Copyright © 1999, Euphoria. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade : Sunday AM, February 14, 1999 Without the written permission of the author and during 120 days after the above mentioned date of first publication this story may be downloaded uniquely for your private use. After the limit date mentioned, the story may be freely distributed on condition that this notice remains attached, but not for profit, and providing the usual precautions have been taken to prevent it being read by unauthorized persons, especially under age children, or by people who might be offended by its contents. The author may be contacted by emailing [email protected] or [email protected]. A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: dautlove.txt http://www.mrdouble.com MY DAUGHTER, MY LOVER By Euphoria Friday night. Early. I was sitting in front of the computer redrafting a presentation to the faculty. Lily, my wife, was in the bathroom bathing Terry, our three-year-old daughter. I could hear them splashing around because the bathroom was across the hallway from my study and the door was open. "Alright, sweetie," Lil said. "Time to get out." As kids do, Terry protested. She was enjoying her bath. "I want to stay in the bath, mummy," she said. "No," Lil replied sternly. "It's nearly time for The Muppets." Terry climbed quickly out of the bath, straining as she threw her leg over the rim. "I want to see Kermie," she said as Lil began to towel her dry. I want to see your cunt, little slut, I thought. I leaned sideways and peered out the door. Lil had the towel wrapped around Terry shoulders. Though it was a large towel, it wasn't large enough to cover her lower regions - or her slit, to be exact. So I stared at Terry from between the crack in the door, envying Lil for being so close to Terry. So close to her young cunt. She rubbed Terry's shoulders dutifully and pressed the towel devotedly to her back and thighs. She then dried off Terry's tidy little bottom and gave her vulva a gentle pat. Terry had a beautiful, pert bottom for a three-year-old and her slit was a work of art. The lips were tightly compressed into it and a tiny, almost imperceptible strip of flesh, her clit, was beginning to peek out. Moments later, Terry emerged from the bathroom in a fresh pair of Mickey Mouse panties and a cool, Summer nightie, a pretty number that clung to her backside and finished several inches above her knees. Lil busied herself for the next ten minutes tidying up the bathroom and applying gloss to her lips. I pounded away at the keyboard for a little while longer as the TV came on in the living room and Terry screamed out at Lil, demanding the bowl of ice cream she'd promised her in exchange for the bath. Tonight was a big night for Lil. She was heading off to a high school reunion with two old friends, Joan and Kate . It was a big night for me, too. It was the night I would make love to my three-year-old daughter for the first time. The women would be at it all night. One of her friends, Joan, would see to it that Lil didn't barge in on me with my face between Terry's thighs. Joan and I had been fucking for three years. Ever since she begged me to rape her in the cow paddock behind the barn, we'd enjoyed an unusual, pleasurable "relationship". Lil doesn't suspect a thing. Joan, a divorcee, has two lovely daughters, Emma and Prue. Joan is the first person I'd ever met who openly confessed to loving sex with children. When she first told me, I was shocked by her candor. But I was also excited. And extremely eager to know more. Turned out Joan started licking Emma's cunt when the child was six months old. She'd discovered that she could send the child to sleep with a little licking. That was not her original intention, of course, but, somehow, it was convenient. Joan often described in vivid detail cold, Winter nights by the fire sucking Emma's small, pink vagina and anus. She wet my appetite with such details as the night she introduced Prue, her three-year-old, to mutual piss-drinking and anal fingering. Mother and daughter had spent many, many nights between each other's open thighs. Eventually, Emma joined them, making up a threesome. But tonight was my night. My night to finally taste daughter-cunt. Daughter-piss. Daughter-ass, too. There was no way I was going to ignore Terry's tight, tempting anus while I was down between her legs. I was determined not to leave a single inch of my daughter's sexy, pre-teen body unexplored. The doorbell rang. It was Joan and Kate. I sprang to my feet, leaving the cursor on my computer flashing. I hurried to the front door and swung it open casually. I hadn't seen Joan for a while. I wanted to catch a glimpse of her before I started in on Terry later. Something about the way Joan smiled at me so knowingly intensified my desire for Terry. My desire to spread her open and show her that little girl piss-holes weren't just made for pissing. "Hi, Joan," I said, affecting a good-natured smile. "Hi, Kate." The women smiled identically and followed me into the living room. Joan was a master of deception. She never missed a beat. "Lil!" I called. "The ladies are here." Lil sang back: "I'll be there in a moment." I turned to the ladies. "Can I get either of you ladies a drink?" Joan shook her head emphatically. "No, thanks, Brian." Kate shook her head too. Terry, who was sitting on the floor watching The Muppets, turned to lie on her belly, giving me a great view of her pert, panty-clad bottom. I had trouble taking my eyes off her smooth, puffy cheeks, but since I didn't want to arouse suspicion, I looked away. And noticed Joan staring at Terry's ass, too. Our eyes met, held a moment, then moved in opposite directions. Joan shot to her feet. "Mind if I use the bathroom, Brian?" she said. "Of course not," I replied. "Be careful of the mess on the floor, though. I've been painting." Joan went to move off. "Actually," I said, gesturing with my arm, "why don't I clear the way for you?" Joan smiled and followed me to the bathroom. "Ok." Kate turned to Terry. "What's Miss Piggy up to, sweetie?" In the bathroom we embraced. Joan reached down to squeeze my cock and pressed her mouth to my ear. "She looks so good," she whispered. "I want her myself." "I know," I said, kissing along Joan's moist bottom lip. "You were looking at her ass." "I want to eat her shit," Joan smiled, raising two fingers in front of me. "Want to smell them?" I nodded and smelled her fingers. They smelled of cunt. I licked them. "Who?" I said. Joan unzipped my fly and grabbed hold of my cock. "Emma," she grinned. "I had them in her ass and cunt just half an hour ago." As Joan masturbated me, she slipped her hand up under her skirt. A moment later, she held her fingers up again. "Smell them," she said. I sniffed them appreciatively and concentrated on coming in her hand. "You like the smell of my ass, don't you?" she stammered. I nodded, still concentrating. "I love the taste even more." Joan pushed both her fingers into my mouth. I sucked them devotedly, greedily. "Come," she said, "let me taste it." A second later, I came in Joan's hand. She raised her hand to her lips and licked it clean. She then turned, flushed the toilet and ran the cold water. I dropped to my knees behind her, raised her skirt and slid off her panties, pocketing them. I gave her bare bottom a deep, loving lick, probing her clinched asshole. I exited the bathroom first and moved quietly to the study. Joan emerged a minute later, applying lipstick as she joined Kate and Lil at the front door. I started pounding the keys again. I pounded loud enough to appear busy. "We're off now, sweetie," Lil called. "Alright, darl, see you later," I shouted back. I continued to pound, typing "terry" and "cunt" several times until the door finally slammed shut. My little charade wasn't complete until I heard Joan's Fiat speeding away from the house. The hot bitch drove like she fucked, God bless her. Confident that the coast was clear, I saved my Word document, shut the computer down and switched off the study light. I then headed for the kitchen to pour myself a glass of ice water. I looked up at the clock and decided to wait another five minutes. Women were notorious for forgetting things. Lil often turned the car around and raced back to the house collect a book or journal she'd forgotten. The important thing was to play it safe. I had all night to play with Terry's fresh, young body. And if Joan kept up her side of the bargain, I'd have half the morning too. I could do a lot in ten hours to a sexy, willing three-year-old, especially when she was my own daughter. After I'd downed three chilled glasses of water, I hurried to the laundry and found a pair of Terry's panties in the laundry hamper. I picked them up and held the crotch up to my nose. The crotch was slightly damp because Lil had only taken them off Terry half an hour ago (before her bath). I inhaled Terry's aroma and began to shake. Her cunt smelled so good. So tart and musky. Not at all how I expected her to smell. I turned the crotch over and prodded the yellow streaks with my finger. Terry's piss-stains. It really turned me on knowing that Terry wasn't wiping her cunt properly; she was pulling her panties up over a wet cunt. Maybe she got so wet after pissing that I wouldn't need to lube her up if I got as far as screwing her tonight. I hadn't planned on screwing her, but smelling her cunt and finding it totally intoxicating was really making my cock hard. I suppose that, ultimately, that was what I wanted. I wanted my cock buried in my daughter's womb. I put Terry's panties back in the hamper and headed for the living room where Terry was watching the credits roll on 'The Muppets". "How was it, sweetie?" I asked, zeroing in on Terry's panty-clad ass. Terry turned and smiled, unconsciously opening her legs. "It was great, daddy," she said. "Miss Piggy and Kermit kissed." I smiled, noticing that her panty-crotch had become lodged up her slit. "Did you like seeing Miss Piggy and Kermie kissing, darling?" I asked. Terry nodded shyly. I reached forward and picked her up, placing her across my lap so she was straddling me. "Want to play horsie, pumpkin?" Terry nodded. I grabbed her by the hips and started bouncing her up and down on my lap. She yipped and yelled, not aware that it was my erection that she was launching herself from. It grew as Terry's panty-crotch made contact with it. I imagined suddenly pushing the crotch aside and effortlessly pushing my cock up Terry's tiny fuckhole as she came down on me. Then I'd be inside her and I wouldn't have any explaining to do. It would all seem like an accident. But Terry enjoyed the up part more than the down part. She liked feeling like she was flying, defying gravity, being free. And besides, Terry's vagina was small. And probably dry, too. She wasn't Joan. She wouldn't be begging me to rape or strangle her. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and smiled. "This is fun, daddy. Can we do this all night?" "Sure," I said, grinding my erection into her crotch. "We can do anything we like." As kids do, Terry eventually tired of our little game. She needed another diversion. "Can you tell me a story, daddy?" she asked. I spun Terry around on my lap, so she was now facing the TV, and I put my hand up her nightie, touching her Mickey Mouse panties. I didn't think too hard about what I had just done. Neither did Terry. She simply looked up and me and said: "Why are you touching my underpants, daddy?" I hesitated before answering, searching for a suitable reply. "I thought I could do something better than read you a story, Terry," I said. "Something even better than Miss Piggy and Kermie kissing? Would you like that?" Terry shook her head, already used to my hand up her nightdress. "What, daddy, what are you going to do?" she asked, a ball of excitement. "I'm going to show you something really special that feels really good," I said, gently oh so gently stroking her vulva through the fabric of her panties. "Would you like that?" Terry nodded, looking down to where my hand had disappeared up her nightie. "Yes, daddy," she smiled, "I really would." We moved to Terry's bedroom. Somehow, the soft, pink hues and the sweet scent of talcum powder added atmosphere to the imminent molestation. I instructed Terry to lie on the bed and hug Teddy-Joe, her favorite bear. As she did so, she never took her eyes off me. I never took my eyes off her. She looked positively delicious spread-eagled like a miniature centerfold. Her swollen, fruity, perfectly sculpted vulva pressed insistently against the crotch fabric of her Mickey Mouse panties. I knelt between Terry thighs and smiled. "Now daddy's going to make you feel really, really good, sweetie," I said. "Are you ready to feel really, really good." Terry nodded, eager to learn the secret to achieving instant pleasure. I placed a hand on each of her thighs and, ever so softly, kissed her cunt through her panties. I stopped and met her gaze. "How did that feel, darling?" She gave me a big, bashful smile. "Good, daddy. Can you do it again?" I kissed her panty-crotch again, a little harder this time, pressing my lips against hers. I inhaled her girlish aroma, filled my senses with it. It was slightly pissy and slightly musky, just like her panties had been. I was suddenly conscious of being on the brink of realizing a fantasy I'd harbored for over ten years: making love to a little girl. The fact that only thin, cotton cloth stood between my tongue and Terry's vagina overwhelmed me. I was at the gates of heaven, poised in the orchard of forbidden fruit. I pretended to be eating Terry's underpants. She giggled and twitched as I did so. It both tickled and excited her. I licked her inner thighs and ran my tongue along the hem of her panties. I inhaled her aroma like I was suffocating and it was oxygen. I filled my lungs with the whiff of her piss and vaginal juices. I wanted more, of course, I wanted her asshole, too, and her saliva. I wanted anything that was her. That came from her. Anything she'd touched. Anything she'd produced. Anything she'd discarded. At that moment, the depth of my devotion to my darling daughter's body was clear. It was unconditional devotion, devotion not clouded by hesitation, fear or paranoia. It was pure. My desire for her was pure as the urine that jetted so often from her pisshole. And the excrement she squeezed from her little girl sphincter. I wanted that too. My devotion was absolute. Terry began to moan out loud as I ate her pussy lips through the fabric. She grabbed a handful of blanket and bunched it in her fist. She writhed and turned, but she never, not for a moment, attempted to wrestle free from my mouth. She was experiencing pleasure that was new to her. Pleasure that was exciting, intoxicating, loving and comforting. "Daddy would like to remove your underpants now, Terry? Is that okay if daddy does that?" Terry looked up at me groggily and nodded. "Yes, daddy, is that to make me feel good too?" I lifted my head and nodded, then I deposited kisses around her sweet, small navel. "It tickles," Terry murmured, opening and closing her thighs. "It tickles, daddy." I removed her panties slowly and deliberately. I wanted to remember the first time her vagina was revealed to me. I wanted to imprint the moment in my memory. Her slit emerged slowly. She had closed her thighs, so it was more pronounced, more chubby. The lips were pressed tightly together and were smooth as silk. Terry's baby clit nestled like a sleeping, pink serpent between them, so small and delicate in its nest. The scent of little girl urine wafted out of Terry's hole as she slowly and deliberately opened her legs, meeting my manic gaze as she spread them. "You have a beautiful, beautiful wee-wee hole, darling," I said, marveling at her body's bold construction. At the smoothness and curvature of her vulva. At the effortless way her piss-slit met her creamy ass-crack. At the delicate roundness of her young, underdeveloped thighs. I met her stare and drowned myself in her eyes. I inched forward and kissed her lightly on the lips, surprising her. She pulled away in fright and closed her thighs. "What are you doing, daddy?" she said, totally oblivious to the chain reaction of lust that she was igniting inside me. "That's just a kiss," I told her, shaking at the sight of her closed slit. "Just like Kermie and Miss piggy. It feels good if you let it." I inched forward and kissed her again, lightly peppering her lips with my saliva. She kept her mouth closed, but I tasted her, nevertheless, and what I tasted was nectar from heaven. I raised her and drew her into my arms, kissing her neck and shoulders. I slid her nightie off her shoulders. She was bare-chested. It was an exquisite sight. I kissed down her chin to her nipples. I gave each of them a loving, adoring flick with my tongue and returned my attention to her navel. Moans of intense pleasure drifted from her lips and I noticed her thighs opening once again. I kissed a fresh path down her belly to the peak of her slit and left tiny, warm kisses there. My tongue hadn't made contact with her slit yet, but I was running out of strength to resist. I kissed back up her belly to her nipples, sucking each one, then I made a tongue trail up her neck to her chin and then along the bottom of her rosy, soft lips. "You're so beautiful," I whispered as I opened my mouth to catch her breath. "Thank you, daddy," she said. "Mum said I'm beautiful, too." I covered her mouth with mine and introduced my tongue. I pushed it through her closed lips and permitted it to linger an inch or less inside her mouth. I waited for her tongue to meet it, to accept my invitation, but she closed her lips on it instead and began sucking it. I was surprised by this response. Surprised and excited. I let her suck me. I let her draw my moisture into her three-year-old mouth. I reached down and stroked the lips of her vagina, which I was calling a "fuckhole" in my mind. "I want her fuckhole," repeated itself over and over again. "She wants me to have it. She wants my tongue in there." The mere mention of the word filled my cock with blood and semen. Semen that I wanted to put in Terry's mouth. I wanted to hold her down and blow it into her mouth. The mouth that I was now tasting. Her tongue met mine. Moved against it and circled the tip. It was small and fragile, a wet, curious, flicking serpent. I inhaled my daughter's breath now. I paused to permit my senses to appreciate it. I sucked a thin film of saliva from her tongue and swallowed it greedily. I wanted more. I licked under her tongue and sniffed her breath. I covered her mouth completely and exhaled into her. Filled her with my breath. I licked around her eager mouth several times and pictured my cock buried in it. Up to the balls. I imagined her swallowing my semen as it jetted from my cock. I imagined taking that semen and rubbing it vigorously into her virgin cunt that had never been fucked. Never been licked. Never been pissed in or pissed on. Never been the receptacle for a woman's shit. Never been held open as I raped it mercilessly. Never been the eager repository of cum-blasting penises. Emerging from this mental detour, I broke the kiss and placed my hands on Terry's ankles. Spreading them marginally, I lifted Terry's cunt and bottom off the bed until they were at face-level and her shoulders were comfortably supporting her. Then I buried my tongue in her cunt, pushing through resistance with the wet tip. I held Terry aloft as I sucked and ate her feverishly, focusing my desire on both her vagina and her tiny, almost invisible anus. I probed it aggressively with my tongue, my eagerness to taste her bowels overriding my grander plan to pace myself. The moment I smelt her bowels, my cock began to strain so hard against my jeans that release was necessary. I relinquished Terry's ankles for a moment and tore my pants open, exposing my cock and balls to the child. She cowered from me, her eyes bulging. I tore them off my legs and discarded them on the floor. I masturbated my cock for Terry to see as I began my second descent to her ravishing fuckhole. Terry stared in wonder as I jerked myself off. She'd never seen anything like the erection that grew and grew and grew in my hand until it poked out of my fist like a bald's man head. She was stunned, hypnotized, shocked by the fervor of my hand action. If only she knew, I thought, if only she knew what she was doing to me. What her luscious body was doing to me. What mental boundaries I had crossed tonight because of her aromatic, delicious, perfect fuckholes. If only she knew. I returned to Terry's anus, spreading it carefully so I could lap at it like ice cream. I opened it to a point that was a degree shy of hurting her. I met her stare and gauged her reaction as I licked her. She was in heaven. I was in heaven. Her asshole was tart and tempting, a warm, yielding well of desire that took my breath away. Expressing intense curiosity, Terry reached out to touch my cock and I shifted position to let her have it. I wanted her to have it. I wanted her to be familiar with it before I penetrated her with it. I wanted her to crave its warmth, its hardness, its wetness, and its texture, as I craved hers. It bobbed in her hand as she toyed with the head, flicking it with her thumb and forefinger. I pushed my tongue as far into her bottomhole as it would go. I could go no further. I had extended my tongue to its outer limit. The reality that it was Friday night and that my tongue was buried in the anus of my three-year-old daughter struck me fitfully like a bolt of raw energy. The reality went way beyond my fantasies. Way beyond my craziest dreams. Yes, I was tongue-fucking my little girl. Yes, my little girl was playing with my cock. Yes, I was contemplating intercourse with her. And yes, Terry was having the time of her young life. But I still couldn't quite envisage the implications of my actions. I knew that fucking Joan and Lily would never be the same after this. Terry would become my lover. I would become hers. And together we'd explore the outer perimeters of manic desire. As father and daughter. Terry's small, shallow rectum engulfed my tongue. I licked her inner walls adoringly and nuzzled up to her slit, constantly sniffing her scent. She let out a delicate cry of pleasure as I sucked on her anus, stabbing it anxiously with my tongue, absorbing its heavy aroma. Terry raised her legs almost instinctively as I stretched her, staring longingly into her deep recesses, depositing soft, fatherly kisses on and around the tight, totally hairless hole. The hole that was now mine. I suddenly gasped as I felt Terry's tiny fingers surround my cock. She touched the wet head with her quivering fingertip and stared at the dew-drop of moisture that sat there. I looked up from between her spread thighs and said: "Would you like to taste daddy?" Terry nodded. "Go on then," I suggested. "Give your finger a lick." Terry hesitated, staring at the drop of pre-cum. Then she raised her finger to her lips and sucked it. It melted on her tongue and shot quickly to her taste buds. She smiled at me. "It tastes good, daddy," she said. "Can I have some more?" "Of course," I replied. "My favorite girl in the world can have anything she wants." I shifted my bulk towards Terry to give her better access to my cock. I steered it towards her face and pressed it earnestly to her cheek. "It's warm, Daddy," she said, stroking the shaft curiously. "Like a hotdog." I chuckled and rubbed her anus casually, tasting my finger. "It tastes even better than a hotdog," I said, meeting her stare. "Would you like to try it?" Terry nodded and turned to meet it. I lifted my cock from underneath and placed the head in Terry's gaping mouth. It sat on her outstretched tongue for a moment as Terry contemplated what to do with it. Then she closed her lips over it and began to suck, gently at first. I returned my attentions to her ass and cunt, spreading her lips and plunging my tongue in and out of both holes until her juices began to well up. They trickled out slowly -- clear, mucus-like droplets. I blotted them with the tip of my tongue and burrowed into her, searching for more. I spread her puffy, young piss-flaps and exposed her pink, velvety hole. I sucked the inner lining like a long-time lover and toyed with her bottomhole. I shuddered suddenly as Terry's sucking became more intense. I began to thrust slowly towards her, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. I was conscious of not wanting to choke her or scare her, so I kept my movements to a minimum. I looked up and saw her, for the first time, with my cock buried in her face. Twisting around, I reached under the bed and found the camera I'd loaded several hours earlier. Mouth full, Terry stared at me as I framed her up. I took five shots of my cock in her mouth. Then I placed the camera on the bed and began a campaign to fill her mouth with cream by accelerating my thrusts. As she was now semi-accustomed to all that bulk in her mouth, she weathered my movements like a thousand-a-night whore, constantly meeting my gaze as she devoured my cock. I fingered whatever I could reach as I increased speed again, delighting in the sensation of my cock-head banging against the back of her throat. That was where I wanted to blow. That was where I wanted to climax. Deep in my daughter's throat. I grabbed the camera gain, advancing the film with a quick flick of my finger. I snapped off another shot. Terry's mouth stuffed to the balls. Then another. Terry's eyes closing as she began to truly enjoy my rape of her mouth. I felt the cum suddenly rush down the head of my cock. My body tensed. I fought to maintain my grip on the camera. Then I came. "Aaaahhh!" I grabbed Terry's hair and bunched it up to hold her head in place as I emptied the contents of my balls down her throat. I shot in her mouth four times, at least, blast after milky blast. The kid didn't flinch. She swallowed each time to make room for the next load. She kept swallowing as long as I kept cumming. I clicked off several shots once the cum started dribbling out of her mouth. I pulled my cock free and instructed Terry to open her mouth and stare up at the camera. "Show daddy all that lovely cum," I said. "Show daddy how you eat his cum." Streamers of cum criss-crossed Terry's mouth like spider webs. Her tongue was coated and it dripped from her teeth. She'd never looked better. She pretended to eat it. I tore through a roll of film shooting Terry's cum-filled mouth. Then I made her pose like a centerfold. She spread her cunt-lips, fingered her asshole, jerked my cock and spread her ass-cheeks so I could get an extreme close-up of her anus. "Now your daddy's little fuckhole," I said. "The only hole daddy wants to fuck." At midnight I positioned myself Terry and rubbed my erection against her slit. I prodded the lips apart and lodged the head of my cock in the entrance to her opening. I could tell from the way Terry's shook that she was anxious to take my cock in her piss-hole. She pressed her thighs together to increase the pressure on my cock and she moaned as I fingered her asshole and licked it. I wanted to fuck her ass, too, but I knew there was no way THAT was going to happen. My intention had never been to hurt her. Perhaps Joan would let me fuck her daughter Emma's asshole instead. Emma was six now. According to Joan, she loved having dildos in her shitter. My cock would only be an improvement on that. As I rub-fucked Terry, I grabbed my jeans and pulled Joan's pungent panties out of the left pocket. "I have a surprise for you, Terry," I said, getting her attention. "Would you like to see it?" Terry nodded, pressing the head of my cock into her wet hole. I showed Terry Joan's panties. "Do you know who these belong to?" I asked. Terry nodded. "Mummy," she said. "No, they belong to Mrs. Argus." Terry stared at them as I showed her the piss-stained crotch. "Would you like to lick them with daddy, sweetie?" Terry smiled, then nodded, as I opened the panties up and fanned my fingers, stretching Joan's panty-crotch across them. I licked the dried discharge first. Terry followed. Within seconds, the discharge became liquid and we sniffed and licked it anxiously. "Smells good, doesn't it?" I said. Terry nodded, moaning quietly as I licked the side of her tongue, pushing the panty-crotch slowly into her mouth. We shared it, her on one side of it, me on the other. I pushed my cock at a snail's pace into Terry's swollen hole. There was much resistance, but it yielded also, giving up its secrets. My tongue met Terry's through the fabric and we lingered tip-to-tip. I inhaled a combination of Terry's baby breath and Joan's pungent vaginal aromas. It was heaven on earth. I shuddered as my cock-head finally broke through Terry's hymen. She gasped in shock and I mashed my mouth to hers, holding her quite still with the force of my breath. I pushed and pushed until I could push no further. I'd hit Terry's cervix. And that was where I relaxed. I broke the kiss. Terry came up for air and dropped Joan's panties. I retrieved them and ran them down Terry's body to where my cock was half buried in her angelic fuckhole. Now my fuckhole. I rubbed them against my cock and balls and blotted out some of Terry's discharge with them. I raised them to my lips and sucked it off. Then I placed the crotch against Terry's mouth and made her taste herself. "Do you taste good?" I asked. Terry licked herself off the panties again and nodded. I smiled back. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world," I said. "I want us to fuck every day." "Can we, daddy? Can we?" Terry stammered excitedly. "You bet we can." I didn't have much room to move in Terry's snatch. Too much moving and I'd be out. I loved being inside her. I loved being this close to her. This intimate with her. I loved her being my lover. I came in Terry about an hour later. We'd been kissing and sharing saliva, sucking it greedily from each other's tongues. I erupted like a fire hose, the force of the blast startling Terry. Cum bubbled up and spilled out of her and ran down her legs. I pinched her nipples gently and sighed into her open mouth as my orgasm came to an end. I pulled back to look at her, to behold my little fuckdoll. To admire her. Terry stared at the cum trickling down her inner thighs. She looked concerned. "Daddy can I have a hanky, please?" "Why do you want a hanky, sweetie?" I asked. Terry looked bashful. "I'm messy." I slowly drew my cock out of my daughter's vagina. A torrent of cum spilled out in its wake. "Don't worry about that, sweetie," I said. "I'll clean you up." I lay down beside Terry, picked her up, turned her around so she was facing away from me, and placed her cunt and bottom on my face. I spread her lips and began to suck my cum out of her hole. "Oh, daddy," she moaned. "That feels good." My cum had mingled with her cunt juices and been warmed by her tiny body. It was tart and creamy, almost vanilla-like. "Daddy," I thought I heard Terry say, "I have to go to the toilet." I stopped licking and stared at Terry's quivering asshole. "Do you have to go right now, sweetie?" "Yes, daddy," came the reply. I stared at Terry's asshole again. So tight and sweet. "Go in daddy's mouth, sweetie," I said. "Use daddy's mouth as a toilet." There was a silence. "But daddy-" "Go on, sweetie," I repeated. "Daddy's mouth is your new toilet." Another moment of silence followed. Then Terry leaned forward and wrapped her hand around my cock, tucking it into her mouth. This action shifted her body forward and opened her sphincter wider. A moment later, the first long tube of shit emerged from it. I opened my mouth to catch it, my erection becoming steel-hard in Terry's mouth. It coiled slowly out of Terry's rectum and settled on my tongue. I bit into it, smeared it on my face and opened up for more. It was incredible tasting her shit. It was so hot between my cheeks. And so fucking tasty. I couldn't possibly get any closer. Her bladder opened and showered me. I shifted position slightly and caught the stream directly, swallowing quickly as it filled up my mouth. Another turd appeared. This one I met at the hole. I sucked it out greedily and smeared it on her cunt, pushing some into her opening. Then I used my tongue to clean my daughter's shitty ass thoroughly, not stopping until her bottom was white and tight again. Terry took the next step on her own. She crawled behind me and said: "Daddy, can you lie down on your stomach, please?" I obeyed. Terry spread my cheeks and began to lick my asshole. She played with my balls, too, and gave me another look at her cunt. I strained to see more. I strained to see her asshole because I suddenly had a murderous urge to fuck it. Yep, just tear it open and plunge right into it. Fill it with cum and eat shit from it again. I strained so hard to see her shitter that that was when I noticed Lil, Joan and Kate, and Joan's children Emma and Prue, standing in the doorway watching me. They weren't smiling, which was a definite worry, but, they were all naked. Even Emma and Prue. Their slits were on fire. "Is this the 'Ladies' toilet?" Joan said, totally straight-faced. I nodded slowly. The women approached the bed. 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