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Authors name: Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)
Story title : Nobody Loves Me Like My Daughter

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Nobody Loves Me Like My Daughter (Mf, exh, inc, ws, 
reluc, ped) 
by Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)

***

Daddy tries to make his little girl feel better.

***

My name is John Ruby. I am married to a cold, but 
attractive woman named Beth, and have a beautiful 
daughter named Susan. I guess it's not a new story. Beth 
and I met when we were 15, fucked often, and got 
pregnant. We thought we were in love, well sort of, and 
I wanted to do the right thing. Our parents refused at 
first, but 3 weeks before the due date, gave their 
consent, and we were married. 

Beth and I had both planned to go to school. But we 
could not afford it on our own. Her parents were better 
off than mine, and they paid for her education. I stayed 
home with Susan. My dream was to be a Journalist and 
maybe write a novel or two. I was 21 years old when I 
finished my first book. It was a Dungeons and Dragon 
tale that did surprisingly well.

I write about less than perfect heroes, shattered 
dreams, broken promises and barely recognized lusts. 
Throw in a she-devil and an innocent princess in mortal 
danger, and you've got a story that people seem to 
enjoy. The pay was not great but damn, I was an Author! 
I soon found work writing short stories, and articles 
for D&D magazine, and later for their web site. 

It was enough that I could feed my family and rent to 
own a three bedroom home. Beth worked part time while 
she was in school, and with the occasional helping hand 
from our parents, we were fine. For fun I hone my 
writing under various pen names on the internet, 
including this one (my most popular) Jaz1701.

If you've read my other stories then you know I have a 
thing for rape and incest stories that are written a 
certain way. I am 30 now, and have enjoyed force, 
submission tales since I was a kid, certainly long 
before I met my wife or my daughter.

While I was establishing myself at D&D Beth was 
finishing law school.

By the time I published my third book, she had landed a 
job at Pierce, Whitman, and Doyle, a prestigious law 
firm in CT. It was a 45 minute commute to our home in 
Voorhees NJ. Beth was smart, worked hard, and thanks in 
part to her father's connections did well. Unfortunately 
the amount of time she had to devote to her schooling 
and then her career left very little for me and Susan.

I was still attracted to her physically. I enjoyed 
fucking my wife. I still got a thrill out of making her 
grunt, seeing her eyes snap open, and then glaze over in 
shock as I fucked my fat cock into her barely willing, 
slightly wet snatch.

She was a good lay but not very adventurous. She did not 
particularly like oral sex, and anal was completely out.

You may not be able to understand this but, well here 
goes. As my wife and I loved each other less, I enjoyed 
fucking her more. I'd pin her beneath me, spread her 
demure ladylike legs wide, and hold them open. I loved 
looking at her tight, and tasty pussy. Sniffing it 
obscenely. I'd lick her juices, enjoying her thin sneer 
of disgust, of uncontrolled lust.

I loved sucking her cunt in the morning, or after an 
intense workout. When she wasn't fresh, when she was 
sweaty and slightly stinky. Her embarrassment was 
exciting. Making her cum, scream out in a joy that she 
usually denied me was a small triumph I know, but I 
savored it. My absolute favorite was to pin my snobbish 
little wife beneath me, to fuck her just a little bit 
harder, and a lot longer than I should. Not quite enough 
that she could complain, but the thought of her forced 
submission still makes me hard, still brings a snicker 
and a grin to my eyes when I think about it. 

You see I liked to humble her with my thick cock. I'd 
imagine that I was raping her, that I was looking her in 
the eye and ripping away her virginity. Sometimes I'd 
chuckle to myself as I forced her to orgasm. I'd get 
hard as I thrust inside my victim. I pretended she was 
begging me for mercy, screaming in fear while I raped my 
wife all night. Our sex was so "love-less" it was easy 
to imagine that it was rape.

Oh don't worry I made sure she came plenty. Beth was a 
wet, juicy, sexy mess when I finished licking her tits 
and fucking her cunt. But as soon as it was over, as 
soon as we came, she wanted my cock out of her. I knew 
that but I always made her ask me. I always stayed 
inside her, kissing her unresponsive mouth while I was 
half hard in her pussy. 

She was a proud woman, and hated doing that. She always 
tried to give subtle clues, quiet hints. I ignored them. 
I'd grab a tit in my hand and one in my mouth and 
slobber on her, pinch her. Pretending that I did it for 
her pleasure. If she left me inside her slick pussy long 
enough I'd get hard again. At times She'd try to wiggle 
out from under me, but I was too strong. I'd hold her 
down and fuck her. Other times she'd remain perfectly 
still, trying to demonstrate her lack of interest. That 
was the best. 

I love staying still inside an unwilling vagina. Feeling 
her most private warmth, her most intimate caress, 
involuntarily attempt to expel my invader. Either way, 
when round two began she would become frustrated and 
usually mutter something like "Honestly John, not 
again..."

("Yes bitch, again, heh, giggle, snicker snort, chuckle, 
grin. I'll fuck you as long as I damned well please you 
cold bitch. This is all you are good for, so shut up, 
take my meat, and LIKE it, slut!" I'd think to myself as 
I dripped my sweat, spittle, and sperm on and inside my 
wife a second time). 

In reality I knew she wanted me to leave her alone when 
we were done, but I'd caress her clit, and fumble with 
her ass like an amateur until she'd ask me to leave her 
pussy alone in an exasperated tone. She had to say the 
words like a good little girl. She had to ask me for 
permission. It was just our little ritual, joke between 
lovers. Staying inside her longer than I was welcome 
gave our sex a spicy, rapey flavor that I enjoyed.

Beth knew another child would ruin her career. By the 
time I put a condom on, and she added some spermicidal, 
the spontaneity, and romance was usually gone. Add in 
the fact that she was mentally and physically exhausted 
most of the time and well, we just began to drift apart. 
Over time, the rape fantasies were all I had left, the 
only good, healthy connection we had.

It was a slow process, it took years before we admitted 
it to ourselves, and even longer before we could say it 
out loud. I was staying with her for our daughter's 
sake. I believe she was staying with me for her career. 
It was still an old boy's club. Bad enough she had a 
child, and was forced to marry at 16, but to have that 
marriage fail, to be divorced at 25--would be career 
suicide.

So our marriage hobbled along. Occasionally we were 
happy, rarely sad.

Usually we were bored, with each other. As much fun as 
it was to mock-rape Beth it was nowhere near as good as 
true love. If you have ever fucked a woman who is simply 
limp, who merely endures you...it's pathetic. No matter 
how good the sex is it makes you feel dirty. Cumming 
inside a person who really does not want you is like 
pissing, it's just fluid. I needed more, and to be 
honest so did she. We both wanted to be loved, to feel 
close to the person we were fucking. That was impossible 
for us. 

My daughter Susan was growing up. She was understandably 
a daddy's girl. Oh she loved her mother, respected her, 
but they were not close. By the time my wife reached out 
for her it was too late. She was a teenager, While not a 
stranger, her mother was more like a benevolent aunt, an 
old family friend. Beth realized the coolness but 
instead of fighting for her daughter's love, threw 
herself into work even more.

When Beth turned 30 she was given a raise and a 
significant promotion. I still made good money (45 to 
$50,000), but this was the first time she made more than 
me...a lot more.

"John I think it is time we talked. We've both seen this 
coming for a long time. I think it's time we consider a 
legal separation. I hope we can be civilized about this. 
If you give me the Mercedes, I'll move out, and we can 
split our bills and bank account 50/50. I think it would 
make sense if you have primary custody of Susan for now. 
I'll want monthly visitation and alternating holidays. 
If we keep this simple I can draw up the paperwork 
myself and we can avoid the expense of hiring lawyers."

She had obviously rehearsed it. It was calm, cool 
logical, just like my Beth. I did not hate her. But, 
well still it hurt. I had loved this woman once (well 
close enough), spent half of my life as her husband, and 
it was over. Her firm had Apts. that Partners and Sr. 
associates could use.

She moved out the next day.

Like any kid Susan was upset she was a sensitive 14 yr. 
old. "Dad is mom ever coming back, there's still a 
chance right. It's only a separation right?"

"I'm sorry sweetie, your mom and I both love you very 
much, and we still care about each other, we always 
will. It's just...well it's just time we both moved on. 
I want your mom to be happy, and she wants the same for 
me."

I hugged my daughter tight and she had a good cry. That 
night she made a strange request.

"Dad, I can't sleep. Can I get in bed with you, please."

It was an innocent request, from the person I love most 
in the world. she was in pain and needed her daddy. I 
had a king size bed...so I figured why not.

Susan scrambled into bed next to me. My daughter had on 
one of my old t-shirts and pair of panties. Her nipples 
were clearly visible, but...she was my daughter. She 
gave me a hug and a kiss good night. I expected her to 
move away, to her own side. But she did not. She 
shifted, and snuggled and nestled close to me, for 
warmth, for comfort.

I could smell her, I could feel her small breasts 
burning into me. She lifted my arm and draped it over 
her, and it rested on her firm round ass. It had been so 
long since I felt loved like this. Since a woman wanted 
my touch, needed to feel me. I drifted off to sleep with 
a smile on my face.

I awoke the next morning, happy and relaxed. It did not 
last. Somehow while we were sleeping I had spooned my 
daughter. My underwear were crusty and damp, my cock was 
hard and pressed tight into her panties. My hands 
covered both of her tits possessively.

I realized that the reason I woke up was because I was 
about to cum. Hard. I tried to stop it, but I was too 
far gone. "No, oh shit, noo!" I screamed to myself as I 
abused my daughter's trust. I felt another load of cum 
seep onto her ass. My hands closed on her fat baby tits 
and pinched them. My cock kept thrusting, harder, 
faster, deeper. Somewhere in the middle, she woke up.

"Daddy? What're you doing? Daddy are you ok?" I could 
not think of anything, I was so ashamed, and frightened. 
My wife was a lawyer for christsake. If she found out, 
she'd destroy me. So I did the only thing I could think 
of, I pretended I was asleep. I mumbled aloud, "I love 
you Beth, please don't leave me..." and then pretended 
to drift off to sleep.

My daughter grew still. My hands stayed on her young 
tits, and my semi hard cock was wedged in her panties.
A part of me relished the fact that she was awake, that 
she silently endured her daddy's hands on her tits, his 
cock and cum on her ass. That's how it started. 

My daughter never said a word to me the next day about 
me cumming, or squeezing her tits. When I woke up the 
next morning she had gone downstairs to fix my 
breakfast. 

I came in the kitchen and she gave me a hug, and a shy 
smile.

"Morning Sweetie, mmm that was the best night's sleep 
I've had in a long while. How about you, did you enjoy 
sleeping with you old dad?" I asked as I bent down and 
kissed her lightly, rubbing my tongue across her lips 
briefly, before picking her up by her arm pits and 
clutching her to me, keeping her there by supporting her 
ass like a little girl. 

"She seemed surprised by my affection, but said, um yeah 
dad, I slept pretty good. Uh, I'm glad you enjoyed me, 
um sleeping with me, er sleeping next to me...daddy put 
me down and I'll get you some coffee."

Slowly I let her tits and pussy slide down my body. Her 
crotch rested on my hard on for several seconds as I 
hugged her hard, rubbing into her. I kissed her again, 
and gave her ass a squeeze and a firm pat.

"Thanks, daddy could use something hot to drink. Bring 
it over here and you can sit on daddy's lap while we 
read the paper together."

""Uh...um ok daddy. I'll be right there."

Over the next few months my Daughter became the woman of 
my house the woman of my life. She cooked and cleaned. 
She hugged me and actually gave a damn when I talked to 
her, she listened. She was everything her mother was 
not. My cock seemed to fit naturally into her. Her body 
was the perfect height and weight for me. She spent a 
lot of time in my lap, sitting on my dick. 

We never spoke of it, I just accepted, expected my 
daughter's presence in my bed. Once a week or so she 
just needed her daddy. I looked forward to it. We'd 
snuggle up tight, and somewhere in the night I'd cum I'd 
bury my cock in her panty clad cunt, or sweet little 
ass, and fuck her. I'd pretend I was sleeping, I knew 
she was awake. I'd just ram her as hard as I could, hold 
her, squeeze her until I came. Sometimes I'd rub her 
pussy through her gown, or frantically reach inside for 
bare tit meat. I'd always mumble something like, "Oh 
Beth I love you, I need you baby, let me have you, don't 
leave me, please, I love you..." 

I'd dry-fuck my 15 yr. old, hold her in my arms while I 
rested, and then fuck the sweet little angel again, and 
if possible, again.

I'm not stupid, I knew what I was doing was irregular. 
The feelings I had for my daughter were not completely 
proper for a daddy to have. I almost always felt a 
twinge of guilt the next morning. She never said a word, 
never questioned why my hands cupped her, why my cock 
was so hard. Maybe she really slept through it all, I'd 
lie to myself. Maybe she thought it was normal., I'd 
think . "Maybe she liked it, after all she came to MY 
bed. She did not have to do that."

I don't know how long things might have continued if she 
had not had her accident.

It was stupid really. She was coming home from school 
and a kid was riding his bike. Neither one was paying 
attention. She saw him right before he hit her, and 
jumped into the street to avoid him. The truck that hit 
her ripped tendons in her hip, severely bruised her 
ankle, her left leg, and broke her arm.

My wife arrived at the hospital two hours after I did. 
She was concerned and appeared to be mildly irritated at 
the interruption. Once she found out Susan would live, 
and require minimal hospitalization she seemed ready to 
leave. I called her on it

"Beth we are still married, your daughter is going to 
need help. She needs you. Surely you are coming home. 
You can move back in for a few weeks, can't you?" 

"John I'm sorry but I have opening arguments tomorrow 
morning on a major trial. One of our largest clients is 
being brought up on charges of tax evasion. If I win he 
will give all of his legal concerns to our firm. That's 
millions of dollars per year. I'll make Jr. Partner. I 
have to focus. If Susan was dying it would be different. 
I need you to handle this. I'll check in when I can. 
Thanks John," she said as she kissed me on the cheek and 
left.

The doctor's decided to keep her in the hospital for 
observation overnight Her left hip was severely bruised 
and swollen. She had twisted her right ankle pretty bad. 
Her right arm and wrist were clean breaks. She had a 
mild concussion and less severe bruises on her chest and 
back. The kid was a pitiful, painful mess--but she would 
be fine, eventually. 

Her doctor felt she was well enough to go home the next 
day so our HMO would not pay for her to stay. I was 
alone with a 15 yr. old girl who could not dress, shower 
or go to the bathroom unassisted. It sure would have 
been nice (real fucking nice) to have a loving 
wife/mother there to help. 

It was clear that Susan felt the same way. The 
separation and pending divorce were bad enough. But She 
felt her mom would be there when she really needed her.
We were both wrong. 

To be fair, Beth did call once, sometimes twice a day 
that first week. She visited on Sunday but Susan said 
she was too tired to see visitors. 

And. That. Was. That.

The first night I brought her home was an experience. 
She could not walk unassisted. The Doctor had given her 
a powerful controlled medicine for pain. It made her 
dizzy and sleepy. I carried her to her bed, and sat 
down.

"Honey are you hungry can I get you anything? Some 
water, a glass of juice?"

"No dad I'm tired just wanna go to bed." 

"Ok let me help you get undressed sweetie." We were both 
uncomfortable, I was very nervous at first. My hands 
were trembling as I stripped my little girl. The sweater 
wasn't too bad. It buttoned down the front. It felt 
awkward peeling open her shirt, exposing her bra to me. 
I could not help but brush my fingers across her padded 
nipples. So soft, so silky.

"Do you want daddy to take off your bra...ok baby I'll 
leave it on for now," I said in mild disappointment.

Next I laid her down and pulled her jeans off. It was 
not easy. Her hip was jostled and she cried out in pain. 
I vowed that she would be as close to naked as possible, 
so long as I was dressing/undressing her. After all it 
was just us, why should cause her pain? 

When I pulled her jeans down, I accidentally pulled her 
panties down too. 

Susan was so out of it, from pain and drugs, she did not 
realize it but her pussy mound was exposed to me. I 
stared at her puffy, pouty, pussy lips and licked mine. 
So tender, so delectable. I decided it was easier to 
pull them all the way off, rather than embarrass her by 
calling attention to her lack of panties.

Then I pulled the sheet over her, and kissed her gently. 
"Sleep well angel, daddy's here."

About 3 hours later I heard a noise, it was my daughter. 
I had drifted off to a deep sleep while watching TV. She 
had apparently been calling me for some time and was 
quite frantic.

"What is it sweetie, I'm sorry what do you need."

"Dad where were you, hurry I have to go, I have to pee, 
NOW!" 

One bathroom was downstairs, the other was in the master 
bedroom. I tried to help her out of the bed, to guide 
her as she hobbled towards my bathroom at the end of the 
long hallway. I was too slow.

"Dad please, I'm not gonna make it, help me!" 

I picked my half naked daughter up and ran for the 
bathroom. We almost made it.

"Oh, oh...no, shit. Oh my god daddy I'm so sorry, I 
can't help it", my 15 yr. old cried in shame as she wet 
herself. Jets of her piss sprayed me, dripping on me, 
drenching my clothes as I carried her. I jumped into the 
shower and held her tight as she wet me. 

"It's ok baby it's not your fault. I'm the one who fell 
asleep. Go on and pee Susan, daddy does not mind, let it 
out. I love you baby girl. I love you."

The hand I was supporting her ass with was slippery and 
wet. She was sobbing uncontrollably now, humiliated that 
she had pissed on her father. She did not notice as I 
slipped two fingers in her pussy, to help hold her lips 
open, as her yellow stream continued to flow. 

We stood there for a couple minutes, My hands were still 
under her ass, my fingers in her sopping pussy, dripping 
in warm piss. I never felt closer to my daughter than I 
did in that moment. I rocked her, told her that it was 
ok, that I loved her and did not mind a bit. She just 
kept sobbing. I couldn't think of anything else to do. I 
wanted to stop her tears, to take her mind off of it. So 
I bent down and kissed her mouth hard. It was a long, 
wet hungry kiss. I sucked her tongue, nibbled her lips 
as I massaged her damp pussy, and hugged her tight. 
She stopped in mid sob, she was completely surprised.

"Dad...?"

"Susan I want you to listen very carefully to me. I am 
your daddy. I love you very much. You will not ever be 
embarrassed in front of me again. Over the next few 
weeks I will see you naked plenty of times. I'm allowed 
to. I will touch, and caress, and fondle every part of 
you. It is natural. I will spread your legs, open and 
wash your little pussy, and help you wipe your ass. I 
will be dressing and undressing you. If I need to I'll 
put you in diapers and change them. I've done it before, 
and I can do it again."

"I absolutely love you and I WANT to take care of you. 
It hurts me to think you are embarrassed in front of me. 
Of course, it's only fait if I get to see you naked, get 
to touch your privates, you have the right to do the 
same to me. After all you are the woman of the house 
now. Now, are we clear...good. Then lets get us both 
cleaned up. If you hold onto the rail can you stand, 
support yourself?"

I set my daughter down and unsnapped her bra. Her perky 
tits jiggled a little in greeting. Then I quickly took 
my piss soaked clothes off and turned on the shower. I 
could not help getting hard, as the warm water ran over 
us. I took the liquid soap and began lathering Susan up 
with my hands. I rinsed her face and neck and then moved 
to her stomach, thighs , arms and feet. We both knew 
what was coming. I started with her breasts. I soaped 
them gently, rubbed them lightly. Soon I was playing 
with her pert nipples. Susan's legs buckled once and she 
nearly fell.

"Susan honey lean back against daddy."

She did, She jumped a little when she felt my cock 
bouncing around outside her pussy but she stayed there 
like a good girl. My arms circled her waist and I cupped 
both her breasts while pressing into her from behind. 
She felt so good. 

Slowly I soaped her lower belly and played with her 
pussy lips. Then I dipped a finger inside her cunt. It 
was gripping and clenching me ha hard. I washed Susan's 
pussy until she came in my hands.

"Dad, ooh oh god, oh daddy...what are you doing. Please, 
wait, what are you doing to me?"0

"Shah baby, you need to get used to daddy washing you, 
touching you. You're just a little sensitive down there. 
Let's try it some more until you settle down I have to 
take care of you. you still seem tense. Daddy is going 
to relax you while he cleans you. Get used to my touch 
baby. Concentrate on daddy's fingers inside of you. 
Daddy can touch you anywhere and it is ok. It's not 
dirty when it's your daddy. Don't move, relax. Give me 
your body. Re-la-x, shh baby let me have you," I said as 
I massaged and soaped my 15 yr. old daughter's clit and 
rubbed her pussy for several minutes.

I wasn't through yet. I needed to clean her butt too. I 
peeled her sweet ass apart and soaped my cock real good. 
Then I ran it up and down the crack of her ass, deep 
inside her tight, delicious buns. I did not pierce her 
anus, just soaped her buns good with my beefy dick. My 
finger was still in her pussy, as I half fucked her ass. 
My cock was pressed tight against the entrance of her 
butt-ring and the head somehow, accidentally slipped 
inside just a half inch. I grabbed both her buns, and 
squeezed them tight, I molded her butt cheeks around my 
cock.

My cock started squirting, leaking semen into my 
daughter's ass. I tried not to jerk, not to slam it 
home. I managed not to rape her ass. I just filled her 
tender butt with my cum. My hands reached around her. 
One on her tit, and one in her cunt, as I pulled her 
snug against me.

"There baby, daddy is getting you nice and clean. You 
are so soft, so wet, daddy is going to keep you clean. 
Every day I'm going to wash you good, just like this. Do 
you like it Susan, do you like the way your daddy cleans 
you?"

"Um I don't know, I feel strange, it feels good but it 
feels kind of weird having your, uh thing inside me, and 
your finger keeps rubbing my vagina. Is this normal dad. 
I feel so funny."

I had cum but Susan was teetering on the edge again. She 
was close, so close. I decided to teach her a lesson.

"Ok baby if you feel funny we better stop. you are clean 
now anyway. Daddy is going to get you dry."

Susan had a look of confused frustration as I pulled out 
of her ass and released her tits and privates. She was 
cold as my warmth left her. But part of her seemed 
relieved.

"My bed is closest to the bathroom, and I need to be 
able to hear you if you need help. You might as well 
sleep with me until you feel better. So you don't wet 
yourself again. "

"Um, ok dad. I guess that makes sense, she said in a 
shy, humble voice.

She was still embarrassed, and shaking from multiple 
orgasms.

I helped her out of the shower then and dried her off 
lightly. I liked the way she looked dripping and wet. I 
picked her up then and carried her to my bed, cold and 
shivering.

My daughter and I were still naked.

"Um, dad...I need some clothes, er and so do you..."

"I'm going to sleep in the nude tonight, but you need to 
put something on. Susan with your hip and broken arm we 
need something very loose, easy to get on and off when I 
dress you. It does not make sense to deal with a bra and 
panties every day. Your mom has some old nightgowns in 
the dresser over there. You decide which ones you want 
to wear.

I picked out three of Beth's skimpiest, flimsiest see 
through lingerie from happier times and laid them out 
for Susan to choose from. She settled on a black semi 
see through satin gown. It was low cut and the breast 
cups were a mesh pattern that showed lots of nipple. 
Susan blushed as I helped her put it on. I did not 
bother putting anything on as we both settled into my 
bed.

"Good night daddy," she said as she moved her head to 
kiss my cheek.

She was surprised when I did not let her, but gave a 
perfunctory, "Good night Susan, get some rest."

Cool satin, on wet skin + air conditioner made Susan 
very chilly. It was only natural that she seek the 
nearest source of warmth, me.

"Susan honey, move over a little bit, give daddy some 
room."

"But dad I'm cold, can I snuggle with you. 

"Honey, usually I would not mind...um but well Daddy 
misses mommy tonight. He is a little lonely and it might 
be a little embarrassing for both of us if you get too 
close."

Susan got very quiet then. She had an idea what I meant, 
after all she had felt my cock before, she had slept 
with me when I came on her body (uh, in my sleep). She 
had heard me mumble my love for her mother, and knew 
what I would do. She knew what it felt like to have me 
inside her ass, to have my hands playing her tits, my 
finger in her young cunt, tickling her cit. I was naked 
now, and she was nearly so. 

My daughter knew what would happen if she snuggled with 
me tonight. I was going to take her virginity. I was 
going to make love to her. I was going to spread her 
open, climb between her legs and fuck her till she bled, 
fuck her until she came. She was curious, and horny from 
her aborted orgasm a few minutes ago, so she decided to 
risk it.

"Dad, I am cold, and you are my dad. I trust you. You 
just said I should not be embarrassed around you, 
doesn't that go both ways?"

I pretended to think about it, sighed and said, "Ok 
sweetie, if you are sure. Daddy is a man and he has 
needs, but I'm a little chilly too. I'll be so gentle
If you can handle it so can I.

I moved over closer to my daughter and kissed her 
lightly on the lips for about 30 seconds.

She kissed me back determined to prove she could take 
it. 

"There did that help warm you up...good. Now lets 
snuggle up a tight."

I spooned my daughter and put my arms around her waist. 
Slowly my hands massaged and caressed my way to her 
round little tits. I cupped them and squashed them. Her 
breathing changed, but she did not complain.

I pulled the hem of her nightgown up so her bare bottom 
was resting on my cock. I slowly stroked her breasts 
while I pushed my meat in the valley of her ass. She was 
whimpering now, and trembling slightly. I could smell 
her arousal.

"Are you ok honey, are you warming up now. Daddy likes 
the feel of your soft, smooth, warm skin against him. 
I'm going to take this gown off you. You can sleep on 
Daddy's tummy. I'll keep you nice and toasty."

Gently, carefully I eased my daughter's body on top of 
mine I spread her out, her tits mashed flat on my chest, 
my cock peeked up between her legs and the shaft of it 
rested against her pussy. She was dripping pretty good 
now, and I was leaking precum all over her pussy, and 
ass.

I loved the feel of her small soft body resting on top 
of me. She belonged here, locked in my arms. It was more 
than sexual. It was meant to be. I was her daddy, and I 
had the right to fuck her. To be her lover, her man. 
Deep inside I believed that, I knew that it was truth. 
But here is the strange part. I knew that fucking her 
would change everything. 

Taking her virginity would end her innocence. It would 
be a greedy, selfish act. Because of her injuries no 
matter how gentle I was, I would still hurt her. Never 
mind the tearing, the ripping of her virginity. Her arm, 
hip and ankle would detract from her enjoyment 
significantly.

But it was more than that. This was my daughter. It was 
a beautiful, sacred, holy trust. I wanted to be just her 
daddy for a little while longer. The pureness of it, the 
simplicity of her love was something I would not easily 
surrender. Yes she was sexy, yes I wanted to ram my cock 
in her cunt, in her ass, to suck her tits, to fuck her 
into submission. I admit that wanted to train her, to 
teach her how to please me. I needed to discover her 
most intimate secrets, how to give her body maximum 
pleasure. I am only human, I admit it. 

But I chose not to make love to my baby girl that night. 
It seemed wrong somehow. It is difficult to put into 
words. Somehow I just sensed that fucking my daughter 
was in some way, not quite...right. I would wait until 
she was a little older, until she was healthy, and ready 
for me. I did not stop our love, I simply paused it, I 
set it on simmer, and let her stew in her own juices for 
a while. 

She seemed a little disappointed at first. But then the 
hazy gaze of lust dissipated and her look of pure love 
returned. Slowly she realized that daddy was just going 
to hold her. That she would still be my virgin, little 
girl. My cock was still throbbing, and Susan's sweet 
little pussy trickled her contentment as it snuggled and 
squeezed around her daddy's love.

My hands lightly scratched and squeezed and massaged her 
ass. Her face was buried in my chest as she sucked my 
nipple for comfort.

"I love you daddy, I love you so much," she said as she 
drifted off to sleep.

My cock finally erupted, as I shot load after load of 
fresh cum straight in the air. Some bathed the outside 
of my daughter's pussy, most spewed on her back and ass. 
I scooped it up and rubbed it on her face and mouth.

"Soon little one. I am going to fuck you very soon, " I 
promised myself, promised us both, as I hugged Susan 
tight. My index finger slid into her anus, and my left 
middle finger slipped inside her pussy, where they 
belonged. 

I kissed the top of her head and said "Daddy loves you 
too Sweetness. Good night, sleep tight, don't let the 
bed bugs bite."

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Usually it takes me a month or two to recharge between 
stories. This one (ahem) came to me as I was concluding 
the story I posted last week. It's the literary 
equivalent of staying hard for a second round. If I was 
a little bit younger I might try for a hat trick. I did 
a Bo/is, last week. Now a father/daughter. Mmm a good 
mother/son would feel nice...Shit I can't quite get it 
up. The spirit is willing but the dick is weak. Hmmm 
maybe if I play with it (ah the story that is) a little 
I could write just one more before I take a break. Then 
again, yawn...zzzz. It's just a fucking story. I'm 
tired. Good night. Sleep tight...

There, now I can rest easy.

Drop me a line at jaz1701@webtv.net

Jaz

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