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                             Tickle

                               by 

                             RHYMER


     A few months ago, my wife's mother was injured in a car
accident.  She's going to recover, thank goodness, but she'll need
looking after for quite some time.  Jill's father passed away a few
years back, so it was up to her, as the only child, to take care of
her mother.  It was with great reluctance that Jill packed up and
left me here alone with our 15 year old daughter, Josephine.  Jill
and I are very close; this is the first time we've been apart since
we met in college in '79.  But family is family, and she had to go
do her duty. I had to stay so I could keep supper on the table, and
of course Josey has school to attend to.
     Unfortunately, Jill's mom lives in California and we live in
Texas; since she left in April we've been able to get together only
once, and what a wild, passionate night that was!  The way things
are looking, she won't be back til sometime in November, and until
then we'll have to be content with phone sex and masturbation.
     I'll tell you up front that I can't stand to masturbate.  I
know that sounds weird, but that's the way it is: it pales next to
the real thing, if you know what I mean.  Jill and I had always
enjoyed a vigorous, kinky sex life, and I was used to getting it at
least once a night.  Her absence took some getting used to.  I
finally decided, about two weeks into her visit, that I was either
going to have to take matters into my own hands or explode.  I was
dreaming about sex every night, and I'd wake up with a wet spot on
the bed where my prick had been leaking cum.  Embarrassing.  The
notion of cheating on Jill with another woman just to satisfy my
own cravings never crossed my mind.
     I woke up one Saturday with a raging, leaking hard-on, and I
knew it was about time to do something about it.  I grabbed a
handful of tissues and a tube of K-Y Jelly from Jill's nightstand,
and went to work on myself, all the while conjuring up images of
fucking my delightfully luscious wife.  I'm no porn stud, but I do
have a nice thick seven-incher, and Jill's made it clear any number
of times just how much she loves to suck, lick, bite, and fuck my
loverod.  As I thought about some of the most intense of our
fuckfests, I could feel the old familiar tingling begin at the base
of my balls.  Wouldn't be long, now, and I'd have this over and
done with for another week or two.
     Then there was a knock on the door, and Josey was saying,
"Wake up, Dad!  Breakfast is ready!"
     Shit! I'd forgotten that my chaste little 15 year old daughter
was in the house with me, and might walk in at any time!  I cursed
myself for a fool and quickly hid my masturbatory paraphernalia
under the bed before she came in.  My nudity I could do nothing
about; we're pretty fast and loose about our clothing in this
house, and I often sleep naked.  I just tried to sit up in bed a
little so my hard-on wouldn't be quite so noticeable.
     As I expected, she came in immediately after knocking.  Josey
looks a lot like her mother: chestnut hair, big green eyes, and a
lithe figure.  We'd have to wait and see about the rest of it;
she's just starting to develop, and I've been trying not to notice.

That morning she was still wearing the long Care Bears tee shirt
she uses as a nightgown, and looking at her I realized how much
she'd grown in the past year.  The shirt barely covered the tops of
her thighs, and I was struck at how long, lean and lovely her
exposed legs were.  She yawned and stretched as she walked toward
the bed, and the action pushed her budding breasts up against the
fabric, outlining her hard little nipples.  To my horror, my dick
twitched involuntarily, and I think she must have noticed, because
her eyes widened.  I hurriedly crossed my legs as she approached,
in a vain attempt to hide the movement.
     "Eggs and pancakes all right, sleepyhead? " she asked, to
which I replied, "Uh -- sure."  Then she grinned, and pounced. 
"Ticklemonster!"
     Oh hell, I though she'd outgrown that years ago.  I hate to be
tickled and she knows it, the brat.  She jumped on top of me as I
wriggled and squirmed; then I grabbed her hands to keep her from
tickling me.  Somehow her pubic mound ended up on top of my still-
rigid cock, and I heard her gasp as she realized what she was
feeling.  That's all it took.  I exploded like a bomb, spewing cum
all over the place.  I collapsed and turned beet red in
embarrassment.
     She froze, staring at me; then her gaze went to the wet spot
spreading over the sheet just above her bare thighs.  "What
happened?!"
     I swallowed hard.  "Uh, um, I think you can figure it out. 
You interrupted me at an inopportune moment, and when you attacked
me, I, uh, lost control.  God, I'm so embarrased. "
     She smiled wickedly.  "Oh, that's okay, Dad, chill out. 
Actually, it's kinda flattering."
     "Huh?"
     "I mean, come on.  My own Dad thinks I'm sexy enough to -- you
know."
     "You're the most beautiful girl I know,"  I said truthfully.
"But the fact is, I was thinking of your mom.  You just happened
along at the right time and ended up in the, uh, right place."
     She shrugged, the wicked little grin still in place.  "Well,
Mom's a thousand miles away, and I'm right here.  What don't we
take advantage of the situation, if you know what I mean?"  She was
still in my lap, and I felt her very deliberately move her firm
little butt back and forth over my cock, which was still quite
hard.  Through the sheet, I could feel her hot slit; it felt like
she wasn't wearing any panties under her nightshirt.
     She proved a few seconds later that she wasn't.  My baby
reached down, grabbed the hem of her nightshirt in both hands, and
slipped it over her head in one fluid movement.  She wasn't wearing
anything underneath.
     God, she was beautiful!  Her skin was soft, creamy,
unblemished.  Her body was slim and tight, flaring slightly at the
hips but still slightly boyish; nature wasn't done with her yet. 
Her breasts rode proud and high on her chest, little more than a
mouthful, topped with small, strawberry-colored nipples.  Down
below, I could seen the soft bulge of her pubic mound; light brown
fuzz surrounded her pink-lipped honey-hole.  I almost came again
just looking at her!
     Instead I sat up quickly, tumbling her off my lap.  "No,
Josey, no.  I'm your dad, and you're too young anyway.  This would
be wrong."
     She climbed back onto my lap and pushed me back down onto my
pillows.  "Ah, c'mon, Daddy," she purred.  That wicked little
"fuck-me" grin was back.  "We both want it, and we love each other,
so how can it be wrong?"  Then she kissed me lightly on the nipple.

The sensations went straight to my groin, and that was it: there
was no resistance left in me.  I lifted her face to mine and kissed
her hard and deep, leaving no doubt as to my intentions.  My hands
found her pert little breasts and started tweaking her nipples.  In
seconds I had her gasping for breath.  I rolled her over onto
Jill's side of the bed, God help me, and pushed the sheet aside.
Now we were naked together.  My lips found first one and then the
other nipple, and I began sucking and licking and teasing them the
way Jill likes hers done.  
     "Ahhh, ohhh God, Daddy, oooh, I've been dreaming about this
for years. "  She grabbed my hair gently but insistently and pulled
my head up to hers, and we frenched for a while.  When I pulled
away for a breath, she said softly, "Oh, I love you, Daddy.  I've
wanted to do this for such a long time. "
     " Really? "  I was shocked.  Frankly, I'd never thought about
making love with my daughter, though I'd occasionally found myself
admiring her blossoming body in an abstract way.
     "God, yes.  You're all I think about when I masturbate. "
     Shocked again.  "You do that? Since when?"
     "Every night since I was ten.  Sometimes I can hear you and
mom doing it and it just makes me wild.  I masturbate all night
sometimes, thinking about fucking you."
     Hearing that illicit word come out of my daughters innocent
mouth sent a hot thrill through me.  I never knew my little girl
was so hot and so highly sexed -- though it shouldn't be a
surprise, considering the extremely satisfying sex-life her mother
and I share.  I looked down at her and smiled.  " I love you, baby,
no matter what happens."
     She smiled.  "I know.  And I'll be yours forever."  She
squirmed her cunt up against my cock and groaned.  I could feel the
wet heat of her burning me like fire.  Then she whispered, "Lick my
pussy, Daddy."
     Without a word I scooted down on the bed and laid my head
between her creamy thighs, and she opened her legs wide to
accommodate me.  I looked closely at my daughter's vagina in the
bright morning light.  So like her mother's, it was, right down to
the sparse brown peach-fuzz and orchid-like shape of her inner
lips.  Her clitoris stuck out above her opening like a tiny cock. 
Her hole was barely discernable, even as wide as her legs were
spread; she'd be tight as the finger of a glove, if I guessed
right.  Gently, I licked the inside of one thigh, and she jerked as
if shocked with electricity.  Then I languidly flicked my tongue
across the juncture of thigh and crotch; she jumped again.  Without
further preamble, I thrust my tongue into her young snatch.  She
screamed and suddenly came so hard that I think she blacked out for
a second.  I was a little scared, but then she began moaning, "Oh,
Daddy Daddy Daddy, that was so great. Oh God."
     "But I barely did anything!"
     "Well, do it some more!"
     I licked Josey through five more orgasms (count 'em -- five)
in the next ten minutes, and though she didn't come as quick or
hard as she had at first, she loved every minute of it.  So did I! 
Josey's sweet little cunt tasted sharp and fresh, even better than
her mom's, and I can spend a whole night there.  But finally I knew
it was time to move on to the next logical plateau of our newfound
sexual relationship.  As she lay gasping from her latest orgasm, I
raised myself up over her, propped up on my elbows, and
suggestively rubbed my hard cock the length of her gooey slit.
     "Oh, yeah, Daddy," she gasped.  "Fuck me, fuck me!"
     I slid my length slowly inside her.  It was rough going at
first: she was so tight I could barely make way.  Then I decided to
try something that had worked with her mom the first time we
fucked: I pushed her legs as far forward as I could without hurting
her, and hooked her ankles over my shoulders.  It didn't seem to
cause her any discomfort, and it gave me excellent access to the
depths of her cunt.  I still had to push forward slowly, but soon
my prick was buried in her to the balls.  God, she was tight -- it
was obvious that my baby was a virgin, despite the lack of a hymen.
     All this time she was writhing and squirming beneath me, and
wailing like a banshee.  Thank goodness the house is well insulated
-- otherwise, what would the neighbors think!  She was coming from
the second I slid into her, and she kept coming the whole time we
fucked.  I'm afraid I didn't last too long -- she was too tight,
and I was too excited.  When I came, maybe three minutes later, it
felt like a vein had burst in my head, it was so intense.  I shot
so much come into her that most of it overflowed her snatch and
dribbled obscenely down her legs and onto the bed.  We both lay
there for a while, stunned, then I rolled off her as my dick
shriveled.
     When we'd recovered sufficiently, we talked about what we'd
done and how it had made us feel.  I felt closer to my daughter
than ever before; now my ingrained parental feelings for her were
overlain by the more direct, lust-tinged ones of a lover.  We were
lovers now, she and I, and we mutually decided we'd continue our
sexual relationship from here on, even after her mother got home. 
Until Jill returned, we decided we'd sleep with each other every
night as a matter of course, and go nude around the house so that
we could fuck wherever and whenever we felt the urge.  That
decision made, we began exploring each others' bodies again.  I
taught her the fine art of cocksucking, and she seemed to catch on
quickly.  She even hinted that she was interested in some anal
action, but we left that for later on.  There's plenty of time for
that before Jill returned.
     The next morning we made love twice before even getting out of
bed -- doggie style first, then with her on top --  and I surprised
myself after breakfast by bending Josey over the kitchen sink and
fucking her yet again, this time fast and hard.  She just looked
too cute, standing there wearing nothing but a little apron,
washing the dishes!
     Only days later did I think of the possibility of pregnancy. 
When I brought it up she laughed and said, "Don't worry, silly. 
Mom's had me on birth control pills for two years now."
     My wife's so thoughtful.  I only have one problem: when she
gets home, how can I tell her I'm fucking our daughter?  Guess I'll
feel her out (to coin a phrase), and if she's against it, we'll
just have to continue our trysts in secret.  Though that could get
kinda difficult to arrange...
     Oh, well.  I'm sure we'll think of something!


                            THE END