It was more than a week ago, now, but I couldn't stop thinking about that night. That shameful night. That disgusting night. A night I most desperately hoped would remain locked in the silence of the three participants. And make no mistake -- a night I would love to repeat.

-o0o-

I had been home, late in the evening, sipping at my third or fourth drink. My wife of sixteen years was working the overnight nursing shift at the hospital. My fourteen-year-old daughter, Aubrey, had just gone upstairs to bed.

I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly, standing in my living room was the figure of a man. He must have come in through the garage, and then in through the kitchen door I had left unlocked. I usually took care to secure it.

Although it was a warm spring evening, the intruder was dressed in long sleeves, dark, and a ski mask. In his hand he held a rather heavy-looking handgun. He didn't point it at me -- in fact, he simply stood there rather nonchalantly.

But one thing I can tell you. The instant I saw him I had no doubt he would get whatever he wanted from our home that evening.

-o0o-

"Wake-up honey. Aubrey, wake up."

"Huh, Dad? What's the matter? What time is it?"

"Hush, honey, listen to me. I don't want you to be afraid, but you have to listen to me carefully."

"Dad, what is it?"

"Shh, just listen. We're not alone. In a second, the bedroom light is going to turn on, and you'll see there's another man in here. I don't want you to scream. He says that if we cooperate, nobody will get hurt. OK?" Her lovely eyes, which I could see well enough in the dim light, widened appreciably. She nodded silently.

Seeing this from his post, the intruder flipped on Aubrey's bedroom light.

Aubrey gasped, and blinked rapidly in the sudden illumination, but bless her heart, she didn't scream. The intruder brandished the steel in his hand, but didn't point it directly at either of us. Quietly, my brave little girl spoke.

"What does he want, Daddy?"

"I need you to be really brave, Sweetheart. He wants ... he wants to ... he wants to have sex with you. Do you know what that means?"

"What! Daddy, do something! I know what sex is. And I know what rape is! Daddy, don't let him do it!"

"Oh, Aubrey, I wish I could stop him. But he's made it very clear: if we cooperate, we live. If we don't, we die."

The intruder, not having spoken yet in Aubrey's presence, waved the gun around as if to emphasize the point I was making on his behalf.

"Daddy, I've never even had sex. Doesn't it hurt? Won't I get pregnant? Daddy, I'm afraid."

"Oh, Sweetheart, I wish there was something else we could do, but there isn't. Yes, it might hurt a bit the first time, but not too badly if you relax and don't fight it. And it does feel better later -- otherwise no one would have sex, right?" She nodded slightly. "Honey, doin't get me wrong, it is really awful that you have to deal with this at all, and you are way too young, but you're going to be all right, OK?"

She nodded, nervously, her eyes darting back and forth from me to the silent figure of the intruder.

"As far as pregnancy is concerned, I doubt it. When did you last period start?"

"Gross, Daddy! I don't want to talk about that stuff with you, especially not in front of HIM!"

"Honey, it's important. When was it?"

"Um, almost four weeks ago."

"Well, see, you're completely out of the risky window. You won't get pregnant."

"Daddy, do I have to?

"I wish you didn't, Princess, but he says if you don't, you and I are both goners." The masked man nodded vigorously. He was only a little over five feet tall, and wouldn't look in the slightest bit menacing if he hadn't been holding that gun. But holding it he was.

"Aubrey, I'm afraid there is something even worse."

"Something worse? What could worse?"

"He says he has to make sure we never tell anybody that this happened. Otherwise, he'll have to kill us anyway."

"We won't tell! Will we, Dad?" my precious little teen daughter insisted, now energetically looking back and forth between me and the invader.

"No, we won't, but I already tried to reason with him, downstairs, before he marched me up here at gunpoint. That's not good enough for him. So he's going to make us do something so shameful, so humiliating, that in our guilt we'll be sure to keep quiet. And oh, Honey, when you hear what it is, you'll understand he's right. He's going to make us do something so disgusting that we'll never want to tell a soul, not even your Mom."

"What, Daddy, what?"

"He's going to make us have sex with each other, first. Then he's going to tie me to that chair and make me watch him have sex with you, too. I'm sorry, Aubrey."

-o0o-

A few minutes later the masked and taciturn man was seated in the rocking chair beneath Aubrey's "Hello Kitty" poster, his gun draped casually across his lap, while I disrobed my fourteen-year-old daughter.

Despite the bizarre and threatening circumstances, I couldn't help but appreciate the delicate beauty of my little girl. She was about five-foot-one, say ninety pounds, and as cute as they come. Her big brown eyes grew even bigger as I unbuttoned her flannel pajama top to expose her little A-cup breasts capped with pink nipples. The man grunted, in apparent appreciation at this sight.

My brave little girl didn't utter a peep of complaint as I continued with my task. I pushed the garment back over her shoulders and helped her draw her slender arms out of the sleeves.

My hands were practically trembling with nervousness, and as I grasped the waistband of her pajama bottoms, I hesitated. Glancing back at our captor, I met his eyes. They sparkled, as though he were smiling behind his ski mask. He simply nodded, and so with renewed resolve I returned to my task.

"I'm sorry Honey. I need you to lift your bottom."

"Yes Daddy."

She lifted and I pulled, smoothly sliding her red flannel PJs and her white cotton panties together down her slender thighs. I paused when they were just above her knees, and gasped.

My precious child's hips had been broadening over the past couple of years, and so her smooth white curves were both womanly and childlike. Her pelvic arch was wide, for her thighs were still slender, so although her legs were closed, her gap was so prominent that I could have nonetheless easily slid my hand between her soft thighs to cup her mound.

And what a mound! Perhaps it was its near hairlessness, for only a feeble tuft of wispy hair, slightly darker than her honey-brown tresses, adorned her virginal muffin. Or maybe it was her juvenile build, which had yet to develop the supporting layers of fat to surround her pelvic center. Or perhaps she was in fact especially endowed in this regard. But whatever the reason, her prominent bulge was a puffy, fat-lipped, velvet-smooth, untouched glory to behold. I felt my own groin stir, whether I willed it or not. A low whistle from the direction of the rocking chair rudely reminded me of the situation. I tore my eyes away from my daughter's imperiled innocence long enough to completely remove her pajama bottoms.

I arose from sitting on Aubrey's bed, and put my hand to the fly of my jeans to begin disrobing myself. I turned to the masked man. "Please don't make me do this."

He just chuckled, and half-heartedly gestured with his weapon. It looked as though I was going to have to fuck my daughter, and then watch him do the same. My heart was racing, and my respiration was heavy. But not in anxiety, nor in fear, nor in grief.

No, the source of my adrenaline was even more primitive. It was lust. Whatever admittedly mixed emotions I had felt when I had first awakened my daughter, the sight of her nubile nudity had ensured that only one emotion remained: sexual urgency. I knew I should be hating myself, but instead I was impatiently urging myself onward.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and quickly shucked my jeans and briefs off. My turgid prick was bouncing in the air before me. Now it was Aubrey's turn to gasp. In instinctual response at the sight of what was probably the first erect, adult male penis she had ever seen, she covered her crotch with one hand, and her breasts with the opposite forearm. Her eyes betrayed outright fear. These sights made my treacherous cock bounce in pleasure.

This was my own daughter, for crying out loud! She lay naked before me, about to be coerced into intercourse with her own father. In addition to whatever concern that taboo might engender in her, she also seemed physically fearful of the admittedly oversized cock about to deflower her in incestuous union. But where this should have caused me great pain, and thrown me at the intruder's feet in supplication or at his body in fatherly rage, instead it elicited a tickling sensation of pleasure in my scrotum, and caused a drop of precum to swell at the tip of my rod.

"Let me warm her up first, at least," I pleaded, my voice husky in anticipation. I hoped that Aubrey would mistake the odd timbre of my voice for pain and frustration. "Don't make me stick it right in. Can I at least relax her -- you know, with my mouth?"

The masked man smiled with his eyes as he silently nodded. I was sure he knew the truth. He knew I wasn't really asking to make Aubrey's ordeal a little easier. He knew I was asking to gratify my own twisted need to savor the sweet peach laid out before me.

Heck, I hadn't really even been asking permission. I could have simply gone right down on her, for he had not demanded any particular sequence of incestuous acts in service of his blackmail leverage. No, this was all me, and he seemed to know it. I was asking out loud only because I wanted Aubrey to blame him for what I was about to do for my own sick pleasure.

-o0o-

I tried to be gentle. I tried to restrain myself, to kiss her inner thighs, to breathe gently upon her sex, to draw her out a bit before I dove right in. But the friction of her baby pink coverlet against my steel-hard rod, in alliance with the taunting pout of her untried little schoolgirl cunt, made short work of any such methodical design.

My tongue swept through her groove within the first few moments, and her flavor sent me into paroxysms of pussyfeasting. My thumbs spread her meaty fucklips to aid my tongue in its delving, and for the next few minutes the heartiest team of Clydesdales would have had trouble hauling my face out of my little eighth-grader's crotch.

"What is that, Daddy ... what are you doing ... uhhn ... Daddy, you ... uhnn ... mmmmm."

Through my dim awareness I realized that my efforts were causing Aubrey some pleasure, and the rational part of my brain took some solace in the fact that this experience might not be too horrible for my daughter. As my initial oral lust began to be sated, my pelvic need grew to predominate. Half reluctantly, I pulled my face out of Aubrey's schoolgirl pleasure treasure and crawled up between her coltish young thighs.

"Ohhh, Daddy ... why did you stop?" her eyes fluttered open, then grew as large as saucers when she felt the nudge of my cock-knob in her adolescent crease.

"Shhh, Baby. Daddy has to do this, then everything will be okay."

"Oh, Daddy, do you really have to put it -- UNGH! -- Oww, Daddy, take it out!"

Take it out? Right! Instead, I drove it in, feeling something tear within the sloppy wet channel of my daughter's virgin sex. In fact, my progress barely slowed at all until I found myself almost fully seated in her youthful, protesting vagina. Aubrey's little hands pressed up against my chest, trying to push me off of her tiny, violated body, but to no avail. As the sleeve of her girlish hole convulsed around my embedded bone, I finally began to slightly withdraw, not in mercy but in measured preparation for my next thrust.

And ... BOOM -- in I plunged, and ... OOOH -- out I pulled and ... BAM -- in I slammed, and AHHH -- out I slid, and ... IN -- and...

I was lost in the ecstasy. It felt as though the entire universe was centered on our joined loins, and all of history had this moment as its end and purpose. The exquisite warmth and swampy pressure of my little girl's cockslot rippled around my member in cooperative urgency.

As a moment of perception broke through my bestially rutting mind, I realized that Aubrey was now thrusting up at me with her pubescent pelvis, meeting me with a moist, welcoming, enveloping, and very obedient young cunt.

She was enjoying it! This simply added to the red haze of my lust, and inspired me to drive my hips into hers with even greater abandon. Her quiet little grunts accompanied my heavy thrusts, adding an aural stimulant to my already overheated libido. In moments, I was cresting over the edge, as a bell-ringing orgasm shook my core. As those first few electric strokes ravaged my senses, I felt my sweet precocious daughter spasm around me in an astonishing climax of her own -- just in time for her novice nook to greedily squeeze gouts of fatherly semen from my gushing prick.

I collapsed on top of Aubrey, breathing heavily, but I continued to glory in the sensation of her sweet hole continuing to undulate around a proud Daddy's penis. Imagine, during her first sexual encounter, a virtual rape, at gunpoint, with a torn hymen and incestuous partner, my brave little girl had managed to achieve an orgasm that a much more experienced woman would envy. What a delightful discovery -- Daddy's Little Girl had one prodigy of a puss!

-o0o-

I had almost forgotten the masked man, but after a minute of so of afterglow, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Reluctantly, I withdrew from Aubrey's sloppy little box, which made an audible post-coital burp, and pulled myself up off the bed. I barely resisted at all as he tied my arms to the arms of the rocking chair, my mind dazed and my fuck-covered prick lying lazily along my bare thigh.

The masked man left his shirt on, but removed his sweatpants to reveal an impressive penis for his size. Unsurprisingly, he was very erect. I watched him climb into bed with my sweet child and take his pleasure for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. Aubrey looked over at me anxiously from time to time, but at others her eyes half-lidded, and her body responded to this mating much as it had to mine. Frankly, my primary sensation at this wasn't rage at her rapist but jealousy over the possession of his victim.

When he finished, he got off the bed and looked over at me. My daughter's eyes were still closed in a sex-haze when the intruder spoke for the first time in front of her. It was clear he was attempting to disguise his voice, although a slight foreign accent was detectable.

"I think I will have to make sure you two are really ashamed of tonight, so you will never report this." He gave me a significant look, and without my daughter seeing me, I nodded vigorously. "I want to see you two fuck one more time."

-o0o-

Aubrey and I didn't even see him leave, since he exited about the time we were approaching another crescendo of mutual passion. However, before either of us climaxed, Aubrey noticed his absence and mentioned it to me, almost in passing. "Daddy, I think he's gone." I continued to plow into her eagerly participating pubis. "Oh, yes Daddy, keep doing it -- just like that."

-o0o-

So now more than a week later, I still couldn't get that night out of my mind. After we'd reached the clearly unforced completion of our second incestuous coupling, Aubrey and I agreed that we could never tell anyone, not even her mother, about what we'd been forced to do. Especially not her mother.

Since then, she had caught me looking at her more than once in a rather unfatherly way, and her smile on those occasions seemed to suggest that she didn't mind my lecherous memories or attention. I couldn't help but start to imagine that a repeat performance might be available, if I simply made an attempt. Whenever I had such a thought, a lurch in my trousers argued that I would indeed be making such an attempt again, very soon.

However, that was a matter for another time. Now, as I sat alone at a table in the company lunch room, enjoying the reverie of that night and its promised sequels, I noticed a coworker, Kwang Se "Kevin" Park, making his way across the space to join me. Kevin and I weren't what you'd call friends, but we had a very congenial working relationship. Kevin and his family lived in a different suburb from ours, and so our family never really socialized with them.

As the thought of Kevin's family crossed my mind, an image of Kevin's thirteen-year-old daughter, Seung Young, came to me. She was nearly Aubrey's age, and although they attended different school systems, they might have been great friends if they were ever to be introduced. However, I didn't believe such an introduction would be either likely or wise.

Kevin sat down at the table with me.

"How is your family, Frank?"

"It's never been better. Thanks for asking. How's yours?"

"Great, thanks. My wife and our eldest are visiting her folks in Korea. It's just me and my younger daughter."

"Oh, Seung Young didn't go with her, huh?"

"Nope. She has a ballet recital this weekend, so had to stay behind with me."

I pictured the little girl, who often visited her father's office on school holidays. I imagined all four-foot-six and seventy-five pounds, wearing a tight ballet bodysuit, her long silky black hair tied up in a dancer's bun. Then I thought of her astonishing dark almond eyes. I wondered if Kevin was enjoying the same mental image, because his next words could have been to cue.

"After the recital Saturday night, you'll find the toy gun in the bushes along the south side of our house. Come in through the sliding back door. Remember to say as little as possible, so she doesn't someday recognize your voice. And this time, YOU get sloppy seconds!"