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 Title: The Art of Seduction


Summary: A daughter challenges her father in the art of seduction.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,young,sex







   "Bullshit" Bill Paxton snorted, as he flipped the cooked burgers from
the grill to a plate.  "Any woman can be seduced."

   "That is the most sexist thing I have ever heard, and I can't believe it
just came out of your mouth" the young blonde behind him exclaimed.

   Bill turned and set the plate of hamburgers at the patio table, then
pulled up his chair to sit.  The 48 year old settled into his chair with a
heavy sigh.  His eyes never looked up from the food piled before him. 
Hamburgers, potato salad, and sliced watermelon made for a simple but
filling meal on a hot Saturday afternoon.

   "It has nothing to do with being sexist" he replied to the figure across
the small table.  "It has to do with mindset." 

   He began to assemble his burger one piece at a time on his plate; not
looking across the table.

   "Look, first of all anyone can be seduced" he said.  "Power, money and
yes sex; are all lures and can seduce someone.  For somethings, women have
a stronger mindset; for men others."

   The slim blonde snorted and shook the curls of hair from her face as she
dug into the food.  "I don't buy it" she told the man sitting across from
her.  "Remember, I was a psych minor in college.  People have the ability
to resist temptation, they just choose not to."

   Bill looked up finally into the blue eyes searching the table for what
she wanted.  "Remember" he laughed.  "Baby, I paid for that college
education if you recall."

   At that, the blonde finally looked up at him.  "Dad" she admonished. 
Bill could only laugh softly at her words.

   Miranda Paxton reminded him a lot of his late wife.  They were both
built a lot alike; slim, blonde, with piercing blue eyes.  Both had hips
that swayed when they walked, and a rack that would draw any mans' eyes. 
More, they had the same sharp wit and keen mind that was rare in any
person; willing to verbally duel, hating to lose.

   As his eyes followed her movements, he felt a stirring in his groin he
felt whenever she was near.  He mentally tried to push the thoughts from
his mind.  The loss of his wife four years ago from ovarian cancer; had
been hard for the entire family, but especially hard for him.  He hadn't
been with a woman since his wife's death, and having an almost spitting
image around him now and then, didn't help his raging libido.

   Her father's silence settled on Miranda, she raised her eyes to stare at
him.  His chiseled features were deep in thought, she watched as his broad
chest rose and fell with his breathing, the hint of muscles rippling
beneath the thin shirt he wore.  She looked at his face, seeing the
direction of his smoky gaze. 

   "My eyes are up here dad" she told him softly. 

   "Sorry baby" her father muttered as he tore his glance away.

   His eyes had followed the swaying movement of her braless breasts
beneath her tank top as she moved.  Watching her nipples press against the
thin material.  Jesus, he needed to get laid.

   "It's OK" Miranda half laughed.  "They tend to draw attention."

   "If they didn't look so damn good" she heard her father reply softly.

   She decided silence was the better reply and pressed back into their
debate.  She loved spending time with her father, especially the spirited
debates they would often get into.  She had sought other men who could
charm and persuade her the way her father could.  She had yet to find a man
who could match him.  One day she hoped to, and when she did, she planned
on marrying him.

   "I just think people can resist, if they really wanted to." She reopened
their discussion.

   "Look at this, all of it.  You have to admit, life has been good to the
Paxton family." Bill settled back in his chair, waving one hand around
himself. 

   "Yeah, so what's the point?" She asked as she shoved a forkful of salad
into her mouth.

   "My point is" her father replied.  "All this is because people,
especially women; can be seduced."

   He saw the puzzled look on his daughters face.  "Baby" he told her "I
sell advertising, advertising that sells products to women.  It's all in
the pitch, the approach."

   "You mean all in the lie" Miranda laughed back.

   "Hey" her father seemed taken aback.  "I don't lie.  Fudge maybe, lie
no. I tell you this dress is going to make you sexier, more desirable.  I
don't say who for, and I don't say compared to what.  So, it does make you
sexier in its own way."

   "You lie" Miranda laughed as she took a small bite.  "You tell me that I
am the most beautiful woman in the world, then I see Angeline Jolie and I
am shattered."

   "Ahhh" he father said.  "But you ARE the most beautiful woman in the
world; to me.  Isn't that all that counts."

   Miranda snorted again.  "Semantics; and you know it.  I don't buy it,
and I wouldn't fall for it."

   Bill's eyes looked sharply at his daughter.  "Are you telling me, you
don't think you can be seduced?" he asked.

   "Nope" his daughter said confidently.  "I don't think I could be
seduced, I believe it's a con and anyone can see through it."

   Her father let the remark go unanswered, and as the afternoon flowed on,
the topics changed from advertising, to politics to the art world Miranda
circled in every day.  But his daughters comment never left his mind as he
watched and listened.  For perhaps the first time, he began to look at her
as not his daughter, but as a woman.  Young, beautiful, intelligent; his
eyes followed her every movement as his mind registered her every word.

   Twenty-eight years ago; his wife had called him beguiling and seductive.
She had told him he could sell ice cubes to an Eskimo and they would buy
them happily.  The pair had enjoyed a loving and adventurous marriage
together.  Some of which their beautiful daughter had never been aware of.
The fact his wife loved sitting in the soft easy chair in their bedroom,
and watching as her husband makes love to another woman.  Or that her
father, had loved the taste and feel of his wife's soft body, after another
man had driven her to the depths of pleasure.

   His wife had claimed that Bill Paxton could seduce any woman, and now
his daughter had just issued him a challenge.  Without even a second
thought, his mind shifted gears.  He watched how Miranda moved about the
patio, the swing of her hips, her gait.  How her heavy 36D breast swung to
an enticing glance.  The way she smiled and laughed.

   He watched as she sipped her wine, noting her reaction, and then
offering a red merlot, seeing her approval in her eyes.  For the first time
in four years, Bill felt himself back in the game.  This time, he didn't
intend to lose.

   He watched how Miranda reacted to his touch, first the flat of his hand
on her back, feeling her press back against his touch; his fingers grazing
her neck, feeling the rise of small goosebumps on her skin.  He smiled to
himself, he would need to move slowly, but he had every confidence in
skills he had not used for so long.

   By the time evening began to fall, he knew more about his daughter as a
woman, than he ever thought he would be interested in.  Time and again, he
just slightly drifted the conversation to her, and her likes.  Cataloging
everything she said in his memory.  He learned her favorite color, her
favorite flower; all the things he had never asked.  By the time dark
arrived and she gathered her purse, he knew already what his next move was.

   As the pair strode to her car in the driveway, Miranda tossed her purse
through the window to the passenger seat.

   "Dad, this has been the best weekend I can remember having in a long
time, thanks" she said turning to her father.

   "It will only get better" he smiled.

   Before she could even react, Miranda felt her father lean in, his lips
softly pressing to hers.  Miranda felt a tremor shoot to her core, as her
belly did a small flip at his deep voice.

   "Oh, and baby" Bill said as he opened her car door for her.  "Next
weekend, wear a dress; those legs are to die for."

   "Ummmmm...OK." was all Miranda could stutter back; as she slid into the
drivers' seat.

   "Night baby" her father clapped the roof of her car.

   "Night dad" Miranda muttered back.  She started the car and slowly
pulling out of the drive way.  As she headed down the street, her confused
mind tried to figure out what had just happened.  He had just kissed her,
not as a daughter, but almost as if she had been his date.  Glancing down,
she saw her nipples straining at her top; Jesus she thought.  What the hell
was wrong with me, her mind asked, stunned.

   A week later, Miranda pulled her car into her fathers' driveway,
shutting off the engine.  She pulled her compact from her purse and checked
her make up.  Oh my God, she thought; what am I doing.  She quickly stuffed
the small silver case back into her purse and stepped out of the car.  It
wasn't until she smoothed down the cloth of her summer dress; she realized
how she was even dressed.  No, she thought, I wore it because I wanted to,
not because he asked me to.  She kept that thought firm in her mind a she
walked the stone steps to his front door.

   As she stepped to the front door, it opened on its own, to find her
father standing waiting for her.  Had he been watching her?  Before she
could ask, she was whisked inside and her father started his usual chatter
about the week.  Miranda quickly slipped into the daughter role, all
previous thoughts drifting from her mind.

   Bill smiled when he saw his daughter at the door.  Her light summer
dress ended just above her knees, showing off her tanned firm legs.  The
heels she wore accented the curve of her calves, something he had always
found sexy in a woman.  He let his eyes travel up her quickly, once again
noticing how her firm, large breasts strained at the top of the dress,
proving once again she had come without wearing a bra.  Her nipples were
evident against the thin material.

   Her eyes had a light liner, and lipstick glistened on her pouty lips. 
She had done herself up, he thought.  She looked stunning to his hungry
eyes.  He made a point of not staring as she moved through the house, his
light banter working to drop her guard. 

   By the end of the first hour, Miranda found herself laughing and sharing
about the art gallery, as if the two had never been apart for the last
seven days.  It amazed her how comfortable she was in his presence.  They
had spent the time walking about the large back yard, talking; as her
father gently guided her with his hand at her bare back.  At first, she had
balked at the touch of his hand on her skin.  Then, slowly, the soft
fingers had brought a sense of warmth and comfort.  When he took them away
to lead her inside for dinner, she almost missed the soft touch.

   Miranda sat at the dining room table as her father prepared dinner. 
"We're eating inside?" she asked.

   "Sure, why not." Bill chuckled.  "Damn hot out there, and it's a nice
change."

   Miranda couldn't argue with either reason.  Still, it nagged at her;
this was somehow different, unusual for the pair.  Yet, she sat stunned as
her father poured a glass of '76 Merlot for her without a word.  She sipped
at the delicious wine, one of her favorites, the sweet taste rolling over
her tongue.  Then, she watched as her dinner plate was set in front of her.
Chicken Kiev it was one of her favorites.

   "Dad" she whispered.  "You didn't have to do all this."

   "I know" was Bills' simple answer.  He bent down to softly kiss her
forehead.  Miranda could feel herself tremble at the soft touch of his lips
on her skin.

   After the delicious meal, Miranda followed her father out onto the
patio. Just where he had told her it was too hot to eat at, yet the thought
never entered her mind.  This time he led her to the bench swing instead of
their customary seats at the table.  Miranda settled herself in as their
banter continued as she talked about the things she had been doing during
their week apart.

   All through their conversation, Miranda felt the soft caress of her
fathers' fingers at her bare back.  Like in the yard, the touch soon became
so common, so easy to accept, it felt natural for his hand to be there. 
She turned in the seat and faced him. 

   "I'm telling you dad" she laughed.  "Sometimes I don't know why people
pay what they do for some of the stuff we sell at the gallery; but they
do."

   Bill laughed back, his voice rich in the dimming evening light.  "That's
because you aren't an art critic darling" his hand slid from her back and
came to rest on her knee.  His touch light on her bare skin.  "You are an
art appraiser.  You're not there to appreciate the art, only sell it."

   Miranda glanced down at the strong hand resting lightly on her bare leg;
she felt a shiver run through her.  She knew she should move her fathers'
hand; but something deeper inside her stopped her.

   "Good thing to" she said quietly.  "Some of that stuff is really shitty,
at least to me."

   "Honey, everything is shitty to someone." Bill laughed, his deep voice
carrying on the evening air.

   She felt her chin tilted up until she found herself staring into his
eyes in the dim light.  "Just like, every woman is beautiful; to someone."

   Miranda could only stare as her fathers' face lowered to hers.  Her mind
screamed no, while her body cried out yes.  Before she could reconcile the
two, his lips were on hers.  She felt him press into her as part of her
simply melted on the spot.  Miranda could feel a heat spread throughout her
entire core that only grew as she felt herself pressing back into his kiss.

   "Mmmmmmmm" Miranda tried to suppress the soft moan that hummed against
their lips.  She felt her nipples harden almost instantly, and a warm gush
soak into the gusset of her panties.  Just as her mind started to awaken to
what was happening, Bill pulled back; leaving his daughter sitting there,
hungry and confused.

   "Sorry baby" Bill told her.  "I have to get up early for a sales meeting
tomorrow."

   "Umm...sure" Miranda stuttered as she gathered her purse and rose from
the swing.

   Again, Bill followed her to the car in the drive way, he could almost
feel the palpable confusion, mixed with desire.  He smiled; close but not
yet.  It had to be willing, and she was still a bit torn.

   As Miranda settled into the drivers' seat, her father leaned down and
softly kissed her cheek.  Then, his warm voice echoed in her ear.  "Drive
safe hun" he softly spoke.  "Oh, and next time; skip the panties."

   Stunned, his daughter couldn't even reply as her father walked back to
the house in the darkness.  As she started the car she thought; no panties,
she couldn't do that.  Then, a violent tremor shot through her body, as a
second gush of warm fluids dripped out of her.

   All the way home, Miranda tried desperately to sort what had happened
tonight.  All the while, a scent kept filling her nostrils that she
couldn't place.  It wasn't until she slipped out of the car at home, and
saw the damp spot on the seat of the car that she realized what the smell
was.  It was HER, a woman in heat that she had smelled.

   Slipping through her door, she leaned back against the cool wood. 
Without a second thought, she leaned down and drove one hand under her
dress, between her spread thighs.  Her head rolled back as she jammed two
fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy.

   She knew it was obscene, it was illegal, hell it was just totally wrong;
and then her mind blanked as the mother of all orgasms ripped through her.

   "Daaaaaaaaaaddd" Miranda moaned, as she mashed her hand against her
aching clit, pure pleasure rolling through her belly.  She could only stand
there and shudder, as her juices dripped to the floor between her spread
feet.

   For the next week, Miranda's mind recoiled at the thoughts that kept
pressing in on her.  Her father; on top of her, as he stared into her eyes.
Him mounting her like some rutting animal, using her body.  Never one to
masturbate much, Miranda found herself, pleasuring herself again and again
to the images.  As the distinction between father and man, began to blur in
her mind.

   By the time Saturday came around, Miranda found herself in a frenzied
state she barely recognized.  As she stepped from her car in her fathers'
drive; she ignored the wet spot she already knew was in the seat.  She felt
her bare thighs rubbing together as she ascended the small walkway. 
Looking down, she could see the pebble hard nipples that strained at her
dress.

   She was a bit disappointed when her father didn't meet her at the door
this time.  One part of her wanted a hug; another, something far different.
While she knew it was wrong, she also knew her lips ached for his.

   She quietly slipped through to the back of the house, as she stepped to
the open patio door, she froze.  He father was standing out on the patio,
without a shirt, working on the grill.  She could only stare at his bare
back as he moved about.  Seeing the muscles only ever hinted at from under
his shirts, ripple across his back.

   "Fuck" Miranda whispered.  She could feel a trickle of moisture run down
a bare inner thigh just standing there watching him.  She knew what she
felt was wrong, but she couldn't stop it any more than she could stop
breathing.

   Bill turned and looked at his daughter.  He had heard her whisper, but
gave no appearance of noticing.  He could see the hunger in her eyes, but
kept his composure. 

   "Hey baby" he smiled.  "Sorry, running a bit late, hope you don't mind."

   Miranda stepped onto the patio, sitting at the small table.  "That's OK
Dad" she replied.  "No hurry on a weekend, right."

   Bill chuckled; "We have all the time in the world darling.  Some
pleasures should not be hurried."

   Miranda almost shuddered at his words.  On one hand they seemed totally
innocent, but the state her mind and body were in; they sent a shiver
through her loins. 

   Her mind tried to reason what was going on with her body, but the easy
banter between her and her father, quickly settled her unease.  Talk
shifted mostly around the art gallery and his work.  She was startled by
how eager she was to hear about his day.  When he told her he had closed a
half million dollar sales account, she was thrilled.

   "God Dad", she almost bubbled.  "That will be a healthy bonus. 
Congratulations."

   Bill sighed.  "Yeah, just now what to do with it" then he laughed.  "Of
course we could always go to Maui for a week."

   "Hawaii?" Miranda almost screamed.  "I would go in a fucking heartbeat
dad."

   Her father looked across the table at her, and she could feel his eyes
traveling over her body.  Instantly, she felt her nipples harden at his
glance.

   "You'll have to buy a new swimsuit you know" Bill told his daughter. 
"Something suited for a tropical beach and a beautiful woman."

   Miranda laughed back; "Right and have all the guys staring at me."

   "Baby" Bill spoke softly.  "You might as well get used to there being a
hard on wherever you go."

   Miranda stared back at her fathers' blatant comment "That's my point,
all those men watching me, getting hard."

   "I wasn't talking about them." Her father answered.

   Before Miranda could answer, Bill rose from the table and took his empty
plate into the kitchen.  When he stood, her eyes dropped to his waist, and
she swore she could see a tenting in his shorts.  He couldn't be, she
thought, not for me.  Miranda shuddered again as a warm gush of fluids
seeped between her bare thighs.

   Just as her thoughts tried to clear, she felt firm hands on her
shoulders from behind.  Then, gently caress down her bare back between the
straps of her dress.

   "You OK hun?" he father asked from behind her.

   Miranda ignored the question, instead focusing on the sensation of his
hands on her bare skin.  She stared down at the half empty wine glass in
her hand.  She forged ahead, wanting desperately to know.

   "Are you hard now?" she asked quietly.

   "Yes" was the simple reply behind her.

   "Why?" she asked, without turning her head.

   She felt her father lean down closer behind her, and then his warm
breath washed over her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

   "Do you really want to know?" Bill asked softly.

   "God help me, yes" Miranda almost moaned.

   Bill slid his hands over his daughters' shoulders; the tips of his
fingers resting just at the curve of her breasts.

   "Because of you" he whispered in her ear.  "You are a vibrant, sexy, and
desirable woman; how could I not be hard."

   Miranda felt her entire body vibrate at her fathers' words.  She felt a
tremendous urge to reach up and take his strong hands, and jam them down
the front of her thin dress.  To feel him touching her in places no father
ever should.  She turned her face towards his in the pale fading light, her
eyes locking to his lips.

   "Kiss me, please" Miranda breathed.

   As his lips closed over hers, the heat in her belly almost erupted.  She
knew, without a doubt, she could orgasm just from his kiss.  No matter how
wrong it might be, she knew she wanted this man more than she had ever
wanted any man in her entire life.

   She looked up into his eyes as the realization came to her.  "You
seduced me" she almost gasped.

   Bill stared back into his daughter clear blue eyes.  His face was calm
and serious.  He knew where things should have been, and also knew exactly
where they really were.

   "Miranda" her father spoke softly.  "I wanted to prove a point, to show
you anyone could be seduced.  Somewhere along that journey, you managed to
also seduce me." He stood and looked down at his daughter.  "Right now, I
want you more than I have wanted any other woman, in a very long time."

   "It's getting a bit late" Bill said as he took a step back.  "It's your
choice; either go home, and chalk this up to too much wine and a foolish
man.  Or, you can spend the night.  It's your decision baby."

   Miranda glanced down at her watch, the glowing numbers showing her it
was 9:10.  Still enough time to be home by ten o'clock.  Or, she could...
She looked up at her father standing beside her.

   "I don't have anything to wear tonight" she tried to answer.

   "I know" Bill replied.  "You won't need anything."

   Oh God, Miranda shivered at what her father was suggesting.  But then,
five minutes ago, wasn't that just what she wanted.  Now, he was offering
her the choice; not forcing or cajoling, but HER choice.

   She watched as he stepped towards the house.  "Dad" she called softly.
He turned and looked at her.  "Where will I sleep?"

   "Wherever you want baby" Bill replied.  Then he quietly slipped into the
dark house.

   Miranda sat on the patio in the darkness...trying to think clearly.  How
wrong this was, how illegal it would be.  Shifting in her seat, she felt
the puddle that had formed under her, soaking the back of her dress.  Not
some simple wetness, god she was SOAKED.

   She rose from her chair and entered the house, closing the patio door
behind her.  In the darkness she walked the familiar steps to the stairs,
and then slowly began to climb up.  As she stopped in front of the closed
door to her old bedroom, her eyes were drawn to the sliver of light down
the hall under the master bedroom door.

   Padding softly down the hall, she slowly turned the knob and opened the
door.  Without a word, she stepped inside.  Her father had left the
bathroom light on; and the door partly opening.  It cast the room in a
soft, indirect light.  Her eyes went to the bed, where she saw HIM
stretched out.  His chiseled chest and his strong arms were on full
display. As her eyes traveled down, she could almost feel her juices
dripping down her inner thighs.

   His hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock.  He was slowly
stroking up and down.  Jesus, she thought, he has to be at least nine
inches.

   "Show me" her father whispered to her.  Her hands found the thin straps
of her dress, and pulled them over her shoulders.  No bra and no panties
meant that with the drop of a single cloth, she now stood totally nude in
front of the man who had given birth to her.

   "Fuck" Bill groaned as his eyes drank her in; as a clear drop of fluid
seeped from the tip of his straining cock.

   "All I know" Miranda spoke as she walked to the foot of the big bed. 
"Is that if you don't fuck me, right now, I swear I will scream."

   "Do I need a condom?" Bill asked, as he watched his daughter kneel on
the bed at his feet.

   "No" Miranda almost growled.

   "You're protected?" he stared as her body slid up his legs.

   "No" Miranda said as she straddled his groin.  Her hand reached down to
move his away as she gripped his pulsing shaft.

   "Baby, I need to get a..." Bill started to turn towards the nightstand.

   "NO!" Miranda spat back.  He turned and saw the fire burning in his
daughters blue eyes.

   "You seduced me" she panted.  "Now...you are going to put every, hot
fucking drop, in my belly."

   Miranda slammed her body down onto her father, feeling his thick cock
rip up into her in one stroke.

   "Aaaggghhhhhhhhhhhhh" Miranda screamed as she felt her belly filled, her
ass cheeks slapping against her fathers' thighs as she settled down onto
him.

   "Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk" Bill moaned, as a furnace of heat enveloped his
cock.  Any thoughts of a condom stripped from his mind by the tight vise
gripping his cock.

   Bill let his hands instinctively wrapped around his daughters' waist
guiding her as she rose and fell on him.  He could hear the obscene sucking
sound as she slid upward, followed by the wet squish as she drove her
dripping pussy down onto him.  He could feel her hot juices drip out to
coat his balls under her; god if she got any wetter she would flood the
bed, he thought.

   Miranda leaned forward as her nails dug into her fathers' chest, trying
to give herself more leverage; to ram his cock even deeper into her.  She
dipped her head and stared down between their coupled bodies, watching as
she rose up, seeing her cream glisten on his shaft.

   "Oh God" she moaned; "so...fucking...good".  Her hips rose and fell with
each word as she felt her walls stretched to a perfect fit inside her. 
Pressing her ass down harder, she felt his engorged head press against her
cervix, a sensation she had never experienced before.  A violent shudder
shot through her body.

   "Ohhhh Goddddd" Miranda wailed.  A week of frustration finally finding
release as the freight train barreled through her. 
"Daddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" she screamed.

   Bill could only watch in wonder as his daughter literally convulsed on
top of him; then a hot, wet sensation as her fluids gushed out over his
groin.  As her walls clamped down on him, rippling, he knew he would last
long either.

   "Oh fuck...Miranda" he gasped.  "I'm going to cum...oh baby."

   "In me, oh God yes, pleaseeeee" Miranda babbled "I want...need...oh
fuck."

   "Miraannnnnnddddaaaaaaaaaaaaa" Bill roared, ramming his hips up into his
daughter; burying his cock as deep inside her as he could.  He felt the
first jet of his seed erupt from the tip deep in her belly.

   "YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" Miranda screamed again; as a second wave of
sheer pleasure tore through her.  She felt her own juices spilling out,
washing over her fathers' belly and groin as the hugest orgasm her mind
could conceive shattered her.

   Miranda could only sit, half limp, straddling her father as her cunt
continued to spasm over and over.  She knew she was squirting, something
she had never done before with a man, but there was nothing she could do to
stop it as all control of her body vanished under her orgasm.

   Bill Paxton felt that primal hunger overwhelm him, he thought it had
died with his wife; but here, now, with his daughter; it roared back to
life.  With a surge, he rolled the pair over, his cock still buried into
her dripping cunt.  Reaching down he gripped her ankles, bringing her legs
straight into the air, spread wide into a V as he slammed deep into her.

   For Miranda, the woman in charge, ever in control; she felt the weight
of her father pin her to the bed as he man handled her body.  His thick
cock pull back and drive into her until she felt her belly want to explode
from being so full.

   With a primal growl, Bill picked up the speed, pounding down into his
daughter.  Watching her tits shake with every blow, feeling her juices
seeping out to run down her ass and soak the bed under her.  His eyes
focused on her face, watching how each stroke hit her; altering his angle
and his pace as she climbed like a rocket under him.

   Miranda stared up at this man who was so loving, so gentle, who was the
perfect father.  Then, felt his thick cock almost split her cunt in half as
he fucked down into her.  The fact that he was doing things to her no man
ever had, bringing her to heights she had never known; that he fit so
perfectly inside her seared into her mind.

   She surrendered to the fact that this man, who was the perfect father to
her, was now the perfect lover; as she felt her gut start to wrench for the
third time in one night.

   "Oh shit, don't stop" she groaned.  "Oh fuck, going to cum again.  Love
you...oh yes...fuck me...fuck me..." she babbled as her body erupted.

   She felt like here belly was turning inside out as her cunt spasmed
around the invading cock.  Her father kept driving into her deeper and
harder with each wave.

   "Gahhhh...arrgghhh...unnggghhh" Miranda could hear her own gibberish as
she felt her drool running down the corner of her mouth.  Then, her cunt
exploded for a third time as her hot juices sprayed out, covering her
fathers' hammering cock and belly.

   Bill Paxton tried desperately to hold onto his bucking daughter.  He
could feel her hot cunt gripping his cock in waves, trying to milk the hot
cum from his balls a second time.  He watched as her eyes rolled back to
only whites, her body shaking and convulsing in raw pleasure under him.

   The fact that it was him giving her that pleasure only fueled his
desires more.  His hips pumping in and out as he felt the knot in his own
belly loosening.  He ignored the light searing as Miranda reached for him
in the throes of passion, her nails raking down his chest leaving long red
marks.  He had born the scars of this kind of battle before from his wife,
now he was receiving them from his daughter.

   Ramming his hips down hard, he sheathed every inch of his cock into her.
The fact he had already pumped her full once, and now was preparing to pour
even more of his baby seed deep into her was all it took to tip him over
the edge.

   With a roar he felt his cock JERK, deep inside his daughters' belly. 
"Fucccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" his voice echoed across the bedroom. 

   Bill released her legs and let his full weight drop down onto her, her
breasts mashing against his chest as he pinned her to the bed under him. 
He felt his balls explode in a searing heat as he pumped a second thick
rope into her fertile body.

   Miranda felt the liquid heat fill her belly, as a fourth orgasm tore
through her now shattered body.  She wrapped her arms and legs around her
fathers' body as he pressed down onto her, trying to pull him into her. 

   The pair rode the final waves together as their bodies slowly began to
come down from the mountain of pleasure.  Miranda stared up at the ceiling
in the dim light from the bathroom, as she felt her father roll to the
side, his breathing still harsh and heavy.

   "Oh my God" Bill reached out and stroked his daughters' face.  "Baby, I
shouldn't have done this to you, I'm so sorry." The remorse was finally
settling in over what had happened.

   "Dad, just shut up." Miranda cut him off.  She turned and looked at his
stricken face.  Here eyes locked with his; "If you don't do this to me at
least once every day, for the rest of our lives; I swear to GOD I will
stalk you, hunt you down and beg you until you do.  Do you understand me?"


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