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 Title: My Daughter's Garter Belt Ch.  03


Summary: Andrea needs her daddy at school.


Keywords: fic,inc



   I was driving home from showing a client a listing I had over in the
Cookie Canyon subdivision.  He hadn't liked the pale blues that the
previous owner had painted the place, and I didn't think that he was going
to buy it.  I really hate losing potential buyers because they don't have
enough brains to imagine a house with different color paint.

   I was driving along and toying with the idea of trying to use my
computer to re-color my pictures of the house so the jerk could see it in
(yuck!) beige and maybe I could make another pitch when my cell phone rang.

   "Mr.  Kent?  This is Ms.  Richter - the nurse at Lincoln High School?"

   Now there are several people that a parent never wants to get a phone
call from.  Calls from the police probably top the list.  But the principal
is way high up there and so is the hospital.  I don't know exactly where
the school nurse falls on the list, but I'm pretty sure she's in the top
10. Maybe the top 5.

   "Yes, Ms.  Richter?" I vaguely remembered meeting her at a school open
house.  She was very pretty, but had gone to some pains to hide her good
looks from the students by wearing shapeless clothes and pulling her hair
into a severe bun.  I suppose it just doesn't do to fuel the fantasies of
the teenage male population any more than can be helped.

   "It's Andrea, Mr.  Kent.  I need you to come down to the school right
away."

   "What happened?  Is she hurt?" I asked, tightening my grip on the
steering wheel.  I listened for an answer but all I could hear was a girl's
voice sobbing in the background before the sound was dampened by a hand
over the mouthpiece.

   "Hello?  Hello?" I practically yelled into the mouthpiece.

   After a moment Ms.  Richter's voice came back.  "Mr.  Kent?  You need to
come to the school.  Right now." Her voice carried a tone of finality, and
the phone went dead in my hand before I could ask her again what had
happened.

   My heart plummeted to my stomach.  I learned right then that every
parent should fear a phone call from the nurse a lot more than one from the
principal.  The worst that the principal can do is to expel your kid, but a
phone call from the school nurse conjures in your mind emergencies and dire
possibilities which are a different matter altogether.  And the fact that
Andrea was a senior in high school and presumably able to take care of
herself did little to alleviate the sudden dread that Ms.  Richter's call
caused me.

   I threw down the phone and turned the car towards the school.  Had that
been my little girl crying in the background?  I began racing towards the
school, the parental urge to take care of his child fueling my speed.  I
had to get to her.  I had to find out what had happened to my daughter.

   A lump of fear settled into my stomach as all kinds of alarming
scenarios ran through my head.  Did she fall down the stairs?  Fall off a
rope and break her leg during gym?  Was she hurt in an explosion in the
science lab?  Each new possibility was wilder and more improbable than the
last, and my heart beat faster as I rushed to hold my baby girl.  I took a
deep breath and tried to reason with myself.  If Andie had been really
hurt, I wouldn't have gotten a call from the school nurse asking me to go
to the school - I would have been told to go to the hospital.  Right?

   I knew that school nurses weren't allowed to treat anything serious. 
The whole world's become too afraid of lawsuits.  Hell, nurses weren't even
allowed to give out aspirin anymore, were they?  I'm not even sure they
have band-aids to put on boo-boos.  So Andrea couldn't be seriously
injured. I almost even believed it.

   And then the other possibility, one that was actually more likely than
Andie being physically hurt occurred to me.  My fear meter shot up and a
nauseating lump of dread settled into my stomach like a wad of unbaked
biscuit dough.

   I had suddenly realized that I had a more personal stake in a call from
the nurse because I had more to fear than other parents who get such phone
calls.  I needed to be worrying about the authorities finding out that for
the last several months I had been fucking my daughter.

   It had started one unforgettable night when I discovered that my quiet,
t-shirt and jeans wearing daughter had a secret side, dressing in seductive
clothes when she was away from the home and giving blowjobs to the boys who
were her dates.  The night I caught her she swore to me that she was still
a virgin, and I believed her.  But after that revelation she didn't stay a
virgin long, not even an hour.  Andrea begged me to be her first lover, and
I had succumbed.  I'd tried to resist, like any good father would.  But
when she was pleading for me to fuck her, standing there in her garter belt
and smoky black stockings with her skirt pulled up so that she could show
me her tiny shaved pussy, I'd had no chance in hell of resisting.

   Andie had never made me feel guilty about what we were doing.  In fact,
we would often only make love after she'd exacted a promise that I wasn't
neglecting my wife, Judy.  Judy was getting more sex now than she was
before, thanks to her daughter.  And Andrea had learned how to please her
father in ways that her mother never had.  It was some kind of cosmic joke
- I had had my daughter so that she could grow up and become my lover.

   And now I was going to pay for taking my pleasure with her, I was sure
of it.  Somehow the officials at the school had found out, and they were
bringing me in so that they could confront me.  Hell, they had probably
even called the police.  Didn't they have to if they thought there was
abuse going on?

   Dammit.  Dammit, dammit, dammit.

   I had known that this day was coming.  A guy can't live with that kind
of behavior hanging over his head without feeling like someday there's
going to be a reckoning.  But that neither of us wanted to stop.  She was
so sweet and so willing that I couldn't resist her.  Andrea was a vision of
teenage lust in nylons, and a perfect lover for any man.  I gladly became
lost in her.

   Resigned to my fate but nourishing the tiny hope that there was some
other reason that Ms.  Richter had called me I drove towards the school.  I
was sick to my stomach trying to decide which I wanted least - Andrea being
sick or hurt, or our secret being found out.  As I drove I began to wonder
just how they had learned about us.

   The cops were going to think that I had been forcing myself on her. 
There was no way that they'd believe anything else.  But it just wasn't
true.  I knew it.

   I remembered the other night when I woke up in bed and couldn't get back
to sleep.  My stomach was calling for couple of graham crackers and a glass
of milk, as it sometimes did in the wee hours.  Judy stopped her gentle
snoring for a moment but didn't wake up as I got carefully out of bed.

   As I made my way to the kitchen I could tell that Andrea was in there,
probably raiding the refrigerator for a midnight snack of her own.  When I
got there the door to the refrigerator was open, spilling its cold light
onto the tiled floor.

   Silhouetted against the glow was my daughter, looking in the open
refrigerator.  She was wearing one of my old t-shirts, which came down just
far enough to cover her ass.  Her legs were bare and white, her tiny feet
crossed at the ankles.  My mouth started to water and my hips jerked in an
involuntary fuck at the sight of her naked legs and gentle curves.  Andrea
was kind of small for her age, but her figure was a perfect wet dream.

   I would have bet my last dollar that she hadn't heard me come downstairs
and didn't know that I was standing behind her.  And I would have lost
every penny of it.

   Andrea reached into the refrigerator and rummaged around for a few
seconds, pretending that she didn't know her dad was behind her ogling her
ass and legs.  She finally emerged with a red apple, which she brought to
her mouth and bit down on hard enough to hold there.  With her hands free,
Andie reached behind her and slowly lifted her t-shirt, wiggling her hips
as she inched it up, baring her taut little ass and then her toned back. 
My dick started to grow at the sight, not caring one bit that it had been
fucking my delicious wife only a couple of hours before.

   Andrea bunched the shirt up over her tiny breasts and then leaned slowly
forward at the waist, putting her head almost into the refrigerator and
poking her little ass out towards me.  Still holding the apple in her mouth
she put her head down, letting her dark hair cover her face and dangle onto
the shelf with the orange juice.  She carefully positioned her hands on the
shelf as if bracing for an assault from behind.  Once her hands were in
place she spread her legs as far apart as she could, presenting her willing
pussy to the room.

   I couldn't believe how hard I was.  Andrea had done it again, somehow
offering herself to me in a way that I couldn't resist.  My dick grew even
harder, moving from `pleasantly erect' to `do something about me now!' As I
crossed the floor Andie pushed up on her tiptoes, her bare heels lifted up
off the floor to make it easier for her daddy to fuck her.

   I stopped behind my little girl and dropped my shorts.  Andrea's bare
ass was tiny and white, and I couldn't resist cupping it in my hands.  It
was firm and round and reminded me of the apple in her mouth, only covered
in soft teenage girl skin.  Someday I was going to have to take the time to
teach my little daughter how to take it in the ass.  But there was no time
now.  She had pushed my dick to the point of no return without even
touching it.

   I slid my hands to her petite waist, and it almost felt like I could
encircle it with my fingers.  I had a little trouble lining up my stiff
dick on her slick pussy, but Andie wiggled her ass around until I suddenly
was probing her entrance.

   I pushed hard and steady into my little girl.  Our fucking her wet
tunnel in recent weeks had done nothing to loosen it.  She was still so
tight that it was almost a fight to get myself into her.  Andie wiggled her
slick hole onto my dick, fighting to push every little bit of it into her.
Suddenly she moaned, a low sexy sound muffled by the apple in her mouth and
I slid all the way into my little girl's pussy.  Her firm ass pressed
against my crotch and I almost came right then.

   As always, Andie's hole quickly became wet and slippery after that
initial invasion.  I was able to start to fuck her, ramming my dick into
her pussy as hard as I could.  I was a madman, and all of the self control
that I prided myself on having in bed with my wife was nowhere to be seen.

   Aside from my guiding hands on her tiny waist and her tunnel gripping my
erection like a firm tiny hand we weren't touching at all.  It was as if
there was no sensation in the universe except Andrea's pussy gripping me,
wetly demanding life itself from the man who made her.

   I came, my back arching and my hips thrusting my dick so hard into
Andrea that her head bumped into the milk carton.  I gritted my teeth to
keep from moaning as the sperm flowed out of me and into my little girl.  I
shook and trembled and spilled my hot love inside her.  Her slick tunnel
invited my seed, but it couldn't hold onto it - there was simply not enough
room in Andie's tiny pussy for anything other than my swollen cock.  Sperm
spilled out of her as quickly as it spurted in, drooling down her firm
white thighs and sploshing onto the floor.

   I had a death grip on my daughter, and I was only able to loosen my
fingers after the last drop of cum had left me.  To this day I'm sure that
I must have left bruises shaped like my fingers on her hips.  But aside
from the little moan that she'd made when I entered her, Andrea hadn't made
a single sound.

   I slid out of her and fell against the counter, glad that it was there
because I could hardly stand on my suddenly weak legs.  My gasping for air
seemed loud enough to wake Judy upstairs, and I struggled to quietly catch
my breath.

   Oblivious to my presence, Andrea stood up straight and tugged her
t-shirt back down over her ass.  It was as if I'd never been there, as if I
hadn't just hurled a load of hot sperm into the wet hole between her legs.
She closed the refrigerator door and took the apple out of her mouth. 
Without a backward glance she turned and walked away.  Amazed at her
indifference, I watched her tiny butt wiggle seductively under the t-shirt
as she left the kitchen.  I could see little rivulets of sperm glisten as
they drooled down her legs.  When she reached the doorway I heard her take
a crunchy bite out of the apple, and she wiggled her fingers over her
shoulder, saying goodnight to her dad.

   As soon as I caught my breath and my legs stopped shaking I cleaned up
and went back to bed with my wife.  I forgot all about my graham crackers.

   - - - - - - - -

   Now I ask you - does that sound like someone who's being forced to have
sex against her will?  Of course not.

   But I wasn't stupid enough to think that anyone else would see it the
way we did.  Andie just liked sex with her father.  And it wasn't like I
thought we were going to stay lovers forever.  Someday she'd meet a boy and
get married, and our relationship would return to normal.  Well, maybe I
could still have her once in a while.  Meantime we loved to love each
other, and had no intention of stopping.

   That is, as long as nobody else found out.

   I turned onto Parker Street, heading towards Ms.  Richter and certain
doom.  There was no other explanation for my summons to the school, at
least not that I could figure out.  As I got closer I tried to figure out
where we'd gone wrong.

   How could it have happened?  I mean, I knew I hadn't told anyone.  And I
was pretty sure that Andrea hadn't.  She had promised me that she wouldn't
on that first night.  Explicitly.  And I knew in my heart that Andrea would
never break a promise to me.  Especially not that one.  Not after all of
our shared intimacies.

   The most likely person who could learn our secret was my wife.  Andrea
and I made certain that she was out of the house or asleep whenever we
fucked, but maybe she had found out somehow.  Maybe she had called the
school because they had counselors and nurses and psychiatrists and would
know `what to do.' Could it have been Judy?

   Ohmigod.

   I suddenly remembered last Sunday, when we hadn't been quite so careful.
Maybe it was Andrea's teasing and my love for stockings that had proved our
undoing.

   The three of us were sitting down to our Sunday dinner.  Andrea was
going to go over to a friend's house later to study as soon as dinner was
over, and Judy and I were going to watch a movie on cable.

   My daughter had on her usual outfit - jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt, her
ever-present backpack on the floor beside her chair.  She seemed to be in a
good mood.  We even got her to smile once when Judy teased her that maybe
she should color her hair blond.

   I was munching contentedly on my salad, happy to be in the company of
the two best girls in the world.  Suddenly I jerked in my seat as something
stroked my crotch through my jeans.  Startled, I looked down at my lap and
was amazed to see Andrea's foot, her toes rubbing gently up and down the
length of my zipper.  But what really got me excited was that her toes were
covered in smoky dark gray nylon.  I looked at Judy to see if she'd noticed
what her daughter was doing, but she was eating her buttered roll and
obviously had no idea.

   As my dick involuntarily pushed against Andie's sole I looked up at her.
Andrea twirled some pasta around her fork and pretended not to notice me
staring at her.  She was doing a damned good job of it, too.  I glanced
over at Judy, who was telling us some story about her boss at work and was
totally oblivious to the footjob her little girl was giving her husband
under the table.

   Andie was slouching a little in her chair to that her foot could reach
my lap.  I realized that she had planned this before dinner had even
started.  Andrea knew her daddy well, and she had learned quickly that
nothing turned him on quite so much as her pretty legs when they were
encased in nylon.  She had put her stockings on under her jeans so that her
mother wouldn't notice.  And then after dinner was started she had just
slipped her foot out of its sneaker under the table.  Andrea had planned
this tease in advance just so that she could make me squirm, ensnaring her
father between his lust for her stockings and fear of getting caught by her
mother.

   I put my hand in my lap and caressed her nylon encased foot, pulling it
against my throbbing cock so that she could feel how hard I was through my
jeans.  My hips thrust my dick against her sole, trying to fuck the bottom
of her foot as if I had no say in the matter at all.  Maybe I didn't.

   Judy got up and went to the kitchen to bring in dessert - a new recipe
for pumpkin pie that she'd gotten from somebody at work.  Andrea waited
until she was out of earshot.

   "Take it out, Dad." Even though she was whispering, Andie's voice was
teasing and demanding at the same time.  I looked at her like she was
crazy, with what I thought was stern denial written plainly on my face.

   "Come on, Dad, you know you want to." That was true enough.  At least my
dick wanted to.  But right here?  Where Judy might catch us?  I'd go and
visit my little girl later tonight and fuck her silly after my wife had
gone to sleep.  That'd teach her to tease her daddy when he couldn't do
anything about it.  I raised my eyebrows, shook my head, and silently
mouthed `no.'

   Andrea leaned forward, her toes still pressing my erection.  I pressed
her silky nylon-covered foot against my straining dick, taking a mute
opportunity while Judy was in the kitchen to show Andie just how hard I
was. She moved her foot up and down against me, her face an expression of
sublime innocence as if she had no idea what she was doing to her father.

   "Daddy?" she said sweetly, her voice a mere whisper.  "If you don't take
it out right now before Mom gets back, you won't see me in stockings ever
again." Then her voice turned hard, and she hissed at me, "I mean it, Dad.
Right now." She pushed her foot against my dick for emphasis.

   Andie smiled at me, pleased with herself for being able to blackmail me
and knowing that she'd win.  She forked the last of her pasta into her
mouth.  I knew that she was probably kidding, but I also knew when I was
beaten.  There was no way that I was going to take the chance that I
wouldn't be allowed to look at her long legs in nylon, that I couldn't
caress them, fuck them.  I started to unsnap my jeans.

   I knew that my daughter had come to love showing off for me and being
fucked by me as much as I loved doing it to her.  She wasn't going to give
it up.  But it was hard to come up with a good reason to take that chance
when her nylon covered foot was already between my legs, gently stroking my
stiff dick.

   I opened my jeans and pushed them down with my shorts as far as I dared.
I figured if I sat close enough to the table that Judy wouldn't see.  My
cock sprang free, searching for my daughter, straining and wanting the
touch of her foot.  I looked down and watched as Andrea slid it gently into
place between my legs, her sole and her toes gently stroking up and down my
erection.  The scratchy friction of the nylon was delicious, and I watched
the head of my dick swell even bigger and turn an even darker pink.  I held
the top of her foot gently against me as she fondled me with her toes.

   Judy came back, carrying three plates of pumpkin pie with spoonfuls of
whipped cream on top.  Andrea made yummy noises as Judy put the plates in
front of us, and the girls dug in.

   I did, too, but I don't remember whether or not it was any good.  I ate
mechanically, my mind consumed by the touch of Andie's sole sliding up and
down my shaft.  I risked a glance down into my lap.  My dick was swollen
and almost bright red, ready to shoot its load onto her foot.  Pre-cum was
leaking out of me, and the sensation of wet scratchy-slick nylon sliding up
and down my shaft was exquisite.  Andrea massaged the fluid into me with a
deft touch that had me ready to explode in no time.  Who ever knew that wet
nylon could feel so good?

   I looked up at Andie, slouched in her chair and innocently forking a
piece of pie into her sweet lips.  She smiled at me.

   "This sure is good pie, Mom," she said, her eyes never leaving my face
as she licked her fork clean.  Knowing that I was watching her, she made
sure to caress the fork with her pink tongue.

   "I'm glad you like it," Judy said.  "I made the crust with cream cheese.
Barbara said that that was the way to make a great crust, and I think maybe
she was right."

   I looked down at my lap again and tried not to gasp as my orgasm neared.
Andrea's tiny foot slid wetly up and down my cock, milking me as thoroughly
as she had ever done with her mouth or her pussy.  The nylon over her toes
glistened with sticky pre-cum.  I imagined her long leg encased in dark
smoky hose under her blue jeans.  The nylons would go all the way up her
thighs and be held up at the top by her dark garter belt.  I knew that my
sexy little daughter wouldn't want her dripping slit imprisoned while she
jacked off her dad, and so she wouldn't be wearing any panties.  I pictured
her tiny shaved pussy leaking her sweet juice straight into the crotch of
her blue jeans.

   That did it.  My hips shook as a giant load of sperm gushed out of me.
Andie's toes caught that first blast, rubbing it up and down the front of
my cock.  I tried to sit still and keep chewing pumpkin pie as hot sperm
rockets squirted out of me over and over.  Somehow she managed to catch
each gooey dollop with her toes, massaging the sperm into my shaft between
spurts.  I tried hard not to look like I was cumming, but I don't really
know how successful I was.

   Judy was talking about her boss, the idiot.  As she rambled on the last
of the sperm left my balls, and I struggled to catch my breath without her
noticing.  Andrea looked at me with a knowing sparkle in her eye, adding
another shared intimacy to our expanding collection of memories.  Its work
for the evening done, she pulled her sopping wet foot back into her lap
with her hand and sat up a little straighter in her chair.

   "You know what my favorite part is?" she said.

   "Nope.  What's your favorite part?" Judy said.

   Andrea's hand appeared from under the table.  She was too quick for Judy
to see, but I was looking, and I saw that her finger was covered in white
goo even before it even got to the pie.  She scooped the last dollop of the
whipped cream from her plate and stuck her finger in her mouth.  She smiled
at the taste, closed her eyes and sucked her finger clean.

   "The whipped cream," she said.

   Judy laughed and said, "After all the work I did on the pie, you like
the topping best.  Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

   "Oh, I did," she said, smiling straight at me.

   - - - - - - -

   As I thought back on that night I realized something.  If Judy had
noticed anything she would have said something right then.  She's not the
type of girl to put off a confrontation.  And the more I thought about it,
the more I realized that she wouldn't call the school if she knew anything
about Andie and me - she would have just ripped off my balls then and
there.

   As I got near the school my fear congealed in my stomach.  I had thought
that I couldn't feel any worse, that I couldn't become any more afraid of
what had happened.  I was wrong.  Two black-and-white police cars were
parked out front of the school, their red and blue lights twirling and
silently casting shadows on the building.  An all-encompassing chill went
through me.  My whole body went cold and I started to shake.  What was the
penalty for incest and abuse, anyhow?  Jail?  Would I become one of those
guys who had to let the neighbors know that I was a sexual predator so that
they could keep their kids away from me?  I was numb from the horror.

   But who had caught us and turned me in?  Obviously it wasn't me.  I was
positive that Andrea wouldn't have done it, and I knew that Judy couldn't
have done it either, because she just didn't know.

   My mind swam as I drove into the school parking lot.  I saw one of the
students walking towards the door, and I had a new idea.  Maybe it was a
student who turned us in.  And as soon as I thought that, I knew which one
had the best chance to know about Andie and me.  Evan.

   It was the afternoon of the homecoming dance.  My wife wanted to take
Andrea shopping for a special dress.  Judy never quite understood her
daughter's disdain for frilly things.  It made me laugh because Andie
always managed to put on a good show of acting disinterested.  Of course I
hadn't known either until I had discovered her garter belt and her
`fuck-me-now' clothes.  But Judy didn't know her daughter as well as I did,
and she practically had to order Andie to go with her to buy something
pretty.  It was a masterful bit of acting on Andrea's part.

   "But, Mom, I can just wear my Christmas party dress from last year."

   "Nope.  A girl needs something special to wear to her last homecoming.
Besides, you're so pretty!  It'll do you good to dress up like a girl for a
change.  Now, come on."

   "Awwww, Mom."

   So they had gone.  When they got back Andrea refused to model her new
outfit for me, claiming that I'd see it anyhow when her date came to get
her.  She vanished into her room to do all of those things that girls do
before a big date.

   "Why does she act like that?" Judy had asked me.  I gave her my
`why-are-you-asking-me-about-teenage-girls' look and shrugged my shoulders.

   "Well, you'll just have to take some good pictures when Evan comes to
pick her up." Judy laughed.  "Since I have to work tonight, that'll
probably be the last time that anyone sees her in it.  You won't forget,
will you?"

   "No.  I won't forget." I was pretty good about taking family pictures.
But Judy was right about one thing - we didn't have too many of Andrea in
dresses.

   Judy left a couple of hours later, complaining about having to miss
seeing Andrea with her date.  But it was her turn to cover the computer
system backing itself up, and the only other person in the office who could
do it was chaperoning a dance at her own daughter's school.  I kissed my
wife and promised one more time to take lots of pictures.

   Evan showed up right on time, wearing a rented tuxedo and holding a
white orchid corsage in his hand.  Just like in the movies, he was the
captain of the football team.  Frankly, I didn't know anything more about
him.  Andrea had dated lots of boys, but he was a new one.  I was sure that
he was no more special to her than any of the rest of them.  But I felt a
strange mixture of smugness and jealousy for him because I knew something
that he didn't - he was probably going the blowjob of his life that night
from my little girl.

   I yelled up the stairs that her date was here, and Evan and I stood
together by the door waiting for Andrea to come down.

   I forgot all about the boy at my side when she appeared at the top of
the stairs.  She was so damned grown-up and alluring that she took my
breath away.  I had seen her in her garter belt and her `fuck-me' outfit,
but that was more of a teenager's idea of sexy clothes than this was.  With
her mother's help influencing her buying choices, Andrea didn't look
anything like a teenage slut.  Standing in front of us was an enchanting
and very sexy young girl, looking desirable and classy at the same time.

   Dark nylon stockings clung to her shapely legs, and she had on a pair of
high heels that I recognized.  They had silver platforms and spike heels
that made her look taller and her legs look longer.  Her dress was a
silvery-black sheath that drew attention to the gentle curves of her hips
and breasts.  I wanted to run my fingers through her thick hair, which had
been burnished to a soft sheen.  She wore a pair of Judy's earrings and her
makeup was soft and seductive, especially her lips, which were an intense
shade of pink that begged to be kissed.

   I'd never seen her so lovely.

   Evan was just as taken aback as I was, and we both stood there
speechless.  And he didn't even know what I had learned from experience -
underneath the black dress her pussy was bare and a lacy garter belt was
resting on her hips holding up the smoky stockings.  I manfully resisted
the urge to kick him out the door so that I could race up the stairs and
fuck my daughter.

   "Well?" she said, smiling down at us.  Andrea did a slow pirouette on
the landing.

   "Holy fucking shit," Evan said, his mouth hanging open.

   "Down, tiger." I put my hand firmly on his shoulder, but I couldn't take
my eyes off her either.  "That's my daughter you're talking about."

   "Sorry, sir," he said to me.

   "God, you're pretty," he said to her.

   Evan and I managed keep from panting as she started down the stairs,
although I'm sure our tongues were hanging from our mouths.  Her thighs
flashed behind the slits in the black dress, and it still amazed me how
graceful she could be in those high heels.  Andrea gave Evan a kiss on the
cheek and introduced us.

   I picked up my camera from the table and said, "Mom's orders."

   I positioned them on the stairs and took a few shots, joking and trying
to make them relax so that the pictures wouldn't look forced.  It wasn't
hard.  Andrea posed like some kind of model, showing off her figure and
flashing a killer smile as if she'd been doing it for years.  I could tell
that the camera was capturing her sparkle.  I had a feeling that Judy was
going to be surprised at how grown up her little girl looked in the
pictures.

   When I had taken enough pictures Andrea said to both of us, "We've got
to go now."

   She came close to me and kissed me softly on the cheek.  I could smell
her perfume; something smoldering and exotic and little girl all wrapped in
one, and I drank it in.

   "Bye, Daddy," she said as she turned to leave.

   I held the door for them and watched my daughter leave the house, arm in
arm with her date.

   "Bye!" I said to their backs.  "Have a good time."

   I closed the door behind them and headed for the study to pay some bills
and download the pictures from the camera.  I laughed at myself when I had
the idea to cut that little twerp Evan out of the shots I'd just taken.  I
tried hard not to be jealous.  Didn't I keep telling myself that she was
going to have to find a lover her own age?  Besides, he was just going to
get a blowjob.  I'd get to have her later, and my daughter still swore that
I was her only lover.

   I had the camera hooked up and was starting the download when I heard
the front door open and the distinctive sound of high heels slowly clacking
through the house towards me.  Andrea must have forgotten something.

   I stepped out from behind my desk so that I could see through the
doorway.  Andrea walked up to me with a knowing smile on her lips and a
twinkle in her eye.  Her hips swayed gently under the dress, which sparkled
in the light from the desk.  Without a pause she dropped her little clutch
on the easy chair, threw her arms around my neck and mashed her pink lips
against mine.

   I held her slender body in my arms and kissed her ferociously.  How
could a man feel so much desire for his own daughter?  Somehow the
frustration of seeing her so damned sexy and leaving with another boy all
flowed out of my kiss and vanished deep inside her.  My hands traveled down
her sides, caressing her lithe figure through the sheer fabric of the
dress. Andrea returned my kiss, drinking desire from me as if she needed it
to live.  The air became short and hot, and we finally had to stop.

   Panting, she said, "I don't have much time.  Evan's waiting in the car.
You looked so forlorn that I just couldn't leave." She looked into my eyes.
"Take me.  Take me now," she whispered.

   I ground my dick into her tummy and kissed her again.  Panting, she
stepped away from me.

   Andie braced herself on the chair while she kicked her high heels off.
They clattered to the floor and she kicked them out of the way while she
raised her dress up over her tiny hips.  Sure enough she had no panties -
just a frilly garter belt holding up her dark nylons.  Andrea threw herself
back into the easy chair and pulled her knees up to her chest, wiggling her
butt as she settled herself comfortably.  She spread her legs wide so that
her bare pussy was exposed and ready for her daddy.

   I practically drooled at the sight.  Her dark nylons ended just below
her crotch, making her upper thighs look even more milky white.  It was
easy to see how excited she was.  Girl cum drooled from her slit, washing
her pussy in so much liquid that it glistened in the light from my desk. 
Her puffy outer lips were the pale creamy color of the rest of her skin,
but her swollen inner lips were a bright pink that almost matched her
lipstick.  Andrea kept herself shaved, which had the surprising effect of
making her puffy slit look even tinier.  I knew that she did it just for
me, and a little moan escaped my lips.

   She giggled at the look of lust on my face and crooked her finger at me.

   I dropped to my knees in front of my daughter and covered her little
pussy with my open mouth.  Andrea gasped and tangled her fingers in my
hair, holding me in place between her legs.  I lapped at her slit, slurping
her delicious teenage cum.  It was tangy and sweet and young, and it caused
my dick to harden even more.  Andie moaned as I roughly gnawed her with my
lips, chewing and kneading her swollen sex.  I flicked my tongue over her
clit and she immediately responded, panting as a monster orgasm rocketed
towards her.

   "Hurry, Daddy," she whispered.  She had a hard time getting the words
out, and she closed her eyes as her pussy took her to that place that she
loved so much.

   I raised my head from my daughter's lap and unzipped my pants.  I
practically tore them as I pushed them down, freeing my massive erection
which was dripping cum of its own.  I lined it up on her bare slit and
pushed myself in.

   Andie squealed as I forced the head of my dick into her.  She wiggled
her little ass in an effort to ease my entry into her tight pussy.  Before
I was even all the way inside her she started to cum, her whole body
shaking as her eyes lost their focus.  There was nothing gentle, nothing
seductive about this coupling.  It was raw and fierce.  My daughter buried
her face in my shoulder and moaned as I pumped myself in and out of her.  I
could feel her nylon covered feet bouncing on my ass.  I think I might have
cried out loud as I began to cum.

   I arched my back and spewed hot sperm into my daughter.  It spilled out
of her almost as fast as it went in.  Andie reached between her legs,
caressing my pumping shaft and her soaking pussy as she gathered the white
goo with her fingers.  I put my hands on her nylon covered knees to hold
myself up and looked at the most erotic sight in the world - my lovely
daughter with my swollen dick buried inside her, hot sperm splashed all
over her pussy, her thighs, her hand.  Andie brought her fingers to her
lips and licked them clean of our juices and then reached between us so
that she could gather more.  I wished that that moment would never end,
that I could always see her ripe body cumming while she lapped my seeds
from her fingertips.

   But my balls had a different idea, and as they emptied themselves I
slowed my pumping and finally stopped.  I took a deep breath, braced myself
on the arms of the chair, still panting, and pulled out of her with a wet
`plop.' After all, Evan was waiting.  Andie immediately covered her little
slit with her hand, using her palm as a scraper to wipe herself dry.  I'd
never seen her more damned sexy, licking her palm clean, her legs still
spread wide and her puffy pink slit begging for more attention.

   "Oh, God, that's good," Andrea whispered as she found the last drop of
sperm on her palm and licked it off.  She was still breathing deeply, but
the panting of moments ago had been brought under control.  Andie put her
tiny nylon-covered feet on my chest and gently pushed me away from her.

   "I'm sorry, Daddy, but Evan's waiting.  I told him I'd just be a couple
of minutes," she said reluctantly as she got up from the chair.  I stood up
and fumbled my pants back together.  Andrea smoothed her dress back down
over the tops of her stockings, and in a flash she changed from
`just-fucked-slut' into `high-school-girl-going-to-the-dance.' It was
amazing.

   Andrea looked around the floor, found her shoes, and toed her feet into
them while she braced herself with her hand on my chest.  One by one she
lifted her feet so that she could fasten the little straps around her
ankles.

   "I couldn't stand leaving you here thinking that I wasn't dreaming of
being with you all night.  And it isn't every grown man who gets to have a
teenager on homecoming night.  Besides, I know you wanted me in my new
dress - I could see it in your eyes.  Are you better now?"

   My voice gone, all I could do was nod.  My God.  How did she know me so
well?

   She put her foot down, a few inches higher with her heels on and tall
enough for me to easily take in my arms.  Andie smiled up at me and said,
"I love you, Daddy." I put my arms around her tiny waist and leaned down to
kiss my little girl.

   Andie returned the kiss passionately, putting her arms around me to hug
me close and pinning my returning erection against her belly.  She giggled
and said, "Dad!  I can't believe you're getting hard again!" I bent a
little lower so that I could wrap her tightly in my arms and lift her from
the floor.  Andrea giggled, wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered
softly in my ear.

   "Well, one of your girls is going to get lucky tonight.  Maybe I'll beat
Mom home and it'll be me." As I set her back down she drew her finger
across my check and gave me a quick kiss goodbye.

   She turned to leave and practically ran into Evan, who was standing in
the study door.  He looked kind of flustered and embarrassed, and at the
time I thought it was because he'd wandered back into the house uninvited.
Or maybe because he'd caught his date in her father's arms, kissing him
goodnight on the cheek.  It certainly couldn't be because he'd seen her
fucking her father - no high school boy could maintain his composure after
seeing that.  Captain of the football team or not.

   "I got to wondering where you were, and I came in to see.  I hope it's
all right?" he said.

   Andrea laughed, a musical sound that would enchant any boy she cared to
use it on.  "Silly boy.  I just had to get my cell phone and tell Daddy
goodnight before I left again.  Let's go!  G'night, Daddy."

   Andrea put her arm in Evan's and they left again.

   - - - - - -

   As I walked up the sidewalk to the school, I replayed that night in my
head.  We had assumed that we hadn't been caught; that Evan had arrived
after we were finished.  But maybe not.  Was it really just embarrassment
on Evan's face?  Or was it more like horror?  Just how long had he been
standing there?

   The more I thought about it, the more it made sense.  A high school boy
who found out about something like that would think that he was protecting
his poor abused girlfriend from her monster of a father.  And he'd be
pretty likely to go to the authorities that he was used to - the school. 
It all fit.  Even though we didn't think it had happened at the time, Evan
must have seen us and turned us in to the school nurse, who had called the
police.

   My teeth actually started chattering, I was trembling so hard.  And the
lump of dread in my stomach had turned into something alive, chewing on me
from inside like the creature from `Alien.' It hurt, and I wished I could
make it stop.  Of course there was nothing I could do but walk into the
school to face my fate.  I got out of the car and walked to the school.

   Inside I could see two uniformed policemen talking to the principal near
the den of offices that the school staff used.  All three of them looked at
me for a second but went right back to their conversation.  I walked toward
them, my heart in my throat.  Obviously they didn't recognize me as the man
they were here for.

   I had almost reached them and was about to introduce myself when Ms. 
Richter came out of the office behind them.  She looked a little surprised
to see me, but then beckoned me around the men to follow her.

   She led me past the Principal Barger and the policemen, who all went
silent as I walked past.  We walked down a short hallway past the
vice-principal's office.

   "I'm sorry about all this, Mr.  Kent.  It never rains, it pours."

   I had no idea what that meant.  She was leading me towards the
principal's office at the end of the hall, and I knew that that was where
they were going to confront me.  They probably just wanted to get their
facts straight before they came in to gang up on me.

   As we went past the nurse's office, I glanced casually inside.  There
was a girl sitting in a chair, sobbing quietly, her eyes red and her face
puffy.  She didn't notice me because her attention was on the doctor's
table next to her.  A boy I recognized as one of the students was holding a
bloody bandage to his side.

   Ms.  Richter looked back and saw me pausing in the doorway.  She came
back a few steps so that she could explain what had happened.  The boy and
girl were too wrapped up in their own miseries to hear her low voice.  "We
had an incident today outside the school.  There was a fight over Maggie,
and Greg got cut with a knife.  It wasn't too bad, and he's waiting for his
mother to pick him up and take him to his own doctor.  Of course, that's
why the police are here.  We have to report incidents where weapons or
injuries are involved."

   Although I was staring straight at the aftermath of the fight I just
couldn't believe my eyes.  In the last fifteen minutes my mind had gotten
too used to the idea that I was about to be shown up as the monster who was
molesting his daughter, even if I couldn't figure how they had learned
about Andie and me.  I just knew that the police were here for me, not to
file some report about a teenage fight over a girl that got out of hand. 
Maybe they were here for both of us.  Yeah, that was it.  They were going
to fill out some paperwork on the fight and then confront me in the
principal's office.

   "Mr.  Kent?" Ms.  Richter's voice called me back from my daze.

   I turned to look at her and said, "Yes?"

   She read something in my eyes.  Of course she wasn't reading the whole
truth, far from it.  She didn't know that I'd come here thinking that our
little secret had been found out, that I'd been making love to Andrea.  But
what she did see made her raise her fingers to her lips in surprise.

   "Oh, my.  I hope that you didn't think that Andrea was involved in
this?" The look on my face gave her an answer, just not the right one. 
"Oh, I am so sorry.  She had nothing to do with this.  I guess in all the
confusion I didn't explain myself on the phone very well.  We've never
really had anything like this to deal with before, and I was on the phone
with you when they came into my office.  Andrea's down here, waiting for
you in Principal Barger's office." She held her hand out, beckoning me
farther down the hall.

   Stunned, I followed.

   When I reached her Ms.  Richter put her hand on the doorknob to the
principal's office and stopped.  She spoke softly, knowing that Andrea was
on the other side of the door and obviously not wanting her to hear.

   "Andrea began crying in her psychology class, and she couldn't stop. 
She couldn't explain why to Mr.  Hardy and she was disrupting class, so he
gave her a hall pass and sent her to me.  I didn't have much luck getting
an explanation either.  She says she's not hurt, and that she's not sick.
But she did say that it had something to do with family, and that she'd be
all right if she could just see you.  It's really most unusual.  I was
calling you just to discuss it.  We can't have students disrupting class
for no good reason.  But she was obviously in some distress.  Then Greg
came in bleeding and it just seemed easier to tell you to come in.  I hope
it's all right."

   "Of course," I said.  My thoughts were scattered and racing.  I had just
been through too much.  Andrea wasn't hurt, Andrea wasn't sick, and our
secret was apparently safe.  My brain lurched as I tried to switch gears
from guilty suspect to concerned father.  Why was she crying?  Did it have
something to do with our affair?  Maybe she was feeling guilty and was
about to turn me in, but wanted to tell me about it first.  Maybe Evan had
hurt her somehow.  I was gonna kill the little bastard.  My mind was
reeling.

   Ms.  Richter opened the door to the principal's office to let me in
first.  It was a large office, more nicely furnished than you'd expect for
a public school servant.  There were several chairs and a large cherry
desk. Morning sunlight shone in from a row of windows that looked out over
the front lawn of the school.  One wall was covered with certificates and
degrees and awards.

   Andrea was sitting on a chair in front of the desk.  When she turned to
see who was in the doorway, I could see that her eyes were puffy and wet.
My heart went out to my little girl, who had definitely been crying.

   Andrea squealed, "Daddy," and stood up and rushed over to me, wrapped
her arms around me and put her head on my shoulder.  I held her in my arms
as parents sometimes have to, trying to comfort her but not really knowing
what the problem was.  As I patted her on the back Ms.  Richter said,
"Well, I'll leave you two alone.  I have to see to Greg and talk to the
police.  Are you going to be all right now, Andrea?"

   Andie nodded wordlessly, her head bobbing against my shoulder as Ms. 
Richter watched from the doorway.  It took her a moment to be satisfied
that this was what Andrea really wanted, and I'm sure that if she hadn't
had a knifing to deal with that she wouldn't have left us alone.  She
wanted to know what had caused Andie's crying jag as much as I did.  But
she had bigger things to worry about.  "I'll be around if you need me," she
said, and pulled the door shut behind her.

   I put my arms on Andie's shoulders and pushed her back a little so I
could look her in the eye.

   "It's all right, baby.  I'm here now.  Now what's the matter?"

   Andrea palmed her eyes dry so that she could see me better.  She looked
at me and I could tell that she knew what she wanted to say, but she
couldn't get the words out.  As she faltered she became embarrassed, and
her face turned pink.

   She took a deep breath and I thought she was going to talk to me, but
instead she walked over to the windows and began closing the blinds, moving
down the wall so that she could get all of them.  Her voice was low and
self-absorbed, almost as if I wasn't even in the room.

   "I had to," she said.  It sounded like she was trying to convince
herself as much as me.  "I just couldn't wait until tonight to see you.  I
know I shouldn't have done it.  But I knew that you'd be done with your
first appointment, and I couldn't think of any other way."

   I was aghast.  All of the worrying that I had done, all of the guilt and
stress of the last twenty minutes had been because my little girl wanted to
see me?  Why didn't she just call?  What was so damned important that
couldn't wait?  Didn't she know what she'd put me through?  I could feel
myself going into mad-daddy mode, and it didn't bode well for Andrea's
selfish scheming.  I held my tongue and tried to count to ten so that I
wouldn't blow up at her.

   Finished closing the blinds, Andie had made her way around the
principal's desk to the door.  I couldn't fathom why, but she turned the
key to lock it before she came back to stand in front of me.

   "Please understand, Dad." Her voice was nervous, but with an
undercurrent of apology running through it.  She was asking and explaining
at the same time, and I could tell she was worried about what I might say.
"I can't help it.  It'll just be the one time, I promise.  I just had to. I
won't ever cry in class and make them call you down here again.  I
promise." Andrea solemnly crossed her heart with her finger.  "Besides,
it'll just be a quickie."

   Ohmigod.  My mouth fell open in amazement and I went dizzy with the
realization of what she wanted and how far she had gone to get it.  I
understood better now, but I liked it less.  Andie had pretended to be
upset just because she wanted me to fuck her.  In the principal's office,
no less!  I had thought that I was giving her all the sex she needed, but
now it looked like her desires were getting out of hand.  What kind of girl
had I turned her into?

   "You've got to be kidding me," I practically yelled.  "Don't you know
what you did to me?  Don't you know how worried I was when I got a phone
call from the nurse?  " I lowered my voice to a harsh whisper.  "And all
you wanted was for me to come and fuck you?"

   I know I was looking daggers at her, but I couldn't help it.

   Unfazed by my anger Andie turned on her puppy dog eyes and stuck out her
lower lip.  Her feigned guilt didn't fool either one of us, and we stared
at each other for a minute.  I couldn't hold my anger even though I tried
not to let it show on my face.  She was so damned cute standing there.  I
felt frustrated and mad and exasperated.  I wanted to stay angry at her. 
But how many times are you needed so badly in your life?  Besides, I wanted
her, and we both knew it.  I fought to stay stern and cold, but apparently
I didn't manage it well.  My eyes must have given me away, because her lips
gradually turned into a huge and knowing smile.

   Andie looked down at the button on her jeans and began to unfasten them.
"We have to hurry, Daddy.  I don't know how long it'll be before Ms. 
Richter comes back." Andie kicked off her sneakers, unzipped her jeans and
pushed them down.  I stared at her, fascinated as I always was by the sight
of her long bare legs and her taut tummy.  But I wasn't as willing as she
thought I was.  I was definitely going to have to teach her a lesson about
what she could and couldn't get away with around her father.

   Andie kicked off her jeans and panties.  She looked at me long enough to
see that I hadn't made a move yet.  "Hurry up, Dad," she said impatiently.
Her breasts bobbled free after she threw off her t-shirt.  Her young body
was white and perfect, and I wondered again why she wanted anything to do
with an old guy like me.  She stood there waiting in nothing but her white
socks, certain of her attractiveness and keen for her father.  Apparently I
wasn't moving fast enough because she crossed her arms under her bare
breasts and raised one eyebrow at me.  I reached down and slowly unzipped
my jeans and pushed down my shorts.  My fully erect cock sprang free,
anticipating a visit to my daughter's tiny pink hole.

   Satisfied that I was finally getting ready to fuck her, Andrea turned to
Principal Barger's desk and leaned over it, moving stuff out of the way. 
God, would I ever learn to resist the call of her white ass and naked legs?
They begged me to fuck her, to hurl myself inside her while she was bent
over the desk.  The only reason I was able to defy my begging dick at that
instant was because I knew I'd have her soon.  And because sometimes a
father's duty comes before his pleasure.

   I stepped up beside her while she was moving Mr.  Barger's calendar and
tangled my fingers in her hair.  It was silky and soft, and Andie closed
her eyes and moaned a little.  She obviously thought my touch was a prelude
to a caress.

   Once I had a good grip on her short locks, I pushed her face down
towards the top of the desk.  She resisted at first, but then she thought
that she was being positioned so that I could fuck her from behind and she
willingly bent over.  She whispered, "Like this, Dad?" She turned her head
so that her cheek rested on the dark cherry wood and I tightened my grip on
her hair.

   She had always kind of liked having her hair pulled, so she didn't
realize my ulterior motive.  I had never done anything to her that she
hadn't wanted, that she hadn't begged for.  So the thought never crossed
her mind that by being held bent over the desk she was very vulnerable.

   I jerked her head and bent low so that I could hiss in her ear.  All of
the fear and frustration that I'd held inside bubbled out of me, and I made
no attempt to hide the anger in my voice.  "I can't believe you did this to
me.  I don't care how damned much you want me, you cannot just arrange to
get laid because you feel like it."

   Her face was turned away from me, but I saw her eyes open wide in
surprise.  I wound her hair tighter in my hand, gripping it near the scalp.

   "I haven't had to give you a spanking in years, but I don't know what
else to do.  You need to be taught a lesson.  Maybe next time you'll think
twice about pulling a stunt like this."

   "Daddy!  No!" Andie tried to wiggle out from my grip.

   I held her down firmly with one hand, and swatted her ass.  Hard.  Andie
yelped in surprise and pain.  I hit her again as she struggled to stand up.

   "Daddy!  No!  Wait!"

   I pushed her head hard back down onto the desktop and paddled her bare
little butt.  I smacked her hard, over and over again, and if her ass hurt
half as much as my palm did then she was smarting pretty good.  With each
smack her ass turned a deeper shade of pink - a rosy color which was all
the more striking next to the creamy white skin of the rest of her.  I
hoped that the distinctive sound of a hand slapping flesh wouldn't carry
through the closed door and down the hall, but I almost didn't care.

   Andrea squealed with each slap.  After a few good spanks she started
crying out loud, and this time her tears weren't just to fool some
teachers. She jerked and yelped with each slap but she tried very hard to
keep her voice down so the sounds of her punishment wouldn't carry to the
hall.  She resigned herself to her paddling and didn't try to get away,
sobbing onto the desktop as her whole body rippled with each blow.

   Andie's ass squirmed between slaps, wiggling and shaking with each
bare-handed smack.  I couldn't believe how hard the sight of her bare rosy
bottom was making me.  Tears fell off her face and splashed on Mr. 
Barger's dark cherry desk, but I didn't stop.

   Occasionally I spanked Judy just because she liked a little bit of pain
mixed with our lovemaking.  But this was different.  This wasn't a spanking
just because she wanted the extra arousal.  I was spanking my daughter for
a real transgression that required a real punishment.  To my surprise that
made the whole thing much more erotic than anything I'd done before.  I was
a man in a daze, spanking my daughter's ass while I held her down.  My dick
grew harder with each slap, and I suddenly realized that it was about to
shoot cum all over her ass without my dick even touching her.

   I let her go.

   Andie stood slowly up and turned to face me, her eyes puffy and wet as
she got her crying under control.  She wiped the tears from her eyes with
the palms of her hands and stood naked in front of me.

   "I said I wouldn't do it again." The complaining tone in her voice was
tempered with a tinge of fear.  I could see that she resented being handled
this way, and she didn't want to accidentally set me off again.  Andrea
reached behind her with both hands and cradled her sore ass, which made her
wince.

   "The fact that you did it even once is enough to make me question your
judgment."

   My daughter sniffed and gently rubbed her butt as she struggled to get
her breathing back under control.  She wiped her tears away again, and
defiantly said, "So, do I get my fuck now or what?"

   I chuckled.  I never had any intention of skipping her fuck.  Besides, I
kind of figured that after all her subterfuge with the school that she had
earned it.

   Andie took my laugh for consent.  She stared at me a moment, resentment
and lust mixed on her face under the last of her tears.  She sniffed and
put her hands behind her on the edge of the desk.  She hoisted herself onto
it, sliding her little butt onto the tiny drops of tears that she'd left
behind.

   Andie leaned back and spread her legs as far apart as she could, which
was pretty damn far.  She put her heels in their white socks on the edges
of the desk.  She was so damned sexy.  It was as if her legs became a
lustrous funnel channeling all of my thoughts, all of my attention, all of
my need towards the little pink slit between her legs.

   Her bald pussy reminded me of her eyes, puffy and pink and swollen and
wet.  It looked as if the slightest touch might cause her to cum, and I
wondered just what that spanking had actually done to her.  Her slit
glistened, her shiny girl juice calling my tongue, my nose, my dick.  It
oozed from her, mixing with her tears on the desk.

   I sat down on one of the chairs in front of the desk and lowered my face
between her legs.  I paused, teasing, and Andrea pushed her crotch up,
trying to touch my mouth with her clit.  I moved away, denying her the
touch of my lips.  Then, suddenly, I flicked my tongue over her clit, once,
twice.  With each touch a spasm rippled through her body, starting at her
pussy and traveling up through the muscles of her tummy like a pebble
thrown in a lake.  Andie whimpered, a sound I'd never heard her make
before.

   I looked at her face.  Her eyes were closed, tears were running down her
cheeks again, and her breathing was ragged and edgy as she fought for air.
Her disheveled hair fell about her face.  I leaned in again and took one
long lick of my little girl's opening, slurping every drop of juice from
her hole to her clit and ending in a little flick of my tongue..  She
gasped again, and breathlessly pleaded, "Oh, please, Daddy." Begging. 
"Please?"

   I stood up, my dick practically dripping pre-cum.  As I looked down at
my daughter I realized that I'd never seen her naked in the daylight
before. Our trysts before had always been at indoors at night, and only
sometimes with the lights on.  The sunlight leaking through the blinds
striped her skin, and I noticed how flawless she was from tip to toe.

   I took hold of my dick and lined it up on her little hole and pushed.

   The ripples that had been traveling through her tummy engulfed her whole
body, shaking her in huge spasms as I slowly pushed my way into her. 
Andie's orgasm was like I'd never seen before, consuming her from the
inside out.  Instead of riding her orgasm, it rode her, and hard.  Her
usual cool manner when we were fucking vanished, memories made cool and
distant in the fire of the moment.  My little girl convulsed around my dick
as I started to fuck her.

   "Oh, Daddy!  Oh, Daddy!  Oh, Daddy!"

   I fucked her deliberately, trying hard not to succumb to the urge to
hurl myself into her like a freight train.  Her pussy gripped me like her
wet hand, soft and so tight that it caused us both to heat up with the
extra friction.  Andie surrendered her spirit to her cumming body and the
man who gave her life.  She was a little girl lost.

   I slid my hands down her legs until I could grab her ankles.  I pushed
her feet up until they above my head and then I spread them as far apart as
I could.  I fucked her harder, giving in to the need that both of us had to
fill the space between her legs with sperm.  My daughter was a wanton
picture of sin beneath me, an innocent angel in white.  I'd never felt so
damned hard or so damned needed.  My breath failed me, and I felt faint. 
My long deep strokes grew slower, and I pushed her farther onto the desk as
I neared the end.  Suddenly I came, the sperm erupting from my dick in
waves, splurting and gushing life into her.

   I fell onto her, almost crying myself from the joy of being hers.  She
wrapped her arms gently around me and whispered in my ear as I spasmed in
her wet pussy.  "That's it, Dad.  Oh, God, I needed that.  You feel so good
inside me." She stroked my hair as I pushed myself and my cum inside her.
She whispered in my ear, "I love you, Daddy.  I love you, Daddy."

   She twirled my hair in her finger as I finished spilling myself into
her. She was mother, daughter, mistress and wife all rolled into one.  I
loved her so very much.  I slid in and out, each thrust longer and slower,
each ending with a smaller gush of sperm shooting into her.  Then there was
no more left.  I slowed and stopped, cradled in my daughter's arms.  Andrea
wrapped her silky smooth bare legs around me and we rested in each other's
embrace.

   Finally I caught my breath enough to rise.  I put my palms on her
breasts and pushed myself upright.  She gave a little wiggle under me,
pleading silently for more fucking, more sperm, but there was none to be
had.  Andie moaned a little in disappointment as I pulled myself from her
and let her go.

   I tried to maintain some dignity, but it's very hard to do when you're
breathing hard and your dick is dripping and hanging free from your pants.
I put it back and zipped up while Andie lowered her legs to the floor and
stood up.

   "God, I needed that," she said, brushing her hair back from her face and
grinning at me.

   Andrea bent over to pick up her clothes from the floor.  Her pink little
ass called to me, and I was disappointed that I couldn't just take her
again.  On the other hand, we were in the principal's office, and it
probably wasn't a good idea to push our luck.  I remembered how horrified
I'd been only a little while before when I thought that we'd been caught.

   Andie took her panties and balled them up and held them up so I could
see.  She said, "Wet spot!" Then she giggled and turned to wipe the cum and
tears from the principal's desk.

   I watched Andie throw the wet panties into her backpack and quickly
finish getting dressed.  She pulled her pants up over her dripping crotch,
and I knew that she'd spend the rest of the day leaking straight into her
jeans.

   I chuckled and nodded towards her crotch.  "Wouldn't you rather have on
a pair of panties?"

   She laughed.  "I told you I didn't plan this.  I didn't bring another
pair, and these are to cummy for me to wear now.  Besides, I want my jeans
to rub against me so they'll remind me of your dick day long."

   I smiled at her as she zipped her jeans up with an air of finality.  She
threw her backpack over her shoulder and suddenly looked like a high school
senior again.  One who never thought of boys and sex and would never ever
in a million years think of banging her own father.

   I opened the blinds while Andie put the stuff back on the desk as best
as she could remember.  I cracked the windows, hoping to dispel some of the
scent of wet girl before Mr.  Barger came back.  We met by the door and I
unlocked it so that we could leave.  I ruffled my daughter's hair and said,
"So.  We aren't going to try this again, are we?"

   "Nope."

   Andie rose on her tiptoes so that she could give me a kiss on the cheek.
"But it was wonderful, and I'll never forget it.  Thank you, Daddy."

   Just then Ms.  Richter opened the door.

   "Are we OK in here?" she asked.

   Andie and I looked at each other, our eyes sharing a laugh at our
secret.

   "Yes, " I said.  "Andrea just had a little personal problem which she
needed to talk over with me.  She's all right now, and I've had a
discussion with her.  She's promised that she won't disrupt class again,
and that if she has a similar problem in the future she will just have to
wait until she gets home to take care of it.  Isn't that right, Andrea?"

   Andie nodded solemnly, reverting back to her quiet personae in the
presence of the school authorities.

   Ms.  Richter looked at her closely, but seemed satisfied with the
answer. "Well, I'm glad that's all settled.  Is there anything you want to
tell me, Andrea?" Andie shook her head.  Ms.  Richter gave her a little hug
and said, "Well, if you ever need me, the door is always open." She stepped
out of the doorway, inviting us to leave the office.

   "Can we have just one more minute, Ms.  Richter?" said Andrea.

   "Sure.  I think Mr.  Barger is going to be a little while longer.  But
you need to get back to class, so don't take long.  Come and see me to get
your hall pass when you're ready."

   I put my hand out.  "Thank you so much, Ms.  Richter.  You'll never know
how much you did for us today."

   She looked at me curiously and shook my hand.  "Not at all, Mr.  Kent.
You're quite welcome." She left.

   I turned to Andie and asked her, "What is it?"

   I had no idea what she wanted, but now that she had my attention she
became flustered.  She blushed a bright pink that matched her paddled
bottom and her naked pussy, which was probably still dripping all kinds of
cum into the crotch of her jeans.  She was so damned cute my heart swelled
with longing and pride.  I couldn't believe that after all the things that
my daughter and I had done together she was embarrassed in front of me.  I
hadn't seen her this shy since the day our affair had started when she'd
lifted her skirt and shown me her garter belt and bare pussy.

   "What?" I said again, a trace of impatience in my voice.

   She grinned up at me shyly and said, "Daddy?  When I get home from
school would you please spank me again?"


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