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Ginny
by Brody (no address provided)

***

A nerdy high school boy suddenly scores but his family 
moves. Little does he know that he actually became a 
dad! Years later his high school sweet heart finds him 
and he reconnects with her and her daughter. (M/f-
teen, ped, 1st, oral, rom)

***

PART ONE

Chapter 1

I was a nerdy teenager. Tall, scrawny, not good at 
sports. Wore glasses and then contacts. I played in 
the band--and that was about the only way that I would 
ever see action on the football field. I had a few 
friends, none real close, but I knew how to avoid 
others that I perceived as untrustworthy or potential 
tormenters. And although I thought about girls all the 
time, nothing ever appeared on the radar.

Well, hardly ever. I had a crush a couple of times, 
but it never went past the junior high, puppy love 
stage. Just a little hand-holding and hanging around 
each other's lockers between classes. Nothing more. 
And even that was only for a couple of weeks.

That's what made my 10th grade liaison so 
extraordinary. I knew who Jamie Grant was. I was an 
observer--I tried to know without being known. She was 
in the band, played clarinet just like I did and we 
would often march side-by-side in formation. By the 
middle of football season, I found that I could 
actually talk with her and she seemed to enjoy talking 
with me--or at least she wasn't repulsed by me or made 
fun of me. It seemed so natural when we'd just talk. 

One afternoon, we were making our way back from the 
practice field to the band room. Everyone else had 
gone on ahead or were way behind us. Jamie suddenly 
asked, "What's your vision?"

Without thinking I made tried a funny reply. "Seeing 
naked girls."

Jamie stopped, put her hand over her mouth then 
laughed. "Did you just say that?"

Suddenly I felt awkward. And a bit embarrassed.. 
"Yeah, sorry, I was trying to be funny...."

"That is so funny," she continued. "I was talking 
about your eyesight and you suddenly blab on about 
naked girls."

I smiled sheepishly.

She stopped and looked at me. "Anyone in particular?" 
She grinned.

I really felt on the spot then! Jamie wasn't the most 
popular girl, nor was she seen as the prettiest in the 
school, but she really had a sweet face, lovely honey-
colored hair, striking green eyes and a nice 
curvaceous body that she usually kept moderately 
hidden under sweaters and jeans. She was nearly the 
oldest in our class and I was almost the youngest. She 
was turning 16 in December; I was turning 15 in 
November.

"Tits," I finally said.

"Whose?"

I swallowed hard then said, "I think if you were to 
give me a flash of your breasts, I would probably die 
of sheer joy and pleasure."

Now she turned a bit red. "Really?" she finally said. 
"Can't go doing that now, can I? You'd tell and then 
people would go and talk."

"No one would ever believe me even if I did talk."

She laughed then slapped my shoulder. "You certainly 
have an active imagination!"

And that's where it stood for another week or two. Our 
school had a Saturday afternoon football game. It was 
"away" so the band had to arrive early and catch the 
bus. I lived quite a ways away from school so walking 
was out of the question. Nor did I drive. That meant 
that I would stay around till one of my parents would 
pick me up. Only that day, they both had some party 
with Dad's work that they had to be at that evening. 
Jamie offered to let me hang out at her house after 
the game till my parents could pick me up. My parents 
talked with her parents and everyone agreed that this 
would be okay.

It was a lovely late October day, cool, sunny and 
brisk as soon as the sun set. Our team won and soon we 
were back on the bus riding back to school. Jamie sat 
beside me and whispered in my ear, "My mom and dad are 
going to be out till much later tonight too."

The thought staggered my mind!

And there in her home was a note saying that her 
parents would be back with her little brother around 
8:30 or so.

"That gives us at least an hour and a half," Jamie 
suddenly said, dropping her band stuff and instrument 
on the kitchen table. "Go ahead and put your stuff 
here too."

I set my instrument on the table and turned around as 
she was unbuttoning her band uniform. I stared. She 
met my gaze and smiled. "I really want to see if you 
would die of joy or not."

My mouth went pasty and dry. I could barely breath--
and I didn't blink.

In a moment her top was off and I was staring at her 
smooth skin which still held a hint of summer's tan. 
But mostly I stared at her white bra. As I continued 
to stare, Jamie reached behind and unhooked the clasp 
then shrugged. Her bra sloughed forward and off and I 
was staring at two lovely orbs. Delicious teen tits, 
each a little smaller than a half baseball topped with 
a nipple that was dark pink and crinkly.

"You're not dead, yet," she stated matter-of-factly.

I decided to play along and slumped to the floor. In a 
moment she was on top of me, kissing my lips and 
pretending to give me artificial respiration. Finally 
I reacted and threw my arms around her, hugging her 
tightly as I returned her kisses. I could hardly 
believe that my hand were touching the bare skin of 
her back.

"You killed me and brought me back," I whispered.

"I want to keep doing that then," she replied. "Let's 
go into the den. And get naked!"

Didn't have to ask me twice. We left a trail of band 
uniforms between the kitchen and the den. She fell 
backward on the love seat and I collapsed on top of 
her, thrilling that my naked body was touching her 
naked body, my crazy engorged, rock-hard dick was 
drilling into her body somewhere around her thigh or 
hip.

"Jeremy," she whispered, pulling her lips off of mine. 
"I want to do this right. Okay?"

I sat back and nodded. I tried to look into her eyes, 
but kept staring at her tits. They were much smaller 
than I had imagined them, but still very lovely. Her 
stomach was smooth and flat, indented only by the 
navel. I could still see a hint of a tan line above 
her breasts and across her thighs. She only wore a one 
piece swim suit during the summer. But now she wore 
nothing. Nothing! And there her pussy lay hidden 
behind a light dusting of dark hairs between her legs.

"I hardly know what to say," I said once I found my 
voice.

"Then don't. Do you know what to do?"

I looked at her and then rolled my eyes. "This is a 
first for me."

"Me too. Let's just experiment. But you can't put your 
pecker in my pussy."

I must have looked pretty dejected at that statement 
because she laughed and added, "But we can do 
everything else. I just don't want to get pregnant." 
She took my hand and pulled me close. "I love feeling 
your body touching my body." She kissed me on the lips 
again. "You don't know how horny I've been since I 
found out you'd be here and mom and dad wouldn't!"

My dick was twitching excitedly against her thigh. I 
finally remembered that I had hands of my own and 
started feeling her tits. Yes, they were small, but 
they were the largest tits I had ever touched. I was 
overwhelmed with sensations and raw lust. I had only 
vaguely imagined that things like this happened, but 
here I was with a real live naked girl and she was 
horny as a toad!

"Lick my tits, Jeremy," she said hoarsely. I scooted 
down and began mouthing her tits. Small nipples topped 
each, but I was fascinated by how smooth her skin was 
and how hard each nipple felt under my lips and 
tongue. "Oh, that's it," she whispered, grasping my 
head in her hands. Her fingers rubbed a spot on my 
scalp as if she was frigging her own clit.

I knew a little about the female anatomy so I moved 
one hand down between her legs and rubbed around on 
her pussy. I was amazed at several things: first how 
warm it felt; then how little was really there--it was 
just a patch of fuzz over some soft springy skin. 
Then! Then I actually slipped into her slit. It was 
weird! I never imagined how wet and slippery it would 
be in an excited female's love crack. I was a little 
taken aback by all the goo, but she moaned then and 
gutteralized, "Oh, yes!" Her hand felt mine and pinned 
it in her slit. So I stayed trapped, licking and 
sucking her tits with one hand in her cookie jar.

This went on for several minutes. I was beginning to 
grow tired. My jaw ached from using it on her nipples 
so much and my hand was pinned in her slit at an odd 
angle. Then suddenly she stiffened. With one hand she 
pressed my head tightly against her breast; with the 
other she smashed my left hand against her pussy. Her 
thighs closed in around my hand like vise grips. All 
the while she made a gasping and moaning sound. I was 
a little freaked out at first, but her hands kept me 
in place so I obediently stayed, pressed up against 
her intimate parts.

Finally she relaxed and I collapsed against her. We 
stayed like that for a good five minutes. All the 
while, my dick was aching because it was so engorged 
and so pressed up hard against her leg.

"That was wonderful, Jeremy!" she finally said. "It 
was like nothing I've ever had before."

I looked up in her face. She smiled sweetly and I knew 
I was completely in love. I would do anything for this 
wonderful girl who just opened up her intimate parts 
for me to touch. But I needed something now too! I 
scooted my dick along her leg.

"You need yours now," she said, pushing me to one side 
and then on my back. "You lay there and I'll fix you 
up good."

I lay back on the love seat, propped up, watching her 
kneel beside me. She took my spasming dick in her 
hands and said, "Oh, he's so cute! I need to give him 
a kiss!" And then she planted a huge wet kiss on my 
dick head. I was unprepared for how wonderful that 
would feel. She proceeded to kiss every square inch of 
my dick--top and bottom as well as both side--then she 
started licking it like a lollipop. Starting near the 
base straight up to the tip. I had masturbated many 
time before and knew what it felt like just before my 
jism boiled out, but this was so over the top 
incredibly wonderful. I was about to explode.

"I'm about ready to shoot a wad," I weakly cautioned.

"Goody," she replied between licks. And then she 
licked harder. My dick twitched, my balls drew up into 
my body, then my jism erupted. I gasped. I had never 
felt anything like that before. Dang! Even my toes 
curled in voluntarily. My spunk blasted all over her 
face and across my chest. Probably four major blasts 
and several twitches after.

She kept holding onto my dick as it slowly deflated, 
staring intently at it and my jism. Finally she wiped 
the white spunk from her nose and giggled. "Wow! I 
didn't realize that it would go ballistic like that. 
Oh, sheesh! You have some on your face too!"

We were very happy with what we had found and wished 
that we had a lot more time to explore each other. But 
given the fact her parents were coming back and my 
parents would be there not too long afterwards, we 
were afraid to try anything more that night.

We had several opportunities to get each other off 
like that over the next several months. It was winter 
which meant cold weather outside, but it's amazing how 
warm you can feel when you're hot for someone. We 
would take walks down along the creek and she would 
sit in front of me and I would have my hands in her 
crotch. She only let me do that if my fingers were 
warmed up. We reversed it and she had her hands in my 
pants, but I thought that her cool fingers felt divine 
against my burning hot dick.

We never had sex till March. I had just found out that 
my dad was transferred and would be moving us to a 
different state. Jamie and I were heart-broken. I 
tried to think of all the reasons why I should stay. 
Then Jamie tried to think of reasons to come with me. 
It wouldn't work.

"Before you go, I want you to come inside me," she 
said one March evening. No one else was at her home 
and would be for another hour. "I want to feel you 
squirt your joy juice into my pussy," she whispered. 
"Make me a woman tonight. Make me *your* woman!"

I didn't need to be asked twice. We were both naked in 
a flash and I was licking and sucking her tits like my 
life depended on it.

"No, no," she said, forcing my head away. "I'm already 
primed. Just slip on inside and enjoy."

She spread out on her bed and opened her legs wide for 
me. What a beautiful sight. Her pussy was puffy and 
pink. That I could see even through the dark strands 
of pubic hair that lined either side of her labia. Her 
inner labia were stretched and glistening in their 
pussy dew. I touched her mound and felt how wet she 
was. I placed the head of my dick against that lovely 
slit.

"Oh, Jamie, you are so beautiful!"

"Show me how beautiful," she whispered. "Drive that 
dick deep inside."

I rubbed the head against her labia. She moaned. My 
dick twitched in glee! I pressed further and watched 
as the tip disappeared into her slit. "Yes," she 
whispered. I felt a resistance. She pulled me closer 
to her and I pressed even harder. I heard her stifle a 
cry as my dick plunged most of the way into her 
pussy's depths. If having her lips and tongue swirling 
over my dick was great, this was a thousand times more 
incredible! I was flooded with so many sensations of 
joy and pleasure! But I suddenly recalled her cry.

I held still and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay now," she whispered. "Just hold still while 
I get used to you being there."

"What's it feel like?"

"Like nothing I've ever experienced. And it's feeling 
wonderful know that it's you inside me now." She 
stopped and I saw a tear in her eye. I wiped it away. 
"I'm okay, it's just that I'm overwhelmed with happy 
now. You better start plunging in and out otherwise 
I'm going to force you to stay in here forever cuz it 
feels so good!"

I pounded her for about a minute, maybe a little more, 
then I blasted several wads into the depths of her 
pussy as I buried my dick as deep as it would go. She 
grasped my back side and held me tightly. She wouldn't 
let me pull out or roll off till long after my dick 
shriveled and plopped out on its own. I felt my cum 
trickle down between our legs.

"Thank you," she said at long last. "That was 
wonderful."

Suddenly we heard a car in the driveway. Two bodies 
scrambled and dressed faster than I thought possible. 
She even hid the cum stain in her bed. We were somehow 
both seated in the living room when her mom came in. I 
stayed for dinner then was driven home. That was the 
last time that we were intimate with each other.

My family moved at the end of March. I wrote Jamie 
often and got letters from her till about June or 
July. Then nothing. I was heartbroken. My parents 
counseled me saying that long distant relationships 
were hard and nearly always impossible unless the guy 
had a good job to pay for visiting and phone calls and 
the like. I knew what they were saying--I just didn't 
want to hear it. But nothing I did made Jamie reappear 
in my life. She was several states away and now she 
was as good as gone forever.


Chapter 2

So that was my sophomore year. I was a mere callow 
youth of 15. I went on, mostly got over the loss and 
the hurt, got a degree in engineering and moved to 
California. During this time, my mom passed away due 
to cancer and my Dad became frail and senile. He was 
in a hospice and fortunately he had set up funds to 
take care of his situation. The doctor put my mind at 
ease by assuring me that dad really didn't recognize 
me much at all. I could visit but it would be more for 
me than him.

And since I was an only child, I basically felt like I 
had no family left at all.

Then there came a phone call. It was an Saturday 
afternoon in October--sunny somewhat warm California 
fall weather. I was 26 almost 27, still unmarried and 
still very much a social wall-flower: geeky and nerdy.

I picked the phone up and heard, "Is this Jeremy? 
Jeremy Atkins?"

"Yes?" I couldn't pin whose the voice was yet, but it 
sounded so familiar.

"Oh!" and then there was a muffled shriek and a thud 
like the phone had been dropped.

"Hello, Hello?" I repeated.

"I'm sorry, I just fumbled the phone," the voice said. 
The voice was warm and inviting, sounding like the 
voice of a distant October so long before!

"Who is this?" I asked, suddenly realizing that I knew 
the answer.

"I'm so sorry for interrupting you, Jeremy, but I just 
found out where you lived and I had to catch up."

There was a long pause. I hardly breathed. "Who is 
this?" I asked again, my voice shaking.

"I'm Jamie. Jamie Grant."

I felt light headed so I sat down on the floor next to 
the phone.

"You remember me?" she went on.

"Yes. Yes, I do," I finally answered. "I'm just 
surprised to hear from you. That's all."

"I figured. First, I have to ask. Are you married?"

"No...."

"Okay," I heard a sigh on the other end of the phone. 
"That will make this a bit easier."

"What?"

"There's a lot to explain and there's important things 
that you need to know. But first I want to apologize 
for losing touch with you. It wasn't my fault."

"What?"

"Let me explain. My parents cut us off. I was ready to 
run away and live with you. But they found out that I 
was pregnant and they kept me from writing you and 
even sent me to live with my grandma till after the 
baby was born." She paused. I heard her start speaking 
a couple of times but her voice caught and she 
stopped. "They even tore up all the letters that you 
sent me. I tried to write you several times, but they 
intercepted it and tore it up. And then when I finally 
did write you, you must have moved!"

"I'm so sorry, Jamie." My mind was reeling. The old 
ache from missing Jamie was now wide open. And there 
she was on the other end of the phone. And wait! What 
did she say? "Pregnant?" I asked.

"Yes. I had a little baby just before Christmas."

"A baby?" I repeated.

"Our baby, Jeremy." And her voice broke again. 

My heart caught in my throat. I was overcome with 
conflicting emotions. "Our baby?" I repeated. "Tell me 
more."

"She had the cutest little button nose, very blue eyes 
and she had your dark brown hair."

"I wish that I had known."

"Me too. But she's not a baby anymore, Jeremy. She's 
10. Almost 11." There was a long pause. I guess she 
was waiting for all this new info to sink into my 
brain. Maybe she was waiting for more signs of how I 
was taking the news. "And, Jeremy? She needs a daddy."

I won't go into all the details of the reunion and the 
meeting of my daughter for the first time. But Ginny 
was the sweetest looking 10 year old that I could 
imagine. Yes, she had my dark brown hair, but she was 
Jamie in miniature in every other way. The long and 
short of it was that I paid for their plane ticket out 
to California. Jamie said she was next to broke and 
her mom wasn't that keen on me being in the picture 
again.

I met them in San Francisco. I had taken the rest of 
the week off. It was a lovely November day right after 
a rain. The air was crisp and clean and the visibility 
seemed like you could see forever. Jamie melted into 
my arms and cried softly. Ginny stood next to her and 
looked embarrassed or out of place. Jamie looked 
tired--the previous decade had been rough on her. But 
she still had that cute smile and sparkling eyes. Her 
hair was shorter, lightly styled shoulder length but 
more of a mousey brown than the golden honey that I 
had remembered. I felt her tits press into my ribs as 
my hands softly played with the small of her back.

"It's so good to see you, Jamie," I finally said, 
wiping a tear from her cheek.

She sniffed. "I can't believe it. I'm just an 
emotional wreck. I can't believe how happy I am but I 
am crying. Here, let me introduce you to Ginny."

The young girl extended her hand toward me and I took 
it and shook it. "Pleased to meet you, Ginny."

She smiled but said nothing. She was a lovely child, 
and like I said she looked very much like her mom 
except for darker hair. Her smile would cause her eyes 
to sparkle. Just like Jamie's.

We drove around and I showed them the sights. Jamie 
sat as close to me as possible in the bench seat of my 
little Toyota pickup. Ginny sat next to the door and 
at first she seemed like she wanted to be as far away 
from me as possible; but as the afternoon wore on, she 
did open up and smile more. After lunch I finally 
heard her speak voluntarily. It was her mother's 
voice.

We finally made it back to my apartment close to 8 
o'clock--but that would have been close to 11 in their 
time zone. Jamie was very tired. I set them up in my 
bedroom and grabbed a sheet and blanket for myself on 
the couch.

"I don't think it's fair to kick you out of your bed," 
Jamie began.

I placed my finger on her lips and said, "You're in no 
position to argue. Go get some sleep." I kissed her 
forehead and she hugged me in return.

"You are too sweet. Thank you for everything!"

I said "Good night," then turned to finish up some 
project in the kitchen before turning in myself. It 
was about a half hour later as I was sitting down on 
the couch that I heard light footsteps behind me. I 
turned and saw Ginny standing in the doorway.

"Hello. Need something?"

She shook her head.

"What's up?"

She was quiet.

I pointed at a chair across from me and said, "Wanna 
sit down?"

She nodded then made a bee-line straight for the couch 
and sat right next to me. I really didn't know how to 
read her yet, but something in me said to keep it 
light and non-threatening. "I'm glad to have finally 
met you, Miss Ginny."

She giggled.

"Why are you laughing?"

"No one calls me, Miss Ginny."

"I did. It's an old fashion way of showing respect. 
Ever see some old movies about people a hundred years 
ago or more? They always were respectful and spoke 
courteously to each other."

"What movies?"

I racked my brain trying to think of things that Jamie 
might have like and let her daughter watch. "I dunno, 
things like 'Emma' or 'Pride and Prejudice'?" 

She shook her head. "You've seen those? I heard they 
were girlie movies."

"And aren't you a girl?" I smiled.

She laughed again. "Yes, but you aren't. Why would you 
watch them?"

"Because I took a girl to go see them."

The smile disappeared from her face. "I thought mom 
said you weren't married."

"I'm not."

"But you said..."

"I said I went on a date. Not the same thing."

"Oh." And then she was quiet for a while.

"Perhaps, I should rent those movies to make sure that 
you and your mom see them?"

"Really?"

I nodded. "Let's ask your mom tomorrow, okay?"

She nodded her head up and down vigorously.

I smiled at how she was warming up to me. She was 
taking things in her own time. She sat there and 
looked around my living room. Not a whole lot--I was a 
young bachelor and hadn't decorated beyond basic 
furniture and TV and stereo. She was wearing a thin 
night gown and the way it hung I could see that her 
breasts were beginning to develop--wide, dark areolas 
were visible, pressing out against the thin white 
fabric. Her legs had remnants of a lovely summer tan. 
She was not fat or even chubby, but she had some 
padding that gave her a definite feminine look.

She looked back at me. Her eyebrows were dark and 
striking. They furrowed across her forehead in a 
question. "What?"

"I'm just looking at you," I said. "I can't believe 
that you are my daughter."

"Well, it'll take a little getting used to, won't it?"

I nodded. "So why'd you come down here? Couldn't you 
sleep?"

She shook her head. "It's the first time I've ever 
been away from home."

I nodded. Jamie told me that they lived with her mom--
her dad passed away a few years before. Jamie worked 
as a sales person in a clothing store, but still 
didn't have a lot of money. She never hooked up with 
anyone else, probably for the same reason that I 
hadn't yet either. Somewhere deep inside there was the 
longing for that first love of that few months of our 
sophomore year.

"So what do you think?" I asked. "What's it like being 
out here in California?"

"It's okay," she said.

"Just okay?"

"No, it's fine. I was just a little scared about 
coming." She looked up into my eyes with her lovely 
blue-green eyes and said, "I really didn't know what 
it would be like to meet you. You know, I mean...."

"I understand."

"You do?"

I nodded. "Of course! It can be a little overwhelming 
meeting someone for the first time--especially if 
they're supposed to be special and all. You never know 
how it's going to turn out."

"How 'bout you? Were you a little scare about meeting 
me?"

"Scared? No. Seriously wondering who you would be and 
if you would like me? Yes! But I knew you would be a 
nice girl because I know your mom."

"You know, I have to say...." she paused and twiddled 
her fingers and looked cute and girly like in an 
embarrassed sort of cute way. "I gotta say that you 
are a lot nicer than what I had imagined."

"Why's that?"

"I've never seem Mom so happy." She looked back up in 
my face with deep probing eyes. "She's had a lot of 
sadness, but you've brought her such joy ever since 
she first called you a couple of weeks ago."

"Sadness?" I didn't really know what I was getting 
into here.

"Grandma says it's all a cuz she had a baby as a 
teenager. My mom says that was her decision and she is 
right happy that she had me. Then Grandma says well 
you're dirt poor and ain't never gonna get out of it."

Ginny was sitting there repeating those words and I 
heard the anger and frustration that her mom and 
grandma were suffering. My heart melted. I wanted to 
do right for Jamie and for Ginny. I wanted to show 
Mrs. Grant that she was dead wrong.

"Ginny?" I held my arms out to her. "May I give you a 
hug? A real good night sort of hug?"

She flew into my arms and latched onto me as if she 
were about never to lose me again! I held her close 
and stroked her long straight hair. "Your Grandma said 
you'd never get out of it. But did you ever imagine 
that you'd fly out to California?"

She shook her head against my shoulder.

"And did you ever imagine that you would ever have a 
good night hug from your daddy?"

Again she shook her head.

"That means that good things are happening. Your 
Grandma didn't see them cause she was too discouraged. 
We'll make things happen and then she'll see."

"I like that," she whispered.

I just held her close. She had scooted over in such a 
hurry that her nightgown was caught up on her hips. 
Oh, sheesh! That was a bare ass down there. Didn't 
girls usually wear undies or panties or something? I 
tried not to think about it, but I didn't want to 
attract attention to the fact she was flashing her 
fanny; nor did I want to spoil her tender moment with 
me.

"I like that," she whispered again.

I gently rubbed her back, feeling her spine through 
the thin fabric.

"I really, really like that," she said again. "Can I 
really call you Daddy?"

"Yes, you may. And may I call you my daughter?"

"I will love that." She suddenly sat up and clamored 
to her knees so that she was a little taller than I 
was in the seat. She bent over at the waist and hugged 
me around the neck and planted a big kiss on my cheek. 
At the same time I was afforded the inviting display 
of her shapely ass, unhidden and uncovered. Her skin 
was so smooth; her ass cheeks so full and.... dammit! 
I just said I was her daddy, not her lover!

"You're supposed to kiss me too," she protested.

I took her face in my hands and kissed her gently on 
each cheek. "Good night, my daughter!"

She giggled. "Good night, my daddy!" 

And then she was up and off, her nightgown flailing 
back around her properly as she whisked herself away 
to her bed.

I turned the light out and finally fell asleep after 
forcing myself to think of something other than 
Ginny's sweet bare rump.

I woke the next morning to sounds and smells from the 
kitchen. After my morning rituals I wandered in and 
found Jamie busy making pancakes and eggs.

"What a pleasant surprise," I said. "I thought YOU 
were the guest!"

"Sit back and enjoy," she replied, coming over to give 
me a playful kiss on the cheek. "You have scored big 
with both of us women-folk."

"Oh?" I laughed and sat down.

"Ginny told me all about your talk last night. I was a 
bit worried about her reaction yesterday and how off-
put she was on the plane ride out here, but you won 
her over." She put the skillet down and looked at me 
for emphasis. "Daddy!"

"I hope you don't think I was too rash."

"Rash! Heck no! You're handling this FAR better than 
some would have guessed, but you are handling it in 
the special and sweet manner that I would have 
expected from you."

"Well, then. That means that I scored well with one. 
How about the other?"

"Look here mister, I was convinced yesterday that you 
were everything that I knew you were twelve years ago 
when you flew us out here on your own dime. And then 
you won my daughter over to you in one day? No, 
mister, you have totally made my day." She came over 
and stood next to me with her arms crossed and said in 
a put on manner, "So how are you going to top that 
today?"

"For starters, I was going to see how I could keep you 
both out here so that I can provide for you both the 
way I should."

Jamie's eyes grew wide, she shrieked and put her hands 
in front of her mouth then jumped up and down. "Oh 
Jeremy! Oh! Oh!"

"Am I rushing things again?" I asked, not believing 
how happy she was.

"No!" and she sat on my lap, straddling my legs and 
grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me hard on the 
lips. We were locked in that sort of embrace when I 
heard a cough and a shuffle. Jamie looked up and 
laughed. "Oh, Ginny, I'm sorry. I'm acting like a 
teenager again."

Ginny came a few step closer and said, "I heard the 
shriek and couldn't figure out what was happening so I 
came down and then I saw you two.... I'll leave now."

Jamie caught her hand and pulled her closer. "No, it's 
totally okay. More than okay. Jeremy just said 
that...."

She looked at me and I finished, "I wanted to see how 
I could bring you both out here so that I could 
provide for you both as husband and father in the way 
I should."

Ginny looked first at her mom then at me. Tears welled 
up and she didn't know who to hug. I pulled her in 
close and both of them ended up on my lap.

That batch of pancakes was a little too well done!

There were other things that had to be worked out. And 
there were things that Jamie had to fill me in on. 
Things such as how verbally abusive her mother had 
become, how they had to stay there since there was so 
little money, and how the doctor had found some lumps 
in Jamie's breast--she thought it was okay now. That 
worried me a little so I made a note to have her go to 
my doctor as soon as she was my legal dependent. And 
there was the little problems that Ginny had at school 
-- bullies had been picking on her so she hauled off 
and decked them. 

"Ginny decked a guy?" I asked.

"No, she decked the girl; the two guys ran."

We got Ginny enrolled in the local elementary school, 
transferred her grades and re-outfitted both hers and 
Jamie's wardrobe with several new items. Ginny was in 
Hog Heaven as Jamie whispered to me, watching our 
daughter twirl around and around in her new skirt and 
tee shirt. I noted that Jamie was incredibly pleased 
too. The talks with her mom weren't as stressful as 
she had imagined it and we settled on a quick wedding 
with a few friends in a couple of weeks.

But Jamie took a turn for the worse. I forced her to 
visit a doctor and the news was bad.

"There's little to be done," she told us. "The cancer 
has spread everywhere." She added after I protested 
about the lack of insurance coverage, "And it doesn't 
matter how much insurance she has now. No known 
medical procedure could help."

"I'm still getting married to you," I said quietly on 
the car ride back to the apartment.

"I'm glad. I knew you would," she quietly replied, 
giving my hand a squeeze.

Jamie decided to wait until after the wedding to tell 
Ginny and others in the family. "I basically have you, 
Ginny and mom. That's the only family left."

"What about your brother?" I asked.

"Don't!" She shook her head. "He got involved in drugs 
and gangs. He's doing time for attempted murder and 
drug possession. I don't want him to know where Ginny 
and I are. Ever."

So we got married the weekend before Thanksgiving. 
Nice little service; nice little honey moon at a bed 
and breakfast up along the north coast of California. 
We spent a lot of time staring at the ocean. We also 
spent a lot of time re-exploring each other's bodies. 
Jamie was sick and weak, but she worked hard to make 
sure that she was up enough to pleasure me and enjoy 
intimacy. I really think that she wanted to make sure 
that I had wonderful memories before she slipped away.

And she did slip away. Quickly. Passed away right 
after Christmas. Ginny took it hard. I was having a 
hard time too. The love of my life just returned and 
then ripped away. But I had to be strong for our 
daughter--during the weeks before Jamie dies and 
especially afterwards.

I finally had an emotional release one evening. I 
didn't want to. I wanted to keep a strong face for 
Ginny's sake. But we were putting some stuff away and 
Ginny commented about how much that dress reminded her 
of mom. I couldn't say anything. I just hugged Ginny 
and tears started streaming down my cheeks.

We stood like that for probably five or ten minutes, 
then I picked her up and sat down with her on the 
couch in the living room. She nestled her head into my 
shoulder and quietly cried. We actually cried 
ourselves to sleep I think. The next thing I remember 
was my arm jerking involuntarily and then her heavy 
breathing next to my cheek.

I was still sitting, leaning back on the couch and she 
had straddled my legs with each of her knees on either 
side of my hips. Yeah, thinking about it now, that 
meant that her crotch was grinding into my crotch, but 
at that moment I had no sexual thoughts at all. I 
really was her daddy and I would do anything to 
protect her. I tipped us over so that I was lying on 
my back with her on top of me. I pulled a small throw 
blanket over her and tried to go back to sleep. 
Although my mind was suddenly too active for that. I 
think that I was fidgeting too much and that woke 
Ginny up.

"Are you okay, hon?" I asked.

She nodded.

"I think that I needed that," I went on.

She lifted her head and looked at me. "Needed what?"

"That cry. Thank you for being there with me."

She raised an eyebrow like a question mark.

"No, seriously. They say that when sad things happen, 
you half to deal with it and part of it is you gotta 
have a good cry sometimes. Even guys."

"I'm glad I could help," she finally said and dropped 
her head back on my shoulder. Her hands began idling 
playing with my shirt collar and the hair around my 
neck. "I'm glad that you were here for me too. I think 
I may have died if I had to deal with this while still 
living with grandma."

I began stroking her hair. "See? Things do work out."

"You mean like I lost a mom but now I have a dad?"

Tears threatened to erupt from my eyes again. "Yes," I 
whispered. "And I was given that blessing of knowing 
just how must your mom always loved me and now I have 
you here too."

She hugged me tightly and whispered, "We were made for 
each other, weren't we?"

"Yes, my dear daughter."

"And I will do whatever it takes to help you 'cause I 
know that mom is so special and almost irreplaceable."

I held her tightly and stroked her hair and her back. 
My hands idling moving up and down from her shoulders 
to her hips. Nothing sexual--really. Just touching. 
Ginny kept playing with my hair and the stubble of my 
beard. Maybe a half hour later, we were asleep again. 
Along about ten o'clock, I picked her up and carried 
her to her room where we had set up a futon. 

Since she was wearing jeans, I thought it would be 
best to slip the belt off. But it was too tight. So I 
unsnapped and unzipped the jeans and pulled them down 
since her shoes were already off. I looked momentarily 
at her cute little girlies pink panties and her puffy 
pussy lips that were outlined in the front. Very cute. 
Very sweet. Very soft and smooth skin. I shook my head 
and pulled the covers up and over her, kissed her 
cheek then went to bed myself.


Chapter 3

So that's where things stood. Ginny was just 11 when 
Jamie died. The courts recognized that I was now the 
legal guardian so my daughter stayed with me. There 
was one interesting side note to the whole custody 
thing. Right after Ginny was born, Jamie was still 
fighting with her parents to let me know and to bring 
me back into the picture. They refused so she refused 
to declare who was Ginny's father. That meant that I 
was not listed on the birth certificate and was not 
legally her father by some counts. 

"Maybe in a few years she could replace me," Jamie 
said shortly before she died. I figured it was just 
her mind going out because of the pain meds. But she 
put her finger on my lips and said, "You know how much 
she looks like me. There may be a time when she can 
help you out in all sorts of ways."

I didn't want to even think about where she was going 
with THAT statement. I was still struggling with the 
thought of losing Jamie!

After the funeral, I hardly heard from Jamie's mom. 
Just as well, since there were bad feelings between 
her and Ginny. But Ginny slowly came out of her 
mourning. She remained thoughtful and quiet at times. 
I checked with her teachers and found that they had no 
concerns. She was doing very well--even much better 
than her transfer grades would have predicted. I 
figured that was due to a more stable home life 
without the constant natter of her embittered 
grandmother.

Ginny became especially attached to me during this 
time. She was a young girl that needed lots of hugs 
and touching to keep her emotionally healthy. There 
were some nights--especially right after Jamie died--
that she had to sleep with me. I didn't think anything 
of it; it was just what a dad was supposed to do for 
his little girl.

Ginny finished sixth grade (she was the youngest in 
her class) and looked forward to a summer of lounging 
by the pool. I had to work, of course, but planned to 
take some time off here and there to take her hiking, 
camping and to various places around California.

"But first, I think I need some new clothes," she 
declared. "Especially a new swim suit."

I looked her over. Yes, she had grown. Probably a 
couple of inches taller now than when I first met her 
the previous October. Her breasts were also swelling 
out some too. (Warning! Danger! Will Robinson!) I 
don't remember seeing any bras in her stuff so that 
meant that I was going to have to take her girlie 
shopping. Oh, boy! I hoped that there would be some 
kind sales lady there who would have pity on me and 
not think I was a pervert.

So one Saturday morning I took a deep breath and went 
shopping with Ginny. It wasn't nearly as bad as I had 
imagined. There was a sales lady who, once she found 
out I was a single dad, was very helpful. Ginny got a 
whole new wardrobe: undies, bras (well, training 
bras), tee shirts, jeans and a swim suit. I still 
don't know what I was thinking when I said yes to her 
buying a bikini--I told her only if she gets a one 
piece for those more public swim events. (I was 
imagining boys in her class drooling over her in the 
bikini.)

It was a beautiful day so I decided that we should go 
to the beach. It was a bit of a drive down to Half 
Moon Bay, but the weather was perfect. Surprisingly 
few people were on the beach so I let Ginny use her 
new bikini. She quickly changed in the restroom and 
reappeared wearing her flip-flops, bikini bottom and a 
tee shirt over her top. I already had my swim shorts 
on. She ran down to the water's edge and shrieked at 
how cold it was.

"It's not like back east," I said, joining her in the 
water after dropping our stuff on a blanket in the dry 
sand.

Another wave rushed up and covered our feet, climbing 
up our legs. I noticed then that her bikini bottom was 
pulled tight against her crotch leaving little to the 
imagination about her pussy. My goodness! Her pussy 
lips looked large! I felt my dick stirring.

"The only way to overcome it is just to plunge in," I 
said. 

I took my shirt off and put it on the pile of our 
stuff. Ginny bit her lip then took her tee-shirt off 
and stood there wearing only the thinnest and 
skimpiest of cloths. Her tiny tits were invisible--not 
visible mounds at all. But her nipples were cold and 
pushed out against the fabric like small marbles.

We romped in the ocean waves for a half hour or so. It 
was infectious laughter that Ginny had. I so enjoyed 
hearing her laugh and giggle and squeal with delight.

Afterwards we dried off and I realized that we should 
have put the sunscreen on first! Oh well, some is 
better than none! We took turns spreading it on each 
other's back and shoulders. Her hands were cold but 
began warming up as she massaged the lotion into my 
skin. She had a firm touch. I remembered how she would 
give Jamie back massages to relieve the tension. 
Jamie! My mind wandered and I felt a catch in my 
heart. And now Ginny was here helping me in whatever 
way. Jamie's words came back to me: "There may be a 
time when she can help you out in all sorts of ways." 
Well, maybe so.

As I rubbed the lotion into Ginny, my hands discovered 
how delightful it was to touch her skin. As I massaged 
her shoulders, I looked down over her front and saw 
that her tits really were growing. They were wide 
swellings on either side of her nipples which were 
much more visible when she arched her shoulders back. 
It was all I could do to keep from lifting her bikini 
top up and rubbing lotion all over those tiny tits. 
Putting the lotion on her lower back was also just as 
dangerous. I wanted to explore lower and lower.

My dick had gone out and erected a huge tent. I wasn't 
sure what I was going to do about that so I suddenly 
sat down, plopped a towel on my lap and started 
getting the sandwiches out to eat.

We spent the rest of the afternoon building a sand 
castle, exploring the beach and climbing on rocks at 
the far end of the beach. We left about 6. On the 
drive home, I chastised myself for having sexual 
thoughts about Ginny. "She was only 12," I reminded 
myself. "But she is beautiful," another voice 
whispered back.

During the next few weeks she turned into a bit of a 
tease. She would think nothing about cavorting around 
the house in just her panties--she gave the excuse 
that they were so cute that she wanted to wear them 
everywhere. Or her thin, short night shirt with 
nothing at all underneath. I got a lot of peek-a-boos 
of her ass and swelling tits, but almost nothing of 
her cunt. I tried to ignore it, but I was beginning to 
have a permanent hard-on while I was at home.

Several weeks later I took her camping up in the 
Sierras. Beautiful little spot up off the Stanislaus 
River -- and very few people were in the camp ground 
either. We set up the three man tent (you know, that 
means 2 people with a little bit of room for your 
gear), and then took a long hike.

We had a nice campfire that we warmed our food over 
then played several card games till I was really 
tired. I had borrowed some pads and an extra old 
sleeping bag that I brought along with mine. We 
quickly changed and settled down for the night. Ginny 
was a bit of a paradox at times. Out in the great 
outdoors, she was embarrassed about dropping her pants 
to pee or poop -- and she didn't want me around to 
accidently see her. But in the tent, she had no 
hesitation about taking her things off and changing in 
front of me -- even with the flash light on bright. 

She was cute -- her tan had quickly come back after a 
couple of weeks of swimming nearly every day in the 
apartment pool. Her tits were delightfully tiny and 
puffy, topped with dark areolas. I caught my breath as 
she slipped out of her pants and panties. Her pussy 
was completely bare -- devoid of any hair. Her labia 
were very puffy and pronounced. It seemed that her 
slit was much longer and started high up than Jamie's 
did. 

I quickly busied myself with changing but decided to 
keep my dick covered. Although it was doing its best 
to be noticed.

I turned the light out and we went to sleep fairly 
quickly.

Sometime after midnight, Ginny woke me up. "I'm cold."

Without giving it too much thought I told her to climb 
in with me and place her sleeping bag over us both. 
She was like an ice cube. And she was shivering. 
Suddenly I was awake. Her icy fingers clasped onto my 
arm. I flinched.

"Ginny! You are like an iceberg! You have to keep your 
cold hands off my bare skin--at least till they warm 
up."

She grunted something then wrapped her arms around me 
and hugged me tightly, trying to suck every ounce of 
warmth from my body. I coaxed her to turn around and I 
wrapped my arms around her as we lay side by side, 
nesting like spoons. I was vaguely aware of how close 
my dick was to her ass, but I knew that she needed to 
get warm first.

As we were drifting off to sleep, I noticed that she 
wasn't shivering anymore. At some point she pulled my 
hands in tighter around her. My mind flashed in a 
panic of recognition as I felt her tits through her 
tee-shirt. But to sleep we both went. I had half 
memories of feeling her butt grinding against my dick, 
I also recalled turning over--difficult in a sleeping 
bag with two--and her hands reaching around me and 
holding me close to her body.

I awoke in the morning with her left hand buried under 
us, lightly cupping my ass. Her other hand was draped 
over my front, resting on top of a raging hard-on.

"Good morning, Daddy," she whispered in my ear once 
she saw me moving.

"Morning." I wasn't sure what to do. On one hand my 
hard-on demanded attention and her hand draped there 
was threatening to start a riot. On the other hand I 
was embarrassed by the situation and desperately 
wanted it to just go away.

"Thank you for keeping me warm last night!"

"You're welcome, Ginny." I breathed deeply and tried 
to force my pecker down. But I had to pee too. It was 
piss hard. And her hand rested lightly on top adding 
to the stimulation. "I think I need to get up and take 
care of some things," I finally decided.

I unzipped the sleeping bag and scooted out. My shorts 
were tenting grotesquely. Ginny quickly pulled the 
covers back over her then stared at my crotch.

"Why's it all like that?" she asked.

"What?" I played dumb trying to buy some time as I 
fumbled with getting a fresh shirt on.

"Your shorts are sticking out like you have a log in 
there," she laughed. 

"Sometimes a guy wakes up in the morning with his dick 
all hard like this."

"Oh," she paused for a moment then said, "Can I see?"

"I guess you're going to have to since I'm changing." 
No going back now. I slipped my shorts down and my 
pecker sprang to attention. I knelt on the sleeping 
bag, completely naked with my dick twitching and 
pointing ludicrously toward the sky. I don't remember 
the last time it felt so engorged and hard!

"That's nothing like I imagined that it would be," she 
whispered. "Does it hurt?"

"No, on the contrary, it feel kinda nice."

Lights went on in her head and her eyes grew large. 
"Oh! Is that how it looks when it's ready for sex?"

I nodded and slipped a new shirt on. Suddenly I felt 
her warm hands touching my dick. I groaned.

"Did that hurt?" she asked, quickly taking her hands 
away.

"Not hurt," I said. "Just surprised."

She immediately put both hands back on my dick which 
twitched in happy response. "Oh, it's so warm and 
soft!" She purred. "But it's so hard all at the same 
time."

"Well, you're not supposed to be doing that," I said, 
turning my dick away from her, which took every bit of 
will power I had.

"Why?"

"Two reasons. Both would get me in deep legal trouble. 
First I'm your dad. Second you are a minor--underage--
and that would be a felony for me to touch you or have 
you touch me sexually."

"Wow. Is this sex?"

"Hardly," I fibbed. "But in the eyes of the law, this 
is my sex organ and so I would be guilty."

I quickly finished putting on new underwear and my 
jeans then went out to take care of business. And the 
first thing I had to do was spank the monkey else I 
would have never been able to pee.

We spent the day hiking, and playing in the stream. 
Night time descended again and threatened to be colder 
than the night before.

"I'm not going to freeze tonight," Ginny said. "I'm 
curling up with you and we'll both stay warm."

I couldn't come up with an alternative, so she crawled 
in next to me and went to sleep. I was a little leery 
of how Mr. Woody would react, so I started the night 
facing away from her. Didn't matter. I woke up in the 
middle of the night facing the other way, my dick 
raging hard, embedded in between her legs and one of 
her legs thrown up over my leg. Dang! I was hot and 
bothered!

"Are you awake, Daddy?"

"Yes. Now. What are you doing?"

"You turned over and that woke me up."

"I'm sorry, honey."

"No, no. It's okay. I then started wondering what it 
would be like to have sex. I know we aren't really 
having sex, but I was just pretending. You pecker was 
all hard again and it was already rubbing on my 
privates."

My mind reeled. She was pretending to have sex? With 
me? Her dad!?

"Uh, we shouldn't be doing this."

"It's only pretend, daddy," she softly said. Her face 
was right next to mine and I felt her breath on my 
cheek. "Besides, you're supposed to tell me about the 
birds and the bees sometime. Right?"

"But not this way."

I tried to untangle myself from her and turn away but 
she held onto me tightly. That and how binding the 
sleeping bag was. I gave up and just held still. She 
held onto me tightly and her leg wrapped around me 
even tighter still. That caused her crotch to grind in 
closer on my dick. It twitch again. She giggled and 
wiggled her hips back against Mr. Woody.

"This is dangerous, Ginny," I whispered, finally 
holding her tightly in response.

"Why? Mamma told me how you and she used to have 
intimate times." She stopped and giggled. "She said 
that when she showed you her bobs you nearly died."

I started to protest, then laughed instead. I hadn't 
thought of that memory in a long time!

"Mamma also told me how I was made, how you two made 
love just before you had to move."

"When did she tell you all this?"

"Oh, bits and pieces here and there. But she made sure 
that I knew that you two made love and it was an 
incredible time and that's how I came to be."

I held her close and smelled her hair. Ginny was so 
much like Jamie in so many ways--especially her 
directness. She knew what she wanted and she was going 
to get it.

"Ginny, this would change everything."

"No, it would make it better."

"You're only 12," I protested.

"And you were only 15 when you and mom started messing 
around."

"But we were about the same age. That's a big 
difference."

"It shouldn't," she whispered back. "I want you to 
touch me. I am almost melting on the inside thinking 
about you touching me."

"This ain't right, Ginny."

"And I want to touch you too. I want to give you the 
sort of pleasure that you're missing now that Mamma's 
gone. She told me how much a man needs a woman. But 
she didn't tell me how much a woman would want a man."

I was losing my grip on reality. "We can't have sex, 
Ginny."

"Then don't have sex. But let's be intimate and you 
can touch me and I can touch you." She reached down 
between us and freed my rock-hard dick from my shorts 
then ground her pussy against it.

"Oh, Ginny. We would be in so much trouble!"

"No one needs to know." Then she planted her lips on 
mine and wouldn't let me talk. Instead she began 
sucking on my lips and running her tongue over my lips 
and teeth. I couldn't think straight. All I could 
think of was how incredible it felt. I began to kiss 
her back. Her tongue snaked into my mouth. My dick 
jumped and grew in length. I began humping my dick 
against her leg and pounding it up against her pussy 
which was still clothed in her shorts.

"Wait," she whispered. "I want to be naked and feel 
you naked with me."

Dang! She was directing the events just like her mom 
did some 13 years before. In a few short moments we 
were completely naked and rubbing our bodies together. 
My dick ached it was so engorged. I ran my hands over 
her back and ass, cupping her ass cheeks in both hands 
as I gyrated my hips forward into her groin.

"I'm about ready to cum," I moaned.

"What?"

Too late. I spurted gobs of jism into her crotch. I 
slammed my dick into her groin as tight as it would go 
and held onto her ass. I know I made a lot of weird 
grunting-moaning sounds.

When the orgasm finally subsided, I relaxed and melted 
in her arms.

"I'm sorry, Ginny."

She put her finger on my lips and said, "Don't be. 
That was fun."

"But I made a mess all over you and this is something 
that a dad shouldn't do."

"Is that what you meant by cum?"

"Yeah, it's when I release all that sperm and stuff."

"You mean that you could have made a baby right then?"

"If it went up in your pussy and if you were fertile 
right then."

"Oh, wow! I want to see!" She pulled back the sleeping 
bag and found the flashlight. I blinked at the 
brightness but laughed at how eager she was to see the 
white gobs that plastered her legs and pussy. Dang! 
White gobs all over her bare pussy. She ran a finger 
through the stuff then sniffed it. "Mamma said that 
some girls like to taste it." She licked it and made a 
face. "That's weird!" She grabbed her towel and 
started mopping the mess up. "Did Mamma eat you like 
that?"

"We sometimes did eat each other. I don't know if your 
mom ever like the taste of cum, but she said that she 
loved getting me off like that. It made her happy to 
see me have so much fun."

"I think I understand," she commented, as she mopped 
the jism from my deflated Willie. "Wait a minute," her 
hand stopped on my dick. "You ate her too?"

"Yes. Boys eat girls and girls eat boys."

"Holy moley! You put your mouth right on her...."

"On her pussy?" I finished. "Yes. And I suppose that 
your next question is..."

"Will you eat me?"

"With pleasure." I didn't lie. 

I turned the flashlight out because I didn't need a 
light to find her. I grabbed her playfully and started 
kissing her neck, moving down to her tiny tits. My 
tongue flicked her nipples and I felt them harden. She 
gasped and grasped my head, pressing it closer to her 
chest. I sucked one nipple entirely into my mouth, 
played with it, then did the same to the other nipple. 
Back and forth for several minutes. My hands were 
rubbing her small lumps of breasts and I was getting 
horny again.

I decided that doing a 69 would keep her a bit more 
covered and a bit warmer. It also allowed my dick to 
dangle in front of her face. Eventually she would feel 
it and figure out something to do with it. I dove 
between her legs and found her warmth radiating her 
aroma up and away. She parted her knees, letting them 
flop open. I suddenly had unrestricted access to the 
smoothest pussy with the longest and deepest slit I 
had ever felt--or licked. And lick it I did. I 
luxuriated in its smoothness. Her labia were puffy and 
springy under my lickings and gentle nibblings. 

I felt her squirm and wiggle and gyrate her hips 
upward toward my eager mouth. About that same time, my 
dick tickled her nose. Suddenly her hands were all 
over it, stuffing it into her mouth. Oh Dang! That 
felt good! I buried my face further into her pussy, 
sticking my tongue deep into her folds. I felt her 
little button, hard nubbins, under my tongue. I sucked 
on her folds and felt her inner labia open up further. 
My tongue reached a barrier and I felt her jump. Yup! 
She was a virgin. I promised myself that I would NOT 
take that tonight. If I played my cards right, I would 
have that another time.

She licked my dick like there was no tomorrow. Her 
hand were rubbing it up and down and her mouth was 
sucking on the tip. I was certainly going to have 
another cumming before long.

On one hand I couldn't believe how quickly I went from 
"daddy" to "lover"! Of course, she had been teasing me 
all summer. But now, I caved and I couldn't stop even 
if I wanted to. I placed my hands under her ass and 
cupped each cheek in my hands. As I licked her pussy, 
I kneaded her butt cheeks, pulling them wider apart. 
There was so much drool from my mouth and juice from 
her pussy that her butt crack was slippery. I ran a 
finger up and down, thrilling at the touch of her 
anus. I felt it flinch as I touched it the first 
couple of times then I rested one finger on it and 
pressed gently. She pushed back against my finger. 

Okay, Ginny, I thought. In we go! 

I pressed my pussy-juice-slickened finger hard against 
her anus and it just popped in. Almost no resistance 
at all--all the way up past the second knuckle! At the 
same time I sucked her clitoris hard and worked the 
fingers of my other hand around the fleshy folds of 
her labia. She stiffened and clamped down hard on my 
dick. Her legs locked around my head and her ass 
sphincter tightened hard around my finger. At the same 
time, the jism rose in my balls and erupted from my 
cock. I distantly hear her moan then sputter as my 
jism filled her mouth. I suppose it wasn't fair to 
fill her that full that quickly, but I couldn't help 
myself in that.

Finally she relaxed and I pulled my finger out of her 
ass. She rolled me off her and sat up. She opened the 
tent zipper and spat my spunk outside.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I couldn't swallow that."

I pulled her next to me and we snuggled down into the 
sleeping bag again.

"I don't care if you swallow or not, Ginny. You are 
already doing more than you should."

"And I'll keep doing it, Daddy."

We snuggled in closer, my semi-limp dick cradled in 
her ass crack and my hands wrapped around her front, 
lightly playing with her nipples.

"We can't tell anyone," I reminded her.

"No way! You are mine. All mine! And I want to keep it 
that way."

And that's how my long-lost daughter became my lover. 
I eventually took her cherry, but that's another 
story.

Continued in part 2...

Archivist's Note: This author did not provide an email 
address so it will do the reader no good contacting the 
archive staff for further parts. Check back at a later 
time to see if there have been any updates to this 
story by the author.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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