada.... no... not there... noooooo...." Giselle bucked wildly; oh gawd, his tongue abusing her sensitive urethral opening made all her muscles turn to putty. She was.. she was beginning to feel a familiar sensation. Her eyes opened in fear. "Daddddy.... not there.. not there... I'm going to... to pee if you continue!" she urgently said, her voice shaky.

Her warning unheeded, Aristides circled her pee hole insistently with his tongue as his upper lip mashed and ground into her pleasure pearl at the same time. Giselle's jaw dropped as she felt the need to pee and the urge to cum at the same time. Her hands clutched daddy's head tightly and she pushed her coochie into his face.

"UUUUUUHHHHHHHH.... NOOOOOO..... NOOOO.... UHHHHHHH..... " This couldn't be happening. Her pee and cum ejected into daddy's hungry mouth in strong spurts and bursts. Every spasm that rocked her body sent a fresh squirt. Was it pee? Was it cum? Both? She blushed hotly at the naughty thought of her pee trickling down daddy's throat. Giselle's pleasure peaked as daddy devoured her little sushi. Daddy was giving her the best cum in her short life. Aristides too had been more than a little surprised when his darling daughter ejaculated into his mouth - he thought it was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him.

As she came down from the mountain tops of pleasure, Aristides lowered her shaking body into his lap again. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Daddy, you're the best," she said and kissed him on the mouth. She could taste herself - her sushi wasn't fishy at all, she thought. Aristides gave a low groan. His throbbing shaft was caught between their embrace, rubbing against her tummy whilst her wet coochie caressed his balls. Catching the look of pleasure on daddy's face, Giselle started sliding her body against his, rubbing his rod with her tummy. She smiled impishly, "You like, daddy?"

"Mmmmmm.... yes sweetheart. Now, it's your turn to eat?"

Giselle nodded and slid off his lap and onto the plush carpet. Her head between his thighs, she had her first close look at the gourmet sausage she was having for dinner.

"Go on honey. Try kissing it first," Aristides told her. She looked up at him admiringly. Daddy was so strong, so big, so masculine; not like the thin and weedy boys she went to school with.

As she leaned towards him, her straight, butt-length blonde locks cascaded over daddy's thighs, knees and calves, a feathery caress that made him burn. She puckered up and planted a wet, sopping kiss right at the tip. She heard daddy gasp in pleasure and her heart beat faster at the sound. She ran kisses up and down all nine-inches of pulsing flesh - these were no quick, sisterly pecks; she was giving father a good frenching with plenty of tongue. She didn't leave an inch untouched. She covered it with saliva, exploring the nooks and crannies, ridges and veins with her pink tongue. She explored under his retracted skin, tasting and sampling the swollen red crown of his glans. He was musky and spicy - this was veal sausage, with spices - it was top-grade salami, her discerning senses could tell.

She didn't need to be told to put the whole length of meat into her mouth. She sucked it and pumped it in and out instinctively. She just liked to feel it moving and rubbing against her lips, running over her tongue. It was meaty and salty, musky and tangy. She felt it bump into the back of her mouth. Holding it there, she swallowed - her saliva had been pooling in her mouth and she didn't want it to start dripping out! But as she did that, her throat tightened on daddy's thick Bockwurst sausage and pulled it in an inch. She was startled and almost gagged but she repressed her gagging reflex and quickly calmed down.

She heard an appreciative groan that told her Daddy liked it. So she held him deep in her mouth; the tip pressing into her throat as she swallowed repeatedly. Looking upwards as she did it she saw daddy's blissful expression - eyes closed, head leaning back, a half-smile on his face. Yearning to please, she pushed it deeper as she swallowed, letting her throat muscles squeeze him; she repressed the gag reflex with difficulty and she had to concentrate on breathing through her nose, but the look on daddy's face was worth it all. Each time she swallowed, her throat muscles involuntarily pulled daddy further into her young throat. But she persevered - she wanted to give daddy as much fun as he had given her. Deeper and deeper went the sausage as she used her throat to milk and massage, each time she swallowed, the action pulled him further into the tight, sucking tunnel.

When Aristides felt something bump into his pubes, he opened his eyes. He looked down in utter amazement. His young daughter had taken all nine-inches in her throat! Heck, her mother couldn't even take eight up her cunt but Giselle's nose was already pressing into his pubes as he penetrated deep into her throat. He asked with rising concern, "Are you alright honey?" He wasn't sure this was possible. What if his precious angel choked? He wanted to pull her head off his cock immediately.

"Mggghhh.. ngh... mff" her throat vibrated deliciously. She couldn't nod her head properly and she couldn't talk either. So she looked up with her big eyes and gave him a wink. Aristides nearly came on the spot. The corners of her stuffed mouth went up at his obvious pleasure. She swallowed as hard as she could.

"Ohhhhhh.... Stop! Stop!!" Aristides did his best to hold back - he was afraid she would choke if he came in her throat. He clenched his pelvic muscles as she swallowed hard on all nine-inches of his giant poker. He succeeded only in part - only one spurt escaped his penis before his cock muscles closed up tightly and refused to let the rest of his sperm fly into his daughter's belly.

But that one spurt that did escape undid all his hard work. It dribbled down Giselle's gullet and the ticklish sensation of daddy's cum in her throat made Giselle cough. The pressure on Aristides' cock increased tenfold and her throat muscles pumped his sperm straight out of his sacs and into her belly.

"AHHHHHHHHHH....I can't stop baby! I can't!!!.... ARRGGHHHHHHHH!"

In vain, his pelvic muscles struggled to hold back the inevitable deluge. He erupted in a scalding rain of sticky white sperm; injecting it deep into her, the spurting fluids flying straight down her throat and into her tummy. Aristides pumped his daughter full of his virile sperm, filling her tummy completely. Giselle struggled to breathe.

Finally, the torrent ceased. Sliding out slowly, very slowly, she finally pulled daddy's salami out. She exhaled loudly and gave a little cough. Aristides pulled her up to sit on his thighs and anxiously asked her if her jaw and throat felt okay. She assured him it wasn't too bad, her jaw was just a little tired and stretched. He kissed her precious mouth, "I was worried! I thought you were going to choke yourself."

"I'm alright daddy!" she said.

"I'm so proud of you honey. No one's ever been able to do that! You're the first in the world, little angel." Giselle glowed with pride.

"Mummy's never done that either?"

Aristides snorted in laughter. "No, mummy certainly won't let daddy's meat anywhere near her mouth."

"Oh, ok. Um.... daddy? You and mummy haven't made love for a long, long time have you?" she asked.

Aristides shook his head with a sigh. There wasn't any point covering it up. Giselle would know - for as long as she remembered, daddy and mummy slept in separate rooms.

"Hmm... I think I will need to have a talk with your mummy about this sushi eating though," Aristides said suddenly. How could she deny her husband her cunt and give it to her daughter!

"Don't!" she said, "Umm... I mean.... can't we keep this our little secret?"

"Well... if you two have been eating sushi together and you and I have been eating our daddy-daughter surf and turf, we ought to have a family dinner altogether sometime, no?"

She giggled girlishly, "Umm... not really.....umm... maybe we can just have our surf and turf and not tell mummy...?"

"Sweetheart, "he began, looking very carefully at her. "Is there something you should be telling me?"

"Ummm.... " She fidgeted and nervously twisted her hair with her fingers. "Umm... I was ... I was ...only joking daddy.... you didn't think mummy would really... oh gawd... heheheehe...." she giggled at the thought of her prim and proper mother eating her sushi.

Aristides' jaw dropped. "You mean....."

She nodded impishly and playfully batted her long lashes at him. He was lost for words. He looked at his little angel for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Her expression became serious, "I thought .... I thought it would finally get you to do something, daddy."

"Do something?"

"You're always.. always just watching and watching me, and I know what you're thinking as you look. But you never do anything about it."

"You mean you wanted me to...." he stammered, stunned. She nodded shyly.

Aristides hugged her warm, slender body tenderly. He didn't know what to say. His angel had understood him perfectly all this time.

After a long while, he suddenly said, "Young lady, you know what lying to your father means don't you?"

Giselle stiffened at the sudden sternness in her daddy's voice. "Daddy.... you don't mean... you mean I'm gonna get a ...."

"Yes, Giselle. You know what to do."

"Yes... yes, daddy," she said obediently. The last time daddy had spanked her was when she was twelve. It had been two years since but she remembered how it went. "Pleasee daddy? Do we have to??" she pleaded.

"You know the rules, young lady. I'm pleased with you tonight but the rules are the rules. I promise I won't hit too hard," he replied. Aristides ran a tight household. He brought up his little girl the right way. Any disobedience or lying to his daddy and it was across his knee straightaway.

Giselle both regretted and also most definitely did not regret her little 'joke'. She regretted that she was being spanked. But the results of her lie made her so happy- she had never felt this close to daddy before. Now they were so close... so intimate...

Spankings in the Aristides household were done nude. She slipped her nightie over her head and left it on a heap on the floor. Aristides looked at her slender naked form appreciatively. The ballet lessons and all the swimming she did in their pool were doing her good. Her poise was elegant and ladylike. Her body toned and taut. A light tan graced her skin. And her straight and lustrous blond locks fell like a shimmering waterfall down her back until it partially hid her buttcheeks. And she was blushing slightly because daddy hadn't seen her in her birthday suit since her last spanking two years ago. Back then, her chest was completely flat - now her mounds rose proudly. But she still had some way to go in that department and she wasn't sure if daddy was satisfied with her there. She stood there self-consciously as daddy drank in her form.

He finally beckoned and she obediently lay down over his lap. The only difference from all the other times she'd been spanked was that this time, daddy was half-naked too. His bathrobe hung open and his large package pressed into her cunny as she lay across his hairy thighs. It elicited memories of the delightful feelings that daddy had given her earlier as he ate her sushi. She closed her legs tightly, it embarrassed her to let daddy see her anus.

Aristides stroked her bum gently, admiring its taut bounciness. "Are you ready, Giselle?"

She nodded, bracing herself.

Smack! 

"Ah!" she cried, more from shock than pain as daddy's hand reddened her upturned rump. The flesh jiggled and her skin began to redden.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

She jumped and bounced as daddy's hand began to warm up her little buns. He was gentle with her this time, he wasn't hitting very hard, as he had promised. But it still stung. A warm fire spread across her tenderized rump.

As she bucked and squirmed, daddy's other hand reached down to hold her still - he held her by her young titties. He was mauling and molesting them actually; rolling the flesh about in his hands, kneading them roughly and making them deform in his hands. Giselle moaned and wriggled as he punished all four fleshy mounds with his large, manly hands.

Her legs fell open involuntarily. SMACK!

Her whole body stiffened and her climax ambushed her - it surged through her unannounced - as daddy's hand fell not on her heated rump, but on her sensitive cunny, his palm punishing her tender lips whilst the tips of his fingers struck her clitty. He had struck with considerably less force than what her buns had endured, but her hypersensitive privates caused a tidal wave of pleasure-pain that totally destroyed and swept away her young senses.  She screamed, her voice bouncing off the oak-paneled walls - but no one would hear her, Aristides' study was sound proofed because he often held secret discussions in here.

She sobbed and wailed as daddy punished her reddened, weeping cunny. His smacks were gentle but every one of them gave rise to a kaleidoscopic burst of pleasure that ripped through her. Her legs had long since fallen wide apart as she unconsciously presented herself to daddy for her spanking. He tenderly spanked his daughter along her cunny, paying special care to tap her clitty with extra gentleness, working along her lips until he reached her little anal rosette, which he also spanked with loving care.

Finally, when she thought she could take it no longer, when she thought she would die, her daddy stopped. He lifted her up and hugged her, his hands now tenderly massaging her abused parts. She sobbed and wept, her body shaking in his arms. He kissed the tears away from her face, kissed her swollen lips, her nose, her delicate neck.

He pulled her up so that she squatted over him - he wanted to kiss her breasts. His fingers had left marks there where he had groped her mercilessly. She thrust herself towards his questing mouth as he kissed her little titties better. He nursed on his daughter's nipples, making her moan and gasp. Her nipples were very sensitive. And as daddy turned his attention to them, Giselle could feel her orgasm rising again. Yes... yes... she thought.... suck them, daddy.... Suddenly he bit the pink caps, his teeth exerting a light pressure on the erect buds. Giselle blossomed into the n-th orgasm of the night.

And then it happened. Squatting there with her mounds level with daddy's mouth, her knees buckled as the climax overwhelmed her. She scrabbled for a grip as she fell, but daddy's muscled chest was all sweaty and slippery. Her melted under her and before Aristides had a chance to catch her, her vestal cuntal lips kissed the angry purple bulb of his tool. Both of them cried out in surprise as she slipped and fell - right onto daddy's monstrous baby maker.

It seemed to happen in slow motion as Aristides helplessly watched his daughter's petals spread like a blossoming rose; wrapping themselves around his cock head, distended and stretched by the giant knob. Inch after inch, her fiery snatch rapidly swallowed daddy's fuck tool, her canal stretching impossibly; the colossal pillar shredding her maidenhood completely. Her weight caused her to bear down on it unstoppably until with a bump, daddy bottomed out inside his precious angel's slot.

Giselle screamed - a high-pitched note that made the guard dogs in their kennels half a mile away sit up. Daddy completely split her in two. She was torn asunder, she was sure. Impaled. Skewered. Lanced. But her orgasm, which was the reason she fell, just exploded in an unstoppable surge, magnified and amplified by the extreme sensations from her tortured crotch. Somewhere at the back of her mind, she registered pain, but her climax swept it out of the door and overloaded every nerve with pleasure - her brain exploded in tortured paroxysms of sublime ecstasy.

As the force of gravity and her own weight mated father and daughter, Aristides nearly died. The tightness that enveloped him as Giselle speared herself on him nearly broke his cock. His own scream was a low growl that was muffled by her hair. Recovering quickly, he found his little girl weeping like the end of the world had come, sobs raking her body as she helplessly clung to him, impaled on his nine-inches - well seven of the nine anyway; only her cervix stopped the rest from getting in.

He panicked. He thought he'd killed his daughter. Not even his wife could stomach his nine-inch long and thick-as-a-baby's-wrist monster. And he'd just rammed it all up his virgin daughter. He grasped her hips and attempted to lift her off him. The sensation of daddy's giant snake sliding backwards along her canal blasted Giselle's shattered mind. She went wild as the orgasm reached another peak, her arms thrashing, making Aristides lose his grip!

Again, she fell, impaling herself even deeper. She threw her head back and howled. Aristides' hands shook as he quickly lifted her off again. "Don't struggle baby!' he said; he feared dropping her on his  cannon again would kill her. This time, he almost got all of her off his penis. But just as the head reached her entrance, she pulled his hands away with almost frantic desperation.

"Nooooo... noooo... don't take it out, daddy!" She cried and plonked down hard on daddy's lap once more. Her limbs thrashed wildly, and her entire body spasmed and twitched, every tendon and muscle taut and quivering like a drawn bowstring.

Aristides thought he must have heard wrongly.  "Baby, are you badly hurt? Let daddy get you off me... stay still.... don't move.." he said, his voice shaky.

"No... no... don't ahhhhhh.. don't take it out.... pleasee... dadddy... ahhhh.... fff... ffucckk me...." she whined; she almost couldn't bring herself to say the 'f' word, but she needed it so much, she would die if daddy didn't give her the good fucking she needed. Every fibre in Aristides wanted to give her exactly what she asked for. He didn't want to pull out, even though his better judgment told him to. He wanted to fuck his little angel right here as she straddled the same knees that had dandled her when she was a little girl. She was still his little girl. But she'd also grown into the most adorable and fuckable woman in the world.

Aristides groaned as she milked him. He got up from the chair, his arms still holding her as she was tightly impaled on him, and he laid her down tenderly on the thick, furry rug on the floor, their bodies still connected. he parted her thin legs as far as he could - he thought this position would cause her to open wider; so that it would be easier for her to take him inside.

"Are you sure, angel?" he asked. He desperately wanted to do what his daughter was asking. But he feared hurting her.

"YESSS!!! Dadddyyy.... fffuck me.... nowww" she said, her large brown eyes pleading. Her little cunny felt like it was torn. But  the dull ache was throbbing in the hazy, distant background. What was foremost in her now was a raging fire. The orgasm that would not stop. That kept increasing and heightening. The peaks that got higher and higher. Stronger and stronger. The climax that was going to rise till it escaped orbit. Until she blacked out and died.

"Yeeeeesssssssssssssssss...." she hissed as daddy began pumping in and out slowly. Every inch was pure pleasure. Every ridge and bump made her wiggle her butt in delight. It was pure agony. Pure liquid ecstasy.

As it became apparent that she was dying from pleasure and not just dying, Aristides soon began to pumped his meat into his daughter's sushi with greater gusto. The surf and turf combination was complete now. And her sauces drizzled over it, making it all the more delectable. The final ingredient to this recipe was now his baby making sperm...

Aristides pistoned into his darling's honeyed cunt. His own daughter was cumming uncontrollably on his salami as he raped and distended that virgin flower. Daddy's nine-inches finally pressed in completely, their pubes lightly bumping together, mashing her little clitty into another dazzling burst of pleasure. Aristides felt himself slide past her cervix, into the inner depths, where he exploded into her fertile womb. As Giselle felt daddy's scalding seed coat her insides, she finally reached Everest's peak. She bit down hard on his shoulder, marking him as the stallion that had mated her sex.

"Ahhhhhhhhh... that's it, Giselle, cum on daddy's cock, cum hard on daddy's cock....that's right sweet angel... let it all go...." he stroked her hair as she whined a wordless whimper that spoke of her satisfaction, her sweetness, her completeness.

They lay side by side, panting, on the rug for a long time. Sweaty and sated. Almost an hour, they rested, snuggled together. The door had been unlocked all this while. Aristides held her head close to him, smelling her hair as he sighed contentedly. He was glad the deal with Black had not worked out. What did he want Elizabeth for? The only woman he ever wanted was his own little angel, Giselle.

Giselle too lay in her daddy's arms, resting from her exertions and still pleasantly buzzing from the scotch and the orgasm. She was completely blown away by the pleasure of fucking daddy's long, thick cock. She couldn't wait to feel it inside her again. She did not know at this point, but she would later became so used to daddy's meat that nothing under eight inches ever satisfied her again. Long after she had grown up and married a sweet, dear man, she would still return thrice weekly to visit daddy. And they would spend many a afternoon lunching on surf and turf whilst her husband was away at work, blissfully unaware.

The antique clock in the corner struck ten. Giselle disentangled her sweaty self from daddy's arms and sat up. She pecked him on the cheek. "G'night daddy.... I've got school tomorrow, remember? I should sleep soon."

She pulled on her nightie and picked up her ripped up cotton panties - completely unusable.

"Oh daddy," she said, turning back to speak as she started for the door. "If you want my panties just ask ok? I hate having to wait for a week before my favourite ones finally get washed with the laundry. You can keep this one for the moment, I won't be needing it."

A white, scrunched up ball hit Aristides on the nose and Giselle skipped happily from the room.

All's well that ends well, thought David to himself as he left Aristides' mind.