Copyright © 1998, Centaur. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit, or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing [email protected], or [email protected]. Original posting date: Wednesday September 02, 1998 A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, File: amy.txt from amy.zip http://www.mrdouble.com This is Part One of a Four Part Novel. The story was written to be interesting by itself, the erotic parts just increase the enjoyment - at least in my mind they do. A great deal of it is factual, some of it is fantasy; I leave it to the reader to make any distinctions. I hope you enjoy it, sit back and relax and try to lose yourself in the story. Part Two is written by Amy, Part Three by Julie and Jim Martin returns to conclude the story in the climax in Part Four. If you enjoy it, or have non-flame based criticisms please contact me at the above address and share your thoughts. Amy by Centaur Part 1 Jim Chapter 1 I hung up the phone and leaned back in the chair in my hotel room. I had just spoken with my sixteen year old (by about a week) daughter Amy for the first time in three years. I had finally taken the chance and called her at our old house, the one she now shared with my, all but legally, ex-wife Jane. What a strange situation I found myself in, forbidden by Jane to have any contact - even by phone or in writing - with my daughter until she turned eighteen. I hadn't even been back in the Bay area since I left three years ago. Seeing her was, of course, by Jane's demand out of the question, but here I was arranging to meet Amy at my hotel behind Jane's back. Amy agreed to tell her mother she was spending the night with her friend Tami. Tami would drive Amy to my hotel after Tami's parents went to bed, and would pick her up again after we visited for an hour or so, Amy would work out some plausible details, she was very inventive in that way. I walked out onto the balcony off my room and leaned my elbows on the railing staring out at the familiar skyline of San Francisco across the bay. The view was spectacular from the 12th floor of the Hyatt in Oakland's Jack London Square. The late afternoon June sun sparkled off the San Francisco Bay as my thoughts drifted back to how things had changed since I started my business in Berkeley some 20 years ago. I remembered how it all began and what happened that Sunday afternoon in October almost three years ago. I am one of a vanishing breed, a Native Californian. I had been born in 1957 in Chula Vista, about as far south as you could go in California and still be a US citizen. We moved north to the San Francisco Bay Area when I was six. So mostly I grew up in the Berkeley area where my Dad was a professor of English at the University of California. Because I was the son of a faculty member I could attend UC Berkeley free so I naturally my parents insisted that I live at home and get my degree at Berkeley. I finished my undergraduate degree in computer science in May of 1977, just about the time the computer boom really took off a few miles south of us in Silicon Valley. Larry Ault, who was my best friend at school, and I had an idea for a new software utility program and scraped together enough money to start a small business operating out of the apartment over my parent's garage where I had been living during the last two years of school. We were lucky and got in at the right time with the right product and in six months had a real office in Berkeley on Telegraph Road across from the campus, two sold programs and five new employees fresh out of the computer science department. On New Years Day 1979 we celebrated 18 months in business with 12 employees and I got married to Jane Simpson and Larry married Diane Black. I had known Jane slightly while we were in school, she was an English major and we saw each other occasionally since we had some mutual friends and also because at that time my Dad was the Chairman of the English Department and she used to show up at all the faculty-student parties. I usually attended those get togethers because it was a great place to pick-up on cute girls. The ones majoring in computer science in those days tended fall into the "butt ugly and real strange" category. We had gotten together after one of the end of semester parties and hit it off right away. Jane was mildly computer literate and was a fun person to be around. Our company had grown to the place were we needed some competent full time office management, and Jane volunteered to work in the office and keep things running. I loved the idea, it allowed us to spend more time together and took the administrative burden off of me. The arragement was fine with Larry, writing payroll checks and keeping up with costs for projects and tax regulations was wearing us down, we weren't able to be creative and run a small business at the same time. Jane was perfect for the job, she was great with numbers and tax forms and seemed to be able to interact effectively with the sometimes weird programmers and software engineers we were hiring. The problem was that after a year of running the office Jane got bored and decided that she needed to go to law school and learn all about copyrights, intellectual property and patents in order to protect our new software products. So after a year of running the office Jane started law school full time across the Bay in San Francisco. During the year and a half Jane was in law school we managed to come up with several new products and by the time she rejoined the company we had grown to over 50 people, about 20 of whom were involved in the production, shipping, handling and support of our products. In mid 1981 we moved the production and support section of the company to San Diego to take advantage of the lower labor costs in that area, the cost for relatively unskilled labor in the Bay Area was out of control. In late September of that year Jane delighted me by telling me that she was pregnant. Our daughter Amy was born May 25, 1981. Jane had a rough pregnancy, and after Amy was born her doctor advised her that having additional children could be dangerous for her. Jane strongly suggested that I have a vasectomy; I resisted the idea just as strongly. We had a real intense fight about it lasting several weeks. To tell the truth ever since she finished her law degree Jane was becoming a pain in the ass to live with, and I wasn't into the idea of eliminating my capability to have children in the future if something should happen to my marriage. Jane reluctantly agreed to have her tubes tied, but somehow always seemed to hold it against me that I "forced" her into that decision. I thought it was an eminently reasonable solution. After all, it wasn't me for whom pregnancy was dangerous, it was her. I felt it was prefectly reasonable that she provide the solution, not push the action onto me. The arguments about tubal ligation versus vasectomy really put a strain on our marriage. It even got difficult for us to be civil towards each other at work. Larry eventually mentioned that maybe having Jane in the office was becoming a problem. Jane solved the problem for us, in July of 1983 she accepted an offer from one of the largest firms in San Francisco, Wyatt, Huse, Taylor and Atkinson, to join them as their "new technology" associate. Having her own job interests seemed to calm Jane down quite a bit, plus our software business was doing really well and she convinced me to buy a large house on five acres in the Berkeley Hills off Bear Creek Road where Jane loved entertaining the partners in her law firm. Things moved smoothly for the next five years until Christmas 1988 when both of my parents were killed in an airline crash while on vacation in South America. It was a terrible loss for me, and strangely enough I found myself relying more and more on my six year old daughter Amy (rather than Jane) for emotional support during my grieving. Amy was such a delightful little girl, she was both beautiful and brilliant. Her hair had turned the color that we used to have in crayon boxes called "burnt umber." Amy began referring to the color as "red" however when her best friend Julie (Larry and Diane's daughter who was a few days younger) started referring to the color as "bummer" because she had trouble saying burnt umber. Jane was spending a lot of time working at her new firm to impress the partners while at the same time my workload was declining. I had so many programmers and engineers working for the company developing new software that my role had become one of strategic planning and attending conferences, and I was working out of my home office by telephone and the internet more and more. Because I was in the house more I was spending the majority of the parenting time with Amy, and she and Jane grew farther and farther apart. When Amy started first grade and was in school all day I was surprised how much I missed her and how empty my days had become. I decided to enroll in the MBA program down the peninsula at Stanford. With the company getting so big I really needed to have a greater knowledge base of how businesses ran and how to plan for the future. For the next two years things were pretty hectic around our house. I left early in the morning to make the 30 mile, 1 hour drive in traffic, to Palo Alto and Jane stayed home until Amy got on the school bus. I had to be home by the time Amy got home from school and Jane routinely worked late (until 7 or 8pm) to make up for her late start in the mornings. Amy and I usually had our evening meal alone and then we watched a video or I would read her one of her books until Jane came home and then Amy went to bed and I studied. I really didn't mind being in charge of child care, Amy was so bright and entertaining. We loved watching old movies together, she and I would say the lines a beat before the actors and we would turn to each other and laugh. Jane hated it when we did that, she thought it was stupid and finally she refused to watch movies with us. I finished my MBA in June of 1991 and things around the house settled down for awhile. Things were so smooth in fact that my partner Larry decided to "retire" to Santa Barbara with Diane and Julie and just live quietly off his share of the profits while retaining his position as board chairman. Amy had been very close to Julie who was her best friend and really missed her when they moved. We established a pattern of sending Amy to Santa Barbara to spend three weeks with Julie at the beginning of the summer and then having Julie come to visit us for the three weeks before school started. The girls were very different, both physically and emotionally but somehow they got along wonderfully and stayed best friends, they really seemed more like sisters when they were together. After Julie moved Amy became more and more attached to me. As she got older we had developed an uncanny ability to tell what the other was thinking, we often finished each others sentences, which truly annoyed Jane. In fact it seemed that almost everything that Amy and I together did annoyed Jane to some degree. Things came to a head in the fall of 1994. Amy had turned thirteen five months earlier and was changing in front of my eyes from a gawky pre-adolescent into the sketch of someone who was going to become a very beautiful woman. I was sitting in the den with my feet up alternately watching football and dozing when Amy came charging into the room at full speed. "Daddddy - look at the top of my head, I was putting books on the shelf over my bed and the end of the damn shelf came loose and fell on my head, it really hurts, look and see if it is bleeding." Amy tended to dramatize things but I always humored her, unlike her mother who was most likely to tell her to just get on with life and clean up her room. Amy knew that Daddy was an easy touch for some attention or for a little extra cash for the mall. Amy climbed up on my lap straddling my legs and sitting on my thighs and leaned over to let me look at the top of her head. She was wearing one of her long tee shirts hanging down to her knees and no shoes, only socks. As she leaned toward me with her head down the top of her loose tee shirt fell away and I was looking right down at two of the prettiest young tits that I had ever seen. I hadn't seen her undressed since she was about three, Jane was real prig about nudity-hers, mine or Amy's. I don't think even she had seen Amy undressed since she stopped bathing her at about age five. Amy's breasts were really beautiful, about the size of small oranges with very light pink cone-shaped nipples with a faint tracing of thin blue veins. Her nipples were on the top end of her tits and tilted up towards me. As Amy lifted her arms up to put her hands on the top of her head to show me the place that hurt her breasts rose and separated and the nipples poked up clearly. "See Daddy, right here, I can feel the bump, is it bleeding?" I was not even looking at the top of her head, I was so captivated by her young tits that I was speechless. When I didn't respond immediately Amy lifted her eyes to look at me. She noticed immediately that my gaze was down her shirt, not on the top of her head. I lifted my eyes quickly, but not before Amy noticed where I was looking. As my eyes moved up to her face I could have sworn that her nipples started to get hard. Amy sat up quickly and moved back slightly, this time bending her head from the neck. "Look at my head Daddy, it really hurts." As I looked at her head I could feel my prick start to get hard. I told myself to get some control here, this was Amy for goodness sake, of course she had tits, she was thirteen and had started her period over a year ago. I looked at the top of her head, there was a bump, but the skin wasn't broken and the bump was pretty small. "You look fine honey, let me kiss it and make it all better" I said as I pecked her lightly on the top of her head. "Now let me watch my football game, you go finish in your room and get dressed for dinner, we're going to eat in about an hour." "Oh Daddy, you never take me seriously, you'd rather watch the 49'ers then take care of your own daughter" she said in a teasing way. As she swung her leg off my lap, she seemed to pause for a fraction of a second in mid-swing giving me a look at her panty covered crotch. She was wearing white panties with lace in the front, and I swear I saw a shadowed outline of her pussy lips and small dark patch of hair for an instant. As she climbed off my lap she was watching me curiously, almost as if she wanted to see if I would look at her crotch if she flashed it at me. As she strolled out of the room she seemed to sway at lot more than when she came into the room, I guessed it was my imagination and my half hard prick taking over but suddenly I was aware that she had a great looking ass to go along with the rest of the equipment. As she turned to go up the stairs she paused and looked over her shoulder at me with an expression that I had never seen in her eyes before, but one that I had seen on grown women - a sort of evaluating, questioning expression, a look as old as time, and one that a man recognizes immediately - at that instant my daughter was appraising me as a man, not as a Daddy. The next morning as I was on my three mile jog I thought a lot about my new feelings about Amy. I was definitely sexually aroused by her, the whole rest of the evening I had a hard time taking my eyes off of her, and she seemed to always be moving into my field of view. Fortunately Jane was fuming about her campaign to make partner at her law firm and was oblivious to my inability to stop staring at Amy. At one point she did tell Amy to stop "flitting around" and sit down and watch television or go to bed. Amy waited until her mother had gone into the kitchen and then came over to kiss me goodnight. She was back into her tee shirt to sleep in and made a point of leaning over and giving me a really good look down her front again-this time there was no doubt, her nipples were a much darker pink and very hard. They looked like little pencil erasers and the area around the tip was wrinkled up and very prominent. She leaned in to kiss me and instead of kissing my cheek as she always did she kissed me lightly on the lips. I was so startled I actually drew back a few inches, she looked at me for a second with amusement sparkling in her green eyes and then turned and ran upstairs shouting good night to her Mother as she ran. As I jogged along I kept thinking, why did I feel this way? Did all Daddies feel this way about their daughters as they started to sexually mature? Was it a possession type of thing, did I need to possess this "woman" that was in my house? I knew I felt protective towards Amy, just as always, but there was a different edge to my feelings as I became aware of her as a sexual person, not just my child. We had shared everything as she grew up, should sex be any different? And was I correct that she was encouraging me, or was it just that Daddy was safe to practice on and it was sort of an enjoyable power trip making me uncomfortable. Amy was definitely becoming aware of the power of her sexuality and it was going to be a challenge as it progressed. I really wanted to see more of her body, I was becoming obsessed with the idea since yesterday afternoon. I decided not to make a fool of myself by chasing after her, or panting every time she came into the room, but to arrange a way to satisfy my curiosity about her sexy little body without her knowledge. At about two miles I decided that the thing I wanted most right now was to see that young body naked in an unhurried and safe way so that Amy would never realize how she affected me. I thought a lot about how to see her, in our house bathroom and bedroom doors were always closed, bathroom doors always locked. No one in our family would open a bedroom door without knocking, so "accidentally" walking in on her would not work - nor would it be a good idea since it would be too noticeable that I was interested. I thought about her bedroom windows but she normally kept the curtains closed plus it was on the second floor and would be impossible to see into from the back yard. The same was true of her bathroom, the windows there were even frosted glass so that was no good. Then an idea came to me, the room Jane and I used for home office shared its back wall with the back wall of her bathroom; maybe there was a possibility to do something to let me see into her bathroom from my office. I always woke Amy up when I got back from my run and then went into my office to cool down and watch the early morning news while she showered. Then I showered in the master bathroom and made the coffee and toast while Jane showered--she liked to sleep until the last possible moment and was impossible to wake up early. The trick was to see into the bathroom without Amy knowing it. When I got home I went upstairs and into Amy's bathroom to look for any ideas. While I was standing there I noticed the white lace panties that I saw her wearing yesterday lying on the top of the hamper. I picked them up and looked at the panel where her pussy rested. I noticed a faint discoloration and bringing it to my nose inhaled the sweet scent of her virgin pussy. I had never done that before and while it seemed like a strange thing to do it gave me an instant throbbing hard-on. I reached behind me and closed the door of her bathroom and pulled my shorts down letting my hard prick spring free. I buried my face in her panties and placing my tongue on the place where her pussy had leaked jacked off to one of the greatest cums I can ever remember, shooting a huge load into her sink. This obsession with my daughter was amazing, it happened over night and was becomming all consuming. Looking at the wall in Amy's bathroom after I recovered from my orgasm and the blood went back to my other head, the solution to how to see Amy naked came to me. Amy had nagged me all last winter to install a wall heater like Jane and I had in our bathroom in her bathroom since it was always cold in the house in the morning and she froze when she got out of the shower. If I did it just right this might be the answer since I would have to install the heater into the wall. I cleaned my cum out of her sink and left the bathroom. I walked across the loft and knocked softly on her door to wake her up. "Come in Daddy" I heard her soft voice say. I opened her door and looked into her room. She was laying on her back with her reddish brown hair spread over pillow. She looked so young and fresh and beautiful I wanted to jump her right there and then, and fuck her senseless even though just a few minutes before I had shot a huge load into her bathroom sink. What in the world was wrong with me, this was Amy for God's sake. "Come sit on the bed and talk to me Daddy." I was reluctant to get too close because I was afraid she would be able to tell that I had a fresh cum spot on my shorts and besides my prick was still about half hard. "I'm too sweaty from my run honey, let's both take a shower and we can have breakfast together" I said leaning on the door jamb. "OK, me first" she said swinging out of bed quickly. This time she flashed me pure pussy since she was not wearing any panties under her sleep shirt, I should have figured that since I had just spent five minutes in the bathroom with my face in her panties. I stood there in the doorway sort of dumb struck as she squeezed by me, "accidentally" rubbing her tits on my arm. "Move you sweaty man, never keep a woman from her shower when breakfast is waiting" she said in a husky voice, looking up a me through lowered eyelids. I had never heard her talk in that husky, sexy tone before, certainly not to me, she must have gotten that line from one of our old movies somewhere, she could be overly dramatic when she wanted to be. It made my prick stir again in my running shorts. I was going to have to do something or I would spend the rest of the year in a perpetual state of erection. When I announced that I was planning on putting a heater in her bathroom Amy launched herself at me and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me soundly on the lips. "You're the most wonderful Daddy in the world and I would do anything for you" she murmured into the side of my neck. Her pussy mound pressed into my thigh and I could feel a slight heat as she pushed it against me for a second then spun away towards the bathroom. I must admit to a few twinges of guilt at my real motivation for installing her heater, but I rationalized that this was really best for her since it would allow me to indulge my fantasy without having to screw her brains out - which is what I felt like doing. I just couldn't believe how quickly all of this was happening, I was madly obsessed with Amy in the space of eighteen hours. Later that day I bought the heater and waited until both Amy and Jane were out grocery shopping that evening. I went down the basement to my shop and cut a one inch diameter hole in the back of the heater housing. On my office side of the wall there was a switch plate that held the switch that controlled a baseboard socket. I removed the wires and cut a hole in the back of the switch box that would line up with the hole in the heater housing. When I finished I went over into Amy's bathroom and looked to see if the hole was noticeable from her side of the wall. As long as the light was off in my office and on in her bathroom it was not noticeable. The view from the office was great, I was looking directly into the full width wall mirror over her sinks. It allowed me to see the entire bathroom. Now all I had to do was wait until tomorrow morning when Amy would take her shower. On my run the next morning I kept arguing with myself if what I was going to do was morally right, and most important what was the risk if I got caught - by Amy or worse by Jane. Would I destroy Amy's trust, the trust we had build over the last thirteen years, in me forever? How would she view her Daddy after discovering that he was spying on her naked? I pretty much got rid of the moral issues during the first mile, I decided that no harm was coming to Amy by me seeing her naked. I was sure that in many families this sort of casual nudity was the norm, and it was only Jane's irrational hang-ups that structured our family behavior. I began to resent Jane more and more as I rationalized that she was keeping me from enjoying the more intimate relationship that I wanted with Amy. Jane herself was no real treat in bed, she never initiated sex, and often accepted advances from me in a sort of resigned manner; it had gotten worse since our fight over my refusal to get a vasectomy, over the last year as she campaigned for partner our sex stopped altogether, leaving me definitely in a horny state. I saw much more complete acceptance and love in Amy's eyes when she looked at me than I ever saw from Jane. I firmly believed that if I walked into Amy's room and asked her to take off all of her clothes she would do it, but it was not a approach I was willing to risk until I had sorted out my feelings. The risk of getting caught peeping at my naked thirteen year old daughter was what was bothering me. What if Amy noticed the hole in the back of the heater and went running directly to her mother? Worse yet, what if Jane noticed it. I would certainly lose my daughter, the person who I loved the most in the world. Plus I had never seen myself as a "Peeping Tom", I never thought just looking at someone was very stimulating. But in the current situation I was obsessed with seeing Amy naked and unaware. I continued to weigh the alternatives for the rest of my run, first deciding that the risk was too high and then immediately changing my mind and being determined to see it through - at least once. By the time I got home I was still wavering. I went to the office and took the switch plate off the wall in my office. I then went into Amy's bathroom and turned on the light and looked to see if there was any sign of the hole in the heater. Even getting very close it was almost impossible to see the hole even though I knew where to look. I went over to the bathroom door and turned out the light and checked again. This time it was much easier to see the hole, it would be very risky to have the switch plate off in the office with Amy's bathroom in darkness. Fortunately this time of year it was pretty dark outside and since Amy got up so early it would be inconceivable that she would not turn on the light immediately upon entering the bathroom. I went back to the office and put the plate loosely back on the wall and went to wake Amy up. I knocked gently on Amy's door and said that it was time to get up. "OK Daddy, I'm awake - I'll be up in a second." I heard her soft voice answer. I went directly across the upstairs loft and entered my office, locking the door behind me. I took the plate off the wall and looked through into her dark bathroom. I could still see pretty well, even with the lights off, but vowed to put the plate back on immediately if she walked in past the door without turning on the light. As I stood there, my face against the wall, my eye looking though the wall my heart was beating like a trip hammer and my mouth was very dry. I heard Amy's bedroom door open and I almost lost my nerve. I backed away from the hole for a second in panic, but then got control of myself and put my eye back to the hole. I heard the bathroom door shut and lock and the room was suddenly flooded with light. I saw Amy move into my field of view and stop in front of the sink, lean forward and look into the mirror. She was wearing a long football jersey and white socks (she always complained about her cold feet). As she leaned forward the shirt rode up and exposed the very bottom edge of her ass cheeks, pink and very cute. I felt like I couldn't breath and my prick lurched in my shorts. I also felt this incredible sense of power looking at Amy when she didn't know she was being observed. I think I understood at that moment why people took these sort of chances - it wasn't just to look at someone naked it was the power of doing it unobserved, seeing someone without their "public face" on, knowing something that they didn't. Amy straightened up and walked over to the toilet. She turned around and lifting up her shirt sat down to pee. I saw a flash of hair down low as she pulled up the shirt but it all happened so quick that I didn't see much. She leaned forward and I heard the sound of her peeing. When she finished she reached over and got some toilet paper and wiped her pussy. I was able to see her pubic hair better now, and she seemed to wipe for a few seconds longer than necessary. She stood up, flushed the toilet and reached down and grasping the bottom of her shirt pulled it over her head. I almost had a heart attack, there she was wearing only her socks. She turned toward me and walked towards the heater; at that moment you could have shot me dead and I would have died with my face still pressed up against the wall. The young girl approaching me was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Her hair was tousled from sleep and hung partially in her face and down over her shoulders. Since she slept with no bra or panties there were no lines on her body it was just smooth ivory. Her tits were firm and lovely and as I watched her nipples began hardening from the cool air. Her waist was small and her hips were beginning to flare into a womanly shape. She had incredibly long legs, I had never seen her naked before and I was amazed that it looked like two thirds of her body was legs. They were not just long, they were filled out and the skin looked wonderfully soft but at the same time firm. My vision was drawn immediately to the top of her thighs, and there was her wonderful pussy - a mound that was very prominent with a small patch of reddish brown hair right at the top of her mound which was split with a delicate slit. Her thighs still had that small space between them at the top that young girls enjoy. My hand instinctively went into my shorts, pulling them down in the front and letting my incredibly hard prick spring free. I grasped my prick and began jacking off while looking at Amy's beautiful body. As she walked up to the heater to turn it on I got a close-up of her tits, only a foot away through the wall. I wanted to reach my mouth through the wall and suck on those beautiful little nipples. As she turned on the heater the fan blew a burst of warm air on her tits and she giggled and reached up with her left hand and pinched her left nipple, rolling it between her thumb and index finger. I heard a soft moan from her and then she seemed to snap back and suddenly was hopping across the floor taking off one sock at a time as she was heading toward the shower. Her small tits bounced as she hopped and I got a great view of her wonderful ass. She had what some guys call a "bubble ass", one that was small and very well defined, jutting out like a shelf from her back. I could only think of how good it would feel to fuck her from behind and ride that tight young ass. As she reached the tub/shower she bent over to adjust the water and I saw the best part of her pussy. I could see the inner lips, prominent and extending out. Her outer lips parted slightly as she bent over with her legs spread and I thought I could see her cunt hole. It was at that moment that I shot a terrific load on the wall, I worried she would hear my groan, but the water was running in the tub so I was pretty safe. As my cum spurted onto the wall I said softly "I want to fuck you Amy, this is for you baby." She switched the shower on and stepped into the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed. I sat down heavily in my chair, still holding my dripping prick, exhausted and sated. What an experience! She was beautiful! There was no doubt now, I was going to have to fuck her, the question was not if, but when - and of course how was I going to make it happen. Chapter 2. The next day I repeated my morning peeking on Amy as she took her shower. Unlike the first day I was able to restrain my cuming until she got out of the shower and I was able to watch her dry her lovely body as I reached my orgasm. Seeing her rub her tits and pussy with that big soft towel was an incredible experience. On Thursday I was back again, watching her dry off, rubbing her towel on her pussy. After a few seconds of rubbing she put the towel between her spread legs and reached around behind herself and grasping the towel at the front and the back she began pulling the towel back and forth through her legs, rubbing it across her cunt. After a couple of minutes she began to moan softly and she backed up to the vanity around the sink and leaned back on the counter. She braced her legs outward and dropped the front of the towel. She put one hand between her legs and began rubbing the outside of her cunt lips. With her other hand she reached up and started rolling a nipple between her fingers as I had seen her do that first morning. My prick was pounding and I was at the verge of shooting my load, I stopped jacking off, I wanted to enjoy her masturbation and cum with her if possible, it was almost impossible not to finish myself off immediately. After rubbing her pussy lips Amy raised her hand to her face and sniffed her fingers, then put them into her mouth to taste herself and get them wet. Her moaning increased as her now wet fingers went quickly back to her cunt to resume her rubbing, her left hand now went from her nipple to her mouth and then to down between her legs where she inserted a finger up her cunt hole and began pushing it in and out in rhythm with the finger on her right hand which was rubbing the top of her clit in a circular motion. Amy was grinding her hips against the counter while her hands moved quicker at her pussy. Her mouth fell open and she began to pant, a faint red flush spread across her pretty chest and colored the top of her little tits. Her hands began to move faster and faster and she was panting harder and moaning. "Uhhhhhh, uhhhhhh, uhnnnnn ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh ummmmmm" she moaned and her fingers flew at her cunt, her finger now directly on her clit and rubbing it vertically while her left index finger was making circles in her cunt hole. I began stroking my throbbing prick as she neared her climax, pushing it down horizontal to my body and feeling the head flex and grow. As I began to cum I heard Amy reach her own orgasm. "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, nowwwwwww, nowwwwww , fuck me , fuckmefuckmefuckmedadddy, fuckmeeeedadddy, ohhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh." As I shot my cum I was amazed, she was fantasizing about me fucking her! She called 'Daddy' as she came! It was like I couldn't stop cuming, I almost shouted out loud but instead I whispered out her name. "Amy fuck me, fuck me, your daddy wants you, he wants to bury his prick in you and fuck you, let me fuck you Amy, fuck you, fuckyou, ahhhhhhhhh, Amy Amy Amy Amy fuck me!." When her orgasm had finished she leaned back with both hands behind her on the counter panting. After a minute she lifted her hands to her face and sniffed her fingers again, putting her left index finger deep in her mouth and sucking her juices off of it. She trembled with an after orgasm contraction then picked her towel off the floor and wiped the sweat from her chest and face and dried her pussy and washed her hands. Putting on her robe she turned out the light and went out of the bathroom, I heard her bedroom door close. I stood in the darkness of my office, my prick still standing straight up as a last drop of cum ran down it's length, and thought about what I had just seen and heard. Would she welcome a realization of her fantasy, or would it scare her and ruin our relationship forever? I was convinced that I had to make some move to see which eventuality would result. That morning at breakfast I was subdued, introspecting on what I had seen (and heard) Amy do in her bathroom and what it meant. Amy kept making eye contact with me and seemed strangely hyper, probably still high from her masturbation earlier I thought. Jane, however, didn't seem to pick up on anything amiss. She announced that she would be going to LA that afternoon for a client meeting and since they had a late dinner scheduled as well as leaving room for meetings the next morning if needed, would spend the night at the hotel where they were dining and return late Friday afternoon in time for dinner. She suggested that Amy and I could go out to eat if we didn't want to fend for ourselves at home. She would leave her car at the Oakland airport since I was tied up all afternoon and couldn't drop her off for her flight. I got home about five-thirty that afternoon, Amy had been home since around three pm when she had gotten out of school. This year we were letting her come home and be by herself for a hour or two until one of us got home. She usually just watched television or worked on her homework, the only rule was no one was allowed over until a parent was at home. When I walked into the house it smelled great, and going into the kitchen I saw Amy stirring a pot of pasta sauce on the stove. The smell of garlic bread was perfuming the air. " Hi Daddy, I'm so glad you are home, I was getting worried that dinner would be spoiled if you were too much later." "Hi yourself honey, it smells great, what can I do to help" I asked. "You can make a salad and put water glasses on the table, that would be a big help, I don't want to leave the bread I'm afraid it will burn" she said, turning to the oven and bending over to look at the bread. She looked so desirable bending over the oven in her tight jeans I almost grabbed her waist and shoved my prick against her tight little ass. Gaining control over myself I moved to the refrigerator and got out the salad fixings. "You are awfully nice to fix your Daddy dinner Amy-bear (that was the nickname that I used to call her when she was little when she started calling me and Jane "Daddy-bear and Mommy-bear" after she was read the Goldilocks story). I hadn't called her that in a long time, it just seemed to fit with how I close I was feeling to her right now. "I love you too Daddy-bear, can I have my hug now? I've been a good girl all day long" she said batting her eyelashes at me in an exaggerated fashion. "Come here baby and I'll give you a hug" I said, putting down the lettuce and holding my arms out in her direction. Amy came over and nestled into my arms and put her arms around my waist and her head on my chest and hugged me tight. I could feel her tits on my stomach, pressing firmly into me, and her long legs against mine. I felt my prick start to swell and I pulled back from her just a bit so that she wouldn't feel it too. I covered my pulling away by patting her gently on the ass a few times. "That's just in case you are bad later, now you have already been spanked so I guess you get one bad for free, sort of like a get out of jail free card" I joked, while enjoying the sensation of feeling her tight ass with my hand resting on it. "Oh Daddy that's not fair, what if I'm not bad then I got spanked for nothing--and besides you know when I'm bad I'm very very good" she said, the last several words in her Bette Davis flirty voice. "Amy, go check the oven" I said, pushing on her ass to move her in the general direction of the stove and away from my hardening prick, "if you burn the bread it will set off the smoke detector and you know what that means." I was referring to the time last month when she burned a batch of cookies and it took 15 minutes to silence the smoke detector. "Huh" she said moving over to the oven, "here I slave my fingers to the bone to please my man and all I get are insults" enjoying the banter. One of the things I loved most about Amy was her sense of humor and our ability to exchange one-liners from books and movies that we both loved. Somehow that type of sharing always made us feel closer together, something we both needed since Jane had gotten even more distant over the last year. "Honey you always please me, you are my delight in life" I said blowing her a kiss as I moved toward the dining room with the salad bowl. She had set the table beautifully, candles and a bottle of red wine for me. I helped her dish up pasta and carried the hot sliced bread into the dinning room. She joined me and lit the candles, turning out the overhead dining room light. I held out her chair and ran my hand down the back of her hair as she sat down. I sat in my chair at the other side of the table. "I notice that you have a wine glass at your place too, does that mean that you are going to try to talk me into giving you some wine with dinner" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "Please Daddy, just a half a glass, if this was France I would have been drinking wine with dinner for years" she protested. "OK, but don't tell your Mother or she'll have a stroke, and don't complain to me if you have a headache in the morning." "Mom is in LA and this is a Daddy-Daughter night" she said holding out her glass "we can do whatever we want, and even if I have a headache in the morning I'll still respect you" she giggled. An idea began to enter my head, maybe a glass of wine would relax her enough to see what she really thought about her relationship with me. So I poured her a glass of the cabernet and served up the salads. During our enjoyable dinner Amy actually drank two glasses of the wine, I don't think she liked it very much but she was determined to be sophisticated and grown up. She kept up the light banter and chatted with me all during dinner about my work, our favorite movies (all old ones) never referring to her school or friends, or anything that might make me see her in the child mode. After we finished I helped her clear the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. With the kitchen clean I asked her what she wanted to do for the rest of the evening. "Let's watch a movie" she suggested. "We could watch Sabrina, you know that is one of my favorites." I knew she was referring to the Audrey Hepburn version, Amy alternated between thinking she was Bette Davis or Audrey Hepburn. "That's fine with me honey, let me get changed and we can watch it" I wanted to put my sweats on and get more comfortable. I had had three glasses of wine with dinner, between the two us we pretty much polished off the cabernet. "Me too" she said running up stairs. I was back down stairs in about five minutes, having taken time to brush my teeth and pee. I had on a pair of sweats, with no underwear. I knew that was chancy but it seemed like the right approach. Amy came down about five minutes later, her hair was freshly brushed and she had on white knee socks and one of her long tee shirts. I wondered what she had on underneath it and hoped I would find out. Amy put the tape in the VCR and came over to my chair. "Can I sit with you in the Daddy-bear chair? I'm sure we'll both still fit." When Amy was little she used to curl up with me in my big leather chair which she called the Daddy-bear chair. "Sure baby, if you get too cramped we can move to the couch", moving over in the chair to make room for her. She climbed up in the chair and snuggled in beside me. Her long legs were stretched out along side of mine on the foot stool and her tits snuggled into my ribs. Her pussy rested along side of the top of my thigh and I swear I could feel it warmer than the rest of her body. As she settled in I could smell a faint aroma of the new perfume that I gave her for her twelfth birthday, what I told her was a grown up scent. It was light and airy smelling, it fit perfectly with her young beautiful body. The perfume mingled with the fresh smell of her hair as my cheek rested on it. We settled in to watch the movie about Audrey Hepburn going away as a little girl and returning as a beautiful woman--obviously a favorite fantasy of Amy's, and one that I was beginning to share with her. About fifteen minutes into the movie I looked down a Amy and noticed that she had fallen asleep in my arms. I guess the wine was a little too much for her. Using the remote I turned the sound down a little on the movie and looked at her sleeping cuddled up on me. Even though she was only thirteen she sure looked like a woman at that moment. Her long hair fell over the side of her face and the breast that rested on my chest was clearly outlined by her shirt. It rose and fell slowly as she breathed. Her top leg was thrown partly up on my leg and her pussy was still pressing tightly on the side of my upper thigh. Her mouth was slightly open and her bottom lip was full and pouty. Her upper lip had a strong bow in the center and her little nose still had a very light dusting of freckles on it from the summer sun. I don't think I have ever loved anyone else as much as I loved her at that moment. Certainly more than I loved Jane. My feelings for Amy were both protective and loving as well as sexual. What a wonderful feeling, one that I am sure only a father could understand, I could never image feeling that way about a woman that was not mine, mine in both body and sprit, Amy was in fact a part of me. I had been with her from the day she was born and I felt like I knew her better than anyone else on earth. I gently moved her hair out of her face and touched her cheek softly with my fingertips. Her skin was so warm and soft. As I touched her she snuggled in closer, rubbing her pussy on my leg as she wiggled it tighter on my leg. I started lightly stroking her back and moving up to her side. Her body felt so wonderful to stroke. As I rubbed I started moving my hand to where her tit started on her side, just about where her bra would go if she were wearing one. As I began to rub closer to her firm little tit my cock, true to form, began to make its presence known. I had had more hardons in the last three days that I had in the previous three months. Finally I began to stroke the side of her tit itself, watching carefully to make sure I wasn't waking her up. By this time my prick was fully hard and tenting up the sweat pants. Fortunately I had skipped wearing any underwear so I was not uncomfortable. By now I had moved my hand to hold her entire tit, and I could feel the nipple hard under the palm of my hand. I gently squeezed and massaged her little tit through her shirt. She looked like she was still sleeping, but her leg began to move slightly, and her pussy began to rub on my thigh ever so gently. I really wanted to touch that bare tit, would it wake her to put my hand up under her long tee shirt? I guess there was only one way to find out. I started to rub down her side and over her hip. I could not feel any panty line, either on her waist or at the bottom of her ass, which I was now rubbing. I came to the end of the shirt which had ridden up a bit when she laid down. Now my hand was resting on bare thigh. I left it there without moving it for what seemed like a week but was probably only two or three minutes. Finally I decided it was time to make a move. I might not have done it if we hadn't had the wine, but we had and I did. I began moving my hand carefully up the back of her thigh under her tee shirt. As I came to her ass I carefully moved my hand to the side of her hip, just in case she did wake up before I got to her tits. As I rubbed the down slope of her hip and onto her waist she murmured more and pulled in closer. I froze my hand and when she started to breath normally again I began moving up her side and over her ribs. My thumb finally touched the underside of her tit. I stopped for a minute and then wrapped my whole hand around her firm tit. It was so firm and yet soft, the nipple was still hard and felt wonderful as I gently rolled it between my thumb and forefinger just as Amy had done when she masturbated earlier that day. Now I was getting a stronger response from her pussy, it was definitely rubbing on my leg. When I took my eyes off of her face to look in that direction I was startled, my arm had lifted her tee shirt up almost to her waist and I could see where her pussy rubbed against my leg. I couldn't see the lips but the hair at the top of the mound showed over the top of my thigh. I leaned my head down to her and gently placed my lips on hers, feeling her warm breath on my mouth. As my lips touched her lips she tightened up the arm that was over my chest and I felt the very tip of her tongue gently slide back and forth on my lower lip and then dip for a moment into my mouth. I was startled and tried to pull away, but her hand moved up over my chest to the back of my head and pulled me down onto her lips again, this time her tongue came strongly into my mouth and I matched it with my own. I was definitely getting tongue kissed, ready or not. Amy's green eyes opened and looked at me, breaking the kiss she rolled over onto me and sat up putting her legs on both sides of my left leg, sliding her pussy against the top of my thigh while she leaned forward, her lips coming down for another kiss. I could feel the warm softness of her pussy on the top of my thigh, her little patch of hair rubbed on my leg as she leaned back and reached down and pulled her tee shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. Bracing herself by putting her hands on my chest and sitting up straight she looked me in the eyes. "Am I pretty Daddy?" she asked softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Do you like looking at me? I like you to look, it made me feel excited when you looked down my shirt on Sunday." "Yes honey you are beautiful, I love looking at you and I love touching you too" "Touch my breasts Daddy, make my bottom tingle, I love the way that feels" she whispered. I reached up and cupped her small tits in my hands, rolling both nipples between my thumbs and fore fingers. As I did she began rocking her warm, soft pussy back and forth on the top of my thigh. "It makes me feel like I have an itch inside of me and I have to rub on you to make it feel better" she whispered as she looked into my eyes. She leaned forward and grasp my head between her hands and kissed me again, this time thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. I met her tongue with my tongue, feeling her hot mouth on me along with her rapidly moistening pussy rubbing on my leg as I squeezed her tits and rubbed her nipples. More than anything I wanted to get her over to the couch where I could put my hands on the inside of her thighs and spread them and put my mouth over her cunt and suck the pussy juice out of her. I wanted to feel her cherry with my tongue and to suck her clit until she came as she had that morning when I had watched her. Then let her suck the pussy juice off of my tongue. I was about to suggest the move to her when I heard a door open, I jerked my head up and saw Jane standing in the doorway into the den to the carport. She was looking at Amy sitting naked on my leg wearing only her white knee socks, kissing me while I had my hands on her tits. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?" Jane shouted. Amy jumped straight up in the air and landed on her ass on the floor next to my chair. I started to get up but got tangled up in the foot stool and sat down on the floor as well. "Get up to your room you little slut, I'll tend to you in a minute, first I want to talk with this child molester here" Jane screamed. Amy started sobbing and ran from the room, I heard her running up the stairs then her bedroom door slamming. "Just what the hell were you doing with her Jim? If I had come in five minutes later you would probably have had your prick out and been fucking her" Jane said in a tone cold as ice. "I guess my meeting being canceled interrupted your little seduction. How long has this been going on? Have you taken her virginity yet you bastard?" "It just happened" I said "this is the first time anything like this happened and it just went as far as you saw, nothing else happened" I said. I knew this was going to be the end of my family, just the look on Jane's face said it all. "You know that this type of behavior with someone under the age of fourteen is a Class A felony. You can say good-bye to your company and probably the next five years as well" she said smugly. "Look" I said "we can work this out some way, the important thing is to not hurt Amy." "Oh sure, you're so concerned about Amy, so concerned you were about to rape her and take her virginity you son of a bitch" she said with a hateful look on her face. "I'll tell you what we are going to 'work out', you are leaving tonight, right now, as soon as you pack your clothes you rotten bastard. You will give me $5,000 dollars a month support and you will not see, call, talk to or write Amy until she is eighteen, and then only if she is foolish enough to want to talk with you, which I doubt when I explain what a worthless son of a bitch you are for the next four years. While you are packing your clothes I am going to write down what I saw you doing when I came in the door and you are going to sign it. If you ever contact Amy again before she is eighteen I will go the police and file charges of attempted rape of a minor against you, I will also make sure that everyone in your company, your board and everyone you know is informed of how you spend your evenings. I will also make sure that Amy gets on the stand and is made to tell everyone how you tried to seduce her. Now do you agree or do I call 911 and have you spend the night in jail?" I knew I had no choice, Jane had me cold there was no doubt about that, I was frantic to talk to Amy, to explain what I really wanted to do with her, just to express my love. "I want five minutes alone with Amy to explain why I am leaving and tell her that I love her" I pleaded, "give me that at least, then I will sign your fucking paper." "Fuck you, you bastard, you are not getting within 50 feet of her, you pack your shit and hit the road, just be glad that you are not going to be arrested. But I swear to you if you try to contact her--even so much as a birthday card or phone call - you will have police knocking on your door. The statute limitation on attempted rape of a minor is seven years, so believe me you are free only as long as I want you to be. Remember I may not be a trial lawyer but I am well connected here in the East Bay and I know some ball-busting woman who do practice criminal law; fuck with me and you will do hard time, I swear it. So unless you want to see your precious Amy forced to tell a courtroom full of people how you stripped her naked and tried to fuck her you had better get your shit packed right now and get gone you sorry bastard." Fifteen minutes later I was on the road, my stuff thrown in the trunk and back seat of the car heading toward our beach house in La Jolla north of San Diego. Jane had my signed confession and I had heard Amy sobbing in her room as I walked down the stairs. That was almost three years ago, and here I was back in the Bay Area and I had just talked to Amy on the phone. I had no doubt that if Jane found out I would be visited by the police. But during the three years I had come to peace with my love for Amy, for the sexual attraction I felt for her, and I needed to tell her how much I loved her and how much she meant to me. Our phone conversation was only a few minutes long, Jane was due home any minute and I couldn't take the chance. In a few hours I would see Amy again - I wondered how this night would end given the way the last night we had been together had ended. I had taken care of my business telephone calls and checked my e-mail with my laptop and was just out of the shower when the phone rang. I answered it hoping I would not hear Jane's voice on the other end, or the police calling from the lobby. "Daddy?" I heard Amy's soft voice say. "Yes honey" I answered, it was so wonderful to hear that word again, the feelings of missing her welled up inside of me so strongly that tears formed in my eyes. "I'm over at Tami's house and she'll drop me off at the Hyatt in about an hour when her parents leave. I told her that I am meeting a boy that I ran into at the mall, she knows how strict Mom is on me not dating and she thinks that it's lame so she'll keep her mouth shut about it. But I can only spend an hour or so, her folks won't be gone very long. We have to be here when they get home, so Tami will drop me off then shop in the Square and come back to get me" Amy relayed in a hushed voice. "That's fine honey, any time with you is golden to me, I just want to see you and hug you" "Well, we have a lot to talk about Daddy, I'll see you about an hour. Will you meet me down in the lobby?" "I'll be there Amy-bear" I said, still sensing some amount of reserve in her voice. It was like she was holding back, not sure of where we stood with each other. It made me nervous to think about what that worthless cunt Jane had been saying since I left. I remembered her promise to poison Amy against me, and I wondered if it had worked. Chapter 3 I got dressed as carefully as if I was back in college getting ready for a big date. I wore the tie that Amy had given me for that last Father's Day we were together, along with a new soft gray blazer and navy pants. As I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the closet doors. I thought that I looked about as good as could be expected for a 42 year old. Living in La Jolla at the beach house had given me a pretty good tan, and my hair was still good, full with no signs of gray. I did have a slightly nervous look on my face, but that could have been my imagination. I still had about thirty minutes before Amy would get here, but I was too nervous to sit around my twelfth floor room so I rode the elevator down to the lobby and walked towards the bar to have a glass of wine while I was waiting. I hoped being around other people might relax me a bit and make me feel more normal. Seeing Amy was taking a terrible chance for both of us. I walked into the bar and sat at a table in the back where I could see the front door. The bar waitress came over and took my order, leaving me a dish of assorted munchies. When my wine arrived I sat back and sipped my cabernet and watched the people walking across the lobby. I was hoping that I wouldn't see anyone that I knew from my time in the Bay Area, it was pretty unlikely since most of the people I knew lived here and would be unlikely to be at a hotel in the evening unless there was a dinner. I had already checked out the scheduled meetings on the television in the room and there wasn't anything that anyone I knew could be expected to attend. I was beginning to relax as I sat and watched the people in the crowd, wondering who they were and what brought them to Jack London Square here in Oakland. As I looked across to the far end of the lobby I noticed a beautiful woman with almost waist length hair in a short green silk dress walking in from the revolving doors. As the door revolved behind her to let someone else in a slight gust of wind blew her loose skirt up against her, outlining a really fine ass. Now that's a good looking body I thought. I glanced up at her face and was stunned, it was Amy, but looking like a woman and not a young girl. The front of her dress was tight and low cut, revealing the start of some really great cleavage, her breasts standing out firmly, large in circumference-definitely a D cup size if she had been wearing a bra, which I was willing to bet she wasn't by the way her tits moved as she walked. Her legs were still very long, and she stood at least 5'10" or so in her low heels and it seemed that most of her height was still in those magnificent legs. She moved gracefully across the lobby and sat down in one of the large wingback chairs that faced the elevators. She crossed her long legs and settled back into the chair. It was relatively dark in the bar so I doubt she could have seen me even if she had turned and looked, but regardless her attention was focused on the elevators, expecting me to walk out of one of them. Each time one of the elevators dinged and opened its doors on the lobby floor she leaned forward in anticipation. When I didn't emerge she would lean back and re-cross her legs, or fidget with her dress, pulling the hem down, or tugging up on the neckline. It was obvious that she was not used to being in public dressed in as sophisticated an outfit as she was wearing tonight. I gazed at her profile for about five minutes and then ordered another glass of cabernet (mine was still almost full) I told the waitress I would be right back. I stood up and walked toward her chair. My heart was in my throat as I approached Amy's chair. When I drew up along aside of it I reached out and touched her hair. "Hi Amy-bear" I said softly. She started momentarily and then looked up at me with those huge green eyes. My heart was really beating now, I didn't know if it was from fear or desire. "Hi Daddy" she said looking deep into my eyes. She leaned forward to pick up her purse from the floor beside the chair and then stood up. I had quiet a view of the top of her tits as she leaned forward, they were now full and beautifully shaped with deeply shadowed cleavage, and as I suspected there was no bra restraining them within her dress. As she stood up her forehead was almost level with my eyes, she had definitely grown over the last three years. I started to move towards her to hug her but she moved back a fraction of an inch, it was enough for me to see that she was not comfortable with our hugging yet. My heart sank, had Jane been successful in convincing Amy that I was a bastard and didn't love her? Holding out my arm I suggested that we adjourn to the bar where it was quiet and we could talk. She linked her arm through mine and we moved toward my table. When we sat down I the slid the new glass of cabernet over in front of her, I picked up my glass and proposed a toast. "To the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and the one I love most dearly." Amy picked up her glass and touched it to mine and sipped her wine. "Here's looking at you keed" I said in my best Peter Sellers imitation of Bogart. She giggled and seemed to visibly relax. It was not lost on her that this was the same wine we had drunk with our dinner on that fall evening so long ago, or that I was wearing the tie she gave me for Father's Day three years ago. Her look seemed to soften and she sighed gently. "So tell me what....." we both began simultaneously. We laughed, relieving some more of the awkwardness and I asked Amy to go first. "First, I need to know why you didn't talk to me before you left that night, why you left without a word" Amy said, looking directly into my eyes in a challenging way. " It is sort of complicated honey, but I really had no choice, your mother saw to that." I then related what had happened in that fifteen minutes from Jane walking in on us and me pulling out of the driveway. "Mostly, baby it was her threat to get you involved in the damn legal process that made me accept her terms and leave without a fight. I just couldn't stand the idea of you being forced to sit in a courtroom full of strangers and talk about what happened between us, I would rather have died than let that happen to you." "That rotten bitch" Amy said with fire in her eyes, "she lied to me from the start about why you left. She told me you said that you were trying to fuck me to see if I turning into a slut and that you had had an affair with Sara-Jane two years before when she used to baby-sit me and that you had to buy her off and that's why she left town. She said that you were disgusted with me and wanted to leave because you were convinced that I was turning into a slut" Amy said, tears forming in her eyes. "I thought you never wanted to see me again, that bitch told me that she bet you would never write or call me even on my birthday or Christmas and that that would prove that you never wanted to be around me again" Amy sobbed, the tears now rolling down her face. I picked up a bar napkin off the table and blotted the tears from her face. "I wanted to call you or write you a hundred times a day Amy, I bought you birthday and Christmas presents, wrapped them up and put them in the closet because I couldn't mail them. Then in a few weeks I would give them to Goodwill because it hurt too much to see them in the closet. I knew your mother was serious, she would have ruined your life and mine just out of spite" I said, continuing to dab the tears off her face. I pulled my chair over next to her and put my arm around her shoulders and hugged her in close. She rested her head on my chest and hugged me back, starting to cry harder. "Hey, I'll have to get this jacket cleaned if you don't turn off the waterworks, let's not give the Wicked Witch Of The West the satisfaction of turning our reunion into a crying fest" I joked. "I'm just so relieved to know the rotten bitch was lying and that you did love me, I will never call her anything but "bitch" as long as she lives, she doesn't deserve to be my mother. You will have to be all the family I have now Daddy. Lying to Julie about what happened and pretending that you were still a part of my life was terrible, but I couldn't tell her what happened I was afraid that she would slip and say something to her parents." "I understand how you feel baby, and you did the right thing with Julie, but Jane still has that letter that she made me sign and as long as she has it you and I have to dance to her tune, we have no choice. I think as long as I send her her hush money and keep away from you for the next three years, as far as she knows, we are safe." "That bitch also told me that you had left us without any money so that the only income we had was from her law firm and that I would have to quit my riding lessons and the health club and not have so many new clothes. This year she won't let Julie and I exchange visits, she said we couldn't afford it. This isn't even my dress, I borrowed it from Tami--it is too short and too tight in the top and I don't even have a bra I can wear with it, but I couldn't bear to come to see you in jeans and a tank top or some stupid junior high party dress" Amy said with a tight expression on her face. I would hate to be Jane when Amy decided to unload on her, she had always had a temper, but this was one pissed young woman right now, her eyes looked like green fire. "Well Amy, what do we do now? I can't just walk away but I don't want to be seeing the outside world through bars for five years and I sure don't want your name drug though the mud as your mother-sorry ' the bitch'- seems to want to do." "I don't know Daddy, but I am going to find a way to be with you and away from her, that's for sure" Amy said through clenched jaws. The next hour sped by at light speed, it seemed like only five minutes as I filled Amy in on what I had been doing since I drove out of our driveway almost three years ago. I told her I had thought about her almost constantly on my 10 hour drive to the beach house in La Jolla. I had decided that rather than try to fight Jane (referred to now by both of us as "the bitch" or alternately the "Wicked Witch Of The West"- which seemed to amuse Amy) and take a chance of Amy getting called into court I would meet all of her demands. After I got settled into the beach house I called my Berkeley office and told them I would be working out to the San Diego office for the foreseeable future (one of the advantages of owning the company). So I settled in and tried to live a normal life, but I thought of Amy almost constantly, wondering how she was doing at school, what music she was listening to, who she had as friends and most of all what she thought about my hasty departure and me. That's what had worried me the most, what she must think of me, after letting herself be incredibly vulnerable with me, trusting me with her developing body I suddenly dropped her on her ass (literally) and left town without even a good-bye. It often kept me awake at night playing the various scenarios over and over about what I should have done or could have done. As I spoke, tears formed in my eyes as I remembered living through what Amy must have been thinking. "It's all right Daddy" she said, this time reaching out to me with a bar napkin. "We are together now, and I know the truth. We will never have to doubt each other again." I was glad we were in a relatively unoccupied part of the bar with the way we were going through those paper napkins. Amy confessed that she was completely confused as to what my mind set had been as I left the house. She never believed her mother (the bitch) when she told her that I was disgusted with Amy's behavior and had left to escape the embarrassment of further advances. For one thing Amy said she was sure that the look in my eyes as she kissed me was not faked and besides I was fully participating until Jane launched herself into the scene. The missed birthdays and Christmas' were hard to take, but she sensed that Jane was behind the lack of contact since she kept bringing it up to Amy. "Somehow I just felt like she was trying too hard to convince me that you were a rotten bastard, she was overplaying her hand. If you were so bad why was she continuing to remind me of you instead of trying to help me get over it. It really seemed like she had an agenda" said Amy. "I finally decided the best thing to do was to stop trusting her until I could talk with you again and get to the truth." Amy then told me all about school, specifically her total lack of boyfriends, at her mother's instance, but with her unspoken agreement. "I just didn't want some teenage boy slobbering all over me, all they did anyway was stare at my tits as soon as they started to grow. I kept feeling like telling them that I knew that my breasts were pretty but that they didn't have ears or a mouth and if they wanted to talk to me talk to my face and not my chest" Amy said with a hint of bitterness. "Don't get me wrong, I am very proud of my breasts, I didn't do anything to 'earn' them, but they are the biggest in my school and the other girls are always envious of them. But believe me no one has seen them or touched them since you did that night." Amy also told me how she worked out every night and ran every morning. She did look like she was in fantastic shape, her legs were perfectly muscled as well as being long. She told me, with a blush on her face, that last month she had broken her thigh -master ( she explained to her bewildered father that a thigh-master is a large rubber coated spring exerciser that women squeezed between their thighs to tone their thigh muscles, it looks like a big hand squeezer). She was up to doing 500 squeezes every night along with 200 sit-ups and running three miles every morning in under 20 minutes- a much better time than my personal best. She picked up my wrist and looked at my watch so I signaled the bar waitress for the check. I signed with my room number and stood to tell Amy good-bye, the waitress looked slightly askance at Amy, trying to figure out her age but obviously decided to leave well enough alone since we were leaving anyway. As we both stood she came into my arms with a small sigh, wrapping her arms around my waist as my arms went around her shoulders. I could feel her warm firm tits pressed into my chest and her thighs firmly against mine. We hugged each other with a sort of desperation and I reached down and putting my hand under her chin tilted her face up and kissed her lightly on the lips. As I pulled away we locked eyes and I could see the love in her eyes just as I had that night so long ago. Under the love I could also see a smoldering sexuality that had not been there then, a frank need to be fucked and fuck in return. I felt my prick start to react immediately, but I took a deep breath and told her she needed to get going if she was going to meet Tami on time and keep her from coming into the hotel to look for her. "I don't know how we are going to do it Daddy, but I will keep in contact with you and as soon as I can possibly get out from under that bitch I will be in your arms and in your bed, that I promise you" she said locked into my eyes. "I know baby, just be careful, call me from pay phones and never write me at the beach house, for all I know your mother has someone monitoring the mail at the house since the box is on the street. I will find a way to see you, but not here in the Bay Area it's too chancy that someone she knows will see us together. Just know that I love you, never doubt that for a second." I told her to leave the lobby by herself while I stayed in the bar since her friend might be watching from outside to see if she could get a glimpse of the "boy" Amy was meeting. As she started to turn to go she looked up at me and said "Well, we'll always have Paris" in her best Bogart voice with an impish grin trying to lighten the moment. "Amy, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship" I said giving her the expected Casablanca response. She squeezed my hand and turned and walked toward the revolving doors. As I watched her walk across the lobby I saw every man she passed turn and look at her, she was definitely worth looking at in that short green dress and all the men were getting a great deal of enjoyment out of doing so. What a woman she had turned out to be, beautiful and smart, with a smoldering sexuality. It was going to be a real joy to fan those embers into the flames of burning passion if I could only figure out how to manage it. I left the bar and headed up to my room. I unlocked the door and walked across the room and out on to the balcony and looked at the lights of City shimmering across the bay and the traffic heading across the Bay Bridge into it; what joys did the couples in those cars feel in being with each other and heading into one of the most exciting cities in the world for a Saturday night of entertainment. I felt a great disappointment at having to part from Amy again, but that feeling was coupled with a tremendous relief that we had come full circle to where we left off three years ago. At least she knew that I loved her and I knew that she still loved me and that she wanted to be with me. That wasn't a bad accomplishment for an hour meeting after three years. I was feeling really restless and sort at odds, I had a lot of energy from my meeting with Amy but no real feeling of being settled. I decided to change into workout clothes and go down to the fitness/spa room and work out for an hour or so. I also admit to being a bit intimidated by the sort of shape Amy was in, if I was going to be seeing her, and going to be trying to bed her, I had better stay in shape. I guess that would be one of the drawbacks of fucking a sixteen year old, they have stamina that won't quit and a great deal of enthusiasm. When I thought about how strong Amy's thighs must be I began to visualize her wrapping them around my hips and rocking back to meet my plunging prick. I had to stop that line of thought quickly or I knew I would wind up only working out my right arm and experience had taught me that shooting a load killed my motivation to work out. I'd wait until after I worked out then enjoy a long leisurely session with my memories of Amy. I went down to the sixth floor and spent an hour using the stationary bike, stairmaster and weight machine. I was sweaty and much more relaxed as I went back to my room for a shower. It was after eleven o'clock when I finished my shower and put on one of the robes the hotel supplied with the Regency Club rooms. I poured myself a brandy from the minibar and put Paul Hardcastle's Jazzmasters II CD in my laptop. Selecting auto repeat to keep it playing, I went out on to my balcony to look at the lights of San Francisco, lose myself in the music and sip my brandy. The first track came on, "Do You Remember", I had played this song a thousand times over the past year thinking of Amy each time. The words still hit home, but not with the sadness they usually did, now they promised a future I had only imagined. Half the time you're looking for love Half the time you're runnin' away There doesn't seem to be a point You're reachin out today I recall a time before When you were in my days Well, happiness was all around Love all over the place Do you remember The sweetness of yesterday Do you remember Oh I could dream my life away Would you care for just one more day Tell me what would you give I need to feel that way again Oh I want to live Now I knew that that "sweetness of yesterday" was to be mine again, I just had to be patient and she would be everything I wanted her to be. Remembering how she looked sitting in that chair in the lobby, sitting across from me in the darkened bar and later walking across the lobby I thought if she got anymore beautiful I didn't know if I could stand it, she had really blossomed over the last three years. I am not sure how long I sat out on the balcony staring at the lights of the Bay Bridge and San Francisco, just letting the music wash over me while the brandy warmed me inside. It was amazing how quickly life could go from wonderful to shitty and then back to wonderful again, at that moment it seemed to me that short intense events controlled our lives and we just lived from one to the next, sort of marking time between them like the chorus in a song waiting for the next new verse. I was snapped out of my musing by a soft knocking on my door. I couldn't imagine who it could be, certainly not housekeeping wanting to turn the bed down, not at almost midnight. I rose and walked back into my room and toward the door with some trepidation, I really didn't think it was Jane, that bitch would have been pounding on the door, maybe it was someone from the hotel staff with a written message from Amy. The room was dim, the only light was from the small desk light. I walked up to the door and bent down to peer through the peep hole - there was the face I loved, Amy stood on the other side of the door. I unhooked the chain and opened the door, I was speechless, this was the last thing I expected. "Amy, honey come in, what in the world are you doing here, how did you get here, how did you get out of Tami's house without her parents catching you? Aren't you afraid your mother will find out?" I stuttered out a series of questions. "Daddy, slow down and shut the door, we don't want to let the whole floor in on our conversation, besides - brrr its cold in here" she said, hugging herself and moving past me into the center of the room. I realized that I was standing at the door holding it as wide open as my mouth, the drapes from the open balcony door were billowing out in the cross breeze. I got control of myself and closed and locked the door. Turning to Amy I saw she was wearing a trench coat and tennis shoes with no socks and carrying a large purse over her shoulder. "So what is going on baby, this is the surprise of my life" I said, walking over to the open balcony door and slid it closed against the cool night air blowing into the room. She looked around the room and then said "When we got to Tami's house I called home to check in and the machine answered so I put in the memo code and there was a message on it to me from the Wicked Witch Of The West. She said that she was going to be out of town until tomorrow afternoon around six, something about a last minute weekend retreat for the firm that she had to go to, so I was to stay at Tami's until tomorrow afternoon and have her drop me off at home. But I told Tami that I wasn't feeling well and wanted to go home, she didn't know that the bitch was gone, and so she dropped me off at the house. I went in and changed my clothes and did some other stuff and then called a cab and came here. I remembered your room number from when you signed the bar slip to charge our wine and I got on the elevator and came up here and so here I am are you glad to see me or what?" she said the last in a rush, looking at me nervously. "Of course I'm glad to see you, but you are taking a terrible risk, what if the bitch comes home early and doesn't find you there, will she call Tami's to see where you are?" "As long as I'm back before noon I'm safe, she was going all the way up north of Santa Rosa so she'll not likely be home early, besides she wouldn't call Tami's she would just assume that's where I was until I showed up at home. Anyway here I am. Now you wicked man what are your intentions?" "Amy, we have to talk about what you are getting yourself into, this isn't something to take lightly, this is a path from which there is no return so you need to be sure that this is what you want; there is the issue of pregnancy for one thing" I said seriously, starting to pull the chair out from the desk to sit down and talk with her. "Daddy, sometimes you talk too much, I've been on the pill for almost two years to regulate my periods and stop my cramps, besides that's not even your problem, it's mine to worry about" Amy said, using her foot to push out of her shoes. "Let's cut to the chase here" she said, dropping her purse on the floor and unbelting her trench coat and slipping it off of her shoulders letting it also drop to the floor. Under it she was totally naked. Placing one hand on her hip and raising the other to smooth her hair back out of her face she cocked her head and looked me in the eye and said "do you want to fuck me or not? Its now or never Daddy, you'll never find a woman more ready, I've been dreaming about this for three years and now you need to finish what you started that night in your chair." To say I was speechless was an understatement, it was more like "deer in the headlights." If I live to be older than George Burns I'll never forget the image that was burned into my mind at that frozen second in time. Amy stood before me, totally naked. I had seen pictures of beautiful woman naked of course, Playboy centerfolds and some naked porn stars, and I had been with some good looking women in college before I married Jane, but nothing prepared me for this sight. My beautiful daughter was the most perfect female I had ever seen, certainly in person. Her long legs were strong and perfectly formed with well toned muscles showing on her calves and thighs; as she stood with her weight on one leg her hip jutted out and slimmed to a waist that couldn't have been over 22 inches around. Her mound was still prominent, but now the patch of hair on top of it was much fuller and the soft hair spread down the sides of her lips leaving the pinkish center exposed. Towards the bottom of her large lips her small inner lips protruded, soft and slightly wrinkled. I could almost pick up the scent of her pussy from where I stood, maybe it was my imagination, but she even looked wet. My eyes traveled up to her tits and I was amazed, she was at least a 36DD but they stood straight out and didn't have any of the sag of an older woman. They were very large around in the back, and tapered gently toward the front. Her nipples were a dusky pink, verging on a light tan. They rode high on her tits, tilted up at a forty-five degree angle and were fully erect in the cool air , the aureoles around the nipples raising and wrinkling as I watched. My gaze moved up her slim neck to her beautiful face, her full lips were slightly parted the bottom one still had that full pouty look that I loved. Her eyes glowed green as a pair of emeralds on white velvet in the light from the desk lamp. Her reddish brown hair hung partially over one shoulder, long and with a slight wave. As I continued to stare into her eyes I could see that she was getting nervous just standing there with me staring at her, I would have to get it together and say something quick or she would bolt into the bathroom and lock the door in her nervousness. Amy liked to project a mature image but I had to keep reminding myself that she was barely sixteen and I was the only man that had ever seen her naked-and her experience with the first time wasn't too happy. My eyes moved up and down over her body once again, I now understood fully why this was illegal, if men could freely have women that looked like this no one would ever want touch a female over thirty "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen" I was finally able to get out in a whisper "and I want you now, tonight and forever, I love you dearest Amy." Amy's posture visibly relaxed "I love you too Daddy dearest and I want you now, tonight and forever" she repeated also in a whisper; it was almost as though we were exchanging vows. She streched her arms out toward me "now please take me and make me your woman, I have dreamed about this my whole life, and I don't want to wait any longer." As I started to walk across the room to where she was standing I realized that I was still wearing my robe and carrying my empty brandy glass. I set the glass down on the desk and untied the white terry cloth robe, dropping it on the floor as I continued towards her. My prick was incredibly hard, rising at a forty-five degree angle and bobbing as I walked. Amy's glance immediately dropped to my crotch and as I moved into the circle of light from the desk lamp and came up to her I saw her eyes widen and she reached out her hands and placed them on my chest and said "Wait Daddy, stop for a minute, I want to just look at you, I have been imagining how you would look for four years now. All I saw that night in your chair was how you swelled out the front of your sweat pants. I've never seen a man up close before, I never knew it would be so big around and so long. Will that really fit up inside of me?" she asked in a small nervous voice. "Yes beautiful, it'll fit just fine, you were made for just this particular prick. Not only will it fit but it will fill up you perfectly and make you feel fantastic in a way you can't imagine right now." As I spoke I put my hands on the top of her ribs under her outstretched arms and ran them down her sides over her hips to the tops of her thighs and back up again. I marveled at the smoothness, the texture of her skin, the perfect texture and the soft warmth. I could feel the muscles underneath the skin and felt her shiver slightly as I reached the top of her ribs next to her tits. I moved my hands towards me and inwards and began rubbing my hands on the outsides of her tits, I couldn't believe how firm they were, I could hardly fit my hand half way around the back of one. I let my hands drift forward towards the top front of her tits and reaching them rolled her nipples under my palms. Amy moaned softly and slid her arms up and over my shoulders as she leaned in to me, placing her head on the top of my shoulder. Her hands slid down my back and began rubbing my ass cheeks softly as I continued to rub her hard nipples. I could feel my throbbing hard prick pressed against her soft stomach. After rubbing my ass for a few moments Amy gently began crouching down, running her hands down the backs of my thighs as she lowered herself onto her knees on the carpet. "I just want to see it up close Daddy, is that all right?" she asked. I placed my hands gently on the sides of her head as she kneeled in front of me and replied "Yes baby, you can look at it all you want, I think you'll be getting to know my prick very well over the next few hours." Amy slid her hands around my thighs to the front, and wrapped her fingers around my prick. "It's so hard and so big" she said softly, her face just inches away from my throbbing prick "and so hot, I can even feel your heart beating in it." She had wrapped her right hand around the shaft and she began moving it up and down gently, sliding the skin. She dropped her left hand down between my legs and cupped my balls softly in her palm lifting up as if to weigh them. "This is where I started isn't it Daddy, I came from right in here and out the top of your prick right here" she said moving her right index finger from my balls up to the opening in my prick rubbing around the edges of hole. "What's this slippery stuff on the top here, is it sperm, did you cum already" she asked anxiously tilting her head up to look at my face "will you get soft now"? "No baby, it's not sperm and I haven't cum yet, when I do you won't have any doubt as to what's happening" I answered gently, "it's a sort of lubricant, a small amount comes out when a man first gets aroused, it helps if the woman is a little dry, some women consider it a special sort of treat since there is only a few drops of it." I really wanted her to take my prick in her mouth, but I didn't want to frighten her if she wasn't ready, she needed to think it was her idea. I guess I knew Amy pretty well, because while she continued her stroking of my prick she asked "Can I put my mouth on the tip and taste it Daddy, I don't think we'll need it later, I'm already soaking wet down there." "Of course you can honey, and it feels really good the way you are stroking me." She lowered her lips to the head of my prick and I felt her warm lips surround me, her tongue probing the opening of my prick, licking up the pre-cum. "It feels really good for me if you slide your lips up and down over the head of my prick and suck on it when it's in your mouth" my hands stroking lightly on the top of her head, smoothing her hair. Her mouth was so soft and so hot - this was a dream come true, here was Amy sucking me off; I used to think about her lips and fantasize about this very moment. I almost shot a load right there and then, but I held back, I wanted my first cum with her to be right up against her womb, I wanted to put a major load as far inside her as I could reach. After a few minutes Amy was really into sucking my prick, she had worked up to taking about half of it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head as she went down on it and sucking on the upstroke dragging her flattened tongue along the underside. Her long smooth hair hung down on both sides of her face, almost touching the floor as she slid her mouth down my throbbing shaft. My daughter would not need very much instruction in how to suck my cock, she was already better than most women I had known and she had only had a few minutes practice, I would have her deep throating me in no time. Her right hand was still stroking me and she was very gently squeezing my balls with her left hand-I could had happily let her continue that for the next 10 minutes when I would have given her a real mouth full. But I really wanted to pop her cherry first and make her truly mine, plus I was dying to taste her pussy and see how wet it was for myself. I slid my hands down to her shoulders and putting a little upwards pressure on them said "Amy my love, lets go over to bed, I want to show you just how much I love you." She reluctantly pulled her mouth off my prick with a final tongue swirl and suck and stood up, running her hands up over my chest and around my neck to the back of my head. She drew me down to her lips and put her tongue into my mouth and kissed me hard. Pulling an inch or so away from my mouth she whispered "Daddy, if I had known how good it felt to suck your prick I would have done it even after the bitch walked into the room, Now take me to bed and let's fuck, I've been a very good girl" she said with a little grin on her face "and I'm about to get a lot better." Chapter 4 I took Amy's hand in mine and led her to the king size bed. As we walked across the room my hard prick bobbed back and forth, I could still feel the pressure of her lips on the head. As we reached the side of the bed she squeezed my hand hard and pulled away. "Wait a second Daddy, I forgot." she ran over to her bag on the floor and got out a small candle in a glass jar "it's French Vanilla, my favorite" she said. She walked over to the table by the bed and set the candle down and lit it from a book of matches that also came out of her bag. She walked back to the desk and turned out the lamp. The room was in darkness except for the soft light from the candle next to the bed. The scent of sweet vanilla began to fill the room, it was Amy's favorite, she almost always had one burning in her room, it was a scent I always associated with her. My Hardcastle CD was still playing softly on my laptop. "Let's take the spread and all covers off for now baby, we won't need them for awhile" I said, reaching down to strip the bed. Amy went to the other side of the bed and helped pull the covers down. Then she came around to my side of the bed and sat down on the side of the bed facing me. She reached up and took hold of my hard prick and tugged gently as if to tell me to come down on the bed with her. "Wait a minute Amy, just lie back on the bed and relax for a minute, let Daddy make you feel real good" I said, watching as she swung her legs up on the bed and reaching under her neck with both of her hands lifted her hair up and let it fall over the pillows so that she wasn't laying on it. I stood there for a minute just looking at her lying on my bed, her hair spread out with one leg slightly raised at knee, her hands at her sides. My prick was pounding, I had never felt it so hard. Amy was looking directly into my eyes and her breathing was getting fast, her magnificent tits lifting and falling. It was absolutely amazing how they just stood straight up, they did not collapse or move to the sides the way most large breasts did, these appeared to defy gravity. I thought about how great it was going to feel to lie on top of those tits, but first I wanted to pleasure Amy the way she had been pleasuring me. This was going to be her first time and I was determined to make it one she would remember forever. I dropped to my knees along side of the bed and putting my hands softly on each side of her face kissed her deeply. Our tongues entwined, her full lips opening on mine. I heard her moan deep in her throat as one of her hands came up to the back of my neck, her fingers slid into my hair and she pulled me strongly into her mouth, deepening the kiss. My hands began to move down her sides, stroking her skin and feeling the firmness of her tits. I broke the kiss and moved my face down across the top of her chest and up her tit to rest on her nipple. My lips sucked her nipple into my mouth and I began to gently roll it between my teeth as I sucked on it. I heard Amy take in a deep breath and begin to slowly move her hips. I grasped her other nipple in my fingers and softly pinched it, rolling it between my fingers and thumb. I realized this was the first time that anyone had ever put their mouth on her nipples, so I could understand her reaction, and it turned me on even more to know I was the first to bring those feelings to her. Her nipple tasted sweet and a little like perfumed soap, a clean taste that reminded me of kissing her skin right after her bath when she was very small. I switched my mouth to her right nipple while my left hand found her wet left nipple. As I played with those hard little nubs my right hand was gently caressing her stomach and down to her little patch of soft hair above her mound. I ran my finger tips lightly across her lower stomach and felt the muscles jump and quiver under my hand. Her breathing was much faster now, and her hips were moving in a small circle on the bed. I stopped sucking on her nipples and moved to the foot of the bed and began kissing the top of her feet and insides of her ankles. I looked up over her feet and saw that she had a hand on each tit and was rolling her wet nipples back and forth between her fingers and pulling out on them. I also was able to look up her legs directly at her pussy from my new vantage point. I could see the candle light reflected in the moisture on her lovely little pussy lips, she was right earlier, she was really wet. Her hips kept up their circular movement as I moved my kisses up her calves and towards the back of her knees. As I ran my tongue over the soft skin on the backs of her knees she moaned loudly. "Oh Daddy, you make me feel so good, so warm and wet-ohhhhhhhh, I love you Daddy" she moaned sliding her feet up on the bed, bending her legs at the knee and letting her thighs fall open. I began to move up on the bed, now kissing the sensitive insides of her thighs as my fingers proceeded my lips and tongue. Soon my hands were at the tops of her thighs and I could feel the heat coming off her pussy on my finger tips. I slid my hands up on both side of her pussy, just gently scraping the outside of her lips with my finger nails, while my tongue continued to caress the insides of her thighs. Amy was moving her hips more strongly now, and she had started to move her ass up and down, lifting her pussy off the bed, in addition to the circles. As I rubbed her lips and felt the soft hair that surrounded her mound I was rubbing my prick on the sheet, it was impossible not to move the way I felt at that moment, I had never been so turned on. I finally slid my hands towards each other, my thumbs entering the hot and wet slit between her lips. I used my thumbs to spread her open, pulling slightly upwards exposing her clit. I moved my tongue to touch the moist, hot opening to her pussy. It was as if she had been touched with an electric shock, she let out a little screech and grabbed the back of my head pushing me down into her wet pussy. I began tracing my tongue up and down her slit, licking her clit at the top and slipping it into her wet hole at the bottom. "Ohhhhhhhhdaddy, ohhhhhhh fuckmefuckme put your tongue in me, ahhhhhh, Oh God ohhhhhhhhh don't stop please Oh God, ohhhhhhhdaddy" she moaned as I began to suck her entire clit into my mouth and flick the tip end part of it with my tongue. I slipped my finger into her pussy and touched her cherry gently, I moved my finger in and out up to the first knuckle in time with my sucking on her clit. Amy suddenly reached down and grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to her face, God that girl was strong. "PUT YOUR PRICK IN ME DADDY RIGHT NOW" she said loudly biting into my shoulder, "fuck me now, fuck me, drive it into me, break my cherry and fuck me RIGHT NOW." She reached down and grasped my prick and put in the entrance to her pussy hole then threw her legs around my hips and hooked her feet under my ass and pulled me all the way into her cunt with those strong leg muscles. Her arms were pulling me down into her and I felt her tits pressing hard against my chest, then I briefly felt her cherry tear as she pulled me in all the way, but before I knew it I was all the way inside of her, the head of my prick pushing on her crevix and my balls resting against her upturned ass. I tired to freeze there for a minute to let her pussy walls adjust to the size of my invading prick, but Amy had already shifted her weight to the bottom of her spine and was moving up and down from her hips, her legs still wrapped around me, her feet under my ass cheeks, giving me the ride of my life. So I began to pump in and out of her in time with her wildly moving ass, withdrawing almost to the head of my prick before plunging back in burying myself up to the hilt in her incredibly hot wet tunnel. She was so tight, she felt like a fist squeezing me, a hot, wet, silk fist. The sounds of our fucking and the aroma of an aroused woman and a horny man filled the room. "OhhhhhhhGod fuckmedaddyfuckmedaddy, deeper deeper, harder harder, ohhhhhhhplease push hard, ohhhhhhplease fuckmefuckme, Iloveyou Iloveyou makemeyours" she chanted over and over. "I'm finally fucking my Daddy, I've waited so long, OhhhhhGod that's so gooooood, Ohhhhhhhfuckmedaddy, ohhhhh I love to fuck you." I looked into her eyes, they were enormous, in the candle light her pupils filled her eyes, the bright green iris almost invisible. Her eyes started to flutter shut, then I felt her catch her breath and hold it, suddenly I could feel her pussy walls start to contract on my prick. This was all I could take I couldn't wait any longer, I felt the cum start at the root of my balls and scald up my prick, she was so tight that I could feel the cum move up my prick, every inch. It had never felt that good before. All I could remember was Amy grabbing my head and shoving her tongue into my mouth as she said "IloveyouIloveyou" over and over as her climax contractions took over. It seemed like we both came for an eternity, I have never felt such a climax, I felt like a shot a quart into her womb, I don't know if it was the idea of finally fucking my daughter or the long buildup or the feeling of her incredibly tight pussy and her firm tits pushing into my chest, but I easily could have died a happy man then and there. I lay on top of her for a moment, savoring the feel of her big. firm tits and the feel of my still hard cock up her tight wet pussy. God, here I was buried up to the hilt in my daughter Amy, I could feel my cum filling the top of her pussy, she was so tight that none of it could get past my prick, it was like I was dipping the head of my prick in a shot glass filled with liquid. Amy's pussy was still contracting with small squeezes and it felt wonderful. After a few moments I felt Amy unwrap her legs from around and me and suddenly she had pushed off with her leg and rolled me completely over on my back with her now resting on top of me with my prick still firmly seated up inside of her. She raised up on her hands and looked down at me the look of a very satisfied woman. She lowered herself back down and kissed me deeply with that relaxed mouth feeling that only a woman that has just had a superior organism has. Breaking the kiss she raised up on her arms again and looking at me with those huge green eyes said "Daddy that was the most incredible feeling I have ever had in my life, I know why people think it's wrong for girls to fuck their Daddies - if it feels that good, no one would never want to do anything else! I know one thing now for sure, I'll love you till I die, and I will never want to do this with anyone but you, so you better be ready for me to be with you full time." Having said this she started to slide off my body slowly withdrawing her pussy from my still hard prick. As I slid out I felt her move down and take me into her mouth. "Mmmm" she said as she began sucking and licking my cum and her juices off my prick, "I always knew licking your cum off your prick would taste great, got any more in there for me Daddy-bear?" she said lightly squeezing my balls. "Can you shoot it right into my mouth this time? " I sat propped up on the headboard and watched Amy going down on my prick. I could see her better now than when she did it before on her knees. She looked beautiful in the candle light, her long hair spreading out over my hips and legs, her firm breasts pressing down on the tops of my thighs and those soft, full lips snuggled around my firm prick, sliding up and down. I could see her cheeks pull in as she sucked on the upstroke. Amy must have been paying attention to what I was doing to her earlier because she was softly scraping her fingernails of one hand over my balls the way I had done with her pussy lips. The feelings were wonderful. I began to get involved in the action, it was better now since I wasn't trying to hold back as I did when she was sucking my cock earlier. "Relax your throat sweetheart and breath through your nose, that way you won't gag if it goes too deep" I was hoping she would take this as a clue to try to see how much she could fit in that hot little mouth. She angled herself more straight up on my stiff rod and slowly pushed down on it, opening her throat with a swallowing motion. My prick slid smoothly down her open throat and her nose pressed into my pubic hair. She pulled up almost to the head, her lips circling the tip, her green eyes staring into mine. She began her downstroke again and took the whole thing a second time. The sight of my beautiful daughter deep-throating me was too much, I slid my fingers into her hair as I felt the cum boiling down in my balls. "I'm about to cum baby, Oh God that feels good, just swallow as I shoot into your mouth, Ohhhhhhbaby, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh OhAmy here it comes, here it comes ahhhhhhh Oh God ahhhhhhhhh" I felt myself emptying into her mouth as she sucked and swallowed moving her circled fingers rapidly up and down the shaft as it came out of her mouth. She was lightly scraping her fingernails on my balls as they tightened up with my orgasm. What a tremendous feeling, she sucked me empty and then gently licked and sucked as my prick started to finally deflate. When Amy had licked me completely clean she moved up my body. She raised up and gave me a deep kiss then nestled her head under my chin and wrapped her arm around my chest with a contented sigh. "This is so wonderful Daddy, it is even better than I had dreamed about. I love the feel of your body, the way you smell and the taste of your cum in my mouth. I feel like I could lie here forever, just being in your arms and hearing your heart beat. Will we always be so happy together" she asked raising her head to look at me. "Yes honey, I think we are now joined forever, at least that's the way I feel, I never want you to leave me. I just don't know how to make it happen right now. Maybe if I offer the bitch enough money she will let me move you in with me at the beach house, I just don't know, but she does love money" I added the last with a trace of bitterness. "Do you really want me to move to La Jolla with you Daddy? I'm not just a hot fuck and a cold good-bye?" she said with her little grin. "No Amy, I'm serious. If I can arrange it without both of us going to court I will try my hardest to make it happen." Amy suddenly jumped out of bed and stood up and started to say something then a look of surprise spread across her face, "Whoops, there's this large amount of warm stuff running down the inside of my leg, you wouldn't have had anything to do with that would you mister?" she exclaimed looking at me with mock severity. "Let me get cleaned up for a minute and I'll show you something that may help. Is there any more of that brandy left that you had earlier? You had better pour us both a glass I think you are going to need it." With that she spun around picked up my robe from the floor, grabbed her big purse and disappeared into the bathroom, all in about 10 seconds. This was like living with a tornado, I had forgotten her Force 5 energy level over the last three years. I got up, not as quickly as Amy I must admit, and getting the other robe out of the closet found two more brandies in the minibar and poured them into glasses. I guess after the last hour there wasn't much point in telling her that she was too young for a brandy. Plus I figured it would help her sleep, if she was as keyed up as I was at this moment she might keep me up (literally) all night and I was exhausted after the emotional roller coaster I had been on today. Also I must admit I needed the brandy too, I guess I was having a little "soft prick remorse." I was also getting worried about Jane finding out what Amy and I had been up to, my limited experience with this sort of thing was that somehow mothers seemed to be able to tune in on what was happening with their daughters, even one as piss-poor as Jane. I knew that it was going to be difficult for Amy to go on living with Jane now and keep quiet when the bitch ran me down in front of her, and knowing Amy's temper she might just blurt out the truth. I guess I was also feeling a little guilt getting Amy into this mess with that bitch Jane. As the Daddy my job was to protect her and I might have fucked that up by letting her fall truly in love with me, I figured I'd better start thinking about a way to get her home just in case Jane pulled another early arrival. I heard the toilet flush and water running in the sink as Amy brushed her teeth, she must have packed everything but the kitchen sink in that bag of hers - little did I know. Light flooded the room from the bathroom as Amy jerked the door open. "Look what I found Daddy" she shouted with a huge grin on her face, waving a book in the air. "It's the bitch's journal and it is full of what she has been doing for the past four years and it isn't going to Bar Association meetings and team building retreats." I took the book from Amy and went over and sat down on the couch and turned on the floor lamp next to it, Amy followed and sat down next to me, tucking her long legs under her and resting her hand on my shoulder. She smelled so good, young and fresh, like my Amy. I opened the journal sized book and an envelope fell out, it was sealed and I quickly opened it. As I had desperately hoped when I first saw it inside was a single folded page from a yellow legal pad. I unfolded it and there it was, my signed "confession" from October three years ago! "YES! I KNEW IT" Amy shouted looking down at the page and throwing both arms up in the air with her fists clenched, "its that damn letter!." "It is indeed dearest, it was the sword hanging over our necks, but now, thanks to you, it is our license to be together" I said waving the paper; the feeling of relief was overwhelming, I don't think until that moment I realized how much this simple piece of paper had been a part of my life for the last three years, always lurking in the back of my mind - always threatening, always present. "How in the world did you find it honey"? "Well I saw this book a couple of months ago in the top of her closet when I was looking for some panty hose. It looked like a journal so I figured it was private and I left it alone. When you told me about the letter earlier tonight I vowed to go home and check out the journal to see if it might lead me to the letter. When I got the journal down I saw the sealed envelope stuck inside of the front cover and I knew it must be the letter but I wanted you to open it" Amy said with a great deal of satisfaction. "Come with me" she said jumping up and grabbing my hand and pulling me off the couch. She took me into the bathroom, grabbing her candle off the bedside table on the way. "Here, hold the damn thing over the toilet" she said triumphantly. I held the unfolded paper over the bowl and Amy lit a corner of it with her candle. The paper caught fire and as it burned I held it until only a small piece was left which I let drop into the water. Amy pushed the flush handle and the ashes of my "confession" spun away out of our lives forever. "Double, double, Toil and trouble; Fire burn and Cauldron bubble" Amy quoted as we watched the ashes disappear forever, "Daddy," Amy said looking at me gleefully, "I think we just dropped a great big house on the Wicked Witch of the West." "That's probably the first time in literary history that anyone has mixed Macbeth and the Wizard of Oz." I laughed, hugging her to me. "And it was totally appropriate baby." Back on the couch we started paging through the journal. As Amy had noticed it started about a year before I had been forced to leave. It seems our lady attorney had gotten involved with one of the junior partners at the firm; a smarmy little prick named Phil Waddington. This journal was mostly devoted to her relationship with him, although the term relationship was a bit kind. Actually what they had was a mutual interest in some of the kinkier aspects of bondage and torture. They participated regularly in an expensive sex club that met at an estate north of Marin, near Santa Rosa. That's probably where the bitch was at this moment I realized-with Phil. I knew one thing I thought smugly, whatever pleasures she had enjoyed this night didn't even come close to what I had just experienced with Amy. "Is this Phil guy that short uckey looking dweeb that I met at the company Labor Day party just before you left?" Amy asked. "He was really gross, he kept staring at my ass all night and sort of flicking his top lip with the tip of his tongue, he looked like a bald toad trying to catch flies" she grimaced. "Yeah, that's the little prick, I am amazed though, I would have expected your mo--sorry the bitch, to have picked someone better looking to fool around with - this guy really is short and mostly bald" I added. Amy put her hand on my arm, "But, you know what Daddy? I think she told me once that he's on the junior partner selection committee, the bitch keeps saying that she thinks that she has the selection committee sewed up" "You know what else I just remembered baby?" this was even better than I thought. "That smarmy little bastard Phil Waddington is married to Marion Parker-Waddington, old man Parker's daughter and society maven of Nob Hill over in the City - that's how Phil got to be a junior partner, and old man Parker is the BSD ('Big Swinging Dick', a term associates in a law firm used to refer to the most powerful partner, it was a term that Amy I had heard a lot from Jane after she joined the firm) senior partner and one of the founders of the firm. We've got our own sword now, but it is starting to look more like an M-16" I said triumphantly. "So we... ."...threaten the bitch with sending a copy of the journal to Marion, wifey to Smarmy Phil and her father, the BSD, unless she lets me move out of the house and move in with you at the beach house" Amy said, completing the sentence. "You got it honey, the bitch would cut off her left tit... "What there is of it" Amy interjected under her breath. ."..to make junior partner and this would wreck her chances completely, probably get her fired as well. All these big firms have a morals clause in their employment contracts, certainly fucking the BSD's daughter's husband falls under within the realm of moral indiscretions - even in a law firm." I jumped up this time and grabbed Amy and pulled her up to me and kissed her soundly, my hands sliding up under her robe to squeeze her wonderful tits and rub her nipples with my thumbs. "You are really a trip baby, you've saved us and given us all the ammunition we need to get the bitch to do anything we want from now on. Plus you have great tits, which ain't bad either." "Daddy, you're so easy, forget my tits for a minute. Let's make a plan" she said, her emerald eyes sparkling. Amy always wanted to "make a plan", she loved building plans that usually turned out sounding like plots for a '40s B-movie. Going out for pizza with Amy necessitated "having an adventure." "Let's go out on the balcony and have our brandy and we'll hatch a plan, I don't want to read anymore of this journal, the mental image of those two lawyers dressed in leather with whips and chains is too much for me, I really don't want to know the details" I said, reluctantly releasing her tits with a final squeeze, and walking over and getting the brandy glasses. "First though, please tell me why you didn't show me the journal as soon as you arrived, it sure would have reduced my tension about having you in my room and in my bed" "What kind of adventure would it have been if I had shown you the journal and we had found the letter first? It would have taken all the spontaneous passion out of our meeting and spoiled the intensity of two people loving each other against all the odds" she said with her eyes flashing, sounding like a sixteen year old. "Besides I know you, you would have spent the whole night talking and I was looking for some hard fucking mister, not long-winded talking" she added smugly, now not sounding at all like a sixteen year old. Amy had always been a study in contrasts, it was one of the things I loved the most about her. Amy had also always had a salty tongue, it think it was from hanging around my office during her formative years while I was arguing with suppliers and competitors lawyers. Once when she was five she was threatened with expulsion from the YWCA summer day camp program because when asked by a teacher if she was sure the bag in her hand was her lunch she replied "Bet your butt baby." Jane, of course, blamed her language on my bad influence on her, but Amy and I had never pulled any punches or language with each other, it just wasn't in our personalities. We went out on the balcony and I sat down on the chair and put my feet up on the small table, Amy sat on my lap with her arm around my shoulders holding her brandy glass in her other hand. The headlights of the cars on the Bay Bridge arched up across the sky and the lights of the City across the Bay were sparkling in the background. We clicked glasses and I said "True love Buttercup?" "True love Westley" she replied, "but for this plan I think you had better behave more like the Dread Pirate Roberts." Princess Bride had been one of our favorite movies to share. Jane always thought it was stupid, I think she pulled for Humperdinck; come to think of it she always seemed to like the torture scenes in the "Pit of Despair" a little too much. The plan we came up with was fairly simple (too simple for Amy's sense of intrigue, but she was willing to go along with anything that got her out of town and to Southern California with me). We would get up early - of course it was two am by now - go to the twenty-four hour Kinko's next door and copy the journal. We would FedEx the original journal from Kinko's to my company lawyer in San Diego in a sealed envelope with instructions for him to hold on to it without opening it. The copy we made I would keep in my briefcase in case we needed it to threaten the bitch with it. We would then take the hotel shuttle over to the airport and rent a minivan, drive to the house and pack up Amy's stuff and put it into the van. We would wait for the bitch to come home and then tell her that the letter was destroyed and we had her journal , and we would be sending copies to Marion and the BSD if we didn't get exactly what we were demanding. Our demands were simple: Amy would leave immediately with me in the van and we would drive to La Jolla and live at the beach house together with no contact from Jane until Amy contacted her first (that'll be when Hell freezes over Amy muttered); when Jane made partner in a few months she would send us five thousand a month as child support until Amy was 18 (that would recover all the money I had sent her and just about wipe out her junior partner share every year, Amy insisted that we get the money back, she said we could use it for wonderful trips together where we would - as she put it "screw our brains out on the bitch's nickel"- an idea that certainly appealed to me in several ways). Having finished our brandy and our plan as well as being mildly frozen (early June nights in the Bay Area aren't even close to summer weather comparied to La Jolla) we went back into the room leaving the drapes open so that we could see the City lights. We made up the bed, I turned Paul Hardcastle off (that CD was going to have some new memories associated with it from now on) and while I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth Amy threw off her robe and jumped into the bed. When I came back into bedroom the only lights were from the candle and San Francisco, all I could see of Amy was her pretty face sticking out of the covers. "Come get in bed with me Daddy and make me warm, I'm freezing from sitting outside" she said in her little girl voice. "I've wanted to have you cuddling me naked in bed for four years now" she said reaching her arms out from underneath the covers and holding them out to me." She looked just adorable, it was amazing how she could switch back and forth from adult to young girl. Right now she looked thirteen again (of course her tits were hidden under the blanket which helped the thirteen year old image). As I took off my robe and slipped under the blankets her eyes fastened on my naked body and I felt my prick starting to get hard again. "Amy we have to go to sleep, we need to get up in five hours to start your plan" hoping that she would start thinking about revenge instead of my prick. Amy moved over into my arms and snuggled into my chest. "Daddy you really are so handsome, your body is so strong and hard. I love being able to see all of it now with none hidden away." she said slipping her hand down over my chest and stomach and putting it between my legs stroking my balls. "You know when I used to see you first thing in the morning in your running shorts, all sweaty with your hair messed up I always wanted to reach up under the leg of your shorts and grab you right here" she said putting her hand around my prick and giving me a squeeze, "but I knew that you would have jumped three feet into the air." "You're right baby, you probably would have scared me half to death. I never even thought that you might be interested in me sexually." "I think all adolescent girls are interested in their Daddies but most of them are scared to act on it and wind up settling for some pimply faced adolescent that cums on the top of their legs trying to find where to put his skinny dick. Most of my friends tell terrible stories about how bad the first time was for them. I never wanted that, I always wanted exactly what I just got: candles, San Francisco out the window, beautiful music and a handsome man that would make me feel wonderful. A man who would be more concerned about how I felt than hurrying to shove his prick into something warm and wet." Amy pulled her face away from my chest and looked lovingly into my eyes and kissed me lightly on the lips "Thanks again for a perfect first time Daddy." "My pleasure m'lady" I replied gallantly. "I'm just glad I decided to take a chance that night three years ago and try to seduce you, even with all the grief it has caused us both over the time between then and now." "Oh, Daddy - you seduce me?" she laughed. "You never had a chance, I was after you from the first time I caught you looking down my shirt. As soon as I knew you were interested in me as a sexual female you were mine" Amy giggled again. "I did think though if my show in the bathroom that morning didn't work I was going to have to wait until the bitch left town and then climb into bed with you in the middle of the night and rape you in your sleep" she said with a mischievous look in her green eyes. "You knew I was watching you!" I blurted out. "Of course I knew silly, I checked out the heater that first night after you put it in the wall. I looked real close and then turned on the light in the office and turned off the light in the bathroom and saw some light coming through the heater. I went over to your office and took off the switch plate and looked through the hole; God, you had a great view. I knew that you would be watching me in the mornings when you went into your office and I went to shower. By Thursday I was getting desperate since you weren't giving me any encouragement even after my ' strip tease', so I put on that hot little show for you standing where I knew you would have the best view. I have to confess, that morning after I masturbated so that you could watch, I went into your office later when you were in your shower and found the tissues in the waste basket that you used to wipe up your cum. I put some on my finger and tasted it, it tasted wonderful, salty and slippery and best of all it smelled like you. Then I took a piece of the tissue with your cum on it and folded into a little square and put it into my panties and kept it there all day at school. It really turned me on to sit at breakfast with you and know that I had your sperm up against my pussy. I vowed" (Amy was always taking a "vow" to do something) "then and there to save my virginity for you and to have you take my cherry - even if I had to wait ten years. That's why I was so devastated when you left that night with no word or warning." "I was never sure if you wanted me as a man Amy, I always felt guilty about despoiling your innocence, and I was afraid that if I tried to seduce you it would scare you and you would hate me." "Daddy with the way it is growing up today, with TV, movies, MTV, books, music, sex education classes, AIDS awareness lectures and boys groping you as soon as you have nipples that stick out there are very few ' innocent' girls by age thirteen any more" Amy said. "No more secrets Amy, from now on we tell each other everything, we share everything. No more games, just two people loving each other and giving the maximum pleasure to the other as often as possible. Deal?" "Let's take a ' heart vow' Daddy, that's most sacred kind" Amy said placing her hand on my heart and putting my hand over her heart. "I vow it my love" I said. "I vow it too, my love" said Amy. "Now lets get some sleep baby, the alarm will go off all too soon and we have a very big day ahead of us tomorrow." I said as I turned over and blew out the candle. The lights from San Francisco filled the glass doors with the lights from the Bay Bridge forming an arch to frame them. Amy cuddled up to my back, putting her arm around my chest. The feeling of her firm tits pressing against my back and her legs snuggled under my ass and the backs of my thighs was wonderful. I could get used to this real easy. Chapter 5 I was dreaming that I was standing in line for coffee at Starbucks but someone ahead of me was holding up the line by taking a shower. I opened my eyes and saw the reason for my dream, a steaming cup of coffee sitting on the night stand next to the bed, along with a glass of orange juice. I sat up and looked at my watch, 7:15. I heard the shower running, Amy must have gotten up, made coffee in the Mr.Coffee the Hyatt put in the bathroom and gotten me orange juice from the minibar. I got up and slipped on my robe. Sipping my orange juice I walked over and slid open the glass door and looked out at the Bay. It was beautiful this morning, I could see a ferry boat heading across the bay from the Embarcadero over to Sausalito, a little white wake at its bow, people lining the rails looking at the City and the water. I missed this part of California, the beach at La Jolla was great, but it would never replace the Bay Area in my heart. If the bitch ever left town, I would move back here in a shot. I finished drinking my orange juice as I heard the shower stop. I needed to get a move on if we were going to get the 8am shuttle to the airport, I still had to pack my stuff before we left. We would probably have to find something for Amy to wear, I was not willing for her to be naked under that trench coat walking around the Oakland airport in broad daylight. I knocked politely on the bathroom door, "If it's a good looking hottie who wants to get lucky come in, if it's Smarmy Phil or his bitch get fucked" Amy shouted through the door. Shaking my head with amusement at her language I opened the door and looked into the steamy bathroom. When the steam cleared a bit I saw Amy leaning back on a towel against the counter at the far end of the room, her legs spread and braced outward facing me, totally naked. She had one hand on her tit and one pressed against her pussy. "This pose bring back any memories?" she asked with a big grin on her face. "You know I should grab you, throw you on the bed and fuck you silly" I growled at her, joining the game. She did look fantastic though, a lot more woman than when I saw her through the wall in that same pose three years ago. Amy stood up, raised her hand to her wet hair, cocked her head and said in a flirty voice "I'd fuck you but I just washed my hair." "You know you get more out of that line than Bette Davis ever did in Cabin in the Cotton, but I admit I've never heard that particular variation of it before" I said laughing. "Come over here wench and kiss your Daddy like you mean it" I said setting my coffee cup on the counter top. Amy ran over to me and threw herself on me putting her arms around my neck and her wrapping legs around my waist almost knocking me over, and planted her soft, full mouth on mine. After a few seconds of deep kissing she slid her legs down and stood up pulling away. "Get your shower Watson, we have to get moving,' the game's afoot' " she said excitedly. "Anything you say Holmes, by the way thanks for the coffee and juice dearest it was very thoughtful" I replied "oh, and thanks for last night - for everything." I put my hands on her waist and looked into her big green eyes, she was so fresh and young looking I could hardly believe that this was the same woman that I had such tremendous sex with last night. The excitement on her face was that of a little girl about to go the circus, not the look of someone that was going to confront her mother about going off to live with her Daddy in an incestuous relationship. I turned around slipping out of my robe and hanging it on the back of the door. When I turned she was looking me with an uncomfortable look on her face. "Daddy, remember the' heart vow' we made last night to tell each other everything and not hold back?" she asked in a low voice, her eyes averting my gaze. "Yes honey, what is it, we can share anything now, you know that" I assured her. "Well, there is something I have always wanted to do, ever since I was a little girl (a few years ago I thought to myself) and I wonder if I can do it now, see it is sort of kinky and I just want to do it this once to satisfy my curiosity." She seemed embarrassed, not a usual state for Amy at all. "Whatever it is it will be fine with me as long as no one feels any pain, I'll leave that pleasure to the bitch and Smarmy Phil" I joked. "See, one time when I was about six I came into the house and ran upstairs to tell you something, your bathroom door was open and I saw you were standing up and peeing in the toilet. It was the first time I ever saw a penis and I couldn't believe that you had that neat thing on your front, it was so different from me and you could stand up and pee out of it like a little hose. I just stood there and watched you with my mouth hanging open until you were done, then you shook it and put it back into your pants and I backed up and ran downstairs. Watching you also gave me a funny warm feeling between my legs. Later I told the bitch what I saw and how it made me feel and she said that you were a pervert for using the bathroom without closing the door and that I should forget what a had seen because men were nasty and I was nasty for having those feeling in my bottom. I told her I thought your ' thingy' looked neat and that you weren't nasty, you were my Daddy and a nice man and I liked it when my bottom felt warm and tingly. She got really mad at me." " I do remember her being on the warpath about 10 years ago with keeping doors to bathrooms and bedrooms closed because ' we had a child in the house'. I just ignored it for awhile but she got really hostile about it and so I gave in and made sure that I closed doors like she wanted me to" I answered. "But what does that have to do with what you want to do now?" "Daddy I'd like to..." she hesitated "I mean just this once, see I'd like to..." again she stopped and taking a deep breath started over. "I would like to stand next to you while you pee in the toilet and hold your penis while you pee, sort of aim it for you - just this once to see what it feels like sort of...." she trailed off turning beet red. I laughed and reached out and hugged her tight to my now naked body. "Sure you can Amy-bear, I just hope I can pee with you holding on to my prick, you know if it starts to get hard we are going to give the whole bathroom a wetting down" I joked. Amy hugged me back and then jumped away. "You're the best Daddy in the whole world, I knew you would understand, I mean I'm not into real weird stuff like that bitch, I just want to satisfy my curiosity from that time." "I'll bet that there is a vow in here somewhere knowing you Amy" I guessed. "Well, I did sort of take a vow when the bitch got so mean to me that I would not only watch you do it again but that I would hold it too while you were doing it" she confessed shyly. "I guess we are both a couple of voyeurs, come on baby, lets satisfy your curiosity - and redeem your vow" I said, walking over to the toilet. "I'll tell you what" I said, "lets help you really pretend. Here you stand in front of me and I'll stand behind you and you reach back through your legs and pull my prick through and point it into the toilet." Amy giggled and as I pressed into her she raised up on her tip-toes and reached back through her legs and grasped my prick. Pulling it through between her legs she held it gently and pointed it into the toilet. It was all I could do to not get hard, particularly with that great ass pressing against me. When she had me pointed in the general direction of the bowl (as best as I could see over her shoulder with those big tits of hers in the way) I released my sphincter and began peeing a strong stream into the water. Amy continued to giggle and she moved my prick back and forth in small circles making the stream cut shapes in the water - circles, figure eight's - at one point I think she was trying to write her name! As I finished, she shook the final drops off and then bent my partially hard prick up and rubbed it on the hair around her soft pussy mound. That was too much for me, I instantly started to get completely hard. "Amy if you continue to do that I am going to bend you over that counter and fuck you silly like I threatened to do before" I moaned softly into her ear as she continue to rub the head of my now hard prick on her soft pussy hair and wet lips. "Promises, promises" she replied, now sliding her hand up and down my hard prick and placing my hand on her tit. I squeezed her wonderful tit and I felt my prick harden to its maximum length. I spun Amy around and wrapping my hand in her wet hair kissed her deeply. I felt her pressing up against my body and she wimpered softly in her throat. I broke away from the kiss, "move over to the counter and lean on your elbows facing the mirror baby" She quickly moved to the counter and leaned forward on the counter top on her arms and raised her beautiful ass into the air and wiggled it at me. "Come and get it Daddy, it's all yours" she said watching me in the mirror with an teasing look on her face. I remembered seeing her bent over the stove checking the bread that night when she was thirteen and how great her ass looked in those tight jeans. This was something I had been looking forward to for years, and her ass looked even better now. Her moist pussy lips showed prominantly between her thighs, a light dusting of hair around the edges. I moved quickly behind her and reaching up under her to grasp her tits shoved my prick right up to the hilt in her hot cunt with a single powerful stoke, pulling back on her tits to pull her into me. "Ohhhh!" Amy gasped, "God that feels good, fuck me Daddy, bang on me, take me hard, squeeze my tits, ohhhh that's great, you are so hard and strong, I love looking at you banging into me" she said turning her head and watching us in the mirror that wrapped around the side of the counter. She slid one hand down between her legs and began frantically rubbing her clit with a finger. Her ass started to move back into me in a circular fashion that followed my strokes. After a few minutes of moaning I saw her begin to arch her back, bending her neck back. I could see her face in the mirror, and see my hands on her tits where my fingers were pinching on her nipples while I used her tits as leverage to pull myself into her on the downstroke. She reached her other hand around and sliding it between us started stroking her nails on my balls. "Ahhhhhh give it to me Daddy, fuckmehard, fuckmehard shove it in, ohhhhh Daddy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh I love you I love you" Amy cried as her finger moved frantically on her clit. I felt my cum beginning to boil up, "Here it comes Amy, take it babe take it take it, take your Daddy's cum I love you tooooo" my hard prick shot a full load up her cunt, filling her with my hot sperm. As I came I shoved as hard as I could against her crevix and she backed into me just as hard. "Ohhhhh God Amy, you are so hot and tight I love fucking you" I said and I remained buried up to the hilt in her, my balls swinging up against her hairy slit. She moved her hand down off her clit and grasped my ass pulling it in to her for my final pulsing ejaculations. We stayed locked together for a few minutes getting our breath. As I pulled out and stepped back Amy turned around and sinking to her knees took my still hard prick into her mouth. Again she licked me clean like she did last night, gently cupping my balls in one hand while she rubbed my ass with the other. "Mmmmmm" she said, taking her mouth off of my prick, "I love tasting us mixed together on your hard cock." She gave my balls one more little squeeze and my ass a final pat and then stood up. "Get in the shower you gorgeous man, we have to get out of here and drop a house on the Wicked Witch Of The West" - who by the way, on her best day, couldn't give you a fuck like I just did"Amy said smugly. Showered and shaved I came out of the bathroom in my robe to find Amy, also in her robe, finishing up packing my hanging bag. My Mac was packed away as was my briefcase, both sitting on the desk. My clothes for today were laid out on the bed, along with the journal. "You're amazing Amy-bear, I may never travel without you again, I hate to pack" I said gratefully. "I was thinking that maybe you can wear some of my workout clothes until we can get you to the house, I don't think that you should be going around the airport naked under that trench coat, I might have to bend you over the Avis counter" I said with a wink and a fake leer. "Daddy, give me some credit, I didn't ride in a cab at midnight through Oakland naked under a trench coat" she said standing with her hands on her hips. "I had jeans and a top on - and underwear - and when I got to the hotel I went into the ladies room in the lobby and took everything off and put the coat and tennies back on and put the rest of the stuff in my bag. I also have a full change of underwear and a clean tee shirt to wear this morning. Why don't you get another cup of coffee and you can watch me get dressed" she said with a big grin, looking at the semi-stunned expression on my face. "You know, I used to pretend that you were in the room while I was getting dressed and I would talk to you about what I should wear and did you like it, I also used to get dry after my shower pretending that you were watching from your office - boy that bathroom has seen some hot action over the past three years!" Amy said with a big smile on her face. Not being a fool (at least not in the the last 12 hours) I complied, got a second cup of coffee and sat on the couch and watched as Amy took her clothes out of her purse/overnight bag. She had some beautiful underwear with her, I'm sure not by accident, and she stood directly in front of me as she stepped into her white panties and pulled them up over her long legs slowly. They were high cut on the sides, really just a waist band, the back and front were low, like a bikini and they looked like they were made out of some sort of stretch lace. " I tried to find some that looked like the ones that I showed you that afternoon in your chair, these are almost identical except they are a bit larger since I have a lot more to put into them than I did when I was thirteen." She ran her fingers under the leg bands snuggling them into place and walked over to me and said "do you want to take a closer look Daddy, I didn't give you much of a chance to see them before, they call this a tanga bikini." she said seductively. "Amy, get dressed. We have already missed the 8am shuttle and they only run every hour on Sundays. I don't want to miss the 9 o'clock and we still have to go to Kinko's and copy the journal" I said while staring at the lovely panty clad pussy just six inches from my face. "OK stud, your loss", she said, turning and bending over from the waist (giving me a great view of her ass and her pussy snug in her panties - not by accident I'm sure) to get her bra out of the bag "but we're going to have a long style show with my new Victoria Secret underwear when we get to La Jolla." "You have a collection of Victoria Secret underwear?" I asked hopefully. "Not yet, I mail ordered these from them about three months ago and had them sent to Tami's house-the bitch pretends to be such a prig, but I saw that we got a new VS catalog yesterday in the mail and I'm taking it on our trip with me and you and I will be picking out some really sexy things together. I'll order it express so it'll be there when we arrive and you can watch me try it on" she whispered the last teasingly standing up and turning to face me again. We had already discussed taking a week to drive down the coast, using Highway 1 instead of the quicker route on Interstate 5 which was terminally boring. I was going to call the office Monday morning and tell them I was taking off for a week and we would stop at some of my favorite places along the way, including a few days at Larry and Diane's house in Santa Barbara so that Amy could visit with Julie. I didn't know how many hours in the car I could take with Amy without needing to find a bed somewhere, she seemed to be ready to have sex any time any where. "Do you want me to wear a bra or not Daddy", she said sort of waving the matching white lacy bra back and forth. "I only have a white tee shirt to wear and my nipples will show through if I go without a bra, but it's your choice, I'm dressing to please you from now on" "You had better wear the bra for today, maybe you can take it off when we get on the road" I answered. As I watched she slipped the bra straps on over her shoulders and adjusted her lovely tits into the cups, hooking it in front and sliding her hands into each side settling her tits into a comfortable position. The bra had a lacy front that matched the lace pattern on the front of her panties and was very low cut towards the center. The sides and back strap seemed formidable though, and the bottom of the cups had wire in them, probably a feature on any bra that was a DD. "Would you like to practice with the hook Daddy? It might be sort of tricky" she teased cupping both tits in her hands and pushing them together creating a truly remarkable cleavage. "Is this one of those new wonder bras" I remarked trying to appear blasé about the display of teenaged skin in front of me. "No Daddy, those kind of bras are to make small breasts look big by shoving everything up to the top of the bra, this is a regular bra with no padding, these are just 'wonder tits' " she laughed, pushing them together even more, deepening the cleavage. I fantasized immediately about fucking her between those great tits. "I'm going to get dressed now, you are just amusing yourself with your poor sexually deprived Daddy." I said. "Sexually deprived my butt, you've never been so well laid, so often by such a great looking woman, in your whole life and we both know it." she said turning and flouncing toward the bathroom. "I'm going to just dry my hair a little bit with the toy hair dryer we have here and put it into a pony tail, I'll finish drying it at the house when I can get to my real hair dryer, Julie says mine started life as a leaf blower" Amy said laughing as she slipped her tee shirt over her head and headed into the bathroom, her panty clad ass twitching at me seductively. Through incredibly strong will on my part over the next 20 minutes or so (and getting into my jeans and shirt while she was still in the bathroom) we made it out of the room at about fifteen to nine. As luck would have it we were the only passengers on the van so it turned out there was no hurry they weren't about to drive to the airport empty, so we had plenty time to do the copying and Fed Ex the original to my lawyer. I thought about how sexy Amy looked in her panties and bra and regretted not taking a few minutes to play we her. But I knew if I had started something we would still be upstairs naked and rolling around on the bed. "Can we come back to this hotel someday Daddy? It's pretty special to me now" Amy whispered in my ear as pulled out of the Hyatt drive and headed toward the Oakland airport. "We'll stay here every time we come to the Bay Area honey" I whispered back, taking the opportunity to slip my tongue in her ear when I was sure the driver couldn't see us. Amy jumped and gave me a surprised look, I just looked back at her innocently, two could play at teasing. We rented an Oldsmobile minivan and drove directly from the airport to the house in Berkeley Hills, parking in the circular drive. I felt strange as I stood by the front door as Amy dug for her keys in the oversize purse; I had put my keys on the counter in the kitchen when I left that night, taking only my car and office keys. Amy unlocked the door and entered the off sequence numbers neutralizing the alarm system as we walked into the hall. I felt a strange sense of being home, but somehow removed from it as well. Amy had never lived anywhere else, I had watched her grow up in this house. But looking back on it the only happy memories I seemed to be able to remember concerned Amy and I doing something, Jane was always into her job and after Amy was born never really interested in doing things with just me. After she had her tubes tied she lost interest in having sex with me all together, maybe I was too straight for her, she seemed to go to a lot of risk and trouble to have this kinky relationship with Smarmy Phil and her sex club. I felt like this was probably the last time either Amy or I would be walking through this door, I guessed that sooner or later Jane would want to sell the house and that would be the end of it. Well. I thought, I was taking the only memories that mattered with me, the physical trappings of my past life sort of lost significance after the experience I had just shared with Amy. "Well I think it's big enough" Amy said hands on her hips looking around speculatively around the house. "Big enough for what honey," I questioned. "Big enough to do some serious hurt when we drop it on the bitch" Amy said in a determined voice. "Sweetie you go dry your hair and I'll go out to the garage and get some boxes to pack stuff in" I was sure that her suitcases were not going to be enough for all her clothes let alone her books, videos and CDs. "OK Daddy, I'll just be a few minutes" Amy said running up the curved staircase three steps at a time. As I passed through the kitchen, I decided to stop long enough to make a pot of coffee. The only coffee grounds I could find was a half full can of decaf, I guess Jane had enough stimulation on her weekend jaunts that regular coffee was too much for her. I rooted around in the back of the cabinet behind some cereal boxes and sure enough there was a half bag of beans that I had bought from Starbucks-Jane wasn't much of a house cleaner either. I figured that three year old beans were better than decaf, so I found the grinder in a drawer and then spent five minutes pulling things out of the drawer searching for the cord - which, as it turned out, was in a totally different drawer. I was getting it all organized when Amy came into the kitchen with her hair dry and looking beautiful still in a pony tail but fluffy and full. "Daddy, where are the boxes you went to get? I'm ready to pack my books and videos" she asked, looking suspiciously at the all the stuff from the drawer on the counter. "I stopped to make some coffee but all I could find was this decaf so I... "Daddy just go get the boxes and take them up to my room, I'll make you some coffee" she said pushing me toward the back door and taking the bag of beans out of my hands, "these beans are old as dirt, the regular coffee is in the white container on the shelf over the sink - the one that says 'coffee' on it" she added giving me the look females of our species reserved for total incompetence on the part of the male. Having been suitably intimidated I quickly fled the kitchen and went out to the garage find the boxes. I selected several small ones that would work for heavy stuff like books, videos and CDs and also some bigger ones for lighter stuff like clothes and stuffed animals. As I passed through the kitchen with the boxes I noticed that it was spotless again and the coffee was happily brewing on the counter. I shook my head as I walked up the stairs to Amy's room, leaving her most of the boxes and then taking a few into my old office since I had left a number of good software reference books when I departed so unexpectedly. I stood in my old office, looking around. I guess this was where a lot of it all started, the acting on my obsession with Amy. I looked at the wall switch and remembered how I thought I was so clever in finding a way to look at Amy naked without her knowing it. Being with Amy was often a humbling experience I had learned over the years, and this was just one more example. She was incredibly bright and growing up with me as closely as she did she seemed to be able to anticipate my reactions to situations in a way that was positively uncanny. We had shared so much over the years it just seemed so right that we would share sex as well. I could never remember being so comfortable and yet so aroused with a woman as I was with my daughter. Maybe it was her unconditional acceptance of me for who I was, or maybe it was my complete devotion to her happiness and her acknowledgment of it. Whatever it was I knew that we were just beginning to build this new part of our relationship and it was going to be a real adventure - God she was beautiful, just thinking about her and how she looked when I first saw her in her bathroom caused my prick to lurch in my pants. Maybe it was being in this house again, but even without the sex it was just so right to be with her again. I couldn't imagine how I lived apart from her for almost three years. I packed up my reference books and going through the drawers of the desk found some stuff that I wanted to take along as well, including my favorite calculator that I had been looking for since I left, thinking it had been in my briefcase. I taped my box shut and carried it out to the minivan. I had folded up the seats in the van giving us as much cargo space as possible, I guess we could have shipped the stuff but I felt like it was psychologically important for Amy to physically take her stuff when we left. I wanted this to be a clean break with Jane and also I knew that Amy would not want Jane packing or shipping her "stuff." After I put the first box into the van I went up to see if I could help Amy tape boxes shut, passing through the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee. Amy had packed her books and CDs already and was sitting on the floor surrounded by stacks of videos and stuffed animals. "How much can I take Daddy? I really don't want to leave anything for the bitch to fool with, I can't bear the thought of her pawing through my things Amy said bitterly looking around the room at her stuffed animals. Do you want me to take my computer and printer or should I just leave them here?" I guess Amy was not the only one in our relationship that could anticipate the other's reactions I thought. "Pack whatever you want honey, if we can't fit it all in the van we can drop a load off at the office and I can have MaryAnn (my office manager at the Berkeley office) ship it to us UPS Next Day when we get to La Jolla. Just copy your files over to zip disks and bring any disks or CDs that you have games or applications on, you can load all your stuff on my Mac at the beach house, I have an eight gig drive so I have plenty of room. When you are done just reformat your hard drive and leave it blank." I told her sipping on the coffee, which was great. "Oh you are so sweet Daddy, I just can't bear to leave my animals or my videos and I don't think both will fit in the van along with my clothes. And I only have about fifteen files that I want to take, mostly my journal and some school stuff." Amy said looking at her closet and computer. "I want you to have your stuff too Amy-bear, we probably won't be back here anytime soon" I said gently. "I don't ever want to come back" she said determinedly, "the only thing I really need is you Daddy, but having my stuff is nice too" she added with a grin. "How's the coffee?" she asked. "Perfect baby, thanks for making it for me, I think I'm going to need it when we confront the bitch." I set the cup down on her dresser and picked up a box of books to take down to the van. By the time I had made several trips out to the van with boxes it was clear that we were not going to be able to get the boxes of stuffed animals, her stereo and her clothes in the van along with the books, CDs and video tapes. Leaving Amy happily stuffing clothes in suitcases (mine and hers, leaving Jane only the ones that she had bought herself) I drove down to my office and dropped off the boxes that were already in the van. I left a note on MaryAnn's desk telling her that it was me that had put the boxes in the storeroom. I told her I would call Monday morning and explain what all this stuff was and that I could be reached on my cell phone for the next week - but only if it was an emergency, I was on vacation. By the time I got home it was around one o'clock. Amy had finished her packing and was in the kitchen making us sandwiches for lunch. I was starving, I had only had coffee and juice so far that day (if you didn't count a delectable piece of sixteen year old as a snack I thought as I walked into the kitchen and saw her cute little ass). "What's for lunch beautiful" I said coming up behind her and slipping my hands around her waist and sliding them up to grasp her tits as she stood stirring something in a bowl at the counter. Amy wiggled her ass back into me saying "Tuna salad sandwiches and a piece of me for dessert if you're really lucky, buster" echoing my exact thoughts as I had walked into the room. "We had better have the tuna first, I'm too weak to do you much good right now, besides I'm all sweaty from loading boxes for my pack-rat daughter" I said pushing back on her firm ass with my stiffening prick. "Parts of you don't feel like they believe that Daddy, but I'll let you eat first and then I want your sweaty body still sweaty, remember my fantasy of having you in my bed after your run?" she added turning around and giving me a tuna flavored kiss; it appeared that the cook had already been sampling the lunch. We ate outside on the patio, and we each had two sandwiches - tuna salad on sour dough - and each drank a Samuel Adams ale as well. I could tell Amy felt grown up when she came out with the two ales - it amazed me that there were two in the house, Jane hated beer and ale, she thought it was low class. Amy surprised me though that she seemed to enjoy the ale when she didn't really seem to like the wine or the bandy. Well I guess some things are an acquired taste, her liking Sam Adams must have been passed to her genetically. Then I remembered how she used to swipe sips from my ales when she thought no one was looking, that must be how she acquired the taste for it. True to form she read my mind. "Remember how I used to sip out of your bottle of Sam Adams when I was little" she asked. "I have been hiding these two in the back of my closet in case you ever came back. I put them in the 'frig last night before I went to the Hyatt. I vowed that if you decided to take me with you and you came back with me today I would drink a whole one with you." Amy looked at me contentedly, "I guess my vows are coming true at an amazing rate." Chapter 6 After lunch I finished loading her clothes and animals in the van, they took up a lot of space but they weren't very heavy. I noticed that one box said "Julie" on it and realized that Amy had packed the stuff that Julie routinely left at our house to be dropped off in Santa Barbara as we passed through. I marveled again how considerate she was and what a good friend she was care about Julie's stuff at a time like this which must be traumatic for her. I went up to her room to make one last look around and Amy was sitting on the bed looking at her empty closet. The covers were still on the bed we weren't taking any linen, only her pillows, the room that was going to be "hers" at the beach house had a double bed and not a queen size like the one she had here so none of her stuff from here would fit. "Well, are you going to miss your room honey" I asked quietly putting my hand on her shoulder. "I think if we had moved three years ago I would have been devastated Daddy, I mean I grew up in this room, I've never lived anywhere else except for vacations. This was the place where I could be alone to think and plan my life, but after what that bitch put me through for the last three years I'm more than ready to leave this all behind" she said bitterly. "But" she said brightly, her mood lifting "there is one more thing to do before I can leave all this behind, one more vow to fulfill." "What is it baby, we seem to be closing out a lot of vows since last night" I remarked. "I can't tell you how many nights I lay here in this bed Daddy and thought about you and touched myself, pretending it was you touching me, your hands on my breasts, sliding down between my legs to open me and touch inside. I even had conversations with myself pretending you were telling me how wonderful I was and how pretty you thought my body was - how much you wanted me" she said looking up at me with those big green eyes. "I want you here, in my bed, the one I grew up in, the one I dreamed my dreams in, just one last time. The last time I'm in this house I want to feel you inside of me, making love to me - making me yours." "Then you tell me what you want Amy, tell me what you want me to do and how you want me to touch you and be with you, close your eyes and pretend that you are talking to yourself, touching yourself. Indulge your fantasies about your Daddy, Amy, say whatever you want and I will do it with you" I said with a slight tremble in my voice. This was very exciting, I wanted to be a part of this young girl's deepest fantasies, her innermost sexual feelings, I would go places in her imagination where before only Amy had been. "First I want to call the car phone in the bitch's car to make sure she hasn't started back yet, I don't want to be interrupted this time" Amy said picking up the phone next to her bed. She dialed Jane's car phone number and got the not in service message that told her that Jane was not on the road anywhere. "I guess it is safe to indulge ourselves baby, even if she left this minute she couldn't get here from Santa Rosa in less than an hour and a half." I said confidently. "So how do you want to start" I asked eagerly. "First I want to get undressed, brush out my hair, play my favorite game in the mirror and put on my sleep shirt and go to bed" Amy answered. She pulled her long tee shirt from under her pillow and threw it on the bed. "You just stand over there by the door and pretend you aren't here Daddy" she said as she walked to each window and closed the curtains and her bedroom door, plunging the room into semi-darkness. She lit the small candle on her night stand and then walked over her dressing table and turned on her small lamp. She sat down on the small stool at her dressing table and untied the ribbon that was holding her pony tail. She shook out her long hair and picked up her brush and began brushing it down to the end, now below her waist as she sat. She brushed her hair for a few minutes, humming softly as she brushed. Putting down her brush, she reached down pulled her tee shirt up and over her head. She then undid the button at the top of her jeans and unzipped them, standing up she pulled them down her legs and dropped them on the floor on top of her tee shirt. She stood up and walked over to her closet and faced the mirrored closet doors, looking at herself standing in her bra and panties. She was beautiful, her skin was smooth and without flaw or wrinkle, the muscles in the backs of her legs sharply defined as she raised up on her toes for a moment, stretching. I could see the front of her perfectly in the mirror, and her back clearly as well as she faced away from me. Reaching in front she undid the catch of her bra and slipped it backwards down over her shoulders and let it fall off her arms onto the floor. She reached up and rubbed the slight red marks under her breasts that the underwires of her bra had made. "Do you like these Daddy?" she whispered looking in the mirror at her hands touching her tits. I understood that I was not to answer, this was Amy performing for herself, and I was not in the room yet. "I love my big tits Daddy, I really want to show them to you and have you suck on my nipples, you would love them too. I know you like to look at them, I know you watch me getting into the shower and jack off. I know you would love to touch them." She pinched her nipples, rolling them between her thumb and finger as I had seen her do before. My prick was sticking straight up in my pants, but I had not moved and would not until Amy told me to do something, this was her fantasy and I didn't want to spoil it for her. She slid her hands down her sides, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down, bending over slightly as they moved down her thighs and slid over her calves to the floor. Her lovely ass came into view, and in the mirror I could see her mound and pussy lips standing out from the soft hair surrounding them. She slid one finger down into her slit, spreading her soft lips open and sliding her finger into her cunt hole to find some moisture and then back out to the top of her clit. She leaned a hand against the mirror and began rubbing the top of her clit with one finger in a circular motion. Her knees were slightly bent and her legs spread, her head was lowered as she watched her finger rubbing her clit in the mirror. She began to moan. "Oh Daddy, I love you touching me, I love your hand on me, rubbing my pussy, feeling me get hot and wet. I know you really like it Daddy, I get so wet for you. I want you to put your big prick way up inside of me, break my cherry and fuck me so hard, I would be such a good girl for you" her voice took on a higher pitch as she began rubbing harder and faster, her finger now directly on her clit. "Uhhhh Daddy, fuck your prick into me, please give me your hard prick your little girl needs it so bad, ohhhhhh Daddy fuckmefuckme, poundme fuckmefuckyourlittlegirl." She suddenly stiffened and let out a series of loud moans, "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh God fuckmedaddy fuckmedaddy fuckAmypleasefuckAmy" I heard her say as she climaxed. It was all I could humanly do to keep my hands off my prick, and keep my prick in my pants and out of her pussy. It was only my love for Amy (well that and the knowledge that I was going to fuck her soon) that kept me from jumping on her ass and riding her to the floor with my prick stuffed up her cunt. She collapsed backwards onto the bed, with her feet still on the floor, the rest of her body laid out sideways across the bed. The view from the mirror was great, her spread thighs gave me a perfect look at her wet pussy lips - spread open from her organism, I could see her large firm tits rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Her hand covered her mound and her finger lightly teased her open lips. "Did you like that Daddy, was it fun to fuck little Amy? I loved the feel of your prick, its so nice when it is just mine" she softly moaned, still lightly flicking her finger around the edges of her open cunt hole and moving it to her mouth to taste her juices. She laid there for a few minutes more, resting and coming down from her climax. Then she stood up folded back the spread and covers pulled her sleep shirt over her head, turned out her lamp and slid under the sheet on her bed. I noticed that she left the candle lit as she pretended to settle in to sleep, I was wondering what I was supposed to do next when I heard her whispering. "I hope Daddy comes in to wake me up in the morning after he runs, I hope he comes in and I hear him shut the door and lock it. Then I wish he would take off his running clothes and come over to kneel beside my bed naked" she continued, her face turned toward the mirror, her eyes open in little slits so that she could see what I was doing. "Then he would feel me under my shirt and I would pretend I'm still sleeping so he could do anything he wanted to do with my body " she continued. I walked quietly out of her room, then came back in, closing the door and locking it behind me. I quickly took off my jeans, shoes and socks and shirt and shed my underwear. I then walked over to the right side of Amy's bed and knelt down beside it. She lay there on her back, covered only by the sheet, pretending to be asleep, her eyes now tightly closed. I slowly lifted up the sheet and moved it down to expose her sleeping body. Her long shirt had hiked up until the hem was right below the joining of her thighs. Keeping to her fantasy version of what her Daddy would do I put my right hand on the top of her left leg and began to softly move it up under her shirt. My hand slid up over her hip bone and across her stomach, feeling the bottom of her ribs as I began to move my hand towards her tits. My hand reached the bulging mound of her left tit and I wrapped my hand around it and began to softly squeeze it while my thumb rolled the end of her hard little nipple back and forth. With my other hand I reached out and grasped the bottom of her shirt in my fingers and gently began to lift it up. The shirt was loose enough that I was able to lift the front of it all the way up to expose her beautiful tits, bunching the material under her chin. Her whole body now lay exposed to me. I savored the look of her lovely mound, the pussy lips prominent and slightly spread from her earlier manipulation. Her tits were standing firm and high, my right hand was still rubbing the nipple on her left tit as I lowered my mouth to take her right nipple between my lips and began sucking on it, flicking my tongue against her hard nipple. She began to moan softly and gently move her hips on the bed. "Daddy would put my hand on his prick now and have me feel how hard and big it is, I would love to feel it" she whispered, still into the fantasy. Shifting to a more comfortable position on my knees I reached out with my left hand and took her right wrist and guided her hand to touch my hard prick. Her fingers closed around me as I took her wrist and began moving her hand up and down, pretending she had never touched me before and need to be shown how to stimulate me. "Oh Daddy it's so big and so hard" she whispered "does this feel good when I do it like this?" she asked, opening her eyes and looking into mine. "Yes Amy dearest that feels wonderful" I replied softly, moving closer to the bed. I guessed she was supposed to be awake now, and I waited for my next cue. Amy made a subtle gesture with her mouth and I surmised that she wanted me to ask her to put her mouth on me. "Amy, lean over and take Daddy's prick in your mouth honey, that will feel really good for me" I suggested, hoping I had read the cue correctly. "Oh Daddy, its so big and feels so hot" she said, leaning over the side of the bed to wrap her lips around the head of my prick and licking around the edge of the head with her tongue. She sucked on the head of my prick for a few minutes, continuing to move her hand up down on my shaft with my hand on top of hers guiding her and setting the pace of the stroking. I slid my right hand down from her tit to the top of her mound. I moved my middle finger up into her slit and moving it down to her cunt hole inserted it into her hot little tunnel. She began moaning deep in her throat while she continued to suck on my prick. She moved her hips down slightly impaling her cunt harder onto my probing finger. As I pulled my finger slowly out of her cunt I could feel the muscles grasp my finger and squeeze on it, no wonder this felt so good on my prick if she could squeeze that tightly on something as small as my finger! I slid my finger up her little slit to the top and felt her clit extended out of its sheath. I began to rub on the top of her clit as I had seen her do earlier, and she began to move her hips in a circle as her soft, full lips tightened up on my prick and her tongue began rubbing on the underneath side of the tip of my prick, making me want to shove the whole length down her throat and seriously fuck her face. Amy lifted her mouth slightly off of my prick, she tugged gently on it and raised her knees and spread her legs open. I took this as my cue that she wanted me to get on top of her and shove it inside. I took my hands off of her and stood up, looking down at her stretched on the bed. She lifted her arms up to me, looking deeply into my eyes as her bent legs fell open even farther, inviting me in to her hot pussy. As I climbed up on the bed she look up at me with her eyes enormous. "Daddy please put your thing in me and fuck me" she said in her little girl voice. "I love you and I want you to love me back with your hard thing" she continued in a husky little girl whisper. I knelt between her spread legs and took hold of her hips and slid my hands up under her ass cheeks and lifted her up to meet my throbbing prick. As I leaned forward my hard rod lodged in the entrance of her wet pussy. I began pushing it in, lowering her ass as I collapsed forward on to her body. I felt my pubic bone make hard contact with the top of her mound as I shoved in all the way and flattened my chest out on the top of her firm tits. "Oh Daddy, that feels wonderful, you can do whatever you want now, this is as far as I every got by myself, I always came as I imaged you filling me up with your hard prick. I feels so much better than I could ever have imagined though, I love it when you are all the way inside of me and I can squeeze you tight with my pussy." "I love it too baby" I said, lifting myself up on my elbows and looking into her face. "I never knew you would feel so good either, I have never had a woman that feels this good, so tight and so wet. I just love being all the way into you" I said tightening down on my sphincter and making the head of my prick flex and move up against her cervix. "Oh Daddy! how did you do that, you made your prick jump inside of me!, I could feel that really deep." Amy exclaimed her eyes widening. " I use the same muscles that you use to tighten up on me baby, did you like it?" I said, starting to move in and out of her tight pussy canal. "Daddy-bear I like it anyway you do it as long as your prick is shoved up in me" Amy sighed deeply while lifting her legs up and wrapping them around my hips. She began rocking back and forth matching my thrusting movements in the synchronized dance than men and women had been doing for all of time. "Oh Daddy, I wanted to have you in this bed so bad, I thought I would never get to do this with you after you left, now here you are and I'm riding your prick just like I dreamed of for years. God that feels good! Who says dreams don't come true" she said throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me down off my elbows on to her tits. "I want to feel your weight on me honey, I want to feel my tits being pushed flat by my Daddy while he fuck me" she moaned in my ear. Our pace quickened and Amy's breathing became faster and shallower in my ear. I felt her contracting on me as I pushed harder and harder into her, my balls slapping on her ass as we moved in rhythm. God she was tight, she had such good muscle control that her pussy felt like it was a fist closing and opening on my prick as I thrust into her. I felt myself coming in long deep spurts. I could feel her breath hot against my ear, "DaddyDaddy give it to me shove it in me hard fuckmefuckme in my own bed, fuckme ohpleaseDaddyhoney fillmeup fillmeup with your cum, ohDaddy" Amy groaned into my ear as I felt her begin to cum with me. I could feel her legs begin to tighten around my hips. "AhhhhhhAmy I love you I love fucking my little girl. You are so tight and AhhhhhhhhhhhhAmy I'm cummmmming, ahhhhhhhhbaby itsogood" I moaned, moving my mouth from her neck to press down on her lips and thrust my tongue deep into her mouth as my prick continued to erupt deep into her pussy. After we had both recovered slightly from that great fuck, I rolled off of her and lay on my back trying to get my breath back. Amy sat up and moved down to my crotch to take my cum covered prick into her mouth and suck it clean. I was getting very attached to this habit of hers, it was so wet and warm in her mouth and her tongue was so gentle as she licked me clean, it was a very loving experience as well as erotic, almost as if she was using her mouth to thank me for giving her that experience. "Thank you Daddy-bear for loving me in my bed and making my fantasy come true in a way I could have never dreamed of before" she said reading my thoughts again, moving back up to put her head down on my chest. "Thank you Amy-bear for sharing your love and your beautiful young body with me. I can't begin to tell you what this means to me. I wanted you here in your bed too, I didn't know how much until we began to make love, this was a peak experience for me as well as for you" I said softly to her, kissing her lightly on the top of the head. As I did I had a flashback to the time I kissed her in the same place sitting in my leather chair - God, how much had changed since that day! How much had been lost and how much had been regained. I wouldn't have believed it two days ago, but right now I would not have traded what I had with Amy over the last 24 hours to do away with the last three years - but boy, was that a long chorus between verses! Amy and I got up to jump through the shower, as I started to walk out to the master bathroom when I noticed Amy grinning as she carefully tucked in the spread while finishing up making the bed. "What are you grinning about baby, you look like the cat that just ate the ... something or other" I said, refusing to refer to my prick as a canary. "Oh, I was just thinking, I noticed a pretty good wet spot on the sheet just now when I made up the bed. Knowing that lazy bitch, without me here to do the laundry, it will be a couple of months until she gets around to taking the sheets off my bed, and when she sees that spot it will drive her crazy to wonder if you and I fucked in my bed, did I have a boyfriend over while she was gone, or what." Amy laughed. "Wait for me Daddy I want to get in your shower with you, I always wanted to shower with you in your double shower, let's use two towels to get dry, and leave them in her bathroom that will make her crazy too" Amy continued laughing as she ran past me into the loft and headed naked into the master bedroom. I took off in hot pursuit after her, the sight of the two of us running through the upstairs naked as the day we were born would have definitely put Jane into cardiac arrest - not a bad idea when I thought about it. I caught up with my lovely daughter just as she turned into the master bedroom and reached and gave her a good squeeze between the legs. "Owww Daddy, don't grab that unless you mean to use it" she shrieked twisting away and running into the bathroom. Amy put her hair up and we both got into the large double shower and played in the hot water like a couple of teenagers (well one of us was and the other one was acting like one although he should have known better) splashing each other and enjoying ourselves by soaping each other at various speeds in various places. After we showered and dried off (leaving two damp towels on the rack by the shower - at my daughter's instance) we got dressed and went downstairs. I actually had a set of clean clothes (including socks and underwear) to wear which was nice since the ones I wore over to the house that morning were pretty sweaty and dirty from getting boxes down from the attic in the garage. It seems that Amy had saved the clothes that were in the hamper when I left, she routinely did the laundry as her primary household chore and when she found my stuff in the hamper she wash, dried and folded it and put it away in the top of her closet, so there it was waiting for me after almost three years. It felt strange to see that shirt and those jeans again - at least they still fit, though the shirt was tight in the chest and under the arms from my workouts. Amy had on a clean pair of jeans and a crop top that ended right below the level of her tits, I also noticed that she was not wearing a bra under it. I told Amy that we would have to go shopping somewhere on our trip since I didn't have enough clothes for a week trip with me and she looked like she was outgrowing hers. "Oh, darn" she said grinning at me. I asked her if she thought it was a good idea to be wearing that cut-off top without a bra in front of the Wicked Witch of the West. "I just want her to look at me and think about how much fun you are going to have playing with my tits, she really is jealous of them Daddy. Last month she asked me if I wanted her to get some information on breast reduction surgery." "What did you say" I asked. "I told her I thought her tits were small enough as it was" Amy laughed, "boy was she pissed, I was grounded for a week." It was almost four o'clock when we finished putting everything in order in the van. Amy had made a final walk through the house, collecting some favorite pictures and a small portable radio that she liked from the laundry room. I turned on the stereo to KBLX - The Quiet Storm which was my favorite smooth jazz station in Oakland and sat down in my big leather chair to relax for a minute, and wait for Jane to make her appearance. Amy was in the kitchen cleaning up our lunch dishes and filling a thermos with the leftover coffee. A few minutes later Amy came into the room and stood looking at me in sitting in my chair, a sweet little smile on her face. "It looks so familiar to see you like that Daddy-bear, everything is different now that we have made love, but somehow everything is still the same when I see you like that sitting in your chair. It's like I keep switching back and forth between your innocent little daughter and a horny wench who wants to screw you silly. I wonder how long it will take to feel normal to be in bed with you?" she pondered. "I hope never baby, not if normal means unexcited" I answered, "I really like the feeling that we have together, and I think part of it is this juxtaposition of our past and present lives." "Daddy," Amy speculated "I think we need to add your chair to the list of demands, I know it is not in keeping with the decor of the beach house, but I don't want to leave it here with the bitch, she might burn it out of spite." "OK with me baby, I'll tell her that she has to ship it to us in La Jolla, and I think I will include my desk upstairs too, we can put them both in the loft room at the beach house and make that a small study for us both to use," I suggested. "Oh, let's do that Daddy, we can work together in the evenings." She was thrilled at the prospect of having me all to herself. Amy came over and sat down with me in my chair, putting her arm around my shoulders and laying her head down on my chest, hugging me tightly. It felt so familiar to have her sitting with me like that, even though she was a lot bigger than the last time, especially in the chest. We had been sitting like that for about twenty minutes, just enjoying being close and listening to the music. I heard a car door slam and the front door open. "Amy, who's van is that out there, I have told you no one is to be over when I am not home young lady, and here...." Jane rounded the corner of the hall and froze in mid-sentence as she stepped into the den and saw me sitting in my chair with Amy on my lap. Jane didn't look her best at that moment, I guess it must have been a long drive after a tough weekend with old Smarmy Phil. She was totally without makeup and her hair was sort of twisted up in a knot on the top of her head, she was also wearing a very unattractive and wrinkled skirt that was a little snug with a blouse that was partially un-tucked, she had put on at least ten pounds since I left and gotten more than a few wrinkles on her face. "What are you doing here you bastard" she said coldly "are you tired of freedom? Are you looking for a few years in a ten-by-ten cell with a new friend named Tiny?" she added with a mean smile on her face. "Get off of him Amy, you might catch something" she added with a scowl on her face. Amy slowly got up out of the chair and stood quietly along side of me, resting her hand on the top of my shoulder and just looking calmly at her mother. I just sat there with my feet propped up on the foot stool, a little smile on my face, I knew how that would piss Jane off for me to just sit there and not get up, she hated it when she wasn't taken seriously. Jane walked over to the phone on the table by the wall. "I guess 911 will get me to the county sheriff's office as quickly as anything else, I hope you packed a toothbrush Jim, you're going to go away for a long time" she said with a really mean look on her face. I could understand why Amy disliked this bitch so much, I couldn't believe I had even been civil to this person let alone lived with her for almost fourteen years. "Before you do that 'dear' I think you might want to go up and check your closet for the letter, you'd hate to get the Sheriff's office out here for nothing" I said calmly. "You son-of-a-bitch" Jane said, her face turning bright red, "you have no right to go through my things...or was it you, YOU SNOOPY LITTLE SLUT" she screamed focusing her anger on Amy. That was about all I was going to take from Jane, I stood up quickly and stepped towards Jane, "That's enough bitch, shut up and listen if you value your pitiful career" I said coldly. I had felt a cold, hard anger course though me when Jane shouted at Amy, whatever lingering affection for Jane that might have been lurking in the back of my mind just left town. "I am going to tell you how it is going go from now on - and by the way, I think you fit the definition of a slut much better than anyone else in this room, although I guess I could ask Smarmy Phil Waddington, I sure he would be glad to give you a recommendation for the slut of the month club." I added coldly. Jane had gone from beet red to pasty white as I spoke, she was smart enough to know what we had with the letter and her journal. She could only wait for the ax to fall, and fall it did. "This is the deal Ms. Lawyer," I said firmly, pointing at Jane with my finger. "First, understand that with my 'confession' gone - and believe me it is permanently gone - you can't accuse me of shit, Amy won't back you up and without that paper you have nothing. Second, if you don't do exactly what I tell you to do, if you deviate even an inch, I will send copies of your journal - which is now in the possession of my lawyer - to the BSD Taylor, Marion Taylor-Waddington and my friend Bill at the San Francisco Chronicle who writes the About Town column - with all the names you mentioned in your journal belonging to your little sex club getting published you'll be about as popular as a case of herpes in the Bay Area for the rest of your life. Third, Amy will decide where she wants to live for the next two years, if she wants to come with me to La Jolla right now, this minute, you will not do anything to stop her, and if she does decide to join me you will send me the same amount of child support each month that you extorted from me for the last three years. Fourth, and make no mistake about what I am saying, if I ever hear that you have said anything, anything at all, negative about me or Amy to anyone, that journal goes into the mail the next day. Do you have all of that clear bitch or do you want me to write it out on a yellow legal tablet for you to sign?" I concluded. As I was speaking Jane was getting stiller and whiter, she had already thought ahead to what me having her journal meant, but when I mentioned the names of everyone that would get copies of the journal she visibly winced with each name. "What will it be baby" I said looking down at Amy. "Would you like to move to the beach house and live with me while you finish high school?" I asked. Amy moved close to me and put her arm around my waist and looking straight into Jane's eyes said "I want to be with you Daddy, always" she said softly, somehow managing to look innocent while at the same time pressing her tit into my arm as she hugged me around the waist. The subtly of Amy's physical moves were not lost on Jane, and the color rushed back into her face. "Of course she wants to be with you, you bastard, she still has the hots for you. the little sl.... "THAT'S ENOUGH JANE" I shouted. "Did you forget rule four already bitch? Do you want me to pick up that phone and call Bob in San Diego right now and tell him to put the journal copies in the mail? Do you bitch? Answer me" I snapped out coldly. Jane dropped her head, her hands twisting the strap on her purse. "I'm sorry Jim, I won't say that again" she muttered very softly. "Speak up Jane, and you owe an apology to Amy, not me" I said, "and look at her when you're apologizing" I added, driving the knife home. "I'm sorry Amy, I won't say that again" she said looking up fearfully at Amy. "And we want you to ship Daddy's leather chair and the desk from the upstairs office to the beach house too" Amy added mimicking my cold tone, ignoring Jane's apology. The tone was not lost on Jane nor Amy's use of 'we' and her adding to the demands. All that made it very clear that Amy and I must have planned this whole thing; there was no way Jane was going to win anything out of this interchange. Being a smart lawyer she knew when to fold and try to make the best deal possible. "All right Amy honey go to La Jolla for awhile if that's what you want, but you know you are always welcome to come home, I'm still your mother and I love you" Jane said in a simpering tone. "Will you give me a hug before you leave?" she asked, holding out her arms. "I'd rather suck Smarmy Phil's dick than hug you bitch" Amy said coldly, walking past her mother and toward the door. "Coming Daddy-honey?" she asked sweetly, conspicuously picking up the Victoria Secret catalog from the hall table as she passed by, looking directly at her mother as she stopped by the front door, waiting for me. "On my way baby" I said brightly as I also walked past Jane, totally ignoring her, and taking Amy's hand we walked out of the front door into our future - together. Continued in Part 2 *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com doubleMirrors at: http://pw1.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/mirror.htm Everybody is a Star... *---(:> Mr Double <:)---*