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 TITLE: Perfume - Totally Exposed

   Copyright (C) 2009, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: Mg

   SUMMARY: If you haven't read the Perfume series then this story may not
make much sense.  This was written especially for the faithful Perfume
series readers.  It explains about the author and his relationship with his
own 10-year-old daughter.

   ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction.  It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such
material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this
story.  Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely
coincidental.  I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children
in sexual oriented acts with adults.

   "I can't believe it," she cried.  "You killed them all.  How could you?
It's so wrong."

   "Lacy, honey, what are you talking about?" I asked, trying to understand
why my youngest daughter Lacy was so upset.

   "The stories you wrote Daddy, the Perfume stories," she exclaimed.

   I was in shock.  How could she know about my stories I had written?  I
had better play it cool.  "What Perfume stories Lacy?" I asked, trying to
sound innocent.

   "Oh stop it.  Don't even try to lie to me Daddy.  You know full well
what stories.  I found them an erotic stories website," she said.

   "Honey, if you found some stories on some website, that doesn't mean I
wrote them," I explained to her.

   "Daddy, everything is the same," she argued.  "You made everything match
up.  It's our family.  There is a little girl named Lucy.  You changed one
letter in my name making Lacy become Lucy.  She's my age, has long hair
like me, and looks like me.  Everything about her is me.  The older brother
Richard, that's our Robert.  Caryanne became Maryanne.  Even Mom's name. 
They are all described just like they are in real life.  Grandma is there
too just like she is for real.  Even Caryanne's black girlfriend LaToya is
there, only as Latisha."

   She had me.  There was no denying it now.  "OK, I wrote them," I
admitted.  "Just don't tell anyone, please."

   "Don't be silly," she assured me.  "Most of the stories I understand but
some I just don't get.  And why did you kill us all off?  I agree with the
comments left on the website, it was just so wrong to do that.  If you
wanted to end the series, just end it.  But to kill us all?  How could
you?"

   "Fine, I'll answer your questions, especially the last one," I agreed.
"But let me start at the beginning."

   I took a deep breath, partially glad I was finally able to talk to
someone about what I had written.  I was just a little surprised it turned
out to be Lacy.  When I came to her story, would I be able to tell her the
truth?  The silence went too long as I tried to gather my thoughts.

   "Well for starters, Daddy, you're the author," Lacy interrupted me
before I got started, spelling out the name I used for the stories.  "I've
read all your stories.  They're all about sex."

   "They are about relationships, honey," I tried to explain.  "Please, let
me start at the beginning.  Your mother and I haven't had much in the, uh,
sex department the last few years.  I tried to examine it and understand
why.  That's when I really looked closely at our family and the
relationships we all had."

   "What do you mean, like what?" she asked.

   I continued, "Take your mother for example.  She has developed a very
close relationship with your brother Robert, almost too close for a mother
and son.  So in my first Perfume story I created a way for them to
consummate that relationship."

   "They had sex together," she interrupted.  "Or as you said in the story,
they fucked the hell out of each other." I looked at her harshly.  "Hey,
those were your words, not mine," she explained, making me smile.

   "OK, how about the next story?" she asked.  "How about sis?"

   "The second story, about your big sister was really about Robert,
initially," I went on.  "Robert adores your sister and in this story he
finally gets what he has always wanted."

   "What about me?" Lacy pressed on.  "What about my story?"

   "Your story is more complex.  I couldn't quite read you.  I thought you
had a loving admiration for your brother but you are more conniving,
sneakier.  I couldn't just let you be a victim like the others, so I
switched it up a bit, having you turn the tables on Robert.  In the
beginning I wanted to make the stories all about you but you are a little
young to have been able to do some of the things I needed for the series so
I made Robert the main character.  Otherwise I would have made you the
star. In reality though, the stories seemed to write themselves."

   "I want to know about our story, the one about you and me," she asked.

   "I don't want to tell you that one just yet," I told her.  "Can I wait a
bit, save it for later?"

   "OK, but don't think you are going to get away with not telling me.  I
won't let that happen," she promised.  "Now what about Grandma?"

   "That was all about Grandma.  I understand the dry spell she is going
through, since Grandpa died last year.  I know that she would welcome
Robert into her bed if she could just get past her prejudices against
incest."

   "So you think that there are times when incest is OK?" Lacy asked me
point blank.  She caught me off guard with that one.

   "Well, sometimes, yes," I admitted.  "In the case with your grandmother
I think she has lived a long life and deserves a little more happiness
before she is gone."

   "You know Daddy, I've read all the stories and I know where you are
going with this, with your explanations," Lacy said with a tone of
authority, "and it's all bullshit."

   "Lacy, watch you mouth," I told her.

   "Oh, I can say fuck but I can't say bullshit?" she asked sarcastically.
"Even that's bullshit, and everything you're telling me is bullshit."

   "So if you know so much then you explain the stories," I challenged her.

   "Fine, I will," she agreed.  "You haven't been laid in years.  You get
your kicks through these stories, but it wouldn't be believable if you just
played yourself.  So you made Robert, oh I mean Richard, the main character
and you fucked everybody through him.  I saw his English teacher once at
the mall.  Robert pointed her out to me.  She's hot and I don't blame you
for wanting her, especially since you aren't getting any from Mom.  And the
preacher's wife, why not?  Heck you even fucked my girlfriends, describing
them perfectly, only changing their names.  Each story is just you getting
your rocks off, except the last few, and I still want to know about me and
my story."

   "What do you mean, about you?" I asked.

   "In my story you brought yourself into the story," she explained, "not
just living through another person."

   I was sitting in the middle of our couch when Lacy started her tirade.
"So what are you getting at?" I asked as I just leaned my head back over
the couch and stared at the ceiling.

   "You lived through Rob, uh Richard, through your stories except one,
until the last few of course.  You didn't bring yourself into the stories
to fuck Mom, or Caryanne, or Grandma, or even my virgin girlfriends.  You
brought yourself into the story to fuck Lucy.  I'm Lucy.  You want to fuck
me Daddy," she announced, and correctly I might add.  I did want to fuck
her, my youngest daughter, my 10-year-old darling little girl.  I wanted to
fuck Lacy.

   I closed my eyes and didn't respond.  Lacy knew the answer without me
confirming it.  This wasn't one of my stories I posted on the website. 
This was for real.  This was incest in its purist forms, not father and
stepdaughter.  Lacy was my blood daughter, whole, pure, and virgin.  How
could I ask her to give that all up for me?  What was I thinking?  But she
wasn't asking that.  She couldn't be.  Of course, she just wanted me to
admit I wanted her.  She hasn't made any moves on me or indicated she even
wanted to do anything with me.

   Well not until I felt her climb onto the couch.  When I opened my eyes
and looked at her she was just straddling my hips, sitting down into my
lap. She still had on her nightgown and simply pulled it up a bit to be
able to spread her legs and let her drop her body down onto my growing
erection.

   "Lacy, there is no turning back on something like this," I warned her.
"This isn't a story.  It's not fiction.  This is for real and it's forever.
You are about to fu...uh do something we may both regret.  It is wrong. 
It's incest.  True incest."

   "I have only one question," she said, "and I want you to tell me the
truth.  Do you want to fuck me Daddy?"

   I paused.  She knew the answer.  I just needed to admit it.  "More than
anything in this world," I honestly told her.

   That's all she needed to hear.  She leaned into me and kissed me
passionately like a lover would.  How my little girl learned how to kiss I
may never know but she was wonderful.  It was more than just my excitement
of what we were about to do too.  She drove her tongue into my mouth and I
let her explore my mouth before returning the favor.

   Lacy broke the kiss to pull her nightgown over her head.  But before I
got to explore her chest she had me remove my own t-shirt.  There in front
of me, just inches away from my own chest was my immature little girl,
sporting two little breasts still in their infancy.  Her little areolas
were small and dark, not the washed out color so many women have.  Her tiny
nipples were so inviting I leaned Lacy back and took one in my mouth.  Even
as young as she was her nipple responded to my touch and seemed to stiffen
up as I licked and gently sucked on first one and then the other, listening
to Lacy moan as I did it.

   "Take off your pants Daddy," she instructed as she got off my lap.  Here
I was being guided by my little girl.  She was controlling each step of the
way, not me.  As I removed the last of my clothes, Lacy took off her
panties.

   There we were, totally nude.  My erection was complete and ready for
what was to come.  I had lived in my stories for so long I couldn't believe
what was happening, couldn't see it for the reality that it was.  I was
about to fuck my real daughter, not some storybook fuck, but really fuck my
daughter.  If I ever wrote about this I would have to mark this as a True
Story, not Fiction, like the make believe of all my Perfume stories.

   "Lie down on the couch," she said.  I did as she straddled me once
again, only this time there was nothing between us, no clothes to prevent
what was about to happen.  I wasn't sure I would even make it to the main
event, my pre-cum was already dripping out.  I'm not huge, maybe six inches
at full erection.  But for Lacy it may be for the better, as I would
probably not hurt her, she being so young.

   It was Lacy that took my hard shaft and rubbed it against her slit a few
times and then positioned it so that just the tip separated her pussy lips.
She then let herself slide slowly down onto my erection.  She was
incredibly tight and I almost blew my load right away.  But I controlled
it, held off my climax.  Lacy was thin, skinny arms, skinny legs, not a
whole lot in the chest.  But she had a beautiful face with gorgeous eyes, a
smile that made you smile back, and long hair that she liked to whip back
and forth.

   Lacy lifted herself up slightly and slid down onto me a bit further.  I
knew she had me at her hymen.  I could feel the extra pressure on the tip
of my penis.  Pulling up once more she hesitated, took a deep breath, and
then plunged herself down hard.  Screaming out in pain she quickly lifted
herself up and dropped down again just as hard.  She repeated this several
more times before getting control and into a smooth rhythm.  The feeling
for me was not one of pain but incredible pleasure.  The tightness didn't
diminish but she was able to slide me in and out much easier now.

   Looking down I noticed some blood leaking out of her pussy.  It wasn't a
fantasy or game anymore.  This was for real and I had just taken my
youngest daughter Lacy's virginity.  But the magnitude of it quickly faded
as I fell back into the pleasure my daughter was giving me right then.

   "It feels really good now, Daddy," she said.  "My whole body is tingling
all over."

   I leaned forward off the couch with Lacy still in my lap and stood up.
Lifting her around I placed her back down on the couch, kneeling between
her legs.  I then took over the fucking, driving myself hard into her while
her little body bounced up and down to my thrusts.

   She started moaning, "Daddy, Daddy, something is happening to me." With
her knees now up to her shoulders, I kept thrusting.  "Daddy?" she screamed
again.  Then her body went stiff, pushing upwards against my continued
thrusts.  I didn't let up but fought to hold off my own climax while my
little girl had her first orgasm.  Her already tight pussy was spasming
around my shaft.  I knew I was about to blow.  As she began to relax I
couldn't hold it any longer and shot my load deep in her little cunt.  Lacy
was about the best fuck I think I've ever had, tight the whole way.  Maybe
it just seemed that way because I hadn't been laid in a long time. 
Nevertheless, she was good.  And the feeling just before I popped her
cherry was incredible.  Hell, I wished I had a couple more virgin
daughters.

   Pulling out of her wet pussy, my limp dick starting shrinking up like it
always does after I masturbate.  But this time I had a better memory to go
back to than standing in the shower or over the toilet.  Lacy just laid
there with a smile on her face.

   "Wow, Daddy," she finally said.  "You fuck good."

   "You've got to watch your language, Lacy," I warned her.  "You don't
want your mother to hear you."

   "Well I don't think it would be a good idea to tell her we just fucked
each other silly," she laughed.

   "No, that wouldn't be good," I agreed.

   "So tell me Daddy," she asked, "was I as good as Lucy in your Perfume
stories?"

   "Far better than Lucy," I told her, "far better." That made her smile
again, that beautiful smile that was so infectious.

   "Daddy, can we do this again sometime?" she asked me.

   "We will have to be very careful, but I think so, yes," I said.  "But no
one can know."

   "Not even my girlfriends?" she asked.

   "No one," I told her.

   "But I was thinking that maybe you might want me to invite a few of them
over," she offered.  "I could have a slumber party, just like in one of
your stories.  I could even pick the same three that you had in your story.
But Daddy, you were both right and wrong about them.  You got it right when
you said that one of the three was not a virgin.  You just guessed the
wrong girl.  I won't tell you which one and see if you can figure it out
before you fuck them all."

   "What did you just say?" I interrupted.

   "Well don't you want to fuck them?" she asked.  "I'm sure I can convince
them to want to fuck you, if you want me to of course.  You do don't you,
well don't you?"

   "I, uh, well, God Lacy, you sure are pushy," I said.  "Fine, let's have
a slumber party.  I'll chaperone.  It will have to be on a weekend night
that your mother and brother spend the night at your grandmother's and your
sister is off with her girlfriend."

   "Just like in the story, huh Daddy?" she said more than asked.

   "Yes, I guess you're right, just like in the story," I agreed.

   Lacy and I cleaned up before she asked me about the last stories of my
Perfume series.  "What happened to them, Daddy, why so dark?"

   "By the time your sister was taking over in the stories," I told her, "I
was feeling really guilty about them all.  They just existed as an
extension of my own miserable life, as a way to fill it back up with sexual
pleasure.  But I had done such terrible things, through Richard in the
stories, taking advantage of them all.  I felt awful.  As I approached the
last story I turned the stories around but it didn't help.  I finally had
to extract myself from the stories and the only way was to end them for
good, thus I killed everyone off.  I had become this terrible monster and
had to pay the ultimate price of losing everyone.  Even then my guilt
didn't go away.  The Perfume series was dead but my love for you lived on.
My guilt over my lust for you as well.  But now that we have come together,
it is all different, all changed.  I think I could write anything.  I could
resurrect the Perfume series if you want, or start something new."

   "Yes, or you could simply write about our upcoming slumber party," Lacy
suggested.  "It would be non-fiction, just like us now.  But I have this
great idea.  Tell me what you think.  I've noticed that some of the reader
comments are really informative, describing how the story should have gone,
what they liked or didn't like.  OK, some comments are just whacked out
pure evil, full of hate.  Ignore them.  But what if you started a series
and then presented the readers with an option?  Ask them what direction the
story should go.  Let them choose, voting through the comment section. 
After a week, take the most votes and move the story along that path until
you get to another major choice, and so on and so forth.  What do you
think?"

   "It is just unique enough that it might work," I told her.  "We'll do
it. But for now, my little fuck princess, you get to bed and get a good
night sleep.  You mother will be home in the morning."

   Giving me her puppy-dog look she said, "But Daddy, can't I sleep in your
bed tonight?"

   "Oh God, what am I thinking?" I said aloud.  "Get in here," I told her
as I walked into my bedroom.  "We need to do some practicing for our
upcoming stories and prepare for that slumber party."

   The End (for tonight)