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Those thoughts of incest just won't go away. (MF, FF, inc, oral, anal, rom) *** Author's Note: This is a fantasy and, therefore, a work of fiction. All characters, events, and circumstances are imaginary, and any similarity between them and actual persons, events and circumstances is purely coincidental. PART 2 The days I spent waiting for Candy to come home from school were filled with feelings of ambivalence. On one hand, I recognized that for me to read a sensual message into Candy's request to talk with me could be a complete mistake--she might simply want to talk about a school problem or something similar. She might even be having a problem with a boyfriend and want some fatherly advice about how to deal with it. On the other hand, I still couldn't help but recall the very undaughterly kiss she had given me just before she drove off to Austin. Not since she was a little girl had she kissed me on the lips. And she had never before given me a feel of her tongue as she had when she extended it and brushed it across my lips. The memory of that kiss filled me with very unfatherly feelings. Even though part of me shuddered in revulsion at the thought of such perverted incestuous ideas, I couldn't prevent myself from feeling over- whelming desire. No matter how I fought against the idea, I desired my daughter -- desired her with a level of passion and ardor I had seldom, if ever, felt before. Wrong or not, I yearned to make love to Candy, to love her as man and woman make love. The memory of how Candy's roommate Barbie and I had made love was still fresh enough to kindle hot sparks of lust. I was able to clearly picture in my mind Barbie and I making oral love and then coupling our bodies in the classic postures of intercourse. After a few moments, though, the pictures changed, with the image of Barbie being replaced by one of Candy. Before long, fantasies replaced memory, and in them it was Candy who was naked, it was she that I brought to orgasm with my mouth, and, finally, it was she who screamed in rapture as my cock penetrated her depths and brought her to the utmost height of ecstasy. Those fantasies kept me with an almost perpetual erection as I waited out the days before Candy's return. * * * * I left work early on Friday. I knew that Candy would probably get home around 5:00 pm, and I wanted to be there when she arrived. I planned to take her to dinner that evening and wanted to shower and be dressed before she got there. Rushing into the house, I quickly undressed and showered. As I got out of the shower, I walked naked into the bedroom, where I had my clothes laid out. I was no more than half-way across the room when I looked up and saw Candy standing in the doorway. She laughed, embarrassed, and said, "Oops! Gee, Daddy, I'm sorry. I had no idea I'd find you naked." I'm sure I blushed, because my face became warm. "My fault, sweetheart. I should have known it was about time for you to be getting here." I expected her to be as embarrassed as I was and to immediately move away from the door. Instead, she continued to stare at me for several seconds, taking in my complete nakedness, before slowly, almost reluctantly, moving her eyes away and walking toward her room. I was relieved that she had left, because her looking at my nakedness like that brought all my fantasies back with a rush and my cock swelled and erected, standing rigidly out from groin. After I finished dressing, I went to Candy's bedroom. I was going to volunteer to help her unpack her car, but found she had already done so. "Hi, Daddy," she said with a smile. "You look a little more presentable now." I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassment when she added, "I'm sorry I caught you en flagrante." Then she grinnned and added, "Anyway, you might be interested to know I think you've got a great bod for a forty-five-year-old man." "Hah!" I thought, remembering my erection, "if you'd stayed for a little while longer, you would have REALLY found out about my body." Instead of voicing those words, though, I asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner. She said she would like that very much, and asked where we were going. When I told her we could go anyplace she wanted, she said she would like for me to take her back to the same place she, Barbie, and I had gone just before she left to return to school. She told me she wanted to take a shower and change clothes first. Grinning the same way she had before, she said, "Maybe I ought to leave my door open and give you a chance get even." I'm not sure what I mumbled in response, but I beat a quick retreat to the den to wait for her to get ready. About thirty minutes later, Candy came into the den and announced she was ready to go. She wore dressy designer jeans that clung to her hips as though they had been painted on and a silken full blouse that emphasized the swell of her breasts. The dark tresses of her hair were pinned back in something like a pony-tail, leaving the features of her face clearly evident. In short, she was beautiful... and sensual. That sensuality was something new to me -- the only time she had previously displayed it to me was in the good- bye kiss. My desire, tamed for a short time, flared up again. After we got to the restaurant, we had a drink and brought each other up to date on our lives. She told me how she was doing in school and I related how things had been at home. Well, ALMOST as things had been at home--I didn't include the part about how Barbie had asked me to teach her about love and how I proceeded to do just that. She brought up the subject of Barbie, though, by telling me how surprised she had been to find Barbie had a boy as a roommate. She told me that because Barbie had been so shy about boys, there must have been something happen in her life to make her change. When she said "something happen in her life," she smiled a little smile, almost secretive, and gave me one of the strangest looks I have ever received. From that, I suspected that Candy might know something about the relationship between Barbie and me, but was too polite to bring her knowledge out in the open. Finally, I asked her why she had decided to come home a couple of weeks earlier than planned. She gave me a look similar to the one before and said, "Well, as I told you, I have something I need to talk with you about." I was still completely undecided about Candy and her newly displayed sensuality, so I pressed her further by asking her why we couldn't have talked about it on the phone. With that same secret expression on her face, she said, "It's something that can only be discussed in person, face to face." "Well, we're in person, face to face, right now. Let me order us another drink, and we can talk about it now." Candy put her hand over mine and patted it. "Oh, Daddy, you're so sweet, but we CAN'T talk about it now. After we get back home we will. Right now, I want you to dance with me. I haven't danced a step since we were here last, and you know how much I like to dance." Not even waiting for an answer, she stood up, my hand still in hers, and led me to the dance floor. I had been brought up dancing the old-fashioned way where the boy holds one of the girl's hands and puts the other one on her waist. Candy, though, wanted to dance the modern way and put both her arms around my neck and snuggled up to me, the front of her body squarely against mine. For a moment I let my hands dangle to my side, not sure what to do with them. I looked around and saw how other couples were dancing and then followed suit by putting both my hands on her back. Laughing softly, Candy put her mouth by my ear and whispered, "Looks like you're finally learning to dance the right way." Pressed against each other like that, Candy's little belly rubbed against my belly and the front of her thighs pressed their full length against mine. As we danced, I was totally aware of the contact of our bodies as leg moved against leg and belly squirmed against belly. When her crotch moved hard against my groin, I had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning. The fantasies I had been working so hard to repress came to the surface of my mind and my body responded. Even though I willed it not to happen, my cock swelled and made a protrusion in the front of my slacks. Candy must have felt it because she pressed herself even tighter against me. "Oh, God," I thought, "this is wrong. This is my own daughter arousing my lust. Fantasies are one thing, but this is real, and it's wrong." I pulled my hips back, moving my hard cock from contact with Candy's groin. She responded by once again pressing herself against me. Putting her mouth to my ear, she whispered, "Daddy, dance with me the way you did with Barbie." "But you're my daughter. It's not right for father and daughter to do like we're doing." "I know that, Daddy. It's what I want, though, so let's do it anyway." Candy and I danced the rest of the dance pressed close together. My cock had formed a hard, round knot in my groin and Candy pressed her jean-covered vee against it, occasionally grinding herself hard against me. When the song ended, she held me on the dance floor. "One more dance, please. Dance another dance with me and then we can go order, okay?" If she had known my mental condition, she would have realized that pleas were not necessary. I would have gladly stayed on the dance floor all night just so I could hold her in my arms and press our bodies together. My fantasies had completely driven out the reality of the situation, and I was now completely given over to experiencing the full effects of Candy's newly demonstrated sensuality. After we had danced another dance, Candy kissed me on the cheek and said, "Thank you, Daddy." As she leaned into me to deliver the kiss, her groin pressed hard against mine. Knowing we were about to break contact, and reluctant to do so, I pushed my hard cock into the vee of her groin and ground it into her jean-covered sex. We stood still in the middle of the dance floor for a long moment, our sexual areas pressed against each other, each loathe to separate ourselves from the pleasurable embrace. Realizing, though, that the music had stopped and embarrassed about putting on such a display of lust for all the on-lookers, we broke apart and went to our table. Dinner went very quickly, conversation stifled by the thoughts and recriminations spinning through my head. Candy had a distant look in her eyes, and I felt that she too must be considering the actions we had just completed and what they might lead to. I didn't know about her, but my thoughts were confused. One part of me wanted Candy with a desperation that was almost beyond measure. I had fantasized about our making love, and it was hard to drive the fantasy out and make room for the real, the practical part. The real, the practical, was that Candy was my daughter, that I should be concerned about protecting her, not aching to make love to her. My thoughts were still confused when I paid the bill and we left to go home. When we reached home and went into the house, Candy said, "Daddy, I really do need to talk with you. Why don't we put on our night clothes first, though. After we've changed, we can have an after dinner drink and talk. Okay?" All I could do was nod my approval. I changed to pajamas and a robe and went into the kitchen and mixed us some drinks. As I was carrying them into the den, Candy came in. She appeared to be dressed as I was, with a robe covering her. I didn't see any pajamas covering her legs, so she either had on shorty pajamas, or, and my blood raced at the idea, nothing at all. My hand trembled a little as I handed her drink. Her hand also had a tremble as she took it. Candy and I sat there in silence for a few minutes, sipping our drinks. She looked at me and our eyes met and locked. I knew that whatever the outcome, it was time to start our conversation. I took the initiative by asking, "What's this problem you need to talk about, sweetheart?" Candy smiled shyly and said, "I've rehearsed this a thousand times, but still don't know for sure how to say it." She paused, looking down at her lap, and then looked up, saying, "Well, I guess you could say that in a way I'm jealous." "Jealous? Has someone stolen a boyfriend away from you?" Candy smiled, a rueful, crooked grin, and said, "Well, not that exactly, but it is something like that." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, do you remember when you and Barbie danced just before I left for Austin last time? Sort of like the way we danced tonight, only more so?" "Yes, baby, I remember." "Daddy, I was jealous of Barbie. I was jealous of how she held you so close, of how aroused she was. Seeing the two of you act like that bothered me. It bothered me sexually." "Gee, baby, I'm sorry. After all, it was you who got us to dance together." "Oh, no, Daddy, I'm not scolding you. What happened was perfectly natural. After all, Momma has been dead for over two years, and you're bound to have needs and drives that need to be satisfied. No, that wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me was...uh, well...I wished it had been me rather than Barbie." There wasn't anything I could say that could properly respond to her statement. I wanted to say, "Oh, God, Barbie, I wish it had been you, too," but this was my daughter I was talking to. I didn't know where she would take the conversation from there, and I sure didn't want to embarrass her or offend her. Instead, all I said was "umm-hmm," urging her to continue. "What's made it worse," she continued, "is that I've talked with Barbie. Daddy, she told me what she did to you." I grimaced and waved my hands in a gesture of resignation. I knew Candy and Barbie were close friends, but I hadn't expected Barbie to tell Candy about our brief affair. "Oh, Daddy, she didn't just come out and tell me -- I had to worm it out of her. Besides, I approve. It was real sweet of you, and it really helped her." Candy laughed and continued, "Boy, DID it help her. I could hardly believe she would have a live-in boyfriend." Candy reached out a hand and patted mine, saying, "No, Daddy, I'm not bothered by that." She gripped my hand hard now and very quietly and softly said, "What I'm bothered about is that what you did for her I need as bad, if not worse, than she did." I pulled my hand back and sat up. "Candy, are you suggesting...?" Candy dropped her hands to her lap and clasped them together. Looking me directly in the eyes, a serious expression on her face, she said, "Yes, that's EXACTLY what I'm suggesting. Daddy, I'm nineteen years old, and I'm still a virgin. I've wanted to have sex, wanted it desperately, but I've been afraid of all the boys I've dated. They were rough and pawed at me. "Daddy, I've laid awake at night and listened to you and Momma. That's told me that sex doesn't have to be rough. I heard Momma moan from the pleasure you gave her. That's how I want sex to be, that's how I want my special first time to be. Daddy, that's why I want my first time to be with you." "Sweetheart, you're my daughter. We can't..." "Oh, Daddy, we CAN. Our being daughter and father is what makes it so possible. Daddy, I love you and I know you love me. That love is what makes it so special, so possible." Still feeling doubts about the reality versus the fantasy of committing incest, I said, "But Candy...." "You think I'm not as pretty or desirable as Barbie, don't you? Well, you're wrong!" Candy said, defiantly. She stood up, and after untieing the sash around her waist, pulled her robe from off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I had to repress a gasp at what I saw. Candy stood there before me dressed in baby-doll pajamas made of the sheerest material possible. Her breasts filled out the pajama tops, her nipples and their surrounding dusky circles clearly visible through the thin material. Down below, in the sheer panty bottoms, a dark swath showed at her groin. She had an abundant growth of pubic hair and it could be seen through the tissue-thin fabric that left little to the imagination. My heart beat at a rapid pace--seeing her like that, in those sheerest-of-sheer pajamas, was as arousing as seeing her nude. Candy reached down to the bottom of her pajama top and with a swift motion pulled it up and over her head, revealing the glory of her breasts that had only been hinted at before. With the top removed, I could see them in all their splendor -- firm, round, and not sagging even a millimeter. Each one was centered with a darker circle, and from them, the hard nubbins of her nipples stood proudly erect. She put her hands up and cupped the white mounds, pushing them upward. "My boobs are bigger and fuller than Barbie's. I know, because as she told you, we've seen each other naked." She leaned forward, pushing her breasts even closer to me. "Admit it, Daddy, they're nicer than Barbie's, aren't they?" I couldn't make my voice work to answer her. Viewing her magnificent breasts, seeing her act in such an erotic way had made me virtually inarticulate. I could only nod my head and manage finally to whisper a strangled "Yes." Candy put her hands on the waist band of her pajama bottoms and slowly pushed them downward. She wiggled her hips, working the wisp of fabric down until the slightly rounded bulge of stomach was revealed. Giving her hips another twist, she pushed the panties down until they were around her hips. My cock had already come erect, making a hard bulge in the front of my pajamas at the sight of Candy's breasts, but now, as the dark tresses of her bushy groin came into view, it jerked and pushed out the front of my robe. No matter what words I might use on Candy, my desire could not be denied. Reaching further down, Candy pushed her panties until they were around her knees. At this point, they released and fell to her feet. She stepped one foot out of them and then lifted the other up and removed the briefs from her foot. I had felt lust before, but the sight of Candy's pussy made me tremble with an overpowering rush of desire. I wanted nothing else at that point but to grab her and sink my throbbing cock into that furrow, to find her hidden depths and push my shaft in until I had buried its full length into the deep recesses of her young, hot flesh. With her panties removed, Candy now stood before me completely nude with nothing to hide the full extent of her beauty from me. Where she had seemed a little shy and hesitant before, her posture and the look she gave me now spoke of boldness. She was enjoying the strip tease performance, she was exulting in showing me her totally nude body. Without saying a word, she turned around so that her back was to me, the fullness of her firm, hard buttocks revealed to me. I had always thought Marilyn Chambers had the best ass ever put on a woman, but the one Candy now displayed to me was every bit as good if not better. Looking back at me over her shoulder, Candy put her hands on her buttocks, one hand on each of the firm globes. She kneaded them and then spread them apart, showing me the little indention of her anus. Between those cheeks I could see the crease of her vagina and the soft, furry pubic hair that extended down to between her legs. "Daddy, my bottom is twice as nice as Barbie's. My ass is hard and firm. Barbie's is soft." She delved her fingers into the cleavage between the cheeks and stroked them up and down. "My ass is better, isn't it? Come on, Daddy, tell me you like mine better." "Candy, your ass is absolutely perfect," I managed to whisper, unable to tear my eyes away from the firmness of her buttocks and especially the area down below them. My cock was drooling now, pre-come wetting its head and soaking my pajamas. Candy turned back around to where she once again faced me. With her revealed to me like that I realized that she was far more beautiful and desirable than Barbie had been. Candy was about three inches shorter than Barbie, and where Barbie had a model's body, Candy's was fuller, more lush. Her hips flared out wider and her thighs were fuller and more firm. Her breasts were full but not overly large -- good handfuls, ready to be caressed and loved. She was like a ripe fruit, ready to be savored, ready to be devoured. I could hardly believe that a girl so beautiful, so ready, could still be a virgin. It was even harder to believe that she was asking me, her father, to be the one to take that virginity, to be the first one to taste that ripened fruit. Candy put her hand on her stomach and slowly traced it down through her pubic hair to the top of her feminine furrow. With one finger extended, she probed down between her labial lips. Pulling her finger back out, she held it up, wet and shiny with her moisture. "Look how wet I am. This shows how much I need you. Oh, God, Daddy, please don't make me beg!" By this time, all thoughts of any reservations I might have had, recriminations about the enormity of incest, were gone. They were replaced by the reality of what was happening. The fantasies I had entertained about Candy and me making love were no longer just day dreams. There was no way I could refuse Candy her request. Further, there was no way I could deny any more my long suppressed desire to have Candy, to know her in the most intimate way possible. Candy took a step forward to where she was right in front of me, only a step away. She looked down at me sitting here and in a soft voice said, "Daddy, I know you're attracted to me, that you want me as much I want you. I felt you when we danced. You were hard, and your hardness pressed against me. God, it felt so good that I wanted us to make love right there on the spot." She looked down at my lap, at the tent my cock was making of the front of my pajamas and robe. "You're that way right now. You can't deny it -- I can see how your penis is causing the front of your robe to stand up." Suddenly, Candy knelt down between my knees. She took my robe and spread its front apart, revealing my pajamas. Underneath their thin cotton fabric, my cock was rigid and throbbing, pressing the cloth up like a tent pole under an Indian tepee. At the top of the bulge, directly over the head of my penis, a circle of moisture had formed, soaking the cloth with my pre- come. Reaching out, Candy put her hand on the bulge and grasped my cock. Even through the fabric, the touch was electric, and I gasped at the pleasure her hand gave me. Working the pajama fly open, Candy put her hand inside and pulled my cock out. It was hard as a steel rod and wet with the flow of my lust. Putting her hand around it, she said, "Feel how hard you are -- you're as aroused as I am. This is what I want. Use this on me, make love to me, teach me how to love you. Daddy, make a real woman of me. I don't care what you have to do -- pretend I'm Barbie if you have to -- but take me to bed and love me. Daddy, take me to bed and... and... fuck me." She squeezed my cock hard and muttered, "Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Really fuck me." I put my hand under Candy's chin and pulled her head up so that she faced me. Talking quietly, I said, "Candy, sweetheart, it's impossible for me to pretend you're Barbie." Even though a look of disappointment came on her face, I continued, "You see, every time I made love to Barbie, in my mind I was making love to you. Every time I touched her, it was you I was touching. Every time she had an orgasm, I pretended it was you who was coming." While I was talking the expression on her face changed from disappointment to wonder. She whispered, "You mean...?" "I mean that ever since you developed into a woman, I've longed to make love to you. I hid my desire because I knew that would be incest." Looking down at where she still had my cock in my hand, I said, "As you can see, I can't hide it any more." My cock throbbed in her hand, and I continued, "Yes, you're right, baby, I DO want you as bad as you want me. Probably even more. So if you really do want me to make love to you, there's nothing in the world I want more than that." In almost a groan, Candy said, "YES! Oooh, Daddy, yes, yes!" Standing up, Candy fell against me, her breasts against my chest, her vagina right on top of my cock. Still whispering, "Yes, yes, yes," Candy brought her mouth against mine, her lips hungrily seeking out mine. As our mouths came together, Candy speared her tongue between my lips and drove it into my mouth, working it feverishly around and around. She squirmed her buttocks and hips so that my cock moved between her labial lips and into her wet furrow. Clamping her wetness around it, she gyrated her hips and moaned in pleasure at the touch of flesh upon flesh. Finally breaking the kiss, Candy whispered, "Take me to bed now, Daddy. Take me to bed and make me a woman. Love me like a man and woman are supposed to love." Standing up, I lifted Candy into my arms and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me as we journeyed on her last step toward womanhood. Lowering her gently, I put Candy on the bed, facing up to me. Her lush young body, now completely revealed, was so beautiful that I had to pause and savor it. The crease of her maidenhood showed through the abundant growth of pubic hair, and with her legs spread slightly apart as they were, it gaped apart, allowing a small glimpse of its inner portions. Her breasts, somewhat flattened from her position, were nonetheless firm, quivering only slightly as she breathed. At the top of each of them, her nipples stood up stiffly from the middle of the crinkled areas of their surrounding areolas. I had fantasized about Candy, about how she would look nude, aroused, eager to love me, and now it was no longer fantasy. I thought of what lay ahead for us and reveled at the prospect. "Sweetheart, you're so beautiful," I said, at last breaking the silence. "I've dreamed of seeing you like this, of our making love, and now it's happening in real life. The real you is so much better than any of my dreams or fantasies." Candy smiled, enjoying the compliment, and said, "I thought you'd like me if you got a chance to see me." Smiling wider, she added, "See ALL of me, that is." "Baby, I more than like you, I LOVE you -- ALL of you, every part." Candy put one hand between her legs and cupped a breast with the other one. Still smiling that wide, coquettish smile, she said, "But you like some parts better than others, don't you?" Smiling back at her, I said, "Yes, baby, some parts are better. Especially those parts I hadn't seen before." Candy took her hands away from her body and gestured up at me. "You get naked, too. Take off your clothes so that I can all parts of you, too." I grinned at her and said, "But you've already seen me naked. Remember?" Grinning back at me, she said, "Yeah, I sure haven't forgotten. I wanted to stay and look, but I was afraid you'd get embarrassed." She looked down to where my cock was forcing the front of my robe out and said, "But you're different now from how you were then. Now you're aroused, and I want to see you like that." The expression on her face turned serious and speaking more softly, she said, "Besides, things are different now. Now we're going to be lovers, aren't we?" Taking off my robe, I said, "Yes, sweetheart, now we're going to be lovers. I'm going to give you the best loving I know how." I unbuttoned my pajama top and dropped it to the floor. Untieing the draw string to my bottoms, I lowered them, pushing them down so that they allowed my cock to spring out free from confinement. I dropped them to my feet and stepped out of them, completely nude, my cock standing out almost straight from my body. Now I was as naked as Candy. Candy's eyes widened slightly and she took a deep breath as she stared at my rampant manhood. "God, Daddy, you're beautiful, too. I like ALL of you, too," she whispered. She reached out a hand to me and said, "Get on the bed with me. Get here close to me--I want to feel your body close to mine." I stretched out on the bed alongside Candy and turned on my side facing her. She turned toward me and immediately, without a word being spoken, we were in each other's arms. She clutched at me and pressed herself close, pushing her breasts into my chest. She whispered, "Oh, God, Daddy! Yes. Close, just like this. Hold me, Daddy. Hold me close to you." I wrapped my arms around her and dropped my hands down to her firm buttocks. When she had turned to show me her ass, I ached to hold and stroke them. Now they were in my hands and I could love them all I wanted. "Oh, yes, touch me, Daddy." She put her lips almost against mine and whispered, "Kiss me, too. Touch me and kiss me." Candy pressed her lips against mine and our mouths blended and melted together. There was nothing of father and daughter in the kiss: it was a lover's kiss--wet, exciting, and expressive of the urgency of our arousal. Our mouths opened and our tongues explored, swirling and stroking. The pace of her breathing increased and mine did too. I stroked her buttocks and kneaded them gently, loving the feel of the firm globes in my hands. Using just a light touch, I moved my hands down to where the cleft between her cheeks disappeared, and felt the tender, sensitive flesh hidden in that secret area of her femininity. She was wet there, slick with the flow of a woman aroused. I moved my fingers across the slippery flesh at the top of her thighs and she moaned, the sound muffled by our kiss. Candy broke the kiss and in a whisper, almost a moan, said, "Oooooo, I love this. This is my deepest, most secret fantasy coming true." "Fantasy?" "Daddy, you told me you had longed to make love to me for a long time. Well, I've felt the same way about you. At night, when I listened to you and Momma love each other, I fantasized it was me, not Momma, you were making love to. One night I sneaked to your door and peeked in. She was on top of you, and you were holding each other, and you were both moaning. I could see Momma's bottom moving up and down, and I knew she had you inside her." She stroked her fingers across my cheek and continued, "That was the night I touched myself for the first time. I was so excited, I trembled all over. After I got back in bed, I thought about your being inside Momma, up between her legs, and I felt down between my legs, down to that spot where a man goes in. "It felt so good to touch there and I soon had both my hands down, touching and rubbing. I could hardly believe how wet I got. It kept feeling better and better and I just kept climbing higher and higher. Then it happened. I had an orgasm. I had my very first orgasm the night I saw you and Momma making love. "Every time after that when you and Momma made love, I listened and touched myself. I pretended it was you touching me, that you were inside me like you were inside Momma. I could hear when you and Momma had an orgasm, and I would try to come at the same time. That way, I could dream that it was you making me come and that I was the one who made you come." Her revelation aroused me to a pitch I had never before achieved. I pulled her closer against me, pressing the little nubbins of her nipples into my chest. My cock throbbed, down where it pushed against her thigh, and more of my pre-come gushed out, making her leg even more slippery from my hot flow. I groaned and whispered, "Oh, God, baby, I had no idea." "That's why I got upset about Barbie--she got to live out my fantasy, my fantasy of making love with you." I held her closer to me and whispered, "Baby, baby, I'm so sorry. If I'd only known...." "Shhh, Daddy," Candy said, putting her lips to mine to stop my protests. Pulling her lips slightly away so that they barely touched mine, she said, "Here I am making you feel bad, and it wasn't your fault at all. I just wanted you to know that my feelings toward you are just like the ones you have for me." Her lips curved into a smile and she continued, "You DO have to make up for it, though. You have to do everything to me that you did to Barbie. Then you have to do more. I want you to do MORE to me than you did to Barbie. Daddy, I want us to do EVERYTHING. We've got a whole weekend, and you have to show and do everything to me." I could hardly believe this was my little girl Candy telling me this. Pure, unadulterated lust flowed through me, and I felt hot all over. I growled deep in my throat and pushed her onto her back. Shifting up, I leaned down across her and put my chest down and crushed it against the firmness of her breasts. "Yes, baby, yes," I muttered. "We'll do everything. When we get through, there won't be anything we haven't done. I'm going to love you like I've never loved anyone before." Putting my mouth against hers, I drove my tongue into the warmth and wetness of her mouth. I used it wildly, its thrusts mirroring the heights of passion Candy's words had driven me to. She wrapped an arm around my back and pulled me even closer, growling in her throat as I had done. I shivered in anticipation of the weekend ahead of us--two whole days of nothing but loving. As we kissed, I put a hand on her breasts. I stroked lightly across their undercurves and then moved up to their areolas. Alternating between them, I drew little circles around the nipples, lightly tracing my fingertips on the crinkly dark ovals crowning their fullness. She arched her back up toward my hand and murmured a soft "ummnnn" into my mouth. I touched the nipples, just brushing my fingers across them. She muttered an "Ahh" and arched her back even higher. Taking her breasts one at a time, I squeezed them and kneaded them gently, brushing my palm across the nipples as I did so. Her back was now several inches off the bed as she arched it up and offered her breasts for my caresses. As much as I enjoyed touching her breasts, I was even more drawn to the area below. I remembered how wet and pink her furrow had been when she removed her pajama bottoms, and I longed to touch her there, to put my fingers into that cleft of womanhood she had revealed to me. Taking my hand away from her breasts, I slowly moved it down her front. When I came to the little indentation of her navel, I drew a little circle around it with my fingertips, just brushing lightly and teasingly. Leaving her little belly-button, I moved lower. With just the tips of my fingers, I drew a line down the little roundedness of her belly, down to where her temple of Venus was hidden away. She gasped at the touch and shivered, the muscles of her stomach tensing up in anticipation of my hand reaching its goal. As my fingers moved into the forest of her black pubic hair, Candy bent her legs at the knees and drew her feet up. When I at last found her hidden furrow, she moved her knees apart and opened herself up to fully receive my invading hand. After my hand found its goal, I moved two fingers into the channel. Her labial lips were swollen, filled by her arousal. Using two fingers, I stroked the inside of one from near the bottom up to the top, to where it joined the other. As I stroked slowly upward, my fingers came to her clitoris. It was huge -- far larger than any I had ever encountered before, like a hard acorn centered in her furrow, forcing the lips to gape open around it. Candy jerked her hips and gasped as my fingers barely brushed against its sensitivity. Using the same two fingers, I traced down the other puffed-out lip and followed it back down to where it widened out. The whole area between her legs was slick and creamy, coated with the evidence of her newly revealed passion. I was amazed at how aroused she was. Realizing that I had lived with this little nymph for nineteen years and had never seen evidence of her feelings for me nor recognized the depths of her sensuality filled me with a sense of wonder. Dipping my fingers into the wide area of her vulva, I found the entrance to her tunnel. I traced my finger around the opening, toying with its edges, and then slipped a finger tip into the recess. Her hips moved up against my probing finger and her tongue went wild in my mouth. I continued my probing until almost half my finger was inserted into her. Her hips undulated against my hand as her pussy sought to imitate the fuck it was longing to receive. Responding to my touches, she was soon panting into my mouth, barely able to sustain our kiss. I twisted my finger in slow gyrations, stretching and teasing the tight entrance to her vagina. Reacting to the motions, she squirmed her hips in counter circles, and my hand was soon slick with her juices, almost as if it had been bathed in her girl flow. Finally having my hand where it had been in so many of my fantasies made my blood race. My cock throbbed against her side, pulsing as if it had a life of its own, eager to replace my finger and delve into Candy's tight, hot inner body. I slowly extracted my finger from within Candy and let it trace a path right up the center of her wet furrow. Just touching lightly, I slowly moved it up to where it came against her swollen, bulging clitoris. Moving my finger tip on top of the hard little knob, I caressed it with just the gentlest of strokes. Its hood was pulled back, allowing full access to its firm, sensitive flesh. Candy murmured, "Oh god," saying the words right into my mouth. Her hips began to jerk and twist, and she shoved them against my hand, pressing herself hard against me. Suddenly, her stomach started shuddering in little spasms and her knees jerked together, clamping my hand between them. Still able to move my finger, I continued the soft strokes of Candy's swollen, exposed clitoris. She flung an arm across my shoulder and dug her fingers into my back, moaning into my mouth. Unable to bear the escalation of pleasure any longer, she dropped both arms by her sides, and using them and her feet for leverage, thrust her hips up, arching her back a full foot off the bed. The small shudders that had shaken her belly before increased in their intensity and her hips were soon jerking and twisting. Pulling her mouth from mine, she moved her head to the side and moaned, "Ohhh, God, Daddy." I could feel the hand next to me clutch the sheet as she balled it up into a fist. Suddenly she went rigid, the muscles of her stomach and thighs straining and hard. She moved her head from side to side and muttered, "Ahh, Ahh." Then she arched her head back, straining it against the pillow, and screamed, "Dadddieee! Ooohhhh, God, Daddiiee!" The whole insides of her legs convulsed against my hand and spasms undulated up and down her furrow, moving against my finger in wave after wave. They continued like this for at least thirty seconds before gradually decreasing. She was moaning continuously, a soft crooning sound of rapture. Slowly, the spasms became less intense and she gradually relaxed, the muscles in her thighs and stomach softening. Her legs moved apart, releasing my hand from their grasp. Her hips slowly descended until her back once again was on the bed. Still breathing hard, she whispered, "I came Daddy. Oh, God, I just came and came and came. I've longed for this so much that I knew all it would take was one touch between my legs and I'd be gone. Ohhh, Daddy, that was sooo good. That's the best it's ever been for me." "Later on, it will get even better," I said. "I'll die if it does. I don't think I can bear anything better." "You will, baby, you will. And it will only get better, sweet- heart. Better and better." Candy's hand was right next to where my cock touched her side. She moved it to where her fingers came into contact with my shaft and lightly stroked them up and down its length, spreading the wetness of my pre-come over its surface. Wrapping her fingers around my cock, she whispered, "How about now? Can we start right now? I want you to feel what I just felt. I tell from how hard you are that you're ready." She gave my shaft a hard squeeze and continued, "Daddy, let's fuck now. I want to feel this up inside me, deep inside me. I want to feel you when you come. I want you to come long and hard just like I did." "Yes, baby, if you're ready for it, we'll do it right now. But remember, with this being your first time, it might hurt a little. I'll try to be as gentle as possible, but sometimes nothing can prevent a girl from experiencing some pain the first time. It usually doesn't last long, though--the pleasure soon drives the pain away." "I know I told you I was a virgin, and that's so--I've never fucked before. But one time when I was listening to you and Momma I got pretty carried away and pushed my fingers in real deep. I felt something tear, and it hurt a little. I even found a little blood on me the next morning. Since I did that back then, it may not hurt this time." My mind formed a mental picture of her playing with herself in bed, getting so aroused that she deflowered herself, and my cock jerked in response to the image. I was finding out more and more about my daughter that I hadn't even suspected. More and more I was finding how sexual she was, how passion had ran just below her surface, unrevealed until now. She wasn't any longer my little girl--she was a passionate, fully matured female, ready and eager for me to bring her sexuality to complete fruition. Even though I was in one way disappointed that it wouldn't be me who ridded her of her maidenhead, I was relieved that I wouldn't have to bring her the pain of defloweration. "It sounds like you took care of your maidenhead then. You're right, it probably won't hurt now. Still, though, let's not take any chances. We'll do it the way that a virgin should do it the first time, with you on top." Candy smiled a soft smile and said, "Like I saw you and Momma doing it? Just like I dreamed about? Oh, yes, let's do it like that. It will be like it was when I went back to bed and pretended, only it will be real this time. This time I really will have you inside me." She squirmed her hips around, and with excitement showing in her voice, said, "Oh, God, let's do it right now. Just thinking about it sends shivers through me." She took my hand and moved it down to her vee, pressing it into her wet flesh. "Feel how wet I am. Just feel how ready I am." I could hardly believe the sheer wantonness of that action. She had just finished a shuddering orgasm and now she was asking for more--asking me, no, almost begging me, to fuck her. Her passion was far greater than I could have fantasized about even in my wildest of fantasy and I trembled in lust, trembled with an overpowering desire to give her what she wanted: to have my cock buried to its base in her young body. I turned over on my back, my cock thrusting up erect and quivering from my groin. I looked down at it and its head was inflamed, a dark plum color. It was wet, too, the flow of my pre-come dribbling down and drenching it. I touched Candy and said, "Get up over me. Straddle me so that you can lower yourself down on me." Candy did as I said, putting her knees on each side of my hips, her vee just above my straining cock. Her furrow gaped open, and her swatch of hair was wet, clinging to her pubis in little curls. I reached down and held my cock still, pointing it right up to the entrance to Candy's vagina. "Now, baby, lower yourself down on me. Do it real slow and easy. Take just as much as you comfortably can. If it starts to hurt, just stop and let the pain pass. This way, you're in control. You get to set the pace." With a frown of concentration on her face, Candy lowered her hips until my cock made contact with her wet furrow. She squirmed, positioning herself until the head of my cock nudged into the recess of her sheath. Tilting her head back slightly, she closed her eyes and slowly lowered herself onto my hardness, engulfing it in her hot, wet flesh. Although she was incredibly tight, the combination of her lubrication and my pre-come facilitated penetration. One inch of my cock disappeared and then another. Candy let out her breath and then lowered herself until her pussy had swallowed about half my shaft. The walls of her tunnel pressed tightly around its hard invader and created some of the most pleasurable sensations I could recall. I had thought my first journey into Barbie's pussy was one of my most memorable experiences, but it paled in comparison to the pleasure that now rushed through my body. Thus far, other than feeling my cock force the walls of her tunnel apart, there been no obstruction, no obstacles to my journey into the depths of Candy's body. Her maidenhead no longer existed. It looked like we would be free to continue without the inconvenience of even momentary pain. She still had her eyes closed, though, and the slight frown was still on her face. "You okay, sweetheart?" I asked. "Is it hurting any?" She opened her eyes and smiled. "No... it doesn't hurt. It's just a strange, new feeling--like my whole belly is filling up." She leaned forward, putting her hands by my side, and forced more of her pussy down over my cock. "My belly is filling up with my Daddy's cock," she murmured, almost to herself. Then, with a grunt and a sudden downward thrust of her hips, she impaled herself on the remaining portion of my cock. At last, I was all the way in her, my cock buried completely in Candy's teenage pussy. Having accomplished her goal, she leaned down, letting her breasts brush across my chest, and whispered, "Ah, all of it. All of Daddy's cock... all the way inside me." Thank goodness she stayed still. If she had moved even an inch, I would have filled her pussy right then and there with my come. Finally achieving my desire to make love with Candy was so arousing that it would have taken little more to send me beyond my already stretched-to- the-limit control. For long moments, we remained motionless like that-- pubic hair intermeshed and pubic bones pressed together. Even without motion, it was pure, unabated pleasure. The warmth and moisture of her vagina pressing in on all portions of my cock felt so good I would have gladly remained like that for hours, just savoring the pleasure, enjoying the contact of our sexual flesh. Eventually, though, Candy lifted herself until her torso was erect above me. Using her knees and thighs, she raised herself about an inch, withdrawing the sheath of her vagina from off my cock by that amount. Then, reversing the motion, she once again came down, taking all my cock back inside her warm confines. As she hit bottom, she squirmed herself against the hardness of my pubis, grinding her clitoris on it. "Ohhh, yes," she muttered. She repeated the action one more time, bringing the hard nubbin of her clitoris into even harder contact with the base of my cock. Then, holding still, she looked down at me and said, "I did it, Daddy. Just like in my dreams, I got all my Daddy's cock up into my belly." She lifted herself even higher than before, and then thrust down hard on me. "Daddy, we're fucking. We're finally, finally fucking!" Using just a little rocking motion, Candy moved back and forth, moving her pussy up and down my cock in little short strokes. Right above me, her breasts jiggled from the motion. If nothing else had indicated the extent of her arousal, her breasts would have. The nipples were fully erect and jutting straight out. Even the areolas around them were swollen and puffed out, their crinkles gone. Unable to resist them, I put my hands up and made love to those firm, magnificent globes. She put her hands on top of mine and pressed them into her flesh, pressing them deeply into the pillows of her femininity. Gradually, Candy increased her tempo, bouncing up and down at a faster pace. As she did, the up-and-down strokes became longer, and my pleasure climbed to meet hers. I felt shudders and little contractions of pleasure grasp her pussy, causing it to squeeze down on my cock. I knew from that that she was having a series of mini-orgasms that would intensify until they combined into one big one. She murmured her pleasure each time a contraction hit and moaned in joy from the feeling. Candy took my hands away from her breasts and then leaned down to where our faces were only inches apart. "I'm fucking you, Daddy. How do you like it? Did Barbie do this to you?" "No, sweetheart, Barbie and I didn't do it like this. This is just for you and me." "Good," she said, putting her mouth on mine and driving her tongue into my mouth. Candy stretched herself so that she now lay on top of me in the classic missionary position. She moved her pussy up and down on my shaft, using long strokes. Combined with them, she gyrated her hips in circles, twisting her pussy around my cock with each of her strokes. The motions were working their spell on me, but they were affected her even more. Her mini-orgasms were almost continuous now and her juices were flowing out and covering my balls and running down the crack of my ass. We were making a marvelous wet spot. I reached down and caressed the smooth skin of her buttocks. I could feel their muscles clench up each time she thrust down and then feel them rise on each of her up strokes. Her stomach muscles pressed against mine and the shudders and contractions that moved through them transferred to mine. I spread my legs apart and lifted them, wrapping them around her waist. Using them for leverage, I started reciprocating her thrusts, driving upward to meet each of her downward thrusts. We were soon panting into each other's mouths, climbing the ascent toward orgasm at a breakneck speed. Candy started softly muttering, "Oh god... Oh god... Oh god!" gradually increasing the pace of her hip motions. Suddenly, she pulled her face away of mine and threw her head back with eyes closed. "Oh god, Daddy!" The little shudders and contractions that she had had earlier now became hard convulsions, shaking her and causing her whole pelvis to tremble. Using my legs, I pulled her groin hard against mine and ground my pubic bone into her clitoris. She collapsed against me, her breasts crushed against my chest, and shook and panted as her orgasm took control of her, shaking her with its ecstasy. Gradually, her shudders lessened and she relaxed against me, totally spent from the intensity of the orgasm. She lifted her up and softly said, "I love you, Daddy." "I love you too, sweetheart," I answered. "You didn't come, did you?" she asked. "Not yet. But I'm not far from it." "Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy. I told you I wanted you to have the same kind of pleasure I had, and all I did was have it all over again and leave you high and dry." I chuckled and said, "Who said I was through?" She grinned and said, "Not me." I lifted Candy from off me and turned her on her back. Getting on my knees, I moved up between her legs. I took hold of each of her legs and spread them wide apart, lifting them up with knees bent so they formed a saddle for me. Then I moved a pillow to her hips and lifted her so I could put it under them. Now she was ready for me. My cock throbbed in anticipation of entry into the wide-open pussy that lay before it, just inches away. Now I was ready to show her some REAL fucking, ready to show her how a cock and pussy were really supposed to fit together. Candy watched me throughout all this, silent, eyes wide. Grasping my cock by the base, I ran its head up and down her furrow, concentrating on her clitoris. Then I guided it down to her tunnel, still open from her fucking me, and nudged it into her. Thrusting my hips forward slowly, I pushed my cock into Candy's body. Soon, it was down to where its base was pushed firmly into the wet, pink flesh of her furrow. I pulled it out and then thrust it back in, hard and fast. Since she had already come, I didn't have to have any concern about her being satisfied--it was my time now, time for me to fully enjoy the pleasure of her body, to live out the fantasy of fucking the young, hot body of my little girl. I lifted both of Candy's legs up, spreading the vee of her vulva wide, exposing all the wet flesh of her furrow. I could see where my cock entered into her, and I shoved hard, watching it as it drove in until my belly thrust into her wetness. I pulled out until just the head was left inside her and thrust in again, pushing as hard as I could. Stretching my legs out below me, I put my hands alongside her shoulders and started pistoning in and out as hard and fast as I could go. Candy spread her legs out all the way and put them over mine, her ankles locked across my calves. As I came down on my thrusts, she raised her hips up with a thrust of her own. Her eyes were even wider now, and she grunted, "Oh, God, Daddy!" "Is this hurting you, baby?" I asked. "Hurting? Oh, God, no! It's just so good, it's almost unbelievable." As she hunched her hips up to meet me, she murmured, "Ummmnnnn." She reached up and grasped my shoulders with her hands and said, "Oh, I love it this way. I love it hard and fast." She moved her legs from my calves and wrapped them around my hips, and hunching her hips up toward me, muttered, "Ooooh, I'm going to come AGAIN! Oh, God, Daddy, DO IT! Do it hard... HARD!" Putting my hands under her hips, I continued to drive my cock in and out of her clutching, clenching hot tunnel. "Yeah, baby, hard, hard," I murmured. I could feel my orgasm building to a crescendo. I had waited so long to finally make love to Candy that it had built up to one of the highest peaks of my life. The way her hot flesh clutched against mine, the slippery friction of oily flesh rubbing against oily flesh, was taking me beyond any point of control. I was panting like a runner doing a marathon and the pressure of my semen was a volcano ready to erupt. I felt her pussy tighten down on my cock and the muscles of her belly tighten. Her buttocks clenched in my hands, drawing up into little knots. In a half moan, half cry, she screamed, "Ohhhhhh, Daddy! Ohhhhh, oh, oh, oooooooohhhhhh!" She opened her eyes and moaned, "Oh, God, come now. Come with me. Come with your little girl." Hearing her words and feeling her body writhe in my grasp was too much for me. I had already been on the edge of orgasm, and her actions pushed me over the crest. I drove my cock in, as deep as I could get it, and held it there. My buttocks now clenched just as hers were doing and my cock contracted. Then, almost like a cannon shot, a jet of come spurted out of my cock into the depths of her flesh. Candy felt it and shoved her hips up even tighter to me. She put a hand behind my head and brought mouth to wide open mouth. With both our mouths open and seeking, we kissed, our tongues stroking and caressing the other's. Gush after gush spurted from my cock. It filled her pussy and spread over my cock and coated it with warm slipperiness. Candy's hips pushed up hard up against me, her pussy pressed against the base of my cock, jerking against me with little stabbing motions. The flow of my sperm had intensified her orgasm and we were both at the peak of our rapture, writhing in ecstasy. I pulled my cock out and then drove it back in again, and Candy murmured her approval. As I pushed in, I felt my sperm gush out and cover both of us. It dripped down on my balls and I knew that a whole stream had to be flowing down between her legs and drenching the bed. It had to be the wettest fuck I had ever had, and I loved the wetness. Our peaks passed slowly, gradually ebbing away into just little tremors and sighs. The wild abandon of our kiss changed into a gentle tenderness. Oh, God," I thought, "I've just fucked my own daughter, my little girl, the person I love most in this world." She moved slightly, restirring the pleasure. "And it was the best fuck I've ever had." I pulled my lips away from hers slightly and she said, "Ummnnn, God, Daddy. That was incredible." She hunched her hips up to mine, pressing her sperm coated pussy against me and with a big smile said, "You were right. Now I know what REAL fucking is." She hunched her hips up and said, "It even still feels good, doesn't it?" Not waiting for an answer, she pulled my mouth back down to hers for a slow, languid kiss. She was right--it did still feel good. Even though my cock had lost a little of its rigidity, it was still firm, filling the entire cavity of her pussy. The fact that it was Candy under me, her pussy holding my cock in its warm grasp, played games with my libido, keeping me hard despite my having one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I pulled my cock out and shoved it back, testing myself. Yes, it WAS still good. I felt like I could go on forever. Go on forever with Candy. She felt my stroke and shoved against it, murmuring into my mouth. Her hand stroked the back of my neck, a caress reflecting her feelings toward me. Now we were more than father and daughter, our love had a new dimension, a new depth and breadth. She broke our kiss, licking my lips in the process, and whispered, "Are you going to fuck me again, right now?" "Do you want me to?" "YES! Oh, God, yes. Can you?" I pulled my cock out and shoved it back in, saying, "What does than tell you?" Candy grinned and said, "That tells me that my Daddy is about to fuck his little girl again." She pulled her pussy down, letting my cock slip out a little, and then shoved back up, taking it back inside. "Yes, Daddy, do it again. Let's do it over and over again, until we can't do it anymore." I pulled out and got up on my knees, saying, "Let's use another position. This time let's play like we're boy dog and girl dog." Candy grinned, immediately catching on, and got up on her hands and knees, her beautiful ass turned toward me. She turned her head back toward me and smiling, said, "Is this right, Daddy?" Was it right? With that sweet little ass stuck up in the air for me, it was more than right--it was perfect. Her whole bottom was wet from where my come had run down between her legs, and the furrow of her pussy was overflowing from come still oozing out her pussy. Seeing her like that brought all the rigidity back to my cock, and my lust that had declined slightly after my orgasm returned in full force. My cock quivered in anticipation of getting back inside of the hot sexual flesh presented in open invitation before me. I groaned and thrust my shaft up between her legs, pushing it into the wetness of her furrow, seeking Candy's hot, come-dripping hole. Running my cock up and down the channel, I found the opening to her sheath and pushed it in, thrusting my hips forward slowly. My belly at last made contact with her buttocks, making a wet sound. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her in even closer to me, swinging my balls up to where they made contact with her clitoris. I pulled out and then thrust in hard, forcing her hips forward. She folded her arms and laid her head on them so as to steady her ass for my attack. Turning her head back to me, she said, "I like it this way. You go in so deep... deeper than ever before. I can feel your cock going way up inside me." She squirmed her slick buttocks against me and murmured, "Ummnnnn, it feels so good this way." Even though Candy's pussy was still tight, my cock had opened it up considerably. That, coupled with way my previous deposit of sperm increased her lubrication, allowed me to really ram her. From that position, I didn't have to worry about crushing her, and I allowed my lust full play. Gripping her hips, I held her in place and drove in and out of her like a piledriver. Each of my thrusts moved her forward, driving her head into the pillow. She was my lust toy, and I used her body to give me the utmost pleasure possible. With each of my thrusts I muttered, "Yes, baby, deep...oh, sweet pussy... ummm, sweet little girl pussy... oh, god, baby, so good, so good, so good." I wasn't the only one getting pleasure from my pistoning thrusts. Each time I thrust against Candy, she grunted and pushed back hard against me. The cheeks of her ass spread apart and her buttocks flattened against my belly each time I drove into her. As I pulled out, the entrance to her pussy stretched out, clasping my cock as if reluctant to lose contact. We became one creature, fused together in a sphere of pure pleasure. We moaned and muttered our pleasure, inarticulate sounds of lust being completely and fully satisfied. Leaning across Candy's back, I put my hands under her and caressed her hanging breasts, kneading the firm projections and rubbing across the firm nipples. She moved her shoulders up slightly, giving me more room to play with her sensitive nipples. After giving them sufficient attention, I moved my hands lower, down to her drenched sexual area. Using the fingers of both hands, I thoroughly explored the top portion of her wet channel. I felt it widen with each of my thrusts and then come back together as I withdrew. Two of my fingers found her clitoris and rubbed it while the others caressed the inner portions of her labial lips. Feeling her wetness, feeling it as it soaked my hands, served only to intensify the eroticism of the contact. She squirmed her ass and tried to move her legs together as my fingers strummed across her love button. My uninhibited onslaught of her pussy became too much for me and I felt my orgasm surging to its breaking point. The contact of my fingers on her clitoris coupled with the way I see-sawed my cock in and out her was bringing Candy to the same point. Her whole ass quivered and shivers run through her firm little belly. Her moans were continuous as she responded to the multiple stimulation. She bucked up hard against me and shouted, "Oh, God, I'm coming again!" Shudders ran through her body and she collapsed flat, my hands pinned under her, still playing drum beats on her clitoris. I went down with her, continuing to piston my cock in and out with hard, fast strokes. Candy worked her hips up and down, first pushing her clitoris against my fingers and then pushing her pussy against my cock. Each of us was lost in rapture, orgasm sweeping over us in ever higher waves. Hers came on first and she shook under me, shaking her ass in circles, and moaning, "Oh, God...Oh, God." The whole internal portion of her pussy convulsed and jerked, grasping my cock and contracting around it. Even with that restriction, I still managed to drive in and out, as deep as I could go. The combination of her belly convulsing against my hands, the shudder of her furrow against my fingers, and the clutch of her trembling pussy flesh against my cock proved to be the final ignition, though, and I joined her in orgasm, jetting shot after shot of sperm into her already filled pussy. My eyes clouded over, my vision becoming blurred, and I collapsed on top of Candy, barely able to support myself with my arms to keep from crushing her under my weight. It had been the most intense, most satisfying orgasm of my life, and I was totally spent. Each spurt of sperm weakened me, relaxing me. When I finally stopped coming, I was limp, completely used up. We lay there for long moments, gasping, trying to catch our breaths. My cock, now completely satisfied, slowly shrunk and then pulled out of Candy's pussy, dribbling even more come over her. I had come so much that it was leaking out of her pussy, each of her tremors making more pour out. The stream flowed down over my cock and balls and her pussy, and a pool of semen formed under us. Gradually, I came to my senses, my vision returning, and lifted myself and lay down beside her. Her face was turned toward mine, and she smiled softly. Without actually speaking, her lips formed the words, "Thank you, Daddy. I love you." Uncaring about our sleeping in the result of our orgasm, I reached down and pulled the covers over us. Candy went to sleep immediately and I soon followed. * * * * The next morning I woke up to the delicious smell of fresh coffee and bacon frying. I picked up my wrinkled robe from the floor and put it on. Following the smell of breakfast, I went into the kitchen. Candy was standing there in her robe, cooking breakfast for us. The back of her hair was still damp, so I knew she had taken a shower. Turning toward me, she said, "Well, good morning, sunshine. I'm fixing us some breakfast." She grinned and continued, "I figured we need some nourishment after last night. Why don't you get your shower while I finish. Breakfast ought to just about be ready by the time you're through." Following her suggestion, I went into the bathroom and quickly shaved and showered. While showering, I recalled the events of the previous evening. It had been a evening of the most exciting love-making of my life and my cock sprung up in full erection as I remembered what Candy and I had done. Candy might be my daughter, but she was also a passionate woman with a large capacity for love. After forcing myself to think of other things, I got my erection down to a semi-hard and put on my robe and went back into the kitchen. Candy had breakfast on the table and we sat down and ate. Candy didn't say anything, but the looks she gave me were warm and filled with excitement. She conveyed with her eyes that last night hadn't been enough, that she wanted more. She had said we had the whole weekend, and it appeared that she meant it. My cock slowly came fully erect as I considered the prospect. Candy carried her dishes and put them in the sink and I did the same. Standing there at the sink, her robe tied tightly about her, the full perfection of her form showed through the thin fabric. I embraced her from the back, running my hands around to her front and cupping her breasts. "Baby," I whispered into her ear, "last night was the best thing that's happened to me in my entire life." She turned around to me and said, "Me, too, Daddy. It was even better for me." She put her mouth to mine and kissed me lightly, just brushing her tongue across my lower lip. She moved her mouth from mine and said, "Thank you for last night." Stepping away from me to the center of the kitchen, Candy grinned at me and said, "Guess what I've got on under my robe." "I couldn't even begin to guess," I answered. Candy laughed and said, "Nothing. There's nothing under here except your little Candy. Interested?" Interested? God, I lusted after her with a lust that seeming to have no limit. Nine-thirty in the morning, after an evening of love-making that included some of the most intense orgasms of my life, and my cock was standing rigidly away from my body, pushing my robe out in a bulge. It was Candy doing that to me. I just couldn't seem to get enough of her. I looked down at the bulge in the front of my robe and said, "What do you think?" "How about a date, then? Why don't we meet in my bedroom in... let's see...three seconds?" She laughed and ran down the hall, looking back over her shoulder at me with a look that was as lustful as the one I'm sure I was giving her. As soon as we got into her room, we were all over each other, each one trying to get the robe off the other. In seconds, our robes were on the floor and we were standing naked, trembling with desire. Candy moved up against me and put her arms around me, holding me close. "God, Daddy, I think I'm turning into a nymphomaniac. All I can think about is making love with you. All I want is for us to make love, to fuck for twenty- four hours a day. I just can't seem to get enough of you." "God, baby, you too? I thought it was just me. You affect me exactly the same way. No one has ever done that to me before. Just you." Candy pushed her groin against my hard cock and whispered, "Then why are we wasting time?" In answer, I stepped toward the bed, pushing Candy in lock-step with me. When the back of her knees hit the bed, she fell down on it, laughing. Even though she was laughing at the awkward dance we had just performed, her eyes looking up at me showed smoky desire, hunger for more of what we had done last night. What I saw in her eyes inflamed my desires and whetted my hunger even more. With her legs spread as they were, the furrow of her pussy was open, with pink, moist flesh showing. It looked delicious and I had to taste it. I knelt at her feet and spread her legs even farther apart, spreading her labia up so that her wet furrow gaped even wider. Extending my tongue, I licked a circle around her navel and then traced a line down to the dark forest of her pubic fur. I curled my tongue into a tube and, using it like a finger, moved it downward, parting a path through the pubic tresses. When it came to the top of her furrow, I probed down into it, brushing my tongue lightly across the firm button of Candy's little man in the boat. Candy gasped and thrust her hips up to me, pushing her hot vulva against my mouth. "Ohhh, Daddy!" she murmured. "Oh, God, I was hoping you would do this. Barbie told me about your doing it to her, and I nearly came in my panties from hearing her tell how good it was." Candy's words excited me even more and I put my whole mouth into her furrow and licked and slurped up and down, trying to reach every part of it. I put my hands under her buttocks and lifted her up so that I could get to her better. As I moved down to the lower portion of the gash, I spread her cheeks apart and probed my tongue even lower. I could see the little crinkled rosebud nestled in the cleft between her cheeks and I drove my tongue down to it and licked and caressed it. She squirmed her hips in response and said, "Oh, Daddy, that's nasty!" I spread her cheeks apart even wider and rimmed her harder, probing the tip of my tongue down into the midst of the little wrinkles. She moved her hips from side to side and said, "Oh, God, nasty... so dirty... ummnnnn... oohh... yes... good. Oooooohhhh, I love it!" I replaced my tongue with a finger tip, using it to rub and gently caress Candy's little nether hole. Running my tongue from there upwards, I came to the opening into her tight love tunnel. She had become completely aroused now, and cream was flowing out and covering all her tender vaginal furrow. I put my mouth right on top of her opening and spread my lips wide, stretching her vagina wider. I sucked on it, drawing out more of her cream, and then plunged my tongue in as far as I could extend it. I twisted it around and around, moving it on the vaginal walls and caressing her interior. Rolling it up into a hard little tube, I plunged my tongue in and out, giving her a miniature version of intercourse. That action coupled with the way my finger played with her little asshole soon had her breathing fast and moving her hips up and down. I withdrew my tongue and replaced it with the thumb of the hand that was caressing her asshole. Keeping that hand in motion, moving both my finger tip and thumb around and in her two lower orifices, I moved my mouth up and placed it over her clitoris. As my tongue came out and laved her swollen clitoris, she gasped and jerked her hips up to my mouth. I sucked the little nubbin between my lips, and holding it like that, strummed my tongue over and across the exposed surface of her hard pleasure knot. She put both her hands on my head and pressed my face in closer to her, moaning and muttering, "Ohhhh, yessss... do it... suck me... yesss... oohhh... I love it... oh, I love it!" Candy was soon rocking back and forth on her elbows, moving her hips against mine in little short thrusts. I followed each of her motions, never once losing my contact with her clitoris. I felt trembles and shudders in her thighs, and her clitoris started little jerking movements between my lips. Suddenly, her vagina clamped down on my thumb and squeezed hard. Her buttocks clenched, the muscles in them becoming hard knots, and she screamed, "Coming! Oh, God, I'm commiinng, commmiinnggg!" I kept licking her clitoris, carrying her all the way through her orgasm. After a while, she jerked her hips away from my mouth and whispered, "Please, no more." I took my mouth away from her and sat up straight, wanting to see her in the full aftermath of orgasm. She had her eyes closed, and lay there trembling, a flush across her face and a red blush covering her breasts and the area between them. Cream was flowing from her pussy and moving in a little stream down her furrow to the cleft between her cheeks. She had come hard and was still breathing fast, slowly recovering from the intense pleasure of her clitoral orgasm. I moved up and sat on the bed beside her and stroked her hair, softly and tenderly, as she relaxed and came down from the high she had just experienced. After a little while, she stopped her labored breathing and opened her eyes, looking up at me. She reached out a hand and put in on my thigh, saying, "God, Daddy, that was the first time anyone has ever done that to me. I see what Barbie was talking about -- it's good -- really, really good." She smiled and said, "Oooohh, WAS it good! I don't know which I like best, that way, or the natural way. I'm glad we can do both. That way I'm not forced to make a choice." Candy sat up on the bed beside me, her hand still on my thigh, and said, "Now, dear Daddy, it's your turn. Daddy's little girl is going to do you like you did her." Reaching out her hand, she wrapped it around my cock and slowly jacked it up and down, spreading my pre- come over its entire length. Then, without letting loose of my cock, she knelt down in front of me and engulfed half my cock into her mouth. Clamping her lips tight around my shaft, she applied suction and used her tongue on the sensitive head and glans. Reacting to her sudden onslaught of pleasure, I sucked in my breath and jerked my hips up to her mouth. From the way she went after my cock, it was obvious that Candy had natural oral tendencies. She sucked and slurped on it, moving it in and out her mouth just as though she were using it as a substitute pussy. I had gotten so aroused from eating her, from seeing the rapture of her orgasm, that I was soon trembling and moaning from the intense pleasure she was giving me. "Oh, God, baby, that's good. Ummnnnn, I'm getting close, close." If anything, she intensified her efforts, taking even more of my cock into her mouth and slurping and licking it with even more force. "Oh, Baby, you'd better stop. If you don't stop, I'm going to come, come right in your mouth." She looked up at me, her eyes twinkling, and formed her lips into a smile around my shaft. Candy continued to look up at me, a smile still on her lips, and sucked even harder. She put a hand under my balls and lightly caressed my scrotum. With rapid motions, she bobbed her head back and forth, moving my cock in and out of her mouth. The action of her tongue, the warm wetness of her mouth, and the movement of her lips up and down my shaft proved too much, and I thrust my cock toward her hard, driving as much of it into her mouth as she could take. "Oh, God, baby," I groaned, shooting a huge spurt of sperm right on top of her tongue. It was followed by another then another, and Candy gulped, trying to swallow the thick sperm gushing out of my cock. Even though she managed to get most of it, some flowed out over her lower lip and ran in little streams out each corner of her mouth. Her chin was soon covered with my flow and white, thick drops dripped down on the floor. I fell back on the bed, trembling in the throes of my orgasm, as Candy continued to suck on my cock and swallow the mouthful of come I had given her. After a few moments, I recovered from my orgasm to realize that Candy was still at work on my cock, licking it and sucking lightly on it. Responding to that treatment, it stayed completely rigid, fully erect. I sat up and put my hands alongside her head and gently pulled her mouth from off my cock. I lifted her up and pulled her alongside on the bed. If my cock hadn't already been hard, it would have gotten that way from just looking at her. Her whole mouth was covered with the white, thick coating of my come, and drops of it still clung to her chin, hanging down, but not yet falling. She licked her lips and then, using her fingers, wiped the flow from her chin and into her mouth. She smiled and said, "This isn't bad at all. Almost tasteless--kind of like egg whites." Then, grinning, she said, "In fact, seeing that it's your come, I have to admit that I kind of like it." Candy put her hand down to my cock and fondled it, gently squeezing and rubbing it. Her hand was still wet from my come and the combined lubrication of my come and her saliva made the contact very pleasurable. She grinned at me and said, "In case you're wondering why I'm paying so much attention to your cock, it's because I'm trying to keep you good and hard. I've got plans for your hard cock, plans I think you'll like." I had a hard time imagining anything I could like better than what she had just done, and my cock swelled in her hand at the thought of something even better. "What kind of plans do you have in mind?" I asked. Without answering, Candy let go my cock and moved up to the center of the bed. Getting on all fours, she turned her ass to me and reached down and pulled her cheeks apart. I could see all of her sweet ass, from the wet opening of her pussy all the way up to where the cleft blended into her back. She turned her head toward me and then took a finger and put it on her little anus. "Did you do Barbie here? Did you fuck her right here?" My cock became as rigid as it was possible to be in response to her question. If I were interpreting her question correctly, she was going to ask me to fuck her in the ass. I had never fucked anyone in the ass, not even Candy's mother, and it was something I had long wanted to do. Now, Candy was going to ask me to do it. Hot and flushed with excitement and lust, I answered, "No, we didn't do that." Candy grinned and said, "Good. Then do it to me. Stick your cock in here and do me here. That way there won't anything virgin left about me." She put a hand to her mouth and said, "This is no longer virgin," and moving the hand down to her pussy, she added, "And this is no longer virgin for sure." She pushed a finger tip into her asshole and said, "This is the only virginity I have left, and I want you to take it, too." As much as I wanted to fuck Candy in the ass, I wanted to make sure she knew what she was doing. "It might hurt you some, Baby," I cautioned her. "Not if you use K-Y Jelly. One of my girlfriends in school tells me that she and her boyfriend do it this way all the time in order to avoid any chance on her getting pregnant. She says that K-Y Jelly keeps it from hurting. Go look in the right hand drawer of my bathroom medicine cabinet and you'll find some." I went and got the K-Y Jelly and came back into the bedroom. As I entered I could see that Candy had her hand in her pussy rubbing her clitoris. She didn't stop her rubbing when she saw me, and said, "I guess I got a little impatient." I squirted K-Y Jelly on my cock and completely coated it with the slippery cream. Getting up on the bed, I squirted a blob right on top of Candy's little anus, covering it completely. Then I squeezed some out on my index finger, making sure it was covered. Working very carefully, I pushed my jelly-covered finger into her little opening, spreading it open and pushing all the way in. I rotated my finger, coating all the inside of her ass, making it slippery. I repeated the action, adding even more lubrication inside her tight little anal tunnel. She squirmed and moaned as I performed the preliminary steps, enjoying having my finger inside her. She looked back at me and said, "That should be plenty. Now put your cock inside me. Fuck me in the ass, Daddy. Make me a woman in every way." My cock jerked in response to her words. She didn't know it, but she was about to make me a man in every way. I pushed my cock up against her little opening and pressed into her. At first it didn't budge at all, just rammed against the tightness of her opening. Then I felt her relax a little and the head went all the way in, spreading the tight ring of her opening around my shaft. I paused, giving her a chance to get used to having me inside ass, and asked, "You okay, sweetheart? Still want to go on?" "Oh, yes. You don't have to stop. It doesn't hurt. It just feels like I need to go the bathroom real bad. Keep on, get it all the way in me." I pushed a little more and then all resistance abruptly stopped. Once I had the head of my cock past her sphincter, it went in easily. I continued to push in until my cock was completely inside her, the wiry hair at the base of my cock crushed against her buttocks. I had thought her pussy was hot and tight, but it didn't begin to compare with her ass. It was incredibly tight and so warm that my cock felt like it was inside a furnace. The walls of her anus were smooth against my cock, different from her vagina in ways that couldn't even be described, but just as pleasure-giving. She tested her reflexes by contracting the walls around my cock, squeezing down on it, and a wave of pleasure swept over me. Candy's mouth and pussy were sheer delights, but her ass was at least their equal, if not better. "Ooohh, Baby," I said, "you have to have the sweetest ass in the world." Candy laid her head down and started rocked her ass to and fro, pulling my cock out and then pushing it back in. The K-Y Jelly was working perfectly and my cock was able to move in and out freely. Matching her motions, I started my own thrusts and withdrawals. Soon we were moving fast, grinding ourselves against each other, grunting each time our flesh slapped together. Leaning down and reaching under her, I put my hands down to her breasts and fondled them. When I did, she moved her arms under mine and put her hands in her pussy, gently rubbing her clitoris in perfect timing with the motions of my cock as it reamed her sweet, tight ass. The interior control she had was amazing. Each time I pressed my phallus completely within her, she squeezed down on it, pressing the hot, slick tube of her ass around it. The ring of her sphincter tightened down on it at the same time, and the effect was a combination of stroking and velvet-like massage of my whole shaft. The total effect -- the action of her ass on my cock, seeing the rocking and squirming of Candy's perfect, sweet ass, and the knowledge that we were engaged in the ultimate act of father-daughter incest -- was becoming more than my already overloaded senses could bear. The sensual pressure just built and built, escalating to where my sperm was almost ready to burst out in a hot flood. I speeded up my strokes, driving into her upturned ass with long, hard strokes. My breath was ragged, almost a pant, and I gripped her hips and jerked her toward me with almost brutal force. "Oh, God, baby! Almost there!" I shouted. Candy's drove her fingers deep within her pussy, thrusting them in and out, and I could feel them through the thin membrane that separated them from my thrusting, rigid shaft. She muttered, "Yes! Fuck me! Come with me, fill me up with come. Ohh god, yes, yes, YES!" Candy's orgasm came on her and her ass muscles clamped down on my cock, sending wave after wave of shudders over it. It was too much, and with a hard contraction, a jet of sperm shot out my jerking cock, shooting up deep into her belly. She squirmed her ass hard against my cock and muttered, "Ohhh, I can feel you coming. I can feel each one of your spurts. Ohh, come, come, commmeeee...." Relaxing at last, Candy fell prone, my cock still buried in her little tunnel. She moaned, her hands still under her moving in her pussy, still pushed her ass up and down, alternating pressure between her fingers and my cock. Her motions slowed gradually, and then she lay still. Her anus was still completely relaxed, open around my cock, and as my cock lost its erection, it gradually came out of her opening and fell between her ass cheeks. I rolled off her then, laying on my side, and looked at her, filled with feelings of love and tenderness. Her eyes were closed and her face relaxed. A little stream of saliva ran out of one corner of her mouth, and she reached her tongue out and captured it. Lifting herself, she pulled her arms from underneath her and turned toward me, opening her eyes. Reaching out her arm, she put her hand, still wet from being in her pussy, on my shoulder and pulled her face and against mine and kissed me. It was a soft, slow, tender kiss, filled with the languor and relaxation of complete satiation, the afterglow of orgasm that pleasures and satisfies the entire body. She broke the kiss and smiled, saying, "Now there's nothing about me that's non-virgin. I believe I came harder that way than the others." Her face became more serious and she said, "Did you ever do that with Momma?" "No, sweetheart, that was my first time with anyone." She clutched me to her and said, "That means in a way I got your virginity." She smiled and moving her lips to mine, she whispered, "Oh, Daddy, I like that." Our lips blended together and we kissed for a long time, each savoring the new relationship we had. * * * * By the time Sunday afternoon came, Candy and I explored every position, every aspect of sexuality I could think of. By my count, probably not too reliable, I had eleven orgasms that weekend. I didn't attempt to estimate how many Candy had, probably four times that number. Just before she went out to her car to leave for Austin, she said, "Kiss me good-bye, Daddy. Do it inside here where people can't see." We kissed, a deep kiss that wasn't meant for father and daughter. She broke away and said, "Daddy, I just can't seem to get enough of you. If I come home next weekend, can we spend it like we did this one?" I looked at her and said, "No." She got a surprised, disappointed look on her face, and I laughed and said, "It won't be like this weekend, it'll be even better. Sweetheart, I can hardly wait." She dimpled up and said, "It's a date then--a Daddy and Candy date." When she drove off, I was left with a half-hard. I knew that our relationship couldn't last, that just like Barbie, now that she was tuned into her sexuality she would quickly find a young man to meet all her needs. Until then, though, I plan to just enjoy my good fortune. By the time next weekend comes, my now half-hard cock will be fully ready, just aching and throbbing to get back inside my sweet daughter's mouth, pussy, and ass. The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 66