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WARNING: The following story includes explicit language
describing carnal love between consenting partners. It also
involves an incestuous relationship. If you dislike or are
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This a fantasy and, therefore, a work of fiction. All characters,
events, and circumstances are imaginary, and any resemblance
between them and actual persons, places, and events is strictly
accidental and coincidental.
MY DAUGHTER'S ROOMMATE
Part II
A Fantasy by Day Dreamer
The days I spent waiting for Candy to come home from school were
filled with feelings of ambivalence. On one hand, I recognized
that for me to read a sensual message into Candy's request to
talk with me could be a complete mistake--she might simply want
to talk about a school problem or something similar. She might
even be having a problem with a boyfriend and want some fatherly
advice about how to deal with it. On the other hand, I still
couldn't help but recall the very undaughterly kiss she had given
me just before she drove off to Austin. Not since she was a
little girl had she kissed me on the lips. And she had never
before given me a feel of her tongue as she had when she extended
it and brushed it across my lips. The memory of that kiss filled
me with very unfatherly feelings. Even though part of me
shuddered in revulsion at the thought of such perverted
incestuous ideas, I couldn't prevent myself from feeling over-
whelming desire. No matter how I fought against the idea, I
desired my daughter--desired her with a level of passion and
ardor I had seldom, if ever, felt before. Wrong or not, I
yearned to make love to Candy, to love her as man and woman make
love.
The memory of how Candy's roommate Barbie and I had made love was
still fresh enough to kindle hot sparks of lust. I was able to
clearly picture in my mind Barbie and I making oral love and then
coupling our bodies in the classic postures of intercourse.
After a few moments, though, the pictures changed, with the image
of Barbie being replaced by one of Candy. Before long, fantasies
replaced memory, and in them it was Candy who was naked, it was
she that I brought to orgasm with my mouth, and, finally, it was
she who screamed in rapture as my cock penetrated her depths and
brought her to the utmost height of ecstasy. Those fantasies
kept me with an almost perpetual erection as I waited out the
days before Candy's return.
* * * *
I left work early on Friday. I knew that Candy would probably
get home around 5:00 pm, and I wanted to be there when she
arrived. I planned to take her to dinner that evening and wanted
to shower and be dressed before she got there. Rushing into the
house, I quickly undressed and showered. As I got out of the
shower, I walked naked into the bedroom, where I had my clothes
laid out. I was no more than half-way across the room when I
looked up and saw Candy standing in the doorway. She laughed,
embarrassed, and said, "Oops! Gee, Daddy, I'm sorry. I had no
idea I'd find you naked."
I'm sure I blushed, because my face became warm. "My fault,
sweetheart. I should have known it was about time for you to be
getting here." I expected her to be as embarrassed as I was and
to immediately move away from the door. Instead, she continued
to stare at me for several seconds, taking in my complete
nakedness, before slowly, almost reluctantly, moving her eyes
away and walking toward her room. I was relieved that she had
left, because her looking at my nakedness like that brought all
my fantasies back with a rush and my cock swelled and erected,
standing rigidly out from groin.
After I finished dressing, I went to Candy's bedroom. I was
going to volunteer to help her unpack her car, but found she had
already done so. "Hi, Daddy," she said with a smile. "You look
a little more presentable now." I couldn't help but feel a
little embarrassment when she added, "I'm sorry I caught you en
flagrante." Then she grinnned and added, "Anyway, you might be
interested to know I think you've got a great bod for a forty-
five-year-old man."
"Hah!" I thought, remembering my erection, "if you'd stayed for a
little while longer, you would have REALLY found out about my
body." Instead of voicing those words, though, I asked her if she
wanted to go out to dinner. She said she would like that very
much, and asked where we were going. When I told her we could go
any place she wanted, she said she would like for me to take her
back to the same place she, Barbie, and I had gone just before
she left to return to school. She told me she wanted to take a
shower and change clothes first. Grinning the same way she had
before, she said, "Maybe I ought to leave my door open and give
you a chance get even." I'm not sure what I mumbled in response,
but I beat a quick retreat to the den to wait for her to get
ready.
About thirty minutes later, Candy came into the den and announced
she was ready to go. She wore dressy designer jeans that clung
to her hips as though they had been painted on and a silken full
blouse that emphasized the swell of her breasts. The dark
tresses of her hair were pinned back in something like a pony-
tail, leaving the features of her face clearly evident. In
short, she was beautiful...and sensual. That sensuality was
something new to me--the only time she had previously displayed
it to me was in the good-bye kiss. My desire, tamed for a short
time, flared up again.
After we got to the restaurant, we had a drink and brought each
other up to date on our lives. She told me how she was doing in
school and I related how things had been at home. Well, ALMOST
as things had been at home--I didn't include the part about how
Barbie had asked me to teach her about love and how I proceeded
to do just that. She brought up the subject of Barbie, though,
by telling me how surprised she had been to find Barbie had a boy
as a roommate. She told me that because Barbie had been so shy
about boys, there must have been something happen in her life to
make her change. When she said "something happen in her life,"
she smiled a little smile, almost secretive, and gave me one of
the strangest looks I have ever received. From that, I suspected
that Candy might know something about the relationship between
Barbie and me, but was too polite to bring her knowledge out in
the open. Finally, I asked her why she had decided to come home
a couple of weeks earlier than planned. She gave me a look
similar to the one before and said, "Well, as I told you, I have
something I need to talk with you about."
I was still completely undecided about Candy and her newly
displayed sensuality, so I pressed her further by asking her why
we couldn't have talked about it on the phone. With that same
secret expression on her face, she said, "It's something that can
only be discussed in person, face to face."
"Well, we're in person, face to face, right now. Let me order us
another drink, and we can talk about it now."
Candy put her hand over mine and patted it. "Oh, Daddy, you're
so sweet, but we CAN'T talk about it now. After we get back home
we will. Right now, I want you to dance with me. I haven't
danced a step since we were here last, and you know how much I
like to dance." Not even waiting for an answer, she stood up,
my hand still in her's, and led me to the dance floor.
I had been brought up dancing the old-fashioned way where the boy
holds one of the girl's hands and puts the other one on her
waist. Candy, though, wanted to dance the modern way and put
both her arms around my neck and snuggled up to me, the front of
her body squarely against mine. For a moment I let my hands
dangle to my side, not sure what to do with them. I looked
around and saw how other couples were dancing and then followed
suit by putting both my hands on her back. Laughing softly,
Candy put her mouth by my ear and whispered, "Looks like you're
finally learning to dance the right way."
Pressed against each other like that, Candy's little belly rubbed
against my belly and the front of her thighs pressed their full
length against mine. As we danced, I was totally aware of the
contact of our bodies as leg moved against leg and belly squirmed
against belly. When her crotch moved hard against my groin, I
had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning. The fantasies I had
been working so hard to repress came to the surface of my mind
and my body responded. Even though I willed it not to happen, my
cock swelled and made a protrusion in the front of my slacks.
Candy must have felt it because she pressed herself even tighter
against me.
"Oh, God," I thought, "this is wrong. This is my own daughter
arousing my lust. Fantasies are one thing, but this is real, and
it's wrong." I pulled my hips back, moving my hard cock from
contact with Candy's groin. She responded by once again pressing
herself against me. Putting her mouth to my ear, she whispered,
"Daddy, dance with me the way you did with Barbie."
"But you're my daughter. It's not right for father and daughter
to do like we're doing."
"I know that, Daddy. It's what I want, though, so let's do it
anyway."
Candy and I danced the rest of the dance pressed close together.
My cock had formed a hard, round knot in my groin and Candy
pressed her jean-covered vee against it, occasionally grinding
herself hard against me. When the song ended, she held me on the
dance floor. "One more dance, please. Dance another dance with
me and then we can go order, okay?" If she had known my mental
condition, she would have realized that pleas were not
necessary. I would have gladly stayed on the dance floor all
night just so I could hold her in my arms and press our bodies
together. My fantasies had completely driven out the reality of
the situation, and I was now completely given over to experienc-
ing the full effects of Candy's newly demonstrated sensuality.
After we had danced another dance, Candy kissed me on the cheek
and said, "Thank you, Daddy." As she leaned into me to deliver
the kiss, her groin pressed hard against mine. Knowing we were
about to break contact, and reluctant to do so, I pushed my hard
cock into the vee of her groin and ground it into her jean-
covered sex. We stood still in the middle of the dance floor for
a long moment, our sexual areas pressed against each other,
each loathe to separate ourselves from the pleasurable embrace.
Realizing, though, that the music had stopped and embarrassed
about putting on such a display of lust for all the on-lookers,
we broke apart and went to our table.
Dinner went very quickly, conversation stifled by the thoughts
and recriminations spinning through my head. Candy had a distant
look in her eyes, and I felt that she too must be considering the
actions we had just completed and what they might lead to. I
didn't know about her, but my thoughts were confused. One part
of me wanted Candy with a desperation that was almost beyond
measure. I had fantasized about our making love, and it was hard
to drive the fantasy out and make room for the real, the
practical part. The real, the practical, was that Candy was my
daughter, that I should be concerned about protecting her, not
aching to make love to her. My thoughts were still confused when
I paid the bill and we left to go home.
When we reached home and went into the house, Candy said, "Daddy,
I really do need to talk with you. Why don't we put on our night
clothes first, though. After we've changed, we can have an after
dinner drink and talk. Okay?" All I could do was nod my
approval.
I changed to pajamas and a robe and went into the kitchen and
mixed us some drinks. As I was carrying them into the den, Candy
came in. She appeared to be dressed as I was, with a robe
covering her. I didn't see any pajamas covering her legs, so she
either had on shorty pajamas, or, and my blood raced at the idea,
nothing at all. My hand trembled a little as I handed her drink.
Her hand also had a tremble as she took it.
Candy and I sat there in silence for a few minutes, sipping our
drinks. She looked at me and our eyes met and locked. I knew
that whatever the outcome, it was time to start our conversation.
I took the initiative by asking, "What's this problem you need to
talk about, sweetheart?"
Candy smiled shyly and said, "I've rehearsed this a thousand
times, but still don't know for sure how to say it." She
paused, looking down at her lap, and then looked up, saying,
"Well, I guess you could say that in a way I'm jealous."
"Jealous? Has someone stolen a boyfriend away from you?"
Candy smiled, a rueful, crooked grin, and said, "Well, not that
exactly, but it is something like that."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, do you remember when you and Barbie danced just before I
left for Austin last time? Sort of like the way we danced
tonight, only more so?"
"Yes, baby, I remember."
"Daddy, I was jealous of Barbie. I was jealous of how she held
you so close, of how aroused she was. Seeing the two of you act
like that bothered me. It bothered me sexually."
"Gee, baby, I'm sorry. After all, it was you who got us to dance
together."
"Oh, no, Daddy, I'm not scolding you. What happened was
perfectly natural. After all, Momma has been dead for over two
years, and you're bound to have needs and drives that need to be
satisfied. No, that wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me
was...uh, well...I wished it had been me rather than Barbie."
There wasn't anything I could say that could properly respond to
her statement. I wanted to say, "Oh, God, Barbie, I wish it had
been you, too," but this was my daughter I was talking to. I
didn't know where she would take the conversation from there, and
I sure didn't want to embarrass her or offend her. Instead, all
I said was "umm-hmm," urging her to continue.
"What's made it worse," she continued, "is that I've talked with
Barbie. Daddy, she told me what she did to you."
I grimaced and waved my hands in a gesture of resignation. I
knew Candy and Barbie were close friends, but I hadn't expected
Barbie to tell Candy about our brief affair.
"Oh, Daddy, she didn't just come out and tell me--I had to worm
it out of her. Besides, I approve. It was real sweet of you,
and it really helped her." Candy laughed and continued, "Boy, DID
it help her. I could hardly believe she would have a live-in
boyfriend." Candy reached out a hand and patted mine, saying,
"No, Daddy, I'm not bothered by that." She gripped my hand hard
now and very quietly and softly said, "What I'm bothered about is
that what you did for her I need as bad, if not worse, than she
did."
I pulled my hand back and sat up. "Candy, are you suggesting...?"
Candy dropped her hands to her lap and clasped them together.
Looking me directly in the eyes, a serious expression on her
face, she said, "Yes, that's EXACTLY what I'm suggesting. Daddy,
I'm nineteen years old, and I'm still a virgin. I've wanted to
have sex, wanted it desperately, but I've been afraid of all the
boys I've dated. They were rough and pawed at me. Daddy, I've
laid awake at night and listened to you and Momma. That's told
me that sex doesn't have to be rough. I heard Momma moan from
the pleasure you gave her. That's how I want sex to be, that's
how I want my special first time to be. Daddy, that's why I want
my first time to be with you."
"Sweetheart, you're my daughter. We can't...."
"Oh, Daddy, we CAN. Our being daughter and father is what makes
it so possible. Daddy, I love you and I know you love me. That
love is what makes it so special, so possible."
Still feeling doubts about the reality versus the fantasy of
committing incest, I said, "But Candy...."
"You think I'm not as pretty or desirable as Barbie, don't you?
Well, you're wrong!" Candy said, defiantly. She stood up, and
after untieing the sash around her waist, pulled her robe from
off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I had to repress
a gasp at what I saw. Candy stood there before me dressed in
baby-doll pajamas made of the sheerest material possible. Her
breasts filled out the pajama tops, her nipples and their
surrounding dusky circles clearly visible through the thin
material. Down below, in the sheer panty bottoms, a dark swath
showed at her groin. She had an abundant growth of pubic hair
and it could be seen through the tissue-thin fabric that left
little to the imagination. My heart beat at a rapid pace--seeing
her like that, in those sheerest-of-sheer pajamas, was as
arousing as seeing her nude.
Candy reached down to the bottom of her pajama top and with a
swift motion pulled it up and over her head, revealing the glory
of her breasts that had only been hinted at before. With the top
removed, I could see them in all their splendor--firm, round, and
not sagging even a millimeter. Each one was centered with a
darker circle, and from them, the hard nubbins of her nipples
stood proudly erect. She put her hands up and cupped the white
mounds, pushing them upward. "My boobs are bigger and fuller
than Barbie's. I know, because as she told you, we've seen each
other naked." She leaned forward, pushing her breasts even
closer to me. "Admit it, Daddy, they're nicer than Barbie's,
aren't they?"
I couldn't make my voice work to answer her. Viewing her
magnificent breasts, seeing her act in such an erotic way had
made me virtually inarticulate. I could only nod my head and
manage finally to whisper a strangled "Yes."
Candy put her hands on the waist band of her pajama bottoms
and slowly pushed them downward. She wiggled her hips, working
the wisp of fabric down until the slightly rounded bulge of
stomach was revealed. Giving her hips another twist, she pushed
the panties down until they were around her hips. My cock had
already come erect, making a hard bulge in the front of my
pajamas at the sight of Candy's breasts, but now, as the dark
tresses of her bushy groin came into view, it jerked and pushed
out the front of my robe. No matter what words I might use on
Candy, my desire could not be denied.
Reaching further down, Candy pushed her panties until they were
around her knees. At this point, they released and fell to her
feet. She stepped one foot out of them and then lifted the other
up and removed the briefs from her foot. I had felt lust before,
but the sight of Candy's pussy made me tremble with an
overpowering rush of desire. I wanted nothing else at that point
but to grab her and sink my throbbing cock into that furrow, to
find her hidden depths and push my shaft in until I had buried
its full length into the deep recesses of her young, hot flesh.
With her panties removed, Candy now stood before me completely
nude with nothing to hide the full extent of her beauty from me.
Where she had seemed a little shy and hesitant before, her
posture and the look she gave me now spoke of boldness. She was
enjoying the strip tease performance, she was exulting in showing
me her totally nude body. Without saying a word, she turned
around so that her back was to me, the fullness of her firm, hard
buttocks revealed to me. I had always thought Marilyn Chambers
had the best ass ever put on a woman, but the one Candy now
displayed to me was every bit as good if not better.
Looking back at me over her shoulder, Candy put her hands on her
buttocks, one hand on each of the firm globes. She kneaded them
and then spread them apart, showing me the little indention of
her anus. Between those cheeks I could see the crease of her
vagina and the soft, furry pubic hair that extended down to
between her legs. "Daddy, my bottom is twice as nice as
Barbie's. My ass is hard and firm. Barbie's is soft." She
delved her fingers into the cleavage between the cheeks and
stroked them up and down. "My ass is better, isn't it? Come on,
Daddy, tell me you like mine better."
"Candy, your ass is absolutely perfect," I managed to whisper,
unable to tear my eyes away from the firmness of her buttocks and
especially the area down below them. My cock was drooling now,
pre-come wetting its head and soaking my pajamas.
Candy turned back around to where she once again faced me. With
her revealed to me like that I realized that she was far more
beautiful and desirable than Barbie had been. Candy was
about three inches shorter than Barbie, and where Barbie had a
model's body, Candy's was fuller, more lush. Her hips flared out
wider and her thighs were fuller and more firm. Her breasts were
full but not overly large--good handfuls, ready to be caressed
and loved. She was like a ripe fruit, ready to be savored, ready
to be devoured. I could hardly believe that a girl so beautiful,
so ready, could still be a virgin. It was even harder to believe
that she was asking me, her father, to be the one to take that
virginity, to be the first one to taste that ripened fruit.
Candy put her hand on her stomach and slowly traced it down
through her pubic hair to the top of her feminine furrow. With
one finger extended, she probed down between her labial lips.
Pulling her finger back out, she held it up, wet and shiny with
her moisture. "Look how wet I am. This shows how much I need
you. Oh, God, Daddy, please don't make me beg!"
By this time, all thoughts of any reservations I might have had,
recriminations about the enormity of incest, were gone. They
were replaced by the reality of what was happening. The
fantasies I had entertained about Candy and me making love were
no longer just day dreams. There was no way I could refuse Candy
her request. Further, there was no way I could deny any more my
long suppressed desire to have Candy, to know her in the most
intimate way possible.
Candy took a step forward to where she was right in front of me,
only a step away. She looked down at me sitting here and in a
soft voice said, "Daddy, I know you're attracted to me, that you
want me as much I want you. I felt you when we danced. You were
hard, and your hardness pressed against me. God, it felt so good
that I wanted us to make love right there on the spot." She
looked down at my lap, at the tent my cock was making of the
front of my pajamas and robe. "You're that way right now. You
can't deny it--I can see how your penis is causing the front of
your robe to stand up."
Suddenly, Candy knelt down between my knees. She took my robe
and spread its front apart, revealing my pajamas. Underneath
their thin cotton fabric, my cock was rigid and throbbing,
pressing the cloth up like a tent pole under an Indian tepee.
At the top of the bulge, directly over the head of my penis, a
circle of moisture had formed, soaking the cloth with my pre-
come. Reaching out, Candy put her hand on the bulge and grasped
my cock. Even through the fabric, the touch was electric, and I
gasped at the pleasure her hand gave me. Working the pajama fly
open, Candy put her hand inside and pulled my cock out. It was
hard as a steel rod and wet with the flow of my lust. Putting
her hand around it, she said, "Feel how hard you are--you're as
aroused as I am. This is what I want. Use this on me, make love
to me, teach me how to love you. Daddy, make a real woman of me.
I don't care what you have to do--pretend I'm Barbie if you have
to--but take me to bed and love me. Daddy, take me to bed
and...and...fuck me." She squeezed my cock hard and muttered,
"Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Really fuck me."
I put my hand under Candy's chin and pulled her head up so that
she faced me. Talking quietly, I said, "Candy, sweetheart, it's
impossible for me to pretend you're Barbie." Even though a look
of disappointment came on her face, I continued, "You see, every
time I made love to Barbie, in my mind I was making love to you.
Every time I touched her, it was you I was touching. Every time
she had an orgasm, I pretended it was you who was coming."
While I was talking the expression on her face changed from dis-
appointment to wonder. She whispered, "You mean...?"
"I mean that ever since you developed into a woman, I've longed
to make love to you. I hid my desire because I knew that would
be incest." Looking down at where she still had my cock in my
hand, I said, "As you can see, I can't hide it any more." My
cock throbbed in her hand, and I continued, "Yes, you're right,
baby, I DO want you as bad as you want me. Probably even more.
So if you really do want me to make love to you, there's nothing
in the world I want more than that."
In almost a groan, Candy said, "YES! Oooh, Daddy, yes, yes!"
Standing up, Candy fell against me, her breasts against my chest,
her vagina right on top of my cock. Still whispering, "yes, yes,
yes," Candy brought her mouth against mine, her lips hungrily
seeking out mine. As our mouths came together, Candy speared her
tongue between my lips and drove it into my mouth, working it
feverishly around and around. She squirmed her buttocks and hips
so that my cock moved between her labial lips and into her wet
furrow. Clamping her wetness around it, she gyrated her
hips and moaned in pleasure at the touch of flesh upon flesh.
Finally breaking the kiss, Candy whispered, "Take me to bed now,
Daddy. Take me to bed and make me a woman. Love me like a man
and woman are supposed to love."
Standing up, I lifted Candy into my arms and carried her down the
hall to the bedroom. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me as
we journeyed on her last step toward womanhood.
Lowering her gently, I put Candy on the bed, facing up to me.
Her lush young body, now completely revealed, was so beautiful
that I had to pause and savor it. The crease of her maidenhood
showed through the abundant growth of pubic hair, and with her
legs spread slightly apart as they were, it gaped apart,
allowing a small glimpse of its inner portions. Her breasts,
somewhat flattened from her position, were nonetheless firm,
quivering only slightly as she breathed. At the top of each of
them, her nipples stood up stiffly from the middle of the
crinkled areas of their surrounding areolas. I had fantasized
about Candy, about how she would look nude, aroused, eager to
love me, and now it was no longer fantasy. I thought of what
lay ahead for us and reveled at the prospect. "Sweetheart,
you're so beautiful," I said, at last breaking the silence.
"I've dreamed of seeing you like this, of our making love, and
now it's happening in real life. The real you is so much better
than any of my dreams or fantasies."
Candy smiled, enjoying the compliment, and said, "I thought
you'd like me if you got a chance to see me." Smiling wider,
she added, "See ALL of me, that is."
"Baby, I more than like you, I LOVE you--ALL of you, every
part."
Candy put one hand between her legs and cupped a breast with
the other one. Still smiling that wide, coquettish smile, she
said, "But you like some parts better than others, don't you?"
Smiling back at her, I said, "Yes, baby, some parts are better.
Especially those parts I hadn't seen before."
Candy took her hands away from her body and gestured up at me.
"You get naked, too. Take off your clothes so that I can all
parts of you, too."
I grinned at her and said, "But you've already seen me naked.
Remember?"
Grinning back at me, she said, "Yeah, I sure haven't forgotten.
I wanted to stay and look, but I was afraid you'd get
embarrassed." She looked down to where my cock was forcing the
front of my robe out and said, "But you're different now from
how you were then. Now you're aroused, and I want to see you
like that." The expression on her face turned serious and
speaking more softly, she said, "Besides, things are different
now. Now we're going to be lovers, aren't we?"
Taking off my robe, I said, "Yes, sweetheart, now we're going
to be lovers. I'm going to give you the best loving I know
how." I unbuttoned my pajama top and dropped it to the floor.
Untieing the draw string to my bottoms, I lowered them, pushing
them down so that they allowed my cock to spring out free from
confinement. I dropped them to my feet and stepped out of
them, completely nude, my cock standing out almost straight
from my body. Now I was as naked as Candy.
Candy's eyes widened slightly and she took a deep breath as she
stared at my rampant manhood. "God, Daddy, you're beautiful,
too. I like ALL of you, too," she whispered. She reached out
a hand to me and said, "Get on the bed with me. Get here close
to me--I want to feel your body close to mine."
I stretched out on the bed alongside Candy and turned on my
side facing her. She turned toward me and immediately, without
a word being spoken, we were in each other's arms. She
clutched at me and pressed herself close, pushing her breasts
into my chest. She whispered, "Oh, God, Daddy! Yes. Close,
just like this. Hold me, Daddy. Hold me close to you." I
wrapped my arms around her and dropped my hands down to her
firm buttocks. When she had turned to show me her ass, I ached
to hold and stroke them. Now they were in my hands and I could
love them all I wanted. "Oh, yes, touch me, Daddy." She put her
lips almost against mine and whispered, "Kiss me, too. Touch me
and kiss me."
Candy pressed her lips against mine and our mouths blended and
melted together. There was nothing of father and daughter in
the kiss: it was a lover's kiss--wet, exciting, and expressive
of the urgency of our arousal. Our mouths opened and our
tongues explored, swirling and stroking. The pace of her
breathing increased and mine did too. I stroked her buttocks
and kneaded them gently, loving the feel of the firm globes in
my hands. Using just a light touch, I moved my hands down to
where the cleft between her cheeks disappeared, and felt the
tender, sensitive flesh hidden in that secret area of her
femininity. She was wet there, slick with the flow of a woman
aroused. I moved my fingers across the slippery flesh at the top
of her thighs and she moaned, the sound muffled by our kiss.
Candy broke the kiss and in a whisper, almost a moan, said,
"Oooooo, I love this. This is my deepest, most secret fantasy
coming true."
"Fantasy?"
"Daddy, you told me you had longed to make love to me for
a long time. Well, I've felt the same way about you. At
night, when I listened to you and Momma love each other, I
fantasized it was me, not Momma, you were making love to.
One night I sneaked to your door and peeked in. She was on top
of you, and you were holding each other, and you were both
moaning. I could see Momma's bottom moving up and down, and I
knew she had you inside her." She stroked her fingers across
my cheek and continued, "That was the night I touched myself
for the first time. I was so excited, I trembled all over.
After I got back in bed, I thought about your being inside
Momma, up between her legs, and I felt down between my legs,
down to that spot where a man goes in. It felt so good to
touch there and I soon had both my hands down, touching and
rubbing. I could hardly believe how wet I got. It kept
feeling better and better and I just kept climbing higher and
higher. Then it happened. I had an orgasm. I had my very
first orgasm the night I saw you and Momma making love. Every
time after that when you and Momma made love, I listened and
touched myself. I pretended it was you touching me, that you
were inside me like you were inside Momma. I could hear when
you and Momma had an orgasm, and I would try to come at the
same time. That way, I could dream that it was you making me
come and that I was the one who made you come."
Her revelation aroused me to a pitch I had never before
achieved. I pulled her closer against me, pressing the little
nubbins of her nipples into my chest. My cock throbbed, down
where it pushed against her thigh, and more of my pre-come
gushed out, making her leg even more slippery from my hot flow.
I groaned and whispered, "Oh, God, baby, I had no idea."
"That's why I got upset about Barbie--she got to live out my
fantasy, my fantasy of making love with you."
I held her closer to me and whispered, "Baby, baby, I'm so
sorry. If I'd only known...."
"Shhh, Daddy," Candy said, putting her lips to mine to stop my
protests. Pulling her lips slightly away so that they barely
touched mine, she said, "Here I am making you feel bad, and it
wasn't your fault at all. I just wanted you to know that my
feelings toward you are just like the ones you have for me."
Her lips curved into a smile and she continued, "You DO have to
make up for it, though. You have to do everything to me that
you did to Barbie. Then you have to do more. I want you to do
MORE to me than you did to Barbie. Daddy, I want us to do
EVERYTHING. We've got a whole weekend, and you have to show
and do everything to me."
I could hardly believe this was my little girl Candy telling me
this. Pure, unadulterated lust flowed through me, and I felt hot
all over. I growled deep in my throat and pushed her onto her
back. Shifting up, I leaned down across her and put my chest
down and crushed it against the firmness of her breasts. "Yes,
baby, yes," I muttered. "We'll do everything. When we get
through, there won't be anything we haven't done. I'm going to
love you like I've never loved anyone before." Putting my mouth
against hers, I drove my tongue into the warmth and wetness of
her mouth. I used it wildly, its thrusts mirroring the heights
of passion Candy's words had driven me to. She wrapped an arm
around my back and pulled me even closer, growling in her throat
as I had done. I shivered in anticipation of the weekend ahead
of us--two whole days of nothing but loving.
As we kissed, I put a hand on her breasts. I stroked lightly
across their undercurves and then moved up to their areolas.
Alternating between them, I drew little circles around the
nipples, lightly tracing my fingertips on the crinkly dark
ovals crowning their fullness. She arched her back up toward
my hand and murmured a soft "ummnnn" into my mouth. I touched
the nipples, just brushing my fingers across them. She
muttered an "Ahh" and arched her back even higher. Taking her
breasts one at a time, I squeezed them and kneaded them gently,
brushing my palm across the nipples as I did so. Her back was
now several inches off the bed as she arched it up and offered
her breasts for my caresses.
As much as I enjoyed touching her breasts, I was even more
drawn to the area below. I remembered how wet and pink her
furrow had been when she removed her pajama bottoms, and I
longed to touch her there, to put my fingers into that cleft of
womanhood she had revealed to me. Taking my hand away from her
breasts, I slowly moved it down her front. When I came to the
little indentation of her navel, I drew a little circle around
it with my fingertips, just brushing lightly and teasingly.
Leaving her little belly-button, I moved lower. With just the
tips of my fingers, I drew a line down the little roundedness
of her belly, down to where her temple of Venus was hidden
away. She gasped at the touch and shivered, the muscles of her
stomach tensing up in anticipation of my hand reaching its
goal. As my fingers moved into the forest of her black pubic
hair, Candy bent her legs at the knees and drew her feet up.
When I at last found her hidden furrow, she moved her knees
apart and opened herself up to fully receive my invading hand.
After my hand found its goal, I moved two fingers into the
channel. Her labial lips were swollen, filled by her arousal.
Using two fingers, I stroked the inside of one from near the
bottom up to the top, to where it joined the other. As I
stroked slowly upward, my fingers came to her clitoris. It was
huge--far larger than any I had ever encountered before, like a
hard acorn centered in her furrow, forcing the lips to gape open
around it. Candy jerked her hips and gasped as my fingers
barely brushed against its sensitivity. Using the same two
fingers, I traced down the other puffed-out lip and followed it
back down to where it widened out. The whole area between her
legs was slick and creamy, coated with the evidence of her
newly revealed passion. I was amazed at how aroused she was.
Realizing that I had lived with this little nymph for nineteen
years and had never seen evidence of her feelings for me nor
recognized the depths of her sensuality filled me with a sense
of wonder.
Dipping my fingers into the wide area of her vulva, I found the
entrance to her tunnel. I traced my finger around the opening,
toying with its edges, and then slipped a finger tip into the
recess. Her hips moved up against my probing finger and her
tongue went wild in my mouth. I continued my probing until
almost half my finger was inserted into her. Her hips undu-
lated against my hand as her pussy sought to imitate the fuck
it was longing to receive. Responding to my touches, she was
soon panting into my mouth, barely able to sustain our kiss.
I twisted my finger in slow gyrations, stretching and
teasing the tight entrance to her vagina. Reacting to the
motions, she squirmed her hips in counter circles, and my hand
was soon slick with her juices, almost as if it had been bathed
in her girl flow. Finally having my hand where it had been in
so many of my fantasies made my blood race. My cock throbbed
against her side, pulsing as if it had a life of its own, eager
to replace my finger and delve into Candy's tight, hot inner
body.
I slowly extracted my finger from within Candy and let it trace
a path right up the center of her wet furrow. Just touching
lightly, I slowly moved it up to where it came against her
swollen, bulging clitoris. Moving my finger tip on top of the
hard little knob, I caressed it with just the gentlest of
strokes. Its hood was pulled back, allowing full access to its
firm, sensitive flesh. Candy murmured, "Oh, God," saying the
words right into my mouth. Her hips began to jerk and twist,
and she shoved them against my hand, pressing herself hard
against me. Suddenly, her stomach started shuddering in little
spasms and her knees jerked together, clamping my hand between
them.
Still able to move my finger, I continued the soft strokes of
Candy's swollen, exposed clitoris. She flung an arm across my
shoulder and dug her fingers into my back, moaning into my
mouth. Unable to bear the escalation of pleasure any longer,
she dropped both arms by her sides, and using them and her feet
for leverage, thrust her hips up, arching her back a full foot
off the bed. The small shudders that had shaken her belly
before increased in their intensity and her hips were soon
jerking and twisting. Pulling her mouth from mine, she moved
her head to the side and moaned, "Ohhh, God, Daddy." I could
feel the hand next to me clutch the sheet as she balled it up
into a fist. Suddenly she went rigid, the muscles of her
stomach and thighs straining and hard. She moved her head from
side to side and muttered, "Ahh, Ahh." Then she arched her head
back, straining it against the pillow, and screamed,
"Dadddieee! Ooohhhh, God, Daddiiee!"
The whole insides of her legs convulsed against my hand and
spasms undulated up and down her furrow, moving against my
finger in wave after wave. They continued like this for at
least thirty seconds before gradually decreasing. She was
moaning continuously, a soft crooning sound of rapture.
Slowly, the spasms became less intense and she gradually
relaxed, the muscles in her thighs and stomach softening.
Her legs moved apart, releasing my hand from their grasp. Her
hips slowly descended until her back once again was on the bed.
Still breathing hard, she whispered, "I came Daddy. Oh, God, I
just came and came and came. I've longed for this so much that
I knew all it would take was one touch between my legs and I'd
be gone. Ohhh, Daddy, that was sooo good. That's the best
it's ever been for me."
"Later on, it will get even better," I said.
"I'll die if it does. I don't think I can bear anything
better."
"You will, baby, you will. And it will only get better, sweet-
heart. Better and better."
Candy's hand was right next to where my cock touched her side.
She moved it to where her fingers came into contact with my
shaft and lightly stroked them up and down its length,
spreading the wetness of my pre-come over its surface.
Wrapping her fingers around my cock, she whispered, "How about
now? Can we start right now? I want you to feel what I just
felt. I tell from how hard you are that you're ready." She
gave my shaft a hard squeeze and continued, "Daddy, let's fuck
now. I want to feel this up inside me, deep inside me. I
want to feel you when you come. I want you to come long and
hard just like I did."
"Yes, baby, if you're ready for it, we'll do it right now. But
remember, with this being your first time, it might hurt a
little. I'll try to be as gentle as possible, but sometimes
nothing can prevent a girl from experiencing some pain the
first time. It usually doesn't last long, though--the pleasure
soon drives the pain away."
"I know I told you I was a virgin, and that's so--I've never
fucked before. But one time when I was listening to you and
Momma I got pretty carried away and pushed my fingers in real
deep. I felt something tear, and it hurt a little. I even
found a little blood on me the next morning. Since I did that
back then, it may not hurt this time."
My mind formed a mental picture of her playing with herself in
bed, getting so aroused that she deflowered herself, and my
cock jerked in response to the image. I was finding out more
and more about my daughter that I hadn't even suspected. More
and more I was finding how sexual she was, how passion had ran
just below her surface, unrevealed until now. She wasn't any
longer my little girl--she was a passionate, fully matured
female, ready and eager for me to bring her sexuality to
complete fruition. Even though I was in one way disappointed
that it wouldn't be me who ridded her of her maidenhead, I was
relieved that I wouldn't have to bring her the pain of
defloweration.
"It sounds like you took care of your maidenhead then. You're
right, it probably won't hurt now. Still, though, let's not
take any chances. We'll do it the way that a virgin should do
it the first time, with you on top."
Candy smiled a soft smile and said, "Like I saw you and Momma
doing it? Just like I dreamed about? Oh, yes, let's do it like
that. It will be like it was when I went back to bed and
pretended, only it will be real this time. This time I really
will have you inside me." She squirmed her hips around, and
with excitement showing in her voice, said, "Oh, God, let's do
it right now. Just thinking about it sends shivers through
me." She took my hand and moved it down to her vee, pressing
it into her wet flesh. "Feel how wet I am. Just feel how
ready I am."
I could hardly believe the sheer wantonness of that action.
She had just finished a shuddering orgasm and now she was
asking for more--asking me, no, almost begging me, to fuck her.
Her passion was far greater than I could have fantasized about
even in my wildest of fantasy and I trembled in lust, trembled
with an overpowering desire to give her what she wanted: to
have my cock buried to its base in her young body.
I turned over on my back, my cock thrusting up erect and
quivering from my groin. I looked down at it and its head was
inflamed, a dark plum color. It was wet, too, the flow of my
pre-come dribbling down and drenching it. I touched Candy and
said, "Get up over me. Straddle me so that you can lower
yourself down on me."
Candy did as I said, putting her knees on each side of my hips,
her vee just above my straining cock. Her furrow gaped open,
and her swatch of hair was wet, clinging to her pubis in little
curls. I reached down and held my cock still, pointing it
right up to the entrance to Candy's vagina. "Now, baby, lower
yourself down on me. Do it real slow and easy. Take just as
much as you comfortably can. If it starts to hurt, just stop
and let the pain pass. This way, you're in control. You get
to set the pace."
With a frown of concentration on her face, Candy lowered her hips
until my cock made contact with her wet furrow. She squirmed,
positioning herself until the head of my cock nudged into the
recess of her sheath. Tilting her head back slightly, she closed
her eyes and slowly lowered herself onto my hardness, engulfing
it in her hot, wet flesh.
Although she was incredibly tight, the combination of her lub-
rication and my pre-come facilitated penetration. One inch of
my cock disappeared and then another. Candy let out her breath
and then lowered herself until her pussy had swallowed about
half my shaft. The walls of her tunnel pressed tightly around
its hard invader and created some of the most pleasurable sen-
sations I could recall. I had thought my first journey into
Barbie's pussy was one of my most memorable experiences, but it
paled in comparison to the pleasure that now rushed through my
body.
Thus far, other than feeling my cock force the walls of her
tunnel apart, there been no obstruction, no obstacles to my
journey into the depths of Candy's body. Her maidenhead no
longer existed. It looked like we would be free to continue
without the inconvenience of even momentary pain. She still
had her eyes closed, though, and the slight frown was still on
her face. "You okay, sweetheart?" I asked. "Is it hurting
any?"
She opened her eyes and smiled. "No...it doesn't hurt. It's
just a strange, new feeling--like my whole belly is filling
up." She leaned forward, putting her hands by my side, and
forced more of her pussy down over my cock. "My belly is
filling up with my Daddy's cock," she murmured, almost to
herself. Then, with a grunt and a sudden downward thrust of
her hips, she impaled herself on the remaining portion of my
cock. At last, I was all the way in her, my cock buried
completely in Candy's teenage pussy. Having accomplished her
goal, she leaned down, letting her breasts brush across my
chest, and whispered, "Ah, all of it. All of Daddy's
cock...all the way inside me." Thank goodness she stayed still.
If she had moved even an inch, I would have filled her pussy
right then and there with my come. Finally achieving my desire
to make love with Candy was so arousing that it would have
taken little more to send me beyond my already stretched-to-
the-limit control.
For long moments, we remained motionless like that--pubic hair
intermeshed and pubic bones pressed together. Even without
motion, it was pure, unabated pleasure. The warmth and
moisture of her vagina pressing in on all portions of my cock
felt so good I would have gladly remained like that for hours,
just savoring the pleasure, enjoying the contact of our sexual
flesh. Eventually, though, Candy lifted herself until her
torso was erect above me. Using her knees and thighs, she
raised herself about an inch, withdrawing the sheath of her
vagina from off my cock by that amount. Then, reversing the
motion, she once again came down, taking all my cock back inside
her warm confines. As she hit bottom, she squirmed herself
against the hardness of my pubis, grinding her clitoris on it.
"Ohhh, yes," she muttered. She repeated the action one more
time, bringing the hard nubbin of her clitoris into even harder
contact with the base of my cock. Then, holding still, she
looked down at me and said, "I did it, Daddy. Just like in my
dreams, I got all my Daddy's cock up into my belly." She
lifted herself even higher than before, and then thrust down
hard on me. "Daddy, we're fucking. We're finally, finally
fucking!"
Using just a little rocking motion, Candy moved back and forth,
moving her pussy up and down my cock in little short strokes.
Right above me, her breasts jiggled from the motion. If
nothing else had indicated the extent of her arousal, her
breasts would have. The nipples were fully erect and jutting
straight out. Even the areolas around them were swollen and
puffed out, their crinkles gone. Unable to resist them, I put
my hands up and made love to those firm, magnificent globes.
She put her hands on top of mine and pressed them into her
flesh, pressing them deeply into the pillows of her femininity.
Gradually, Candy increased her tempo, bouncing up and down at a
faster pace. As she did, the up-and-down strokes became longer,
and my pleasure climbed to meet hers. I felt shudders and
little contractions of pleasure grasp her pussy, causing it to
squeeze down on my cock. I knew from that that she was having
a series of mini-orgasms that would intensify until they
combined into one big one. She murmured her pleasure each time
a contraction hit and moaned in joy from the feeling.
Candy took my hands away from her breasts and then leaned down
to where our faces were only inches apart. "I'm fucking you,
Daddy. How do you like it? Did Barbie do this to you?"
"No, sweetheart, Barbie and I didn't do it like this. This is
just for you and me."
"Good," she said, putting her mouth on mine and driving her
tongue into my mouth.
Candy stretched herself so that she now lay on top of me in the
classic missionary position. She moved her pussy up and down
on my shaft, using long strokes. Combined with them, she
gyrated her hips in circles, twisting her pussy around my cock
with each of her strokes. The motions were working their spell
on me, but they were affected her even more. Her mini-orgasms
were almost continuous now and her juices were flowing out and
covering my balls and running down the crack of my ass. We
were making a marvelous wet spot.
I reached down and caressed the smooth skin of her buttocks. I
could feel their muscles clench up each time she thrust down
and then feel them rise on each of her up strokes. Her stomach
muscles pressed against mine and the shudders and contractions
that moved through them transferred to mine. I spread my legs
apart and lifted them, wrapping them around her waist. Using
them for leverage, I started reciprocating her thrusts, driving
upward to meet each of her downward thrusts. We were soon
panting into each other's mouths, climbing the ascent toward
orgasm at a breakneck speed.
Candy started softly muttering, "Oh, God...Oh, God...Oh, God,"
gradually increasing the pace of her hip motions. Suddenly,
she pulled her face away of mine and threw her head back with
eyes closed. "Oh, God, Daddy!" The little shudders and
contractions that she had had earlier now became hard
convulsions, shaking her and causing her whole pelvis to
tremble. Using my legs, I pulled her groin hard against mine
and ground my pubic bone into her clitoris. She collapsed
against me, her breasts crushed against my chest, and shook and
panted as her orgasm took control of her, shaking her with its
ecstasy.
Gradually, her shudders lessened and she relaxed against me,
totally spent from the intensity of the orgasm. She lifted her
up and softly said, "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, sweetheart," I answered.
"You didn't come, did you?" she asked.
"Not yet. But I'm not far from it."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy. I told you I wanted you to have
the same kind of pleasure I had, and all I did was have it all
over again and leave you high and dry."
I chuckled and said, "Who said I was through?"
She grinned and said, "Not me."
I lifted Candy from off me and turned her on her back. Getting
on my knees, I moved up between her legs. I took hold of each
of her legs and spread them wide apart, lifting them up with
knees bent so they formed a saddle for me. Then I moved a
pillow to her hips and lifted her so I could put it under them.
Now she was ready for me. My cock throbbed in anticipation of
entry into the wide-open pussy that lay before it, just inches
away. Now I was ready to show her some REAL fucking, ready to
show her how a cock and pussy were really supposed to fit
together. Candy watched me throughout all this, silent, eyes
wide.
Grasping my cock by the base, I ran its head up and down her
furrow, concentrating on her clitoris. Then I guided it down
to her tunnel, still open from her fucking me, and nudged it
into her. Thrusting my hips forward slowly, I pushed my cock
into Candy's body. Soon, it was down to where its base was
pushed firmly into the wet, pink flesh of her furrow. I pulled
it out and then thrust it back in, hard and fast. Since she
had already come, I didn't have to have any concern about her
being satisfied--it was my time now, time for me to fully enjoy
the pleasure of her body, to live out the fantasy of fucking
the young, hot body of my little girl.
I lifted both of Candy's legs up, spreading the vee of her
vulva wide, exposing all the wet flesh of her furrow. I could
see where my cock entered into her, and I shoved hard, watching
it as it drove in until my belly thrust into her wetness. I
pulled out until just the head was left inside her and thrust
in again, pushing as hard as I could. Stretching my legs out
below me, I put my hands along side her shoulders and started
pistoning in and out as hard and fast as I could go. Candy
spread her legs out all the way and put them over mine, her
ankles locked across my calves. As I came down on my thrusts,
she raised her hips up with a thrust of her own. Her eyes were
even wider now, and she grunted, "Oh, God, Daddy!"
"Is this hurting you, baby?" I asked.
"Hurting? Oh, God, no! It's just so good, it's almost
unbelievable." As she hunched her hips up to meet me, she
murmured, "Ummmnnnn." She reached up and grasped my shoulders
with her hands and said, "Oh, I love it this way. I love it hard
and fast." She moved her legs from my calves and wrapped them
around my hips, and hunching her hips up toward me, muttered,
"Ooooh, I'm going to come AGAIN! Oh, God, Daddy, DO IT! Do it
hard...HARD!"
Putting my hands under her hips, I continued to drive my cock
in and out of her clutching, clenching hot tunnel. "Yeah,
baby, hard, hard," I murmured. I could feel my orgasm
building to a crescendo. I had waited so long to finally make
love to Candy that it had built up to one of the highest peaks
of my life. The way her hot flesh clutched against mine, the
slippery friction of oily flesh rubbing against oily flesh, was
taking me beyond any point of control. I was panting like a
runner doing a marathon and the pressure of my semen was a
volcano ready to erupt. I felt her pussy tighten down on my
cock and the muscles of her belly tighten. Her buttocks
clenched in my hands, drawing up into little knots. In a half-
moan, half-cry, she screamed, "Ohhhhhh, Daddy! Ohhhhh, oh, oh,
oooooooohhhhhh!" She opened her eyes and moaned, "Oh, God,
come now. Come with me. Come with your little girl."
Hearing her words and feeling her body writhe in my grasp was
too much for me. I had already been on the edge of orgasm, and
her actions pushed me over the crest. I drove my cock in, as
deep as I could get it, and held it there. My buttocks now
clenched just as hers were doing and my cock contracted. Then,
almost like a cannon shot, a jet of come spurted out of my cock
into the depths of her flesh. Candy felt it and shoved her
hips up even tighter to me. She put a hand behind my head and
brought mouth to wide open mouth. With both our mouths open
and seeking, we kissed, our tongues stroking and caressing the
other's.
Gush after gush spurted from my cock. It filled her pussy and
spread over my cock and coated it with warm slipperiness.
Candy's hips pushed up hard up against me, her pussy pressed
against the base of my cock, jerking against me with little
stabbing motions. The flow of my sperm had intensified her
orgasm and we were both at the peak of our rapture, writhing in
ecstasy.
I pulled my cock out and then drove it back in again, and Candy
murmured her approval. As I pushed in, I felt my sperm gush
out and cover both of us. It dripped down on my balls and I
knew that a whole stream had to be flowing down between her
legs and drenching the bed. It had to be the wettest fuck I
had ever had, and I loved the wetness.
Our peaks passed slowly, gradually ebbing away into just little
tremors and sighs. The wild abandon of our kiss changed into
a gentle tenderness. Oh, God," I thought, "I've just fucked my
own daughter, my little girl, the person I love most in this
world." She moved slightly, restirring the pleasure. "And it
was the best fuck I've ever had."
I pulled my lips away from hers slightly and she said, "Ummnnn,
God, Daddy. That was incredible." She hunched her hips up to
mine, pressing her sperm coated pussy against me and with a big
smile said, "You were right. Now I know what REAL fucking is."
She hunched her hips up and said, "It even still feels good,
doesn't it?" Not waiting for an answer, she pulled my mouth back
down to hers for a slow, languid kiss.
She was right--it did still feel good. Even though my cock had
lost a little of its rigidity, it was still firm, filling the
entire cavity of her pussy. The fact that it was Candy under
me, her pussy holding my cock in its warm grasp, played games
with my libido, keeping me hard despite my having one of the
most intense orgasms of my life. I pulled my cock out and
shoved it back, testing myself. Yes, it WAS still good. I felt
like I could go on forever. Go on forever with Candy.
She felt my stroke and shoved against it, murmuring into my
mouth. Her hand stroked the back of my neck, a caress
reflecting her feelings toward me. Now we were more than
father and daughter, our love had a new dimension, a new depth
and breadth. She broke our kiss, licking my lips in the
process, and whispered, "Are you going to fuck me again, right
now?"
"Do you want me to?"
"YES! Oh, God, yes. Can you?"
I pulled my cock out and shoved it back in, saying, "What does
than tell you?"
Candy grinned and said, "That tells me that my Daddy is about to
fuck his little girl again." She pulled her pussy down,
letting my cock slip out a little, and then shoved back up,
taking it back inside. "Yes, Daddy, do it again. Let's do it
over and over again, until we can't do it anymore."
I pulled out and got up on my knees, saying, "Let's use another
position. This time let's play like we're boy dog and girl
dog."
Candy grinned, immediately catching on, and got up on her hands
and knees, her beautiful ass turned toward me. She turned her
head back toward me and smiling, said, "Is this right, Daddy?"
Was it right? With that sweet little ass stuck up in the air
for me, it was more than right--it was perfect. Her whole
bottom was wet from where my come had run down between her
legs, and the furrow of her pussy was overflowing from come
still oozing out her pussy. Seeing her like that brought all
the rigidity back to my cock, and my lust that had declined
slightly after my orgasm returned in full force. My cock
quivered in anticipation of getting back inside of the hot
sexual flesh presented in open invitation before me. I groaned
and thrust my shaft up between her legs, pushing it into the
wetness of her furrow, seeking Candy's hot, come-dripping hole.
Running my cock up and down the channel, I found the opening to
her sheath and pushed it in, thrusting my hips forward slowly.
My belly at last made contact with her buttocks, making a wet
sound. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her in even
closer to me, swinging my balls up to where they made contact
with her clitoris. I pulled out and then thrust in hard,
forcing her hips forward. She folded her arms and laid her
head on them so as to steady her ass for my attack. Turning
her head back to me, she said, "I like it this way. You go in
so deep...deeper than ever before. I can feel your cock going
way up inside me." She squirmed her slick buttocks against me
and murmured, "Ummnnnn, it feels so good this way."
Even though Candy's pussy was still tight, my cock had opened
it up considerably. That, coupled with way my previous deposit
of sperm increased her lubrication, allowed me to really ram
her. From that position, I didn't have to worry about
crushing her, and I allowed my lust full play. Gripping her
hips, I held her in place and drove in and out of her like a
piledriver. Each of my thrusts moved her forward, driving her
head into the pillow. She was my lust toy, and I used her body
to give me the utmost pleasure possible. With each of my
thrusts I muttered, "Yes, baby, deep...oh, sweet pussy...ummm,
sweet little girl pussy...oh, God, baby, good, good, good."
I wasn't the only one getting pleasure from my pistoning
thrusts. Each time I thrust against Candy, she grunted and
pushed back hard against me. The cheeks of her ass spread
apart and her buttocks flattened against my belly each time I
drove into her. As I pulled out, the entrance to her pussy
stretched out, clasping my cock as if reluctant to lose
contact. We became one creature, fused together in a sphere of
pure pleasure. We moaned and muttered our pleasure, inarticulate
sounds of lust being completely and fully satisfied.
Leaning across Candy's back, I put my hands under her and
caressed her hanging breasts, kneading the firm projections and
rubbing across the firm nipples. She moved her shoulders up
slightly, giving me more room to play with her sensitive
nipples. After giving them sufficient attention, I moved my
hands lower, down to her drenched sexual area. Using the
fingers of both hands, I thoroughly explored the top portion of
her wet channel. I felt it widen with each of my thrusts and
then come back together as I withdrew. Two of my fingers found
her clitoris and rubbed it while the others caressed the inner
portions of her labial lips. Feeling her wetness, feeling it
as it soaked my hands, served only to intensify the eroticism
of the contact. She squirmed her ass and tried to move her
legs together as my fingers strummed across her love button.
My uninhibited onslaught of her pussy became too much for me and
I felt my orgasm surging to its breaking point. The contact of
my fingers on her clitoris coupled with the way I see-sawed my
cock in and out her was bringing Candy to the same point. Her
whole ass quivered and shivers run through her firm little belly.
Her moans were continuous as she responded to the multiple
stimulation. She bucked up hard against me and shouted, "Oh,
God, I'm coming again!" Shudders ran through her body and she
collapsed flat, my hands pinned under her, still playing drum
beats on her clitoris. I went down with her, continuing to
piston my cock in and out with hard, fast strokes.
Candy worked her hips up and down, first pushing her clitoris
against my fingers and then pushing her pussy against my cock.
Each of us was lost in rapture, orgasm sweeping over us in ever
higher waves. Hers came on first and she shook under me,
shaking her ass in circles, and moaning, "Oh, God...Oh, God."
The whole internal portion of her pussy convulsed and jerked,
grasping my cock and contracting around it. Even with that
restriction, I still managed to drive in and out, as deep as I
could go. The combination of her belly convulsing against my
hands, the shudder of her furrow against my fingers, and the
clutch of her trembling pussy flesh against my cock proved to
be the final ignition, though, and I joined her in orgasm,
jetting shot after shot of sperm into her already filled pussy.
My eyes clouded over, my vision becoming blurred, and I
collapsed on top of Candy, barely able to support myself with
my arms to keep from crushing her under my weight. It had been
the most intense, most satisfying orgasm of my life, and I was
totally spent. Each spurt of sperm weakened me, relaxing me.
When I finally stopped coming, I was limp, completely used
up.
We lay there for long moments, gasping, trying to catch our
breaths. My cock, now completely satisfied, slowly shrunk and
then pulled out of Candy's pussy, dribbling even more come over
her. I had come so much that it was leaking out of her pussy,
each of her tremors making more pour out. The stream flowed
down over my cock and balls and her pussy, and a pool of semen
formed under us. Gradually, I came to my senses, my vision
returning, and lifted myself and lay down beside her. Her face
was turned toward mine, and she smiled softly. Without
actually speaking, her lips formed the words, "Thank you,
Daddy. I love you." Uncaring about our sleeping in the result
of our orgasm, I reached down and pulled the covers over us.
Candy went to sleep immediately and I soon followed.
* * * *
The next morning I waked up to the delicious smell of fresh
coffee and bacon frying. I picked up my wrinkled robe from the
floor and put it on. Following the smell of breakfast, I went
into the kitchen. Candy was standing there in her robe,
cooking breakfast for us. The back of her hair was still damp,
so I knew she had taken a shower. Turning toward me, she said,
"Well, good morning, sunshine. I'm fixing us some breakfast."
She grinned and continued, "I figured we need some nourishment
after last night. Why don't you get your shower while I
finish. Breakfast ought to just about be ready by the time
you're through."
Following her suggestion, I went into the bathroom and quickly
shaved and showered. While showering, I recalled the events of
the previous evening. It had been a evening of the most
exciting love-making of my life and my cock sprung up in full
erection as I remembered what Candy and I had done. Candy
might be my daughter, but she was also a passionate woman with
a large capacity for love. After forcing myself to think of
other things, I got my erection down to a semi-hard and put on
my robe and went back into the kitchen.
Candy had breakfast on the table and we sat down and ate.
Candy didn't say anything, but the looks she gave me were warm
and filled with excitement. She conveyed with her eyes that last
night hadn't been enough, that she wanted more. She had said we
had the whole weekend, and it appeared that she meant it. My
cock slowly came fully erect as I considered the prospect.
Candy carried her dishes and put them in the sink and I did the
same. Standing there at the sink, her robe tied tightly about
her, the full perfection of her form showed through the thin
fabric. I embraced her from the back, running my hands around
to her front and cupping her breasts. "Baby," I whispered into
her ear, "last night was the best thing that's happened to me in
my entire life."
She turned around to me and said, "Me, too, Daddy. It was even
better for me." She put her mouth to mine and kissed me
lightly, just brushing her tongue across my lower lip. She
moved her mouth from mine and said, "Thank you for last night."
Stepping away from me to the center of the kitchen, Candy
grinned at me and said, "Guess what I've got on under my robe."
"I couldn't even begin to guess," I answered.
Candy laughed and said, "Nothing. There's nothing under here
except your little Candy. Interested?"
Interested? God, I lusted after her with a lust that seeming
to have no limit. Nine-thirty in the morning, after an evening
of love-making that included some of the most intense orgasms
of my life, and my cock was standing rigidly away from my body,
pushing my robe out in a bulge. It was Candy doing that to me.
I just couldn't seem to get enough of her. I looked down at
the bulge in the front of my robe and said, "What do you
think?"
"How about a date, then? Why don't we meet in my bedroom in...
let's see...three seconds?" She laughed and ran down the hall,
looking back over her shoulder at me with a look that was as
lustful as the one I'm sure I was giving her.
As soon as we got into her room, we were all over each other,
each one trying to the get the robe off the other. In seconds,
our robes were on the floor and we were standing naked, tremb-
ling with desire. Candy moved up against me and put her arms
around me, holding me close. "God, Daddy, I think I'm turning
into a nymphomaniac. All I can think about is making love with
you. All I want is for us to make love, to fuck for twenty-
four hours a day. I just can't seem to get enough of you."
"God, baby, you too? I thought it was just me. You affect me
exactly the same way. No one has ever done that to me before.
Just you."
Candy pushed her groin against my hard cock and whispered,
"Then why are we wasting time?"
In answer, I stepped toward the bed, pushing Candy in lock-step
with me. When the back of her knees hit the bed, she fell down
on it, laughing. Even though she was laughing at the awkward
dance we had just performed, her eyes looking up at me
showed smoky desire, hunger for more of what we had done last
night. What I saw in her eyes inflamed my desires and whetted
my hunger even more.
With her legs spread as they were, the furrow of her pussy was
open, with pink, moist flesh showing. It looked delicious and
I had to taste it. I knelt at her feet and spread her legs
even farther apart, spreading her labia up so that her wet furrow
gaped even wider. Extending my tongue, I licked a circle
around her navel and then traced a line down to the dark forest
of her pubic fur. I curled my tongue into a tube and, using it
like a finger, moved it downward, parting a path through the
pubic tresses. When it came to the top of her furrow, I probed
down into it, brushing my tongue lightly across the firm button
of Candy's little man in the boat. Candy gasped and thrust her
hips up to me, pushing her hot vulva against my mouth. "Ohhh,
Daddy!" she murmured. "Oh, God, I was hoping you would do
this. Barbie told me about your doing it to her, and I nearly
came in my panties from hearing her tell how good it was."
Candy's words excited me even more and I put my whole mouth
into her furrow and licked and slurped up and down, trying to
reach every part of it. I put my hands under her buttocks and
lifted her up so that I could get to her better. As I moved
down to the lower portion of the gash, I spread her cheeks
apart and probed my tongue even lower. I could see the little
crinkled rosebud nestled in the cleft between her cheeks and I
drove my tongue down to it and licked and caressed it. She
squirmed her hips in response and said, "Oh, Daddy, that's
nasty!" I spread her cheeks apart even wider and rimmed her
harder, probing the tip of my tongue down into the midst of the
little wrinkles. She moved her hips from side to side and
said, "Oh, God, nasty...so dirty...ummnnnn...oohh...yes...
good. Oooooohhhh, I love it!"
I replaced my tongue with a finger tip, using it to rub and
gently caress Candy's little nether hole. Running my tongue
from there upwards, I came to the opening into her tight love
tunnel. She had become completely aroused now, and cream was
flowing out and covering all her tender vaginal furrow. I put
my mouth right on top of her opening and spread my lips wide,
stretching her vagina wider. I sucked on it, drawing out more
of her cream, and then plunged my tongue in as far as I could
extend it. I twisted it around and around, moving it on the
vaginal walls and caressing her interior. Rolling it up into a
hard little tube, I plunged my tongue in and out, giving her a
miniature version of intercourse. That action coupled with the
way my finger played with her little asshole soon had her
breathing fast and moving her hips up and down.
I withdrew my tongue and replaced it with the thumb of the
hand that was caressing her asshole. Keeping that hand in
motion, moving both my finger tip and thumb around and in her
two lower orifices, I moved my mouth up and placed it over her
clitoris. As my tongue came out and laved her swollen
clitoris, she gasped and jerked her hips up to my mouth. I
sucked the little nubbin between my lips, and holding it like
that, strummed my tongue over and across the exposed surface of
her hard pleasure knot. She put both her hands on my head and
pressed my face in closer to her, moaning and muttering,
"Ohhhh, yessss...do it...suck me...yeesssss...oooooohhhhhh...I
love it...oh, I love it!"
Candy was soon rocking back and forth on her elbows, moving her
hips against mine in little short thrusts. I followed each of
her motions, never once losing my contact with her clitoris. I
felt trembles and shudders in her thighs, and her clitoris
started little jerking movements between my lips. Suddenly,
her vagina clamped down on my thumb and squeezed hard. Her
buttocks clenched, the muscles in them becoming hard knots, and
she screamed, "Coming! Oh, God, I'm commiinng, commmiinnggg!"
I kept licking her clitoris, carrying her all the way through
her orgasm. After a while, she jerked her hips away from my
mouth and whispered, "Please, no more."
I took my mouth away from her and sat up straight, wanting to
see her in the full aftermath of orgasm. She had her eyes
closed, and lay there trembling, a flush across her face and
a red blush covering her breasts and the area between them.
Cream was flowing from her pussy and moving in a little stream
down her furrow to the cleft between her cheeks. She had come
hard and was still breathing fast, slowly recovering from the
intense pleasure of her clitoral orgasm.
I moved up and sat on the bed beside her and stroked her hair,
softly and tenderly, as she relaxed and came down from the high
she had just experienced. After a little while, she stopped
her labored breathing and opened her eyes, looking up at me.
She reached out a hand and put in on my thigh, saying, "God,
Daddy, that was the first time anyone has ever done that to me.
I see what Barbie was talking about--it's good--really, really
good." She smiled and said, "Oooohh, WAS it good! I don't know
which I like best, that way, or the natural way. I'm glad we can
do both. That way I'm not forced to make a choice."
Candy sat up on the bed beside me, her hand still on my thigh,
and said, "Now, dear Daddy, it's your turn. Daddy's little
girl is going to do you like you did her." Reaching out her
hand, she wrapped it around my cock and slowly jacked it up and
down, spreading my pre-come over its entire length. Then,
without letting loose of my cock, she knelt down in front of me
and engulfed half my cock into her mouth. Clamping her lips
tight around my shaft, she applied suction and used her tongue
on the sensitive head and glans. Reacting to her sudden
onslaught of pleasure, I sucked in my breath and jerked my hips
up to her mouth.
From the way she went after my cock, it was obvious that Candy
had natural oral tendencies. She sucked and slurped on it,
moving it in and out her mouth just as though she were using it
as a substitute pussy. I had gotten so aroused from eating
her, from seeing the rapture of her orgasm, that I was soon
trembling and moaning from the intense pleasure she was giving
me. "Oh, God, baby, that's good. Ummnnnn, I'm getting close,
close." If anything, she intensified her efforts, taking even
more of my cock into her mouth and slurping and licking it with
even more force. "Oh, Baby, you'd better stop. If you don't
stop, I'm going to come, come right in your mouth." She looked
up at me, her eyes twinkling, and formed her lips into a smile
around my shaft.
Candy continued to look up at me, a smile still on her lips,
and sucked even harder. She put a hand under my balls and
lightly caressed my scrotum. With rapid motions, she bobbed
her head back and forth, moving my cock in and out of her
mouth. The action of her tongue, the warm wetness of her
mouth, and the movement of her lips up and down my shaft proved
too much, and I thrust my cock toward her hard, driving as much
of it into her mouth as she could take. "Oh, God, baby," I
groaned, shooting a huge spurt of sperm right on top of her
tongue. It was followed by another then another, and Candy
gulped, trying to swallow the thick sperm gushing out of my
cock. Even though she managed to get most of it, some flowed
out over her lower lip and ran in little streams out each
corner of her mouth. Her chin was soon covered with my flow
and white, thick drops dripped down on the floor. I fell back
on the bed, trembling in the throes of my orgasm, as Candy
continued to suck on my cock and swallow the mouthful of come I
had given her.
After a few moments, I recovered from my orgasm to realize that
Candy was still at work on my cock, licking it and sucking
lightly on it. Responding to that treatment, it stayed
completely rigid, fully erect. I sat up and put my hands
alongside her head and gently pulled her mouth from off my
cock. I lifted her up and pulled her alongside on the bed. If
my cock hadn't already been hard, it would have gotten that way
from just looking at her. Her whole mouth was covered with the
white, thick coating of my come, and drops of it still clung to
her chin, hanging down, but not yet falling. She licked her
lips and then, using her fingers, wiped the flow from her chin
and into her mouth. She smiled and said, "This isn't bad at
all. Almost tasteless--kind of like egg whites." Then,
grinning, she said, "In fact, seeing that it's your come, I
have to admit that I kind of like it."
Candy put her hand down to my cock and fondled it, gently
squeezing and rubbing it. Her hand was still wet from my come
and the combined lubrication of my come and her saliva made the
contact very pleasurable. She grinned at me and said, "In case
you're wondering why I'm paying so much attention to your cock,
it's because I'm trying to keep you good and hard. I've got
plans for your hard cock, plans I think you'll like."
I had a hard time imagining anything I could like better than
what she had just done, and my cock swelled in her hand at the
thought of something even better. "What kind of plans do you
have in mind?" I asked.
Without answering, Candy let go my cock and moved up to the
center of the bed. Getting on all fours, she turned her ass to
me and reached down and pulled her cheeks apart. I could see
all of her sweet ass, from the wet opening of her pussy all the
way up to where the cleft blended into her back. She turned
her head toward me and then took a finger and put it on her
little anus. "Did you do Barbie here? Did you fuck her right
here?"
My cock became as rigid as it was possible to be in response to
her question. If I were interpreting her question correctly,
she was going to ask me to fuck her in the ass. I had never
fucked anyone in the ass, not even Candy's mother, and it was
something I had long wanted to do. Now, Candy was going to ask
me to do it. Hot and flushed with excitement and lust, I
answered, "No, we didn't do that."
Candy grinned and said, "Good. Then do it to me. Stick your
cock in here and do me here. That way there won't anything
virgin left about me." She put a hand to her mouth and said,
"This is no longer virgin," and moving the hand down to her
pussy, she added, "And this is no longer virgin for sure." She
pushed a finger tip into her asshole and said, "This is the
only virginity I have left, and I want you to take it, too."
As much as I wanted to fuck Candy in the ass, I wanted to make
sure she knew what she was doing. "It might hurt you some,
Baby," I cautioned her.
"Not if you use K-Y Jelly. One of my girlfriends in school
tells me that she and her boyfriend do it this way all the time
in order to avoid any chance on her getting pregnant. She says
that K-Y Jelly keeps it from hurting. Go look in the right
hand drawer of my bathroom medicine cabinet and you'll find
some."
I went and got the K-Y Jelly and came back into the bedroom.
As I entered I could see that Candy had her hand in her pussy
rubbing her clitoris. She didn't stop her rubbing when she saw
me, and said, "I guess I got a little impatient."
I squirted K-Y Jelly on my cock and completely coated it with
the slippery cream. Getting up on the bed, I squirted a blob
right on top of Candy's little anus, covering it completely.
Then I squeezed some out on my index finger, making sure it was
covered. Working very carefully, I pushed my jelly-covered
finger into her little opening, spreading it open and pushing all
the way in. I rotated my finger, coating all the inside of her
ass, making it slippery. I repeated the action, adding
even more lubrication inside her tight little anal tunnel.
She squirmed and moaned as I performed the preliminary steps,
enjoying having my finger inside her. She looked back at me
and said, "That should be plenty. Now put your cock inside me.
Fuck me in the ass, Daddy. Make me a woman in every way."
My cock jerked in response to her words. She didn't know it,
but she was about to make me a man in every way.
I pushed my cock up against her little opening and pressed into
her. At first it didn't budge at all, just rammed against the
tightness of her opening. Then I felt her relax a little and
the head went all the way in, spreading the tight ring of her
opening around my shaft. I paused, giving her a chance to get
used to having me inside ass, and asked, "You okay, sweetheart?
Still want to go on?"
"Oh, yes. You don't have to stop. It doesn't hurt. It just
feels like I need to go the bathroom real bad. Keep on,
get it all the way in me."
I pushed a little more and then all resistance abruptly
stopped. Once I had the head of my cock past her sphincter, it
went in easily. I continued to push in until my cock was
completely inside her, the wiry hair at the base of my cock
crushed against her buttocks. I had thought her pussy was hot
and tight, but it didn't begin to compare with her ass. It was
incredibly tight and so warm that my cock felt like it was
inside a furnace. The walls of her anus were smooth against my
cock, different from her vagina in ways that couldn't even be
described, but just as pleasure-giving. She tested her
reflexes by contracting the walls around my cock, squeezing
down on it, and a wave of pleasure swept over me. Candy's
mouth and pussy were sheer delights, but her ass was at least
their equal, if not better. "Ooohh, Baby," I said, "you have
to have the sweetest ass in the world."
Candy laid her head down and started rocked her ass to and fro,
pulling my cock out and then pushing it back in. The K-Y Jelly
was working perfectly and my cock was able to move in and out
freely. Matching her motions, I started my own thrusts and
withdrawals. Soon we were moving fast, grinding ourselves
against each other, grunting each time our flesh slapped
together. Leaning down and reaching under her, I put my hands
down to her breasts and fondled them. When I did, she moved
her arms under mine and put her hands in her pussy, gently
rubbing her clitoris in perfect timing with the motions of my
cock as it reamed her sweet, tight ass.
The interior control she had was amazing. Each time I pressed
my phallus completely within her, she squeezed down on it,
pressing the hot, slick tube of her ass around it. The ring of
her sphincter tightened down on it at the same time, and the
effect was a combination of stroking and velvet-like massage of
my whole shaft. The total effect--the action of her ass on my
cock, seeing the rocking and squirming of Candy's perfect,
sweet ass, and the knowledge that we were engaged in the
ultimate act of father-daughter incest--was becoming more than
my already overloaded senses could bear. The sensual pressure
just built and built, escalating to where my sperm was almost
ready to burst out in a hot flood.
I speeded up my strokes, driving into her upturned ass with
long, hard strokes. My breath was ragged, almost a pant, and I
gripped her hips and jerked her toward me with almost brutal
force. "Oh, God, baby! Almost there!" I shouted.
Candy's drove her fingers deep within her pussy, thrusting them
in and out, and I could feel them through the thin membrane
that separated them from my thrusting, rigid shaft. She
muttered, "Yes! Fuck me! Come with me, fill me up with come.
Ohh, God, yes, yes, YES!"
Candy's orgasm came on her and her ass muscles clamped down on
my cock, sending wave after wave of shudders over it. It was
too much, and with a hard contraction, a jet of sperm shot out
my jerking cock, shooting up deep into her belly. She squirmed
her ass hard against my cock and muttered, "Ohhh, I can feel you
coming. I can feel each one of your spurts. Ohh, come, come,
commmeeee...."
Relaxing at last, Candy fell prone, my cock still buried in her
little tunnel. She moaned, her hands still under her moving in
her pussy, still pushed her ass up and down, alternating
pressure between her fingers and my cock. Her motions slowed
gradually, and then she lay still. Her anus was still
completely relaxed, open around my cock, and as my cock lost
its erection, it gradually came out of her opening and fell
between her ass cheeks.
I rolled off her then, laying on my side, and looked at her,
filled with feelings of love and tenderness. Her eyes were
closed and her face relaxed. A little stream of saliva ran out
of one corner of her mouth, and she reached her tongue out and
captured it. Lifting herself, she pulled her arms from
underneath her and turned toward me, opening her eyes.
Reaching out her arm, she put her hand, still wet from being in
her pussy, on my shoulder and pulled her face and against mine
and kissed me. It was a soft, slow, tender kiss, filled with
the languor and relaxation of complete satiation, the afterglow
of orgasm that pleasures and satisfies the entire body.
She broke the kiss and smiled, saying, "Now there's nothing
about me that's nonvirgin. I believe I came harder that way
than the others." Her face became more serious and she said,
"Did you ever do that with Momma?"
"No, sweetheart, that was my first time with anyone."
She clutched me to her and said, "That means in a way I got
your virginity." She smiled and moving her lips to mine, she
whispered, "Oh, Daddy, I like that." Our lips blended together
and we kissed for a long time, each savoring the new
relationship we had.
* * * *
By the time Sunday afternoon came, Candy and I explored every
position, every aspect of sexuality I could think of. By my
count, probably not too reliable, I had eleven orgasms that
weekend. I didn't attempt to estimate how many Candy had,
probably four times that number. Just before she went out to her
car to leave for Austin, she said, "Kiss me good-bye, Daddy.
Do it inside here where people can't see."
We kissed, a deep kiss that wasn't meant for father and
daughter. She broke away and said, "Daddy, I just can't seem
to get enough of you. If I come home next weekend, can we
spend it like we did this one?"
I looked at her and said, "No." She got a surprised, disap-
pointed look on her face, and I laughed and said, "It won't be
like this weekend, it'll be even better. Sweetheart, I can
hardly wait."
She dimpled up and said, "It's a date then--a Daddy and Candy
date."
When she drove off, I was left with a half-hard. I knew that
our relationship couldn't last, that just like Barbie, now that
she was tuned into her sexuality she would quickly find a young
man to meet all her needs. Until then, though, I plan to just
enjoy my good fortune. By the time next weekend comes, my now
half-hard cock will be fully ready, just aching and throbbing to
get back inside my sweet daughter's mouth, pussy, and ass.
The End
1993
-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.
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