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This is a fictionalized story about a father and his daughter, and is
meant solely for the entertainment of mature adults, 18 or older.  It
is COPYRIGHTED, which means that it cannot be duplicated or
distributed without the express permission of the author.
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                            AMANDA
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  My wife Karen and I were going through some rather difficult times
when our only daughter, Amanda, decided to move back in with us.  She
had come to her senses, and moved out of her good-for-nothing
boyfriends apartment.  Naturally, we were elated by this, and welcomed
her back with open arms.  As it turned out, her arrival was a blessing
in disguise.
   Before Amanda moved in, Karen and I were constantly at each other's
throats, fighting over some inconsequential thing.  With every week
bringing something new and different to argue about.  The only good
thing about these persistent battles, was that afterward, we would
reconcile by making love.  Now that Amanda was there, instead of
quarreling, we just avoided each other like the plague, and I was cut
off from the only real enjoyment that we had together.
   To make matters worse, Karen liked to sleep in ultra sheer,
transparent teddy's, or nothing at all.  She would lie there, her more
then abundant charms openly displayed.  Where before it had been a joy
to look at the sensuous curve of her body, or watch her bountiful
breasts rise and fall, with each breath that she took, now it was a
torment.  No longer was I able to reach out and run my hand over her
smooth skin, caressing all those wonderful places that endear women to
men.
   Then one night while I was laying in bed craving that bewitching
body lying next to me, I began to feel an urgent need building within
me.  My cock had swollen to enormous proportions and was straining
against the confines of my shorts.  It was frantically pleading with
me to release the pressure that had built up within it by finding it a
home, preferably in a warm, wet cunt.  With my wife's body off limits
to me, my only alternative was to do it myself.
   Consumed by this thought, yet not wanting to arouse my sleeping
wife, I went to the bathroom to stroke my inflamed shaft.  Although it
was pleasurable, for some unexplained reason, I couldn't get off.  My
mind desperately searched for a solution, then remembering the
magazines that I kept hidden in my den.  Certain that they would help,
I headed there to retrieve them.
   Opening the door, I flicked on the light and started towards their
hiding place.  But the sound of covers being hastily adjusted stopped
me dead in my tracks.  Suddenly, I remembered that my daughter had
taken over my sanctuary.  Without looking at her, I made my
apologizes, and started to leave.
   "Are you and mom still fighting?" Amanda asked, before I could get
very far.
   "Yes darling.  I'm afraid that we are," I replied, continuing to
depart.  I was ashamed at having disturbed her and whatever she was
doing.  After all, I had barged in on her and did not want to
embarrass her further by any drawn-out conversation.
   An awkward silence had fallen over the room by the time my hand
reached for the light switch.  It was then that I heard a faint
humming sound.  Thinking that maybe I had left my computer on, I went
over to the desk to shut it off, but it wasn't on.  Immediately, I
felt my face become flushed as I realized that I had intruded upon
something very private.
   Not thinking, I turned towards her and expressed my regrets for
having infringed upon her privacy.  As our eyes met, I could tell that
she was in a highly aroused state.  My daughter looked at me for a
moment, then lowered her eyes.  I heard her gasp as her gaze rested
upon my still ridged cock, now poking through my shorts.
   Instantly, I dropped my hands and tried to stuff my stiff organ
back into my jockey shorts.  I chided myself for having forgotten that
I had pulled it out earlier, and that it was still hanging exposed.
   "Looks like you're in the same shape that I'm in," Amanda said with
a laugh.  "Maybe we can help each other out."
   I looked ar her, shocked at what I had just heard, and unable to
believe that it had been my daughter who had said those words.  Yet as
I gazed at her beautiful face, I could tell that my mind hadn't been
playing tricks on me.  She was sensuously licking her lush lips, as
her hands flipped back the covers.
   "Hell, Dad, I'm as horny as you are," she said, as her hand slipped
down across her stomach, towards her legs.
   My eyes nearly popped out of my head, and my mouth fell open in
gaping wonder.  My daughter had become a wonder of voluptuousness.
   Amanda's breasts were big and full, with the most beautiful erect
nipples I'd ever seen.  She had the same sinuous curve to her waist
and hips as her mother, though hers seemed to be more attractive and
appealing.  Her long shapely legs, were spread just far enough apart
to give me a glimpse at the tantalizing treasure that lie between
them.  Just the sight of her laying there like that would have
stimulated any man's libido, including mine.
   "These vibrators just don't cut it anymore," she said, spreading
her luscious legs even further apart.  Then she opened her cunt lips
and pulled a glistening dildo out.  "There's nothing like the real
thing to satisfy a girls desires."
   I couldn't help myself.  My eyes were drawn to her delicate,
enticing, cunt lips.  They sparkled from the wetness of her pussy
juice, and yawned sensuously at me, as if they were beckoning me to
them.  As I stared at them, I found it increasingly difficult to
suppress the lustful desires raging within me.
   "Come, Dad.  Fuck me," she said, reaching out with open arms.
   That destroyed all the remaining willpower that was left inside of
me.  I eagerly threw myself down on the bed and crawled up beside her
bewitching body.  She greeted me by wrapping her arms around me and
kissing me passionately.  Her lips were surprisingly soft and
sensitive as the rested on mine.  Then our tongues met and entwined in
s sensuous dance.
   They played together for several minutes, as I felt her heated body
press against mine.  I fought to control my passion, wanting this to
be the most pleasurable experience for the both of us.  Finally I
pulled my mouth from hers, shifted my body, and caressed her erect
nipple, teasing them with my tongue.  It responded by immediately
growing bigger.
   My lips quickly closed around it, sucking it into my mouth and
pulling it taut.  As I feed hungrily on her rosy nipple, I felt a
tremor go through her body and a moan escape her lips.  Her fingers
ran through my hair, gripping the back, and plunging my face deep into
her prodigious breast, stopping me.
   "Oh god, I could feel it in my pussy," she sighed, as I struggled
to come up for air.  "It felt so good that I almost came."
   It was so exciting to have a receptive woman beside me for a
change, that it no longer mattered that she was my daughter.  I only
knew that I had to release the sexual cravings that were trapped
within me, and satisfy its lustful hunger.  Yet I resisted the
temptation to climb on top of her and shove my swollen cock deep into
her waiting pussy.  Before I did that, I was going to feast on this
fabulous body of hers, taking everything that she had to give.
   Placing my mouth back around her astounding nipple, I ravenously
sucked on one, then the other, while my hands massaged her.  As they
stroked every silky smooth part of her body, I began to feel it begin
to quiver.  Soft sighs of pleasure escaped her lips, filling the room
with her words of lustful arousal, and increasing the hunger inside of
me.  Encouraged by her response, I ceased what I was doing and climbed
on top of her.
   Once there, I allowed my mouth to slowly work its way down her
lean, curvaceous body, kissing and licking every exposed inch.  My
lips traveled over her flat stomach, pausing at the dainty depression
of her navel.  There I thrust my tongue into it, like it was a
miniature replica of her cunt, and my tongue was my stiff cock.  After
demonstrating what I had planned for the real thing, I moved down to
nibble the curly hair of her muff.
   The closer I got to her glorious love pit, the more its exquisite
aroma wafted through my nostrils, inviting me to take her.  It took
all the strength that I had to avoid going right to it, and plunging
my tongue into her wet opening.  Instead, I let the moist tip run
leisurely down her inner thigh and back up, as if I had all the time
in the world, drawing near to it, but never touching it, then
switching to the other side to do the same.
   By now my daughter was beside herself, moaning and squirming about
in unbridled passion.  All it took was a single touch of my tongue
against her inflamed, pouting, cunt lips, and she was enveloped in an
orgasm.  My reward was the sweetest cunt juice that I had ever tasted,
and I eagerly thrust my tongue inside to receive more of it.  She
responded by washing my tongue with her delicate elixir, until she had
no more to give.
   I wasn't about the let my daughter off this easily, and took her
clit between my lips and tongue and sucked on it, at first gently,
then harder.  As it rose to attention inside my mouth, I felt her body
shudder with passion and desire.  Spreading her lips further apart, I
licked the sensitive pink lining, occasionally sending my tongue
spearing into her.  Each time that I did, her pussy muscles would
clamp tightly around me, trying to pull me deeper inside.
   Amanda began climaxing, again and again, her groans of ecstasy
filling my ears.  Once more my tongue tasted her delicious dew, as it
passionately drove into her.  When I had finally decided that she had
cum enough, I pulled out and crawled up beside her.  There I held her
writhing body in my arms, feeling its sensual smoothness and warmth
next to mine.  It was electrifying, the way she molded herself to me,
trying to make us be as one.
   "God!  That was fantastic,"  Amanda said breathlessly as she began
to recover her composure.  "I never realized that a simple tonguing
could ever make me feel like this.  My boyfriend would never eat me.
He thought it was gross.  Yet he always wanted me to go down on him,
then force me to drink his cum."
   We held each other close, feeling a very special bond build between
us.  A bond created not only by the love that we felt for each other,
but because of what I had done for her.  I didn't have the heart to
tell her that all men were not like her ex-boyfriend, that some of us
enjoy eating a woman out, taking pleasure in the thrill that it gave
them.
   Suddenly, I felt my daughter brake free of my grasp, and push me
onto my back.  Immediately, she crawled between my legs, then looked
up at me, a wicked smile covering her face.  With a wink, she lowered
her head until her lips were around my swollen cock.  Instantly, I
felt the sensational warmth of her mouth, as it closed over me.
   I watched as my daughter surprised me by taking my entire cock into
her mouth and down her throat.  In all the years of our marriage, her
mother had never once done this to me.  Only on rare occasions would
she even consider kissing it.  Yet here was my beautiful little girl
doing what I'd only dreamt about, and I was enraptured beyond belief.
   Amanda was an excellent cock sucker.  She knew just what to do to
give me the most pleasure.  In no time she had my sperm rushing up
from my balls and surging through my elongated shaft.  When I erupted
into her mouth she gave the most delightful little moan, as if she was
thrilled to have my cum bursting into her.  Then she enthusiastically
devoured ever drop of semen that I gave her.
   "Damn!  You've got the best tasting cum that I've ever had," she
said, pulling her head off of me, then licking her lips.
   "Thank you darling," I replied.  "Your juice is very delicious
too.  It's the nectar of the gods."
   "Maybe we should put ours together," she responded with a lewd
smile.
    Before I had a chance to say anything, she had climbed over my
thighs and settled down on to of my semi-hard cock.  As her had guided
me into her, I sensed my cock quickly spring back to life.  Her pussy
was exhilaratingly tight, wet, and warm, as it sank over my manhood,
arousing me even more.  I reached out, grabbed her hips and held her
against me, until I felt my cock push against the roof of her fabulous
cunt.  Then I laid back, enjoying the sensational fell of my cock
buried deep inside
   "God!  That feels good," Amanda cried.
   After a few moments, she began to slowly rise up, until she held
only the tip of me between her marvelous cunt lips.  Instantly she
plunged downward, impaling herself on my stiff shaft.  I heard her
cries of joy, as her hips plowed into mine, then rock back and forth.
Over and over, she sent her pussy plummeting down on top of me, each
time taking me deep inside of her.
   Gradually, she began to pick up speed, until she was bouncing
wildly around on my cock.  With each vigorous stroke, her sighs of
pleasure increased and amplified.  Then, all at once, she threw her
head back and closed her eyes.  Her body tensed as her cunt made one
final plunge down the long shaft.
   Instantly, her pussy went into contractions, squeezing the hell out
of my cock, then releasing it.  If I hadn't already delivered a hefty
load into her mouth, the milking action of her cunt would have caused
me to explode.  Instead I lay there, lost in the spectacular sensation
that she giving me.  Then, without warning, she was vehemently
attacking my cock again, only this time with a primitive, lustful,
zest.
   I watched in amazement, as her immense breasts began to bounce
about her chest.  It was like they were doing some frenzied dance.
Afraid that she might hurt those extraordinary specimens of womanhood,
I reached out and held them in my hands.  They felt so firm and supple
to my touch, and I couldn't help but squeeze them.  She moaned loudly
as I kneaded then with my hands; then I felt a shutter go through her
body, followed by another.
   "Oh daddy, I'm coming again," she cried out, as she fell on top of
me.
   Placing my arms around her, I rolled her over, and began thrusting
into her.  I penetrated her deep and forcefully, keeping her orgasm
going.  As wave after wave of ultimate fulfillment swept over her, I
could feel her cunt clamp tighter and tighter around my cock, each
gripping contraction bringing me closer to my own moment of release.
   As it neared, I drove hard and deep into her receptive cunt.  Then
my sperm shoot forth, exploding deep inside of her waiting pussy.  Her
moans of pleasure mingled with mine as my cum gushed into her.  When
our hunger was finally satisfied, we fell exhausted into each other's
arms.
   I awoke several hours later to find my daughter still asleep, a
peaceful, contented smile etched into her face.  Reluctantly, I
extracted myself from her clinging arms, and climbed out of bed.
After one final, appreciative, look at her captivating body, I covered
her and crept back to my own bedroom.
   Maybe it was because of what happened that I found the courage to
leave my wife.  The way that my daughter had responded had proven to
me that I was still a vital, and virile man.  I have never regretted
leaving my falling marriage, having since met many beautiful and
exciting women.  Although I have made love to most of them, none of
them has ever come close to matching that special feeling that Amanda
and I shared.
   I will never forget that night of blissful ecstasy with my
daughter.  Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how one looks
at it, it has never happened again.  If the opportunity ever had
arisen, I'm not sure that I would have had the strength, or the
willpower, to resist it.  All I know for certain is that it will
always be a cherished part of my memory.




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