("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: (Tickle.txt (M/f, Inc) Authors name: (c) Copyright 1997 Rhymer Story Title : TICKLE MONSTER ******************************************************** Another sick-o father daughter incest story. This was written as adult entertainment and must be with held from children, and persons under 18 year old. Under penalty of law. ****************** Kristen's collection **************** 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 daugh- ter, Josephine. Jill and I are very close and this was 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, pas- sionate night that was! The way things are looking, she won't be back until sometime in November, and until then we'll have to be content with phone sex and mas- turbation. I'll tell you up front that I can't stand to mas- turbate. 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 in many variations. And 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 had 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 night-stand, and went to work on my- self, all the while conjuring up images of fucking my delightfully luscious wife. I'm no porn stud, but I do have a nice thick six-incher, and Jill's made it clear any number of times just how much she loves to suck, lick, bite, and fuck my love-rod. 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 knock- ing. 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 bud- ding 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 move- ment. "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 sheets and the strings of sperm on 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 embarrassed. " 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. Why don't we take advantage of the sit- uation, 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 shirt, 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-lipid 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 suck- ing 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 mastur- bate. " 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 mas- turbate 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 ex- tremely 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 discernible, 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 in- side 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 little slit. "Oh, yes, Daddy," she gasped. 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 ex- cellent 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 breathlessly 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 a minute later, it felt like a vein had burst in my head, it was so intense. I shot so much come into her that some 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 re- covered 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. 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 ======================================================== PROTECT OUR CHILDREN - THEY ARE OUR FUTURE Even though this story is about sex with a young person, there is no avocation toward performing these acts in real life. This story is meant as entertainment for those who enjoy the unusual kinky side of written erotica. Please use this material responsibly, keep if out of the hands of irresponsible, or minor persons. Thank you. K ========================================================