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Country Life (Alternate Version)
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

Life in the country with my black daughter was getting 
hotter than just the weather. (M/f-teen, inc, underage, 
intr, 1st, oral)

***

They gave me half an acre, mostly woods with a dirt road 
running through it. It was what I wanted, what I needed. 
I wanted to 'get away from it all', make a fresh start 
with my daughter. 

I had a small house built, it looked like a large log 
cabin with a basement. The living room/dining room took 
up the whole front of the house, floor to roof. A 
hallway ran down the middle of the back of the house; at 
the end of the hallway on the right was the kitchen. 

On the left halfway down the hall was my study. Next to 
it was the laundry room which you got in from the 
enclosed back porch. A set of spiral stairs at the 
corner of the dining room where the wall between that 
room and the kitchen led to the second floor. 

A second set of spiral stairs in the kitchen led up to 
the back of the second floor. The second floor was made 
up of two bedrooms with the bathroom between them. The 
first five years of LaKeisha's life I had a woman I 
hired to take care of her while I was at work. 

The first two years she would go home for a few hours 
but come back and spend the night to keep an eye on 
LaKeisha through the night. Once my daughter started 
school the woman only came in the afternoons to keep an 
eye on her until I got home at five-thirty. 

In the mornings I would walk with LaKeisha twenty 
minutes up to the main dirt road where her bus would 
pick her up. The woman would be waiting there for her 
after school to walk her home. 

When LaKeisha was old enough she walked home by herself 
but I still walked her to the bus stop every morning. 

In case you're wondering, my daughter's name was her 
great-grandmother's name. My wife and I had discussed 
baby names long in advance. You don't even want to know 
what she had wanted to name the baby if it'd been a boy.

I spent as much time with my daughter growing up as I 
could. I never worked overtime or weekends. I'd read to 
her, take her on walks in the woods, tell her about her 
mother when she would ask.

LaKeisha was always a happy child; she was never sad 
that she didn't have a mother, she was always content 
with our simple country life, never asked for things, 
was always happy with the basics. Except for bikinis. 
LaKeisha always had me buying her bikinis. It was hot 
down her, hotter in the summer. LaKeisha would always be 
running around the house in a bikini. And as she got 
older they got smaller. 

That was another reason I was staring at LaKeisha. She 
was wearing a teeny brown bikini, I different shade then 
her perfect brown skin. It hardly covered my daughter's 
large but firm butt. The bikini wasn't all brown; a 
patch of green was over her right butt cheek with an 
even smaller patch of yellow beside it. Not that it 
actually covered her butt cheek; more than a third of 
each cheek was exposed. Up top is was the same; her 
bikini hardly covered LaKeisha's 36DDs. It did no good 
complaining. She'd promise to cover up but it never 
would happen. My daughter was oblivious to how hot her 
body was.

She had her mother's tits and butt but her thighs were 
slim and her waist narrow. Her mother had a great body 
but didn't exercise [except for the sex]; LaKeisha on 
the other hand, was always active, walking, running, 
swimming. With a body like hers, I would have thought 
she'd be dating or just having sex [not that I'm saying 
she should] but prejudice still runs deep down here and 
the boys pay her no attention [which I still find it 
hard to believe]. 

My daughter didn't realize the attention she was getting 
from her father when she wore those bikinis... That was 
yesterday. I left work early today. I stopped off at the 
store to pick up a few things to make LaKeisha her 
favorite meal. 

I was just coming in the front door which opens right 
onto the living room, paper bag cradled against my 
chest, when I say her. LaKeisha never looked more like 
her mother than at that moment. She was laying back on 
the sofa against the armrest reading. And naked. It was 
the first time I'd ever seen my daughter completely 
undressed.

She didn't notice me at first. Her legs were open, the 
leg furthest from me bent at the knee, the other hanging 
off the sofa. Her pussy was just as hairy as her 
mother's had been. LaKeisha's huge tits rode high on her 
chest, large, black oval-shaped areolae capped them off. 
She was a breathtaking sight to behold... 

"You're home!" LaKeisha exclaimed, her voice breaking 
the spell her body had over me. She closed her legs but 
made no effort to cover her massive tits. "I wasn't 
expecting you home so early..." 

"I, ummm, decided to make you your favorite meal," I 
said in a voice that didn't sound like my own. 

LaKeisha smiled. "Thanks, dad! I'll go put some clothes 
on if you want." 

"No, no, don't worry about it! It's not like I've never 
seen a naked woman before. I'll be in the kitchen 
anyway." 

"Okay," she said, as she went back to reading her book. 
I headed to the kitchen in a daze. My daughter's naked 
body was all I could think about as I walked through the 
kitchen like a zombie and set the bag down on the 
counter.

It was branded on my brain. I shook my head. I couldn't 
go on like this. I had to do something about it. I left 
the bag and headed upstairs. I went to my room and 
undressed. I went back downstairs through the kitchen 
and back to the living room. LaKeisha didn't notice me 
until I was right next to the sofa. 

She turned her head and my cock was right in her face. 
She gasped. "Dad!" 

I took my cock in my hand and moved it towards her 
mouth. No words were spoken by either of us as my 
daughter opened her mouth and let me slide my cock into 
it. She closed her lips around it as I began to face-
fuck her. She moaned around my cock. It felt good to 
have my cock in a warm mouth again. I closed my eyes and 
began to pound my cock down her throat. 

LaKeisha's moans grew louder. I just kept ramming it 
down her throat for over five minutes. 

"Shit!" I grunted loudly. "I'm gonna cum!!!" I fucked 
her face faster until my jizz began spurting down her 
throat. LaKeisha moaned more loudly as I pumped my cock 
in and out of her mouth until I was spent.

Once I'd blown my load I came back to my senses. I'd 
pretty much raped my daughter [even if it was only her 
mouth]. I opened my eyes, feeling my face grow hot, and 
backed away from LaKeisha, letting my cock slip from her 
mouth. My jizz had been oozing out one side of her 
mouth. 

"I, ummm, better go start dinner..." I said, still 
backing away. 

"Yeah," LaKeisha said, getting up, hand over her tits. 
She mumbled something else before we ran in different 
directions. 

I figured the kitchen was the safest place for me for 
the time being so I started dinner. When I thought it 
was safe I went upstairs to get dressed. When I brought 
dinner out to the dining room I saw LaKeisha was back in 
the living room. She joined me at the table wearing one 
of my long-sleeved shirts and a bikini bottom, looking 
as sheepish as I felt. "I was wondering where the shirt 
went..." I mumbled, looking everywhere but at my 
daughter. 

"Yeah..." LaKeisha mumbled back. "Sorry..." That was the 
extent of dinner conversation.

After dinner LaKeisha gathered up the dinner dishes and 
cleaned up after dinner [I always cooked, she cleaned up 
after]. I went upstairs to the safety of my bedroom for 
the evening. I only left to go take a shower before bed. 

As I was getting ready for bed LaKeisha knocked on the 
door. "Can I come in, dad?" 

"Sure." 

She opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind 
her. She still had on my shirt but traded the bikini 
bottom for a pair of white panties. "I'm sorry, dad," 
She said. 

"For what?" I asked, patting the mattress beside me. 

My daughter hesitantly came over and sat on the bed. I 
took her hand in mind. "I made you do that before, being 
naked..." 

I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Sweetie, it was a 
long time coming. I'm part to blame, you're part to 
blame, and part of it is neither of our fault." 

"Huh?" LaKeisha looked confused. 

I smiled. "I should have controlled myself better. Yes, 
you were naked, naked and beautiful, but you're not my 
pleasure toy. I miss your mother, I miss the sex.

"Life played a cruel joke on me. It took my wife, your 
mother and gave me you. You look so much like your 
mother, even more beautiful... When I look at you, I see 
your mother, LaKeisha, and I miss her so much." 

"Oh, daddy," She said, hugging me. "I never realized... 
Daddy, I love you. You pretty much raised me by yourself 
and I owe you so much. I'm going to make it up to you 
from now on." 

"I love you, too," I replied, kissing my daughter on the 
cheek. "Now I think you should go to bed." 

"Okay, daddy." LaKeisha stood up as if to go, then 
turned back around, smiling mysteriously. "Oh, your 
shirt, daddy." She slowly began to unbutton the shirt 
from the bottom up. 

It didn't take long for me to realize my daughter was 
braless. She didn't hesitate in pulling the shirt away 
from her huge tits, baring them once more. She let my 
shirt fall to the floor. LaKeisha slid off her panties 
before crawling over me and slipping under the covers. 

"Young lady, what do you think you're doing?" I asked. 

LaKeisha giggled girlishly. "You told me to go to bed. 
Here I am!" She kissed me on the lips awkwardly. "I want 
to be your pleasure toy, daddy," she whispered in my 
ear. 

"Are you sure?" I asked. 

My daughter smiled. "I must look like my mother for a 
reason..." 

I pulled her on top of me as she worked my boxers down. 
Soon she had my cock in her hand, stroking it. She 
straddled my lap and pulled my t-shirt off of me. She 
took hold of my cock and started to lower herself on it. 

"It's going to hurt," I warned. 

"I know," LaKeisha nodded. 

When the head of my cock pierced her pussy lips, she 
paused a moment before slamming down on my cock. 
LaKeisha grimaced but did not make a sound except to 
exhale. She slowly began to ride me. Soon LaKeisha did 
make sounds. The moaning kind. 

"Oh, daddy, this feels so good! I wish we'd done it 
sooner." 

I couldn't agree more. It didn't take long for my 
daughter to have her first orgasm [which she later 
admitted was her very first]. LaKeisha proved to be very 
orgasmic. More than her mother ever was.

She came at least two dozen times before I shot my load 
up in her. I wasn't done yet. After LaKeisha rolled off 
of me I mounted her and stuck my cock back inside of 
her. She moaned as I began to fuck her hard. She multi-
orgasmed many times. 

We fucked for at least thirty-five minutes before I 
filled her womb with my incestuous spew. I rolled onto 
my side, pulling my daughter with me as I stayed inside 
of her. "I think you were right..." I told LaKeisha. 

"About what?" She asked, looking thoughtful. 

I kissed her then said, "You do look just like your 
mother for a reason..." 

THE END

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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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