Copyright © 1999, Eric Shon. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade : Friday AM, April 30, 1999 Without the written permission of Mr Double and during 120 days after the above mentioned date of first publication this story may be downloaded uniquely for your private use. After the limit date mentioned, the story may be freely distributed on condition that this notice remains attached, but not for profit, and providing the usual precautions have been taken to prevent it being read by unauthorized persons, especially under age children, or by people who might be offended by its contents. Mr Double may be contacted by emailing [email protected] or [email protected]. A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: thieves.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Apply your favorite disclaimer here. Be sure it basically says that this is a work of fiction graphically depicting sexual acts between consenting adult and minor family members. Also see that it intends to restrict access only to those above voting age who have a desire to read such naughty stuff. Enjoy, and send any comments, good or bad (but give reasons, don't just bash, thank you) to me c/o Mr. Double, or directly to [email protected]. Tanks! Honor Among Thieves: An Erotic Morality Tale by Eric Shon As I look back on it now, my lot was cast by a simple twist of timing. My flight back from business overseas experienced a mechanical problem, and instead of setting down in the destination city of New York, we had to land at the earliest possible convenience, and Boston was the place. The captain notified us as we descended that the airline would provide connecting transportation out of Boston, as airlines are wont to do when they scare the bejeezus out of their passengers by telling them of any kind of problem with their plane. As luck would have it, there was a flight from Boston to Cleveland within the next half hour, to arrive a full 90 minutes earlier than my originally scheduled flight. There were a few seats available, so I presented my tickets to show I had been on the impaired flight, and I was on my way home. On the ground in Cleveland I called Debbie. "Hi, hon! I'm in town!" "You're so early!!" Despite the buzz of airport terminal activity, the sound of my wife's voice shot straight through me. Five weeks of celibate travel was taking its toll as I sprouted an intense erection right at the phone booth. The sound of her voice meant imminent physical contact, and I was already at the limit of my abstinence. The original plan, had I flown in from New York, was to wait for about an hour at the airport, and Debbie would pick me up after she got out of the office. "I can't get away early, baby," Debbie's voice was like her tongue in my ear. "You weren't supposed to be home for another hour and a half. Can you take a cab?" "That's fine," I said. "I could use a nap before you get home, anyway." She laughed. "What's the hurry? You still get tomorrow off don't you? You'll have to wait for sleep until I get done with you, tiger!" We cooed our goodbyes to each other, my erection twitching with every nuance in Debbie's voice, and then I was off to the baggage claim office to arrange shipment of my luggage to the house. The cab ride home was pretty quick, beating the rush by a full hour. As I stepped from the cab and viewed my big, beautiful home, the heavy August air carried the sweet smell of the freshly-cut lawn. I took in the landscape -- the perfectly trimmed trees, the glorious flower gardens that always seemed to be in bloom, and the neatly shaped bushes. José was worth every penny of the $6 an hour, cash, I spent on him. I waved to the dark, sweaty little old man on the other side of the lawn as I approached the front door, and he waved his hedge clippers back at me. Inside, from the foyer, I scanned all of the rooms in view. Five weeks is too long to be away from home. The dining room sparkled and shone from its polished wood and metal surfaces, the tiled entryway glistened at my feet, the majestic oak stairway was spotless, and the sitting room carpet looked as soft and welcoming as the day we moved in. I moved through the house and regarded everything as if it were the first time I had seen it. I passed through the immaculate kitchen and peered through the sliding glass door and looked out to the patio and pool. There she was, my darling angel, splashing about. Dena was born 16 years ago and should have been my number one priority. But when you're a young man charged with running a big business, you have to make that business bigger and bigger, or you'd better find another business. You lose perspective. I was now caught up in that game where I found myself on the road five or six months out of the year, and I was missing big chunks of Dena's life. I tried to make up for my absence as often as I could, in as many different ways as I could imagine. I could certainly afford it. Last year we bought Dena her second horse. José's cousin took care of them well. This year, when she completed her driver's education, she was getting the car of her choice. I slowly slid open the door and stepped out. I purposely slammed it shut so she would hear it. When she did, the look on her face was priceless. She screamed, "DADDY!" and flailed about in the water trying to organize her ecstatic limbs into anything resembling a swim stroke to get her to the pool's edge. She climbed out of the pool and ran toward me. She seemed to move in slow motion toward me and I was taken aback by her beauty. I don't know how much growing a little girl can do in 5 weeks, but it seemed she had done 5 years' worth. She seemed taller, her face a little slimmer, her eyes a little more electric. I was disturbed by my own urge to gaze upon her perky young breasts and the perfect curve of her waist as it became her hips; at the remarkably small triangle of fabric covering her pubic area. She was glistening and wet and dripping water as she ran, the fabric of her scant bikini clinging to her like skin. Her nipples poked the fabric out in such a way that I couldn't place my eyes anywhere else as she ran toward me. "DADDY! YOU'RE HOME!" Dena leapt onto me, throwing her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Though she's a featherweight I still staggered briefly to adjust, and my arms wrapped around her waist lovingly. I felt the wet fabric of her bikini top press against my chin, and I realized that Dena was hugging me to her chest. I felt it start, and I tried to will it to stop, but I was no match for 5 weeks of abstinence. The erection was immediately more intense than at the airport, and my daughter was wrapped around me like paper on a lollipop. I playfully slapped her wet bottom and said, "OK, baby, you're getting my suit all wet." Not that I cared. It was going to the cleaners tomorrow anyway. Dena peppered my face with kisses as she slid herself off of me. I prayed to god that she didn't notice my erection. "Did you bring me anything, Daddy?" she asked, taking hold of my hand and walking me back to the house. "I always do, sweetheart. But it's in my luggage, and it won't be here until tomorrow or the next day." Dena's eyes sparkled. "What did you get me?" "It's a surprise," I whispered. Dena snatched her towel off of the chaise lounge and we went inside and sat at the kitchen table. "So what have you been up to all Summer, baby?" I asked. Almost to my regret, Dena read off the events of her break from school as if from a diary. No detail was spared about the gatherings she had with her friends, who was dating whom, who broke up with whom, movies she saw, slumber parties -- and then she just stopped talking. "Then what?" I asked. "Then you came home!!" And again she leapt from her chair, sat in my lap, and covered my face with kisses. I normally wouldn't have minded, but, even with the pressure of her bottom in my lap, I normally didn't have a sexual reaction to Dena's affections. I was supposed to have landed in New York, Debbie was supposed to pick me up after work, we were supposed to come home, have dinner, and then I was supposed go to bed with my wife, where I could then vent my 5 weeks of sexual pressure. Timing. My daughter's tight little bottom bouncing around on my neglected cock was driving me crazy. Then suddenly she shouted, "OH!" and leapt off of my lap and faced me. My heart ricocheted around my chest because I feared that she had felt my erection against her ass. "I almost forgot," she continued. "Cheerleader tryouts were last week, and guess what?" "Wh --?" "I MADE IT!! I'm on the varsity squad!" "Honey, that's great!" She took a step toward me, but I reached out and grabbed her biceps and held her there. My cock couldn't take another assault from her tight teenage butt. "That's just great! Incredible!" "You want to see the cheer I used at the tryouts?" "Sure," I said, unwilling to say no and disappoint my angel. She darted away and called over her shoulder, "Wait right here. I'll call you when I'm ready!" I noticed her bare butt cheeks jiggling on either side of the thong bikini she wore, and, as my tortured cock throbbed in reaction to the sight, I wished that I hadn't fought her mother so hard for letting Dena "express her own individuality." I listened to her footfalls as she went up the stairs and to her room. I mosied to the foot of the stairs where, from upstairs, I heard a lot of drawers slamming and a bit of rummaging around. There was an occasional blast of music, then silence, then more rummaging, then a blast of different music. This occurred several times, and then there was silence. "OK," she called down. "I'm ready!" I headed up the stairs and through the open door of her bedroom. Dena stood in the cutest traditional high school cheerleader uniform -- knit top and pleated, short skirt, from which her long, golden tan, muscular legs extended to white ankle socks and athletic shoes, none of which did anything to ease my stiff predicament. She motioned to the bed. "Sit there." I did, and she turned to her stereo system and pressed a button. Moments later the rhythmic sounds of some technopop dance song blared from the speakers, and Dena started her "cheer." When I was a teenager, cheerleaders did stuff like, "B -- E -- A-R- S, THAT IS THE TEAM YOU KNOW IS THE BEST." Dena's cheer was more a modern dance number. She gyrated and spun, leapt and danced like I had never seen her do before. She was transformed from the cute teen girl that was my daughter to a sexy, slinky cat of a woman. There were also some moves I recognized as cheerleader steps, but she pouted her lips, shot me smoky stares, and slid her hands along her body as if she were in a Las Vegas show! As she moved, I again noticed the familiar poke of her nipples against the uniform top -- she was braless. I guessed that in her excitement to show me her cheer, she just threw off her bikini top, and threw on her cheer top. It only took another spin for me to realize that she hadn't bothered to change her thong, though; her skirt flew up and revealed to me the tight string of fabric still stretching up from between her tight little butt cheeks. From that point I was riveted on small points rather than the dance number. Dena added a few bend-over-backward cartwheels, a few splits, and some high kicks, revealing parts of her body I hadn't seen since she finished potty training! Suddenly, though it had seemed like an eternity, the song was over. My dick was throbbing mercilessly against the tight constraint of my pants, and I was breathing almost as hard as Dena was. "Did you like it, Daddy?" "Incredible," was all that I managed. Dena squealed and leapt once again onto my lap, this time straddling me. I anticipated her weight by leaning back a little bit, and when she landed, I fell back on the bed. She hovered over me on her hands and knees, her crotch lightly contacting mine. "Did you really like it?" "Yes, baby. I loved it." She squealed again and dropped her body to mine, and again covered my face with staccato kisses. It was automatic with me. I ground my hips up against the pressure I felt against my cock and I felt something giving way that I had never felt before. She raised back up onto her hands, looked into my eyes and smiled broadly. "I love you, Daddy. I'm so glad you're home!" I glanced down between us. The fabric of her top was hanging away from her chest and belly, and I received the view of one naked, perfect breast, not hanging there, but held in place by the firmness of youth, oblivious to gravity, it's nipple pointing out, not down. What had started moments earlier finally gave way completely, and I went mad. I slid one hand up behind Dena's neck. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her gently on the lips. "Daddy," she giggled nervously. I kissed her again, only this time I pressed my tongue against her lips. She let out a little moan that told me she liked what she was experiencing, so I slid my other hand up her side and under her top. When I placed my hand on her breast a rush of air escaped through her nose and she returned the passion of my kiss by opening her mouth and receiving my tongue. We lay there for a few moments, our tongues batting against each other, father and daughter in a forbidden kiss. Then I slid my hands down her body to the hot, firm globes of her butt and squeezed. "Oh, Daddy!" came out in a hot breath on my face, and she wiggled against my hands. I pulled on her butt to bring her pelvis against mine. The moment we made solid contact my hips began to gyrate, sliding my swollen, confined cock against my daughter's crotch. Dena moaned unintelligibly with every stroke. I slid my hand around between us. I didn't know if Dena had ever been with a man -- or boy -- before, so I didn't know if she would know what I was after or if she would try to stop me. I wasn't about to fail for trying. I placed my hand over her entire crotch. When my fingers found the patch of cloth that sheltered the tender flesh between her legs, she jumped and grunted. My fingers were met with a sticky moisture against the fabric. I rubbed there for a few moments, and then rotated my wrist, keeping pressure against Dena's crotch, and opened the fly of my trousers. I dug my cock out of my boxers and was suddenly free. The comparatively cool air briefly felt good against the skin of my cock, but I sought heat and moisture. My fingers returned to Dena's encumbered pussy. I rubbed the fabric for a few moments, and then I slid my finger up to the front of the bikini and inside, then back to the nether regions. I slipped a finger briefly inside my daughter's wet pussy to lubricate the opening. I pulled the string of fabric out and away, transferring it to my other hand, which was still cupping her butt cheek. Now there was nothing barring me from entering my young daughter's pussy. I gripped my cock and rocked it forward, and the head brushed Dena's pussy. She jumped forward and said, "Daddy?" I gently pushed her back toward my cock. I slid the head up and down in the trench of her pussy to further lubricate both of us. Dena's eyes closed, her tongue slid across her lips, and she moaned deliciously. Then I gripped her waist with both hands and drove her down onto me. She was incredibly tight, but she didn't seem to feel any pain, nor was there any evidence of a physical barrier to my carnal progress. After a few reversals to allow more lubrication, she was sitting on my hips, impaled on my cock. I was buried inside my daughter to the hilt. "Oh, Daddy! Yes! Oh, Daddy!" was all Dena said as she started rocking slightly at first, but slowly and steadily increasing her rhythm until she was rocking my cock almost all of the way out, and then all the way back inside. With 5 weeks' worth of waiting in my balls, it didn't take very long for the incredibly tight, exceedingly wet and slippery hot sheath of flesh sliding up and down my cock to cause it to erupt in a massive geyser of cum deep inside my daughter's novice pussy. I'm not even sure she knew what was happening at that moment. All I remember was seeing her riding me up and down like a cowboy rides a bucking horse while I thrust my hips at her mercilessly to expel my load. She collapsed on my chest. After a few breathless moments Dena spoke into my ear. "You lied to me, Daddy. My present wasn't in your luggage. It was right here in your pants the whole time!" I kissed Dena, rolled her off of me, put myself away, and staggered off to my bedroom where I immediately passed out. I was awaken by Debbie in darkness. "You missed dinner, tiger. Dena says you were bushed when you got home. You watched her cheer and then just petered out. Poor baby." Debbie climbed into bed with me where I lay on my side. I looked at the clock on the night table. 11:30. "Maybe you're hungry for something else?" Debbie kissed my neck and rubbed my chest. She slid her naked body up against my back and then slid her hand down across my belly. "Hon," I mumbled. "I'm really tired." "Ohh, Momma just wants some sugar, that's all." Debbie started to unbuckle my belt, rubbing my crotch with every chance she got. "Honey, really. I'm beat." Debbie sighed. "Jeez," she said with no anger in her voice. "You're getting old. Usually when you come home after such a long business trip you can't keep your hands off of me. Now you're sleeping like you do AFTER the 'welcome home' fuck." Debbie didn't see it; after all it was dark. But my eyes had bugged out to at least twice their size. It all came back to me. What had I done?! What was I thinking? I'd had sex with Dena. I had fucked my own daughter! Debbie would flip if she ever found out. How would I ever hide from her what I had done? I lay awake for several hours. I got up to take off my clothes, and got back in bed, naked. My mind slowly drifted from the shame of what I did to the memories of how incredibly good it felt with Dena. I slid back into slumber and dreamed I was a teen again, bedding all the girls in my class -- and they all looked like my daughter. The next morning Debbie woke me before she left for work. "I'm out of here, babe. You have a good day. It's so good to have you home. Dena missed you terribly. You should spend some time with her." I grunted at Debbie, and then I rolled over and drifted back to my dreamful sleep. When I woke up again I was on my side, and snuggled with her back against my chest was Dena. Her butt was pressed firmly against my raging erection, and my arm was around her waist, cupping a bare breast. I must have tensed, for she knew I was awake. "'Morning, Daddy." I was speechless. I tried to pull my hand away, but she clutched my arm to her body. The movement of our bodies caused exquisite friction between my stiff dick and the softness of her butt. "Where ya going?" "Honey, we can't do this. This is wrong," I whispered. "What we did yesterday was wrong." "Wrong? Yesterday was the most amazing thing that ever happened to me. I've never felt so wonderful in my entire life. How could this be wrong?" Dena acrhed her back, rubbing her ass on the underside of my cock. I felt the sticky coolness of pre-cum adhering to my belly, squeezed out of my cock by Dena's undulations. "You shouldn't be here," I said. Dena's response was simply to reach behind her, grasp my manhood, and direct it from between our bodies to between her ass cheeks, and slide it between her legs. The sensation of her hot pussy against the top of my cock threw me into auto-pilot again, and my hips began to slowly ride back and forth. I felt her fingers as they reached around from in front to lightly fondle and stroke my dick as it poked out from between her legs. She then lifted her top leg, and with gentle, yet firm, pressure from her fingers on my prick, she redirected the head of my penis into her hot snatch. We were so wet from the preliminary juices of our mutual arousal that I glided into her effortlessly. She was so tight and confining, yet welcoming at the same time. As I pushed into her non-stop with the first stroke, Dena inhaled a long, desperate gasp until my pelvis met her ass. "Oooohhhh, Daddy!" From that point I was lost. My hips began to piston back and forth and the only thing wrong I could find with the situation was that I couldn't gaze fully on her face. I grasped at her breasts with one hand, and I sucked on her neck as I ravaged her tight hole. I felt her petite body against mine as she was racked violently when each of my thrusts pounded my dick home, deep within my daughter. When one of my thrusts pulled me completely out of her pussy and my dick flopped around, haplessly seeking her hole again, I rose to my knees and roughly grabbed Dena's legs, rolling her to her back, and spread them out before me. Her eyes were wide with excitement as she saw my penis for the first time in all its turgid glory, glistening with her juices. I lowered myself to her and kissed her savagely on the mouth. My dick throbbed between us, against our bellies. Dena reached down and wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed, causing me to throw my head back in ecstasy. She then pushed it back down toward her pussy. I followed and allowed her to insert the head into her once again, and we resumed our coupling. With Dena's legs splayed about, and her arms around my neck, my tongue fucked into her mouth to mimic the action of my cock in her pussy. I gathered up her legs and threw them up around my neck and continued pounding into her. This new position reached something inside my daughter, for the moment I started driving into Dena, her eyes bugged out and she started breathing in heavy gasps. Soon she began to squeal deliciously and thrash her head about. Then, without any warning, she went completely rigid and let out a bestial moan that sounded nothing like my Dena. I had given my daughter a powerful orgasm. She cycled through this behavior several times -- gasping wildly, and then cumming hard. She extracted herself from the position and wrapped her legs around my waist. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me passionately, our tongues assaulting each other over our teeth. My hips kept their pace while we kissed, and then, as my daughter sucked on my tongue, my dick swelled and exploded inside her, emptying my balls of everything they had. After resting there for about a half-hour we got up and showered together, and then I made a huge pancake breakfast. Later we suited up and went out to the pool to splash around a bit and take in some sun. At lunch we went inside where Dena made light sandwiches, and we shared a glass of milk. Shortly afterward she sat on my lap and kissed me deeply, raising another erection beneath her. "Daddy, have you ever had a . . . a blowjob?" Dena's tentative approach to the word was precious. "Yes, I have." She had to have felt my cock twitch when she asked! "Does the woman really put the man's penis in her mouth?" She looked less disgusted than she did perplexed, afraid that what she had heard from friends at school was totally absurd. "Yes, she does," I said. "And she does a whole lot more." "Does it feel good?" "If it didn't feel good, people wouldn't talk about it, now, would they?" I could tell she was interested in trying it, and I was dying to feel her lips wrapped around my cock, but I didn't want to push her anywhere she didn't want to go. "How does it taste?" "Honey, I don't know." "Show me?" I kissed her and hugged her close. I pushed her off of my lap and repositioned myself in the kitchen chair, sliding my butt to the edge of the seat. "Step between my legs," I directed her. "Kneel down." She followed my words, staring intently at the bulge in my swim trunks. "Now, pull my shorts off." She did, and even though she had ridden it twice now and had seen it in the shower, this was the first up-close look she had at my penis in full, throbbing erection. Her eyes were wide, not with surprise, but with intense interest. "Touch it," I said. "Feel where it's smooth and where it's bumpy." Her cool fingers contacted my cock and I sighed quickly. Dena looked at my face. "It feels really nice when you touch me there." Her fingers glided gently across the surface of my cock. She examined it with the attention a jeweller gives a precious stone. "Touch the balls. It feels good when you touch them, too." She followed my suggestion. The sac slowly contracted and expanded in response to her touch. Dena smiled as the testicles, their shapes evident against the walls of the sac, rose and fell with the gentle contractions of my scrotum. "Now," I interrupted. "Wrap your fingers around my cock." As she did so, she repeated, "Cock." She licked her lips after saying it, almost as though the word had left a savory taste in her mouth. "Good. Now, slide your hand up and down." She did it, alternately stretching and bunching up the skin at the neck of the shaft, just beneath the head. "Now you're jerking me off." Dena smiled with recognition. Apparently it was a term she had heard before. After having her cup my balls with her other hand while she stroked me for a while, I said, "OK. See that thin, straight piece of skin that stretches to the knob on top?" "Right here?" she asked, touching the very spot. I nodded. "Touch it with your tongue." Dena looked at me briefly as though to make sure I said what she thought I said. Her pink little tongue poked out from between her lips, and she moved her head to complete the task. "This part is the most sensitive part of my penis -- of my whole body," I lectured. "Rubbing me here long enough can make me cum." Dena stared at me with her hand wrapped around my cock and her tongue pressed to it. "Lick real lightly on that spot." And then it began. She had the lightest touch with her tongue, sliding it ever so gently up and down a total distance of about a half inch, directly on that little stretch of skin. I groaned a few times, and her actions on my cock made it twitch a few tiimes, but she didn't let any of that distract her. She was doing an excellent job. "No matter what I tell you, remember that spot. It's the most important thing." I paused to let that sink in with her. "Now, I want you to slide your lips over the tip." Without hesitation she did it. "Slowly take it into your mouth, and as soon as you can reach it, keep working your tongue over that spot. Dena's tongue snaked out to the spot and flicked and jumped on it until her mouth consumed it. As soon as I saw the bottom rim of my cock head slip into her mouth, I said, "Now, stay at that spot and suck on it like it's a lollipop." My daughter's cheeks hollowed out as she applied the most delicious suction to my cock, and her tongue kept right on beating the hell out of "the spot!" "OK, keep doing that, and start moving your head up and down. See how much you can take into your mouth." It was like turning on a complicated machine, the separate features of which are controlled by separate switches. As each switch is flipped, individual actions begin until all are on and the machine is performing to its capacity. Dena was retaining every suggestion I had given her. The hand holding my cock was gently pushing and pulling at the base of my cock as a result of Dena's up and down motion. She even occasionally fondled my balls. She started experimenting on her own, licking the entire shaft, licking the hole at the tip, licking my balls. Her focus was intense. I could feel by the contraction in my loins that I was nearing orgasm. "Hon, I'm about to cum. Be ready to take it out of your mouth when I tell you and just jerk it so that you can see what happens. I don't want to cum in your mouth the first time because you might not like it." She "ummh hummed" her acknowledgement, and the vibrations of her voice added a new sensation to her already very effective blowjob. My buttocks began to rhythmically tighten and relax, thrusting my dick into my daughter's mouth, and my hands went instinctively to Dena's shoulders. Just as the contracting muscles in my scrotum and penis began to spasm uncontrollably, I shouted, "OK, honey!" Dena pulled her mouth off of my cock with a wet pop, and her hands pulled mercilessly on the shaft. Just a few second later I let out a loud grunt and the first spurt of semen erupted from the hole. The second spurt had more power behind it, and it arced through the air and landed on top of Dena's head. One more spurt leapt forth and was thrown laterally onto her cheek. The rest of my orgasm dribbled out and down over her hands. The final part of the lesson was at hand. "Suck the last drops out of my cock, Dena." She took the wet tip of my cock into her mouth. "Taste my cum. See if you like it." Again she applied delectable suction, and I felt the final emissions of my orgasm get pulled out of my cock and into my daughter's mouth. She didn't say whether she liked it or not. She just finished cleaning off my cock and then proceeded to wipe the one string of cum off of her face, and then licked her hands clean of cum. The only place she didn't reach was on the top of her head. We ran to the shower to rinse off, and there she sucked me to erection again. Once I was hard I turned her around and slipped into her warm cunt. We fucked until the shower ran cold, and then we ran down the hall to her bedroom, where we continued fucking the afternoon away. It felt like heaven. That evening, at bed time, Debbie tried again to initiate some love- making. I returned the affection, but after fucking more times in one day with my daughter than I ever did in a week with girlfriends I had in college, I just couldn't get it up. That night Debbie did go to bed angry. The weekend was more like a normal family life. With Debbie home I didn't dare touch Dena, and Dena kept her distance. Saturday was pretty cold, as far as Debbie was concerned, but she warmed up that night when I nuzzled her neck. I only did it to alleviate suspicions I feared she might be having. We made love, but my heart and my thoughts were with Dena. I came weakly, and Debbie didn't come at all. On Sunday we went to church as we always did together when I was home, and suddenly the preacher's words about morality rang hollow in me. What I was doing with my daughter was wrong by the laws of just about every civilized country, but I didn't care. The sight and feel of Dena's body against mine was more powerful a drug than you could buy on any street corner. And, despite what harm all the experts say occurs to the child, Dena seemed more energized, more vivacious, more enthusiastic about life than ever before.To hell with the preacher and his morality. Dena and I carried on much the same through the next week. I had altered my work schedule to start at 10:00 instead of 8:00 so I could spend the mornings with my daughter. Debbie had always gotten out of the house before I did, but I was getting up at my usual time, showering and dressing, kissing her good-bye when she left at 7:00 as though I would be leaving the house moments later, only to run up to Dena's bedroom, strip, fuck her once or twice, shower again, dress again, and be out the door by 9:30. I told Debbie that the work was so piled up at the office that it was taking me into the evening hours to get home at 8:00, eat, and fall in to bed when the truth was that I was just running myself ragged everywhere BUT work. Sex with Debbie that week was fairly dull, but I did my duty when she called, and I was jumping around like a teenager in the morning. On Sunday I slept through the sermon. Dena was to start her junior year that coming Wednesday, so I wanted to make it a very special week for her since our activities would soon be curtailed. Monday was as normal -- being the devoted hubby until Debbie left for work, only to become the debauched daddy upstairs in daughter's room. Tuesday, after Debbie left for work, I called my office and told them I had taken ill that morning, and I wouldn't be coming in. I walked in to Dena's room where she still slept in her nightshirt, on top of the covers. I quietly stripped and climbed onto her bed and positioned myself between her parted legs. I lifted the hem of her shirt and exposed her bare pussy, and lowered my face onto her musky snatch. I snaked my tongue between the soft lips of her teenage pussy and tasted her there for the first time. She squirmed in her sleep, at first gently, but more and more as I licked her. He legs parted even wider, giving me better access, so I lowered my body to the bed and took her budding young clit between my lips. The suction finally woke her up in surprised, writhing confusion. "Daddy, what are you doing?" She followed that with a wet, "Uunghh!" I paused. "I'm eating you up." I resumed. Dena just lay there groaning and writhing. Her hips began to bounce when I slid a finger into her hole, and she said, "No, wait. I want the real thing inside me. Fuck me, Daddy!" I didn't hesitate for a second. I was on top of her instantly, my cock finding its rightful place without error. With as furiously as I had been pounding my daughter's innocent pussy for the previous two weeks, she was still as tight as the first time. Stars burst in my head as her wet warmth enveloped my tool. Dena's legs wrapped around me and squeezed in the rhythm that she wanted me to move. I excavated her depths with each pounding thrust, her tight pussy forming a vacuum around my cock, sucking me better than any mouth ever could. I began to moan as I made the turn onto the road to orgasm, and Dena gasped into my ear, "WAIT! I want to taste you!" She pushed me off of her. I rose to my knees, and she simply swung her hips beneath her and lowered her face to my dick. She licked her lips momentarily and then dived onto my erection. Before I knew it, I felt her throat on the tip of my cock. I continued pumping my hips as she sucked, and the sensation of orgasm was again building very rapidly. My hands fell to her shoulders, and she backed her head off of me until just the head was in her mouth. Her now-experienced tongue savagely flapped against the very sensitive skin under the head. The boiling liquid finally overflowed, and I howled as the first jets shot into Dena's mouth. She had taken it on the face before, and she had tasted my cum, but she had never let me cum directly into her mouth. The realization that it was now happening fueled the fire that was on me, and I had the most unbelievable orgasm of my life. As I pumped the creamy white fluid of my loins into my daughter's mouth, she bobbed her head on the knob at the top of my dick, her tongue planted firmly beneath the head, and sucked every spurt down. I collapsed onto my back at the foot of her bed, and Dena followed me down, milking my penis with her mouth until I was completely limp. Since I hadn't finished what I started, I pawed at my daughter until I got her to straddle my face in a 69, and I resumed the cunnilingus. I licked her and stroked her and probed her until her juices were flowing profusely again, and then I sucked madly on her clit while drilling her with two fingers. She had been making an attempt to suck me back to hardness when suddenly she went rigid and began to tremble, let out one squeal, and then a copious, thick, clear liquid oozed from her canal and onto my hands. I slid out from underneath her and we cuddled on the pillows for a while. We fondled each other idly while we talked about school and ways we might be able to sneak around to fuck. Soon both our stomachs were growling, so we put on robes and went downstairs and made some breakfast. After eating we sat at the table in our robes for a time, talking. My body seemed tuned to the fact that this was the last time we were going to have this kind of freedom to do as we pleased, and was energized very quickly. Dena's robe was loosely draped around her, and when I caught the slightest curve of her bare breast, I sprouted an erection. She didn't notice it, but when I stood up and reached for her hand, she knew what I wanted. She stood and moved to me, but I turned her away from me and pushed her to the table. I lifted the back of her robe to expose her ass, and she simply bent at the waist to lie on the table. I pressed the head of my cock to the soft place beneath her ass cheeks and instantly slid into her wet pussy. We rocked the table quite soundly, and when I felt my balls contracting, I pulled out and sandwiched my dick between Dena's butt cheeks and shot my jism across her back. Afterward, we cuddled on the sofa in the entertainment room while watching TV. Around lunch time Dena asked if we could go out for lunch, which sounded like a good idea to me. "Get dressed, and I'll take you someplace special!" I said. I had a couple of possible places in mind, but none of them were as special as Dena apparently thought. I put on a polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, and was ready to go in just a few minutes. Dena had gone into her room and shut the door. All I could hear was the blare of her stereo, and she was taking forever. I went to her door and slowly opened it to peer inside. Dena wore her hair up and had pulled out an incredibly short, blue, backless party dress to wear. It hugged her tiny ass tightly, accentuating her healthy, muscular shape. Sheer white stockings graced her long legs all the way down to bright blue pumps. She was posing in the mirror trying to pick out earrings when she saw my reflection. She whirled around in annoyed surprise. "DADDY! I wanted to surprise you!" She was a vision of perfection, and she was having a very noticeable effect on my cock. "I am surprised, baby," I said as I approached her. "Let's forget lunch. I'm hungry for you!" I put my hands on Dena's waist and sucked on her neck. She dropped her earrings and pulled me toward the bed. The stereo thumped out dance music as we writhed around on Dena's bed. My hands were at her chest, fondling her breasts through the soft fabric. Dena's hands were at my shorts, working the belt free and the button open. I peeled the dress from her shoulders to expose her tiny teen titties, and I devoured them one after the other while wiggling free of my shorts. I freed myself of my boxers as well, and lay on my back. Dena freed herself from me and rose up to remove her white silk panties. When she lifted her skirt I saw the glorious tops of her garterless stockings. And then her hands passed them, dragging the panties with them. Dena stretched one long, luscious leg over my body, the blue shoe streaking in the light, and she rested her knee to the other side to straddle me. She placed her hands on my chest and slowly moved back until my cock was pressed against her pussy. In one move she rocked her hips to place her vaginal opening at the proper angle to my dick, and she slowly impaled herself on me. All the way down she let out a sweet moan until she hit bottom. Dena's vaginal muscles had come into their own over the past weeks, and by now their undulations were very evident. Every spasm of joy that wracked her body rippled across the surface of my buried cock and transmitted her pleasure equally to me. She adjusted her weight briefly and perched on her feet, squatting over me, her pussy holding my cock tightly, and she began to bounce, sliding the entire length of my cock in and out of her pussy. She braced herself with her hands on my chest and arched her back away from me, and never let up her rhythmic dance on my dick. My hands found her small, firm titties and added support for her assault. After a few minutes Dena dropped back to her knees and rocked forward, placing her titties at my face. Starved, I feasted on them greedily while continuously pumping my cock up into the hot honey of her vagina. My daughter moaned non-stop as I sucked and fucked her sweet little body. The CD that had been driving the stereo finished its program, and we were left to the wet sounds of our own lovemaking. Gradually my loins tightened and I knew my orgasm would arrive soon. My hips tired, so I placed my hands on Dena's hips and forced her down on my cock. She picked up the rhythm immediately and continued the exquisite assault on my dick. I could feel my balls tightening and readying to pump their product into my daughter. Just as the first spasms started, Dena gripped my shoulders savagely and threw her head back. "Oh, Daddy, I'm coming!! FUCK ME!" My hips, already beginning to buck in the early throes of orgasm, were now spurred on by my daughter's wanton request, and I exploded on her as well as inside of her. I was like a wild beast beneath her, thrashing about as though I were trying to throw her off of me, yet I held her fast to me by her hips, savagely impaling her while my cum gushed deeply into her. At the same time, she was gripping me, outside and inside, like an eagle in flight grips her prey. Soon, much too soon, it was over, and we lay there exhausted. Dena rested on my chest while my cock, still rock-hard, remained buried deep inside her. I could feel our juices slowly trickling from her hole and leaving cool trails down my cock to my spent, sagging balls. "Ohhh, Daddy," she sighed. "I don't want to go back to school. I want to stay home in the mornings and make love to you." I kissed her on the mouth tenderly, and then hugged her to my neck. "You know we can't do that, honey. There'll be lots of times for us. Let's just use every opportunity we can to enjoy each other." "I know," she mumbled into my neck. "I just don't know how long I can go without feeling your big cock inside me." She squeezed my cock inside her pussy. Incredibly, I was still hard. "Maybe," I teased, though I meant it, "I could arrange to have you accompany me on my next business trip to Europe. That way it could be just you and me for a couple of weeks!" Dena leapt up from my chest. "Do you MEAN that?! Oh DADDY!" She fell back down and hugged me tightly to her naked chest. "Oh, now I can't wait!" I flexed my kegel muscle, causing my cock to expand briefly. "Well, we still have the rest of today, honey." Dena rose again and planted the most arousing kiss on me that I had ever felt from her. She braced herself on my chest and began to rock her hips again. The slippery sounds of our juices smacking and slurping echoed through the room, but it only turned us on more. I groaned loudly, "Oohhhh, baby, yeah. Ride my cock! Fuck it with your hot pussy! GOD! You've got the most incredible hot pussy in the world!" Dena deliciously slid her wet pussy up and down on my slickened cock. I panted further, "Oh, GOD, baby! I love you!" *---(:> MrDouble's Palisades <:)---* www.mrdouble.com Lucretia MacEvil..... *---(:> Mr Double <:)---*