Quinn, Male, 41

	- Narrator, project manager, father of Tera

	- 6'0, beige skin, 190lbs, wavy blonde-brown hair a few inches long

Tera, Female, 15

	- High School Freshman, daughter of Quinn

	- 5'7, pale-beige skin, 135lbs, shoulder-length bright copper-red hair

Juliet (Jules), Female, 17

	- Teen staying at homeless shelter, daughter of Becky

	- 5'8, pale-beige skin, 135lbs, very short curly hair on top, shaved sides

Day 1.029

I stayed in bed a long time the next morning, thoughts of what I'd done the previous two nights turning around my brain. I hated that I'd enjoyed both acts, first jerking off while holding my sleeping fifteen-year old daughter, then the next night masturbating with a twelve-year old in the hot tub. I'd like to say I hated what I'd done, but the opposite was true. I loved it, had found incredible pleasure in both acts. My only regret was that I hadn't been able to share my experience with Tera that night. I found myself willing to take a risk or two when the next opportunity presented itself.

I barely had time to slash Curt's tires due to my time in bed. Returning to my car much later than usually, I heard someone calling out, yelling in my direction. I saw a woman rush out, the same woman I assumed had been Curt's mom from the first nights, the one who had seen me killing her son.

I started the car but froze. She'd seen me, she'd send the cops to find me. I'd been caught. I shut the car off and waited. I didn't want to go home and have my daughter see me arrested. Instead, I sent her a text telling her I'd gone out with a friend and would be out late.

When the cops arrived, I admitted what I'd done and did my best to remain calm. For the third time in my life, I spent a night in jail.

- - -

Day 1.030

I was determined not to make the same mistake the next night. I rose quickly after shutting off the alarm. Gary Puckett's thoughts about his Young Girl were becoming harder and harder to believe for myself. I didn't want Tera or the unknown girl from the hot tub to get out of my mind. I wanted them to be there all the time.

I went downstairs. Tera was leaning against the counter, wearing only a white bra and dark-blue cotton panties, just as I knew she would be. I let my eyes wander over her body as she eyed me with a smirk.

“Jesus, Dad. Like what you see?”

“And what if I do?”

“Well... you'll just have to wait in line. I'm going out with Curt tonight. You can fight him for me if you want.” She gave her best sexy stretch and laughed. “You're so easy...”

“Can't help that you're growing up, you know. Anyone else hanging out in my kitchen dressed like that...” I let my thoughts trail off, realizing I was vocalizing my inner creep.

Tera stared at me a moment, then laughed again. “Ok, you got me. Call it even. I should go get ready.”

She bounded up the stairs and I set about getting to Curt's on time. That done, I returned home and pondered what to do. As usual, I was horny and decided I would enjoy another night where I might share almost-innocent contact with my daughter.

- - -

Tera's body settled back against me and for the second time that night, her ass pressed onto my groin, my erection pressed into the crack of her ass. As before, she laid her head on my arm and whispered, “love you, Dad.”

“Love you, Tera.”

Unlike three days before, I didn't force myself to say we should go get dinner. I just held her like that, and she showed no desire to move. My daughter knew I was hard against her, and I nearly came just holding her like that. I'm not sure if it was a conscious decision or not, but I brought my lips to the back of Tera's neck and kissed it softly, letting myself linger just a moment against her wet skin.

Her flesh covered in goosebumps but she didn't move. I did it again, very much a conscious choice. My cock twitched against her, and I heard a very light sigh escape her lips. Goddamn, I was so close to suggesting we go home and do something taboo.

She finally spoke quietly to me. “Jesus, Dad...” but she didn't finish her thought. She also didn't try to move away. I was so turned on I nearly came.

The woman and the preteen walked behind us then and broke us away from what might have happened. “Excuse me,” the woman said, “I don't think that's appropriate here...” The young girl stared down as Tera and I both turned, my daughter's face flushed.

“Uh, huh?” I stammered.

“Little young, don't you think?” The woman's voice was harsh and accusatory.

“Uh... this is my daughter.”

The woman leaned back, partially mollified. “Ah, I see. Well... sorry, I thought... nevermind... have a good night. Come on, Kacy.”

It caused my erection to shrink quickly, and whatever might have led Tera and I down an interesting road was lost for the time. Tera looked at me, somewhat embarrassed. “Guess... uh... we should go get some food, right?”

The tone of her voice suggested she wasn't all that eager to stop doing what we'd been doing, but like me, she knew the moment was gone. “Uh.. yeah. Let's go to Moe's.”

- - -

Neither of us spoke about what had happened at the pool. I was conflicted about what to make of it. I didn't know if I'd really just shared an intimate moment with my daughter, or maybe she'd not been as sure about it as I was. I never wanted to make her uncomfortable or feel shame or embarrassment, and I found myself unable to ask for her thoughts as we queued up the movie and settled in with slices of pizza.

- - -

As before, she curled up against me and started to doze. I wanted badly to show her pleasure, to show her my love. Tera was warm against me, her coppery-red hair trailing down to tickle the flesh on my chest peeking out between my partially-open robe. I didn't immediately reach for my cock.

Instead, I stroked her beautiful hair. I'd done that most of her life, and she seemed to enjoy the touch. Her hair was smooth and soft, and the bright oranges and bronzy-red strands felt wonderful in my fingers. I felt her exhale against me and I pulled her closer to me.

“Dad...?”

“Yeah?”

“About the pool...”

I felt my stomach turn over and tie itself quickly in knots. “Yeah...”

“Was that because of me?” she asked quietly.

“What?”

“Were you hard because of me?”

I wasn't sure how to respond. I couldn't tell if her question was out of curiosity and arousal or instead, was one of horror and shame. “I, uh...”

“I think it was...” she said evenly.

“Tera...” I hadn't stopped stroking her hair, and ran my fingers across her cheek to pull the strands from her face. “I... I don't know.” It was a lie, of course, but the last thing I wanted was to let my daughter see me for the incestuous pervert I had recently become.

“Don't know... or won't tell me the truth...”

“I...” Ok, I admitted to myself, I needed to be honest. “Yes... it was you...”

She was quiet a long time and the uncomfortable silence was confused by the warmth of her skin and the softness of her hair. “Why...?”

Such a simple question and one so complicated to answer. “Why?” I said, then paused. “Because... you're beautiful, Tera. I... don't really know why. I love you so much, and... I guess that... happens when I feel love...”

She was silent again, twisting her head slowly across my chest. “I just... I don't know what to think, you know? I... I mean... you're my Dad...”

It broke my heart. Not because I expected anything else, and not because I didn't accept the truth of her words. It just broke my heart that I was again letting my fantasies of Tera come too close to the reality of living with my daughter. “Tera... I'm so sorry...”

She spoke quietly into my chest. “Don't be... I don't mean it like that... just... I dunno, Dad...”

“Look,” I said softly, “I am sorry. I should have not let that happen. I've just been... having a rough time lately. It's been odd...” Odder than she knew. “I guess I have been lonely, and... I love you so much... I'm just so sorry, Tera.”

She nuzzled against my robe. “I know... I don't like you being lonely. But don't be sorry, ok? I'm just... confused...”

“Me too...”

“Is it normal?” she asked.

“What, Sweetie?”

“For... a dad to... you know... be like that with his daughter? Like... like her?”

“I... don't know. I wish no one abused their children... it's horrible what fathers do to their daughters... you know... forcing them, preying on them...”

“You didn't force me, Dad. I could have moved away... I just... didn't.”

We were both silent a moment and I kissed her head, not thinking about the way I'd kissed her neck in the pool. She shuddered before I could pull back.

I was all too aware of the fact that she still rested on me, her young flesh still warm where it touched mine. I knew that, again, she wasn't moving away. I struggled with what to do next.

She spoke quietly to break the silence. “I understand, I guess...”

“Understand what?” I replied.

“That... feeling... I guess... I've had it for a while, I just... didn't really know what it was...”

I fought myself hard then, determined not to give in to my desires and try to use my daughter's clear attraction to me to do something more. I fought because I still believed it was something I just could not act upon. I couldn't.

“Yeah... look... I don't want you to be ashamed, ok? Most people might not understand what we're dealing with here... but I do. We'll work through this, ok? We love each other, right?”

“Of course.”

“Then we'll deal with it like we always do. Together. Just talk to me, Tera. I promise to do the same.”

My daughter slowly pulled away from me and I felt the loss of her body against mine. She leaned back, one of her legs pressed against my side as she looked at my face. She wasn't crying, but the emotional moment showed on her face. She caught my eye just a moment before looking away.

“It started after mom left...” Tera said, looking at the floor. “I just... liked that you were mine and that you loved me... and I guess I liked that you gave me attention and cared about me... really cared...” She kicked her foot a moment. “I didn't know what it was, I guess... Sorry... I'm rambling...”

I smiled at her and said, “it's ok... really. I need to know how you feel. It's the only way we can deal with what we're feeling.”

“I just... I know I shouldn't feel that way, but... I do.”

I nodded and resisted the urge to pull my daughter to me and kiss her. “I understand that exactly. It's been... more recent for me... I guess... you getting older and being around you all the time... just recently I started... noticing...” I let out a long breath. “I don't want to hurt you, Tera, ever. I'm already feeling guilty about the pool... I am so sorry,” I repeated.

“I'm feeling guilty, too... I knew... After the first time, I knew you were... hard. And... I wanted it... I don't like feeling guilty about it... I... I know we tease, Dad... but I went too far...”

“I didn't mind... as if you couldn't tell...”

That brought a laugh from her throat and I joined her. She finally said, “yeah... I could tell...”

I offered her my arm and she hugged me. I think we were both trying to walk a careful line between a warm hug and something more. When we let go, she stayed nestled in the crook of my arm.

“So what do we do, Dad?”

“I wish I knew...”

We were both quiet a while as I slowly rocked her in my arm. She said, “thanks, Dad... I feel better talking to you about it. I was getting pretty worried that I'd done something wrong...”

“Nah... you did nothing wrong, and nothing you should be ashamed of. I'm the one who should have stopped it. You trusted me and I let you down...”

She shook her head. “I don't think so... I have a mind of my own, Dad... I knew what was going on...” She sighed and hugged me again. “I need a bath... I love you, Dad...”

I kissed her cheek, let it linger just a bit before I replied, “I love you too, Tera.”

She disappeared upstairs and I sat staring a long time at the table in front of me.

If there had been any doubts that I had a non-zero chance of being intimate with my daughter, there were none now. And honestly, I was terribly conflicted. Terribly. On one hand, I loved Tera, and was very attracted to her. She was my daughter, sure, but we had connected in a way that I never had with anyone, and given our years together, I knew and trusted her, and wanted her in my life, always.

On the other hand, I was her father. I couldn't be the predator, my daughter young and naïve. I hated that I might risk doing something which would change us forever.

I understood that whatever happened, it would all reset for everyone but me in a few hours, but I'd know. I'd understand what had changed, what lines I'd crossed, and I didn't know if I wanted to live the rest of my life with that.

Maybe it wasn't as much that as I initially thought, however. I considered what might happen. For me, being with Tera would change everything. Each day, I'd probably seek to take her virginity over and over, but each day, she'd forget the bonds we'd formed, the experiences we'd shared. And that's the best case.

Worst case, we do something short of that moment. Maybe we just kiss but it is never the right moment to do more. What then? Would I do things even more unkind to live that moment? Would I start being more aggressive, more insistent, less concerned with her comfort, less sure that she was consenting? I hated even the thought that a first taste might bring on a railroad of less respectful attempts to be intimate with Tera.

I didn't know what to do, honestly, so I took a sleeping pill and went to bed before I decided to try knocking on her door.

- - -

Days 1.031 - 1.039

The experiences with Tera the day before started eight days of trying to wean myself off those feelings. I'd usually drop her off at the dance and run through some of my old partners. I fucked Yvette twice, arranging for Abby's parents to take my daughter home. Other than arranging the rides, I avoided Abby, knowing the emotional vulnerability I had for her still. I barebacked Bobbi a couple of times, I did see Becky again, and once more, I came inside of the woman just before her daughter Juliet opened the door and caught us in the act.

Becky's daughter was an attractive girl, alternative hair, a pierced lip, and I found myself wanting to be with her. I slept with Becky on the 38th day, and returned to the shelter on day 39 with a different goal in mind.

Instead of sitting with them, I stood back and watched as they finished their dinners. Becky left not long after, and Juliet stayed behind, staring down at the remains of her meal. I walked up to her, "Juliet, right?"

"Um, yeah?" She didn't ask how I knew her name as she looked up at me. It seemed she might have been crying, her eyes red and puffy.

I softened. "Hey, sorry. Are you ok?"

"Fine... yeah... thanks for asking."

"I'm Quinn. Anything I can do?"

"Get me outta here," she replied firmly.

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing... I just... I can't stand living here. It's depressing."

"Can I sit?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"How long have you been here?"

She shrugged, "couple of weeks."

I wanted to wrap her in my arms and tell her it would be alright. "Nothing fun to do here?"

"Nothing... and I hate having to share a room with my Mom... no privacy for anything..."

"I can imagine that must be hard. Listen, I'm not doing anything this evening, is there something fun you've been wanting to do?"

She looked at me flatly, "want some candy, little girl?" she asked sarcastically.

"No, no... not that..." Actually, she was closer to the truth than I wanted her to be. "I just... you look like someone who could use a night away from here. I'm sorry. You're right, I shouldn't have suggested it."

Juliet shrugged again, said, "whatever. Sure. I want to go to the lake. I haven't been in two years. All my friends go all the time, but my dad was a dick about not letting me go."

"The lake. Yeah, I'm up for that. Your mom might like to go," I suggested, really not wanting to be the man offering candy, even admitting that, in a very real way, I was. But, at seventeen, I considered Juliet an adult, even if the law did not. She was capable of making her own decisions. Whatever happened, I'd ensure it was not coercive. I never wanted to be that to anyone.

Juliet shook her head. "No, please. I just want to be alone. Well, alone with you..." She eyed me again. She hesitated, but didn't say whatever was on her mind. She shrugged, said, "I'll let Mom know I'm going out."

"Think she'll be ok with that?"

"I won't tell her where, just that I'm going."

- - -

While Juliet went to talk to her mother, I drove over to the grocery store and picked up a bottle of wine. I knew she was underage, and giving her alcohol was worse than candy, but I was pretty certain she'd had her fair share of drinks, and if we were going to do something more than hang out, it seemed more romantic to share wine.

I also bought a pack of condoms.

I picked her up moments later. She'd changed clothes, now wearing a pair of black yoga pants which fit tightly over her nice curves. On top, she wore a jacket over what was probably an old t-shirt. Juliet offered me a soft smile when she got in. "Nice car..."

I smelled perfume wafting towards me. I didn't know if that was to cover the fact that she lived in a homeless shelter or if it was meant to attract my attention. It certainly did the latter, the rose and citrus fragrance contrasted nicely with her smooth, pale skin and dark eyes.

"Need to stop by my house quickly to pick up a couple of things. Will that be ok?"

She eyed me a minute. I couldn't help that everything I asked sounded like I was setting her up for something traumatic. "Alright..."

I pulled into the drive and ran inside, grabbing a blanket and some towels, and put on my swim trunks before sliding back into my slacks. I snagged a wine opener then came back to the car to find Juliet pacing around it.

"You live here, huh? Nice place..."

I heard the sadness in her voice. "Missing your house?"

She nodded but was quiet.

"Well," I said, "let's go forget that for a while, okay? To the lake!"

She flashed me a small smile and slid into the passenger seat as I fired up the engine.

- - -

On the drive to the lake, I learned that Jules, as her Mom called her, had been on track to graduate from high school a year early, but the difficulty in the divorce made her fall behind, almost failing a couple of classes and having to abandon a couple of others. She'd struggled to find time for friends and felt depressed a lot. I knew from previously spending time with her mom Becky that her mother had been in a very similar state.

The closer we got to the lake, though, the more cheerful she became. Maybe she started to trust me as something a bit more likeable than a stranger with candy. She asked about me. "I'm divorced. It wasn't pretty, either. Really hard on me and my daughter Tera. She's fifteen. We became... close... as a result." Thoughts of the frank discussion with my daughter not long before made me admit to myself just how close. "She's a sweet girl."

"So... no girlfriends?"

I shook my head, ignoring the number of women I'd been while stuck in the loop. "None. Not since the divorce a couple of years ago."

"What? Why not?"

I shrugged, "just never had time. It took a while to get over my ex. And, I had Tera to protect. I didn't want anyone to have the power to do to us what her mother had. I didn't want Tera to go through that again, so I... just didn't date. I had my daughter and my work, and... until recently... that kept me going and busy."

Juliet starred ahead. "I had a boyfriend for awhile. He broke it off when I went a bit crazy during the split..."

"What happened?"

She shook her head. "Don't ask... it was my fault, I guess."

I said nothing, unsure what might have occurred.

We pulled into the parking lot, and thankfully, it was mostly empty. Juliet helped me carry the supplies while I got the wine and opener.

I led her to a spot I knew was likely to be less occupied than the main beach. We stepped out onto the sandy shore and stood admiring the way the moon played on the water.

We settled the blanket onto the ground and sat down a couple of feet apart. As I opened the wine, she eyed me uncertainly. "Would you like some? No pressure, but I'm feeling in a wine kind of mood right now."

She smiled, said, "of course," and immediately took the glass I poured. I filled a second and we cheersed before we both took a solid swig. It was a Malbec with a nice tartness, and I enjoyed the warmth it gave me as it slid down my throat.

I looked at Juliet a moment as she stared out over the water. Her hair was interesting and beautiful, dark curls on top but shaved down both sides and around the back of her head. It made her look taller as a result, her long neck easily visible in the moonlight.

"So... what did you want to do at the lake?"

I saw her deflate slightly. "I wanted to swim... I forgot my bikini..."

"Ah," I replied. "I, uh... brought mine... Listen... I won't look if you want to just strip down to underwear. I promise. We came here so you could do what you want, don't let that hold you back."

She gave me that look again, and I couldn't help listening to my words and cringing. "Promise?" she asked as she finished her wine.

I nodded. "Yes. Look, I'll turn around and face away." I did just that. "I promise I won't look."

I thought I heard her giggle, then heard the sounds of clothes rustling. I longed to peek at her, but I kept to my promise. The sounds of light crunches on the sand were followed by quick splashes. Juliet called out, "okay, you can look now!"

I turned back and could see her bobbing in the water, covered to her neck. I stripped down to my swim trunks, aware completely of how Juliet watched my every move. I slid into the water near her and floated on my back.

She did the same, then asked quietly, "why'd you do this?"

"Do what?"

"Bring me out here."

"I thought you could use a friend tonight. I dunno... I don't like seeing anyone sad, and... I'd hope someone would be kind to my daughter if she's feeling like you were."

"Wouldn't you be scared, though? Her going off, somewhere dark, alone with some guy she doesn't know?"

I realized she was using my daughter to voice her own obvious concerns. "Yes... honestly, yes... Look, Juliet, we can go back. Just say the word. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I know this is... unusual... I'm just trying to be a nice guy." That last part wasn't completely true, but I wanted it to be. I was certainly not going to coerce the seventeen-year old to do anything she didn't want to do.

She was quiet a moment. "Ok... I'm good for now..."

We floated together a while, and I began to grow fine with this just being an innocent night. It was nice, actually, though it made me long for Tera. As much as I enjoyed Juliet's company, I'd have rather spent the evening with my daughter. Still, I knew it was pleasant for Juliet to get out of the shelter for the evening, and despite her very valid concerns, I thought she was relaxing and enjoying herself.

"So... is this a date?" the teen asked out of the blue.

"What?"

"A date... like... you took me here, we drank wine, we're talking... alone... kinda seems like a date."

"It's whatever you want it to be. I'm just here to enjoy your company and whatever you choose to share about yourself."

"It's a date, then. That's what I'm calling it."

"Fine with me."

I heard her turn and start to swim a bit, paddling both over and under the water. It was clear she was an excellent swimmer, and before long, she was doing laps around me. Her expression began to change each time she paused. At first, she was just enjoying the water, but she began to look at me more frequently, smiling, sometimes giggling. Every so often, I could see the outline of her white bra and panties in the moonlight.

"Quinn..." she said softly at one point, "do you like kissing?"

"I do..."

"Me too..."

She swam a bit closer and looked at my face. "I'm having a really good time tonight... and I'd like to kiss you..."

I opened my arms and she swept into my embrace. Her lips pressed onto mine immediately, and we both sucked in breath. I could feel her bra-covered breasts pressing against my chest, and her legs swept my thighs several times.

I don't know how long we did nothing more than kiss and hold each other in the water. I was lost in the sensation. It was so soft and sweet. Juliet was a kitten in my arms, purring as we shared saliva and moaned lowly together. I ran my hands over her head and her neck, then risked running them down her back.

She arched slightly as I touched her below the water, stroking her sides and holding her tight against me. I was incredibly hard and for several wonderful minutes, her stomach pressed against my cock.

I was determined to let her decide what would happen. I knew that I wanted it to be more than a kiss, but if that's all it was, I was very happy to do that all night.

Her hand drifted down between us and she hesitantly ran her fingers along my trunks-covered shaft. She looked at me, said quietly, "this ok?"

"Only if you want it..."

Juliet didn't respond, but her fingers moved steadily along my length. I knew precum was leaking into my shorts.

I ran my hands lower down her body and soon slid them over her panty-clad ass. She moaned into my mouth and slid her hand into my trunks, then wrapped her fingers around my cock.

I was vibrating with arousal with Juliet against me, her fingers stroking my penis, my hands squeezing and caressing her nearly-bare ass. "Would you like to go back to the blanket?" I asked softly.

"Yes..." she responded.

I let her go and she pulled away reluctantly. I took Juliet's hand and led her slowly up to the shore. I used a towel to gently dry her body, and I could see her dark nipples and dark pubes through her white underwear. I wished I could smell her, but the lake had washed away all her wonderful aromas. She was shivering by the time I finished, especially so when I'd slightly parted her legs and ran the towel within inches of her sex.

"Shall we take these off?" I asked.

She didn't respond, but her hands moved behind her back to unsnap her bra. I smiled at her as her tits bounced free, lovely small, perky breasts topped with tight, dark nipples, thin metal rods piercing each. I took hold of her panties and drew them down her body, pulling them off one leg, then the other, my face just inches from her dark, thick bush.

I laid her down on the blanket and quickly pulled down my wet trunks, drying myself in rapid motions. She watched my hard penis bobbing above her. I slid next to the seventeen-year old and brought my lips to hers. Juliet moaned into my mouth, then I let my tongue trail down her chin, down her neck, and onto her right breast.

Her nipple was straining as I sucked it in, my tongue twisting her piercing. Juliet moaned and started to shiver again. I knew she wasn't cold in the warm air, and her excitement made me shiver as well. I looked up at her, smiling around her tit. My hands ran down to her thighs, where I tenderly caressed them, her legs parting on their own.

I felt her heat as I pressed my fingers into the teen's hairy genitals. Her pussy was still wet from the lake, but I was certain the girl's own discharge was making it slippery. I slid a finger inside Juliet's vagina and confirmed her wetness.

I slid down and crawled between her legs, kissing along one thigh, then the other, teasing her with hot breath against her vulva. She was moaning and rolling her hips, and I'd barely touched her. I settled my mouth over her sex and rolled my tongue slowly up her slit.

Juliet cried out when I slid around her hard clit, the large nub straining and well out of its fleshy hood. I sucked it gently, twirling it between my lips, then licked up and down her slippery seventeen-year old pussy.

I could have eaten her pussy all night. She tasted amazing, the sweetest cunt I'd ever been lucky enough to lick. There were notes of berries and honey, and thick, sweet cream.

She came so easily that I almost missed it. She moaned louder and rolled side-to-side lightly. Her body tensed up, and for a long moment, she was silent. "mmmmmmuuuuuhhhhh..." her sweet tones hit my ears as her climax swept through her, "mmmmooooohh... ooooooohhh... ooooooohhh... uuuuhhhnnn... uhnnnnn... oooh... ohhh..." She rocked passionately, not in a rush, her body writhing in a gentle rhythm.

I continued to eat her, lapping the sweet, slick juices which dripped from her vagina. Juliet never stopped writhing, and in moments, she came again, louder this time, a touch more urgency.

I moved over her and reached for a condom. "Would you like me to fuck you, Juliet?"

"God... yes... God... yes... Ohh... yesssss..."

I rolled the condom on quickly and held myself over her body. Her knees pulled back slightly, her thighs spreading further. I placed the head of my dick just inside her dark labia and pushed in.

Juliet's vagina was tight and slick, opening just enough to let me sink into her inch by inch. I pulled back slightly and pushed in again, over and over until I was fully within her body.

Her hands rose up and over my shoulders as I started to fuck her, the seventeen-year old's movements so amazing below me. She was in no hurry, and that made it feel more passionate, more sensual. I was fucking a seventeen-year old who was a better lay than most any other woman I'd been with.

God it felt amazing fucking her. Her tight pussy gripped me perfectly, just wide enough to let me in, but still narrow, the soft flesh there still young and tender. In and out, in and out, my weight shifted over Juliet as I pressed my lips to hers, our bodies coming together with each movement.

I could feel her start to tighten again, her hard clit pressing against my Mons. I tried to move my hips so that each thrust was deep, and each downstroke brought my flesh against her clit.

I felt her shudder, softly, almost gently. She moaned into my mouth. Her legs strained to my sides, and the long, throaty purr she spread in my mouth told me she was cumming again.

I fucked her steadily, so enjoying myself, so loving the unrushed manner in which the teen orgasmed. It was like being completely inside of her. The way her hands ran over my back, touching me so passionately, the way her pussy spasmed and grew wet when she came, it was like making love to someone who was wholly and intimately connected to me.

I only moved off her body when my arms began to grow weak. We kissed as I rolled onto my back. Juliet slid over top of me, running her hands along my chest and over my groin. She stroked my cock a moment, her eyes glazed, a look of sincere pleasure on her face.

Juliet moved down and pulled off the condom. She parted her lips and took me into her mouth. She moaned with me as she sucked me with the same passionate, unrushed manner in which we'd fucked. "Ohh... Juliet... you are amazing... ohhh..." I said. She moaned again and used her lips on the top of my cock while she stroked my shaft with her fingers.

I started to tense, my ass clenching, my hips moving on their own to slide in and out of her hand and mouth. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. "Gonna cum... ohhh... uhhhh... ohhhh..."

Juliet let go of my shaft with her fingers and sank her lips down as far as she could. Up and down she sucked my length, the head of my dick hitting the roof of her mouth each time, pre-ejaculate running freely into her throat.

Her eyes met mine as I started to ejaculate. "OOOHHH... OOOHHH... YESSS..." Semen rushed into her mouth from my body, pooling in her throat as she continued to rise and fall, her lips never slowing nor speeding up. I felt my orgasm rush into me as I flooded Juliet's mouth, and I cried out into the night without regard for who might hear.

My spurts slowed and I felt very sensitive suddenly. Juliet understood before I could say a word. She stopped her movements and held the tip of my penis in her mouth as she tried to swallow my load.

She nearly choked but refused to let me go, swallowing again and clearing her throat of my semen. Slowly, very slowly, she slid her tongue around my cock, cleaning the small rivulets of cum which had run down its length. I softened for a moment, but Juliet continued to make love to me with her mouth, and in moments, I was hard once more.

She climbed on top of me, holding my dick just below her vulva. I reached for a condom. Before I could pick it up, Juliet took me inside her body. I moaned at the contact. If her pussy had been amazing with the condom, it was nothing compared to feeling the teen's velvety channel slide down my length without one.

She leaned down and we kissed, our bodies starting to move together as she took me bareback. "Ohh... Quinn... ohhh..." Up and down she moved her hips, riding me with just enough movement to cause me to tense, but not enough to cause me to ejaculate quickly. She wanted it to last, and so did I.

We fucked like that a long time, no sense of urgency, just two lovers sharing a powerful coupling without a rush to orgasm. Her pussy continued to drool, her hole becoming more and more slippery, loosening only slightly. I caressed her wonderful small breasts, and slowly, slowly we both rose towards release.

She came first, rocking her hips, then rolling them, grinding her genitals onto mine. I was swelling inside her, Juliet's vagina clenching and holding me tight. She moaned her pleasure loudly, and as her orgasm crashed down, I felt fire burn through my body as I ejaculated into the seventeen-year old's pussy.

Spurt followed spurt as she writhed over me, cum filling her young hole and squishing out over her small, tender labia. Juliet didn't stop even when our orgasms were done. She rode me with the same lack of urgency she'd shown all night. I doubted I could go again so quickly, but it was long moments before my penis finally softened enough to slip out of her body and she grew still, her lips pressed tightly to mine as we moaned lightly together.

Goddamn. What can I say? Juliet was amazing.

She slid to my side, and we continued to kiss as I held her in my arms. She swung a leg up over my thigh, and slowly humped against me, bringing her hairy crotch close to mine over and over.

She wasn't ready to stop, and I wished I could get hard again. Instead, I pushed her onto her back again and lapped her into another slow-burning climax.

Juliet finally seemed sated, her clit sensitive and probably sore. She held her arms towards me and I settled again to kiss and hold her.

I remembered Tera suddenly. I surely needed to pick her up soon. If not for that, I'd have stayed at the lake all night with Juliet.

It took all my fatherly-instincts to muster the strength to finally say we needed to head back. We both broke away reluctantly. The smile on Juliet's face never left, and it made me feel incredible warmth to see that.

We didn't speak at all until we were in the car and headed back to the shelter. She finally said, "I've never done that before."

I thought she meant she was a virgin, but wasn't sure. "Which?"

"Let a guy cum in me."

"Mmm... it was wonderful."

"Yeah... I liked it... made me feel... so connected to you... letting you do that in me... I liked it a lot..."

"Juliet... thank you for tonight. I brought you out here to do something nice for you, but maybe I needed a nice night too... you were... wonderful. You made me feel wonderful."

She purred and leaned into me, pressing her cheek against my shoulder, resting an arm on my thigh. "You were wonderful, too... I... I wasn't sure what to think about you... I came out with you knowing... you know... that you might want to hurt me... But I wanted to take the chance that you didn't... thanks for making me feel good... I needed it..."

I kissed her forehead. "It won't be the last time..." I said, knowing without a doubt it was true, even if she would never know it, "if that's ok with you..."

"I wish I could just come live with you..."

For a few moments, I wished she could, too. I even considered inviting her to stay with me that night, but I remembered Tera, as well as how sad I would be to wake to find her gone and the night we shared lost from her memory.

"Maybe... one day..." I didn't want to destroy her hopes completely. "You're amazing, Juliet. Don't ever let anyone convince you otherwise. You made me feel very special tonight."

We pulled into the parking lot beside the shelter and Juliet kissed me hard. We didn't break our embrace until she finally pulled back, breathing heavily. "See me soon, Quinn. I know this was... just tonight, really... but... Please don't forget about me..."

I kissed her briefly, savoring the sweetness on her lips. "I'll see you very soon. And I will never forget about you..."

She slipped from the car and watched from the sidewalk as I somehow managed to get the car moving once more.

- - -

"It was over an hour ago. I thought you knew." Tera was not happy with me. She'd been stuck waiting since the dance closed. One of the managers had stayed with her. "I called you several times."

I cringed. "God. I'm sorry, Tera. I left my phone at home. I'm really sorry."

She climbed in and said nothing else for a while.

"Did you... have fun, at least?" I asked, truly sorry I had left her waiting so long.

"Yeah... it was fun." She softened a bit. "Danced with a couple of guys. One asked me on a date."

I felt pangs of jealousy. It was ridiculous, of course, but that's what I felt. "Oh... and you said 'yes'?"

"No, I told him 'no.' He's cute and all, but... nah... not Steven. Not my type."

"I didn't know you had a type."

"Uh... I don't know. He's younger than me... fourteen... not my thing..."

"Suppose that means you like older guys?"

She shrugged, "something like that."

Tera's nose wrinkled a bit, then she said, "what'd you do all night?"

"Uh... went to the shelter like I said, talked to some nice people."

"Why do you smell like sex?" Sometimes, my daughter could be very direct.

"Uh... I did meet someone..."

"Bout time... I can smell her on you..."

Something about that instant was very arousing. My daughter was smelling Juliet's wet pussy, my warm sperm, and given what I knew about her from previous conversations, I wondered if her vagina was growing wet thinking about me having sex.

"Ah... yeah... sorry. That's what made me late. I promise... it won't happen again."

"Ok, ok... I'm just glad you found someone to... spend time with. I hate you being alone, you know..."

"Thanks," I replied, "but I'm not alone. I've got you."

"Yeah, but I'm not putting out like she is..."

She stared at me a moment, then we broke into laughter. "That's true... maybe it's time you started earning your keep." That brought more laughter, but inside, knowing my daughter had been thinking about me sexually, there was thrilling edge to my mirth.

"Oh really? So, what, a girl has to put out to live with you?"

"Well... haha... any girl but you, I suppose, yes."

"I think you've had enough putting out for one night, Dad. I'll save it for when I get caught doing something wrong. Then it has some value..."

I laughed again, replied, "deal. But there's always value..."

I wasn't sure quite where I was going, but I broke off the thought before I wandered into deeper waters. I was still buzzed from making love with Juliet, tired, and not wholly thinking straight. I didn't want to do anything to ruin the night.

Tera stared at me a moment, "yeah... I know," she said, then looked away and grew quiet. We said little else the rest of the night, and Tera went to bed shortly after we arrived home. I did the same moments later, jumbled thoughts of Juliet and my daughter fighting for my attention.