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Ashley moaned as her daddy squeezed her titties tighter around his big hard cock. She could feel that hot piece of sausage thrusting in and out of her tit flesh, lubed by her sweat and her daddy’s pre-cum. Ashley stuck out her tongue and licked the head of Daddy’s cock whenever he fucked his cock through her tit flesh. Daddy grunted and rammed his cock in and out of her boobs faster and faster and then he groaned as he started cumming, all his hot daddy-cum spurting all over his daughter’s tits and face.

Ashley stuck out her tongue and started lapping up her daddy’s yummy cum. She was sucking some off of her finger when her daddy grinned at her and said, “Fuck I love those new titties I got you for an early Christmas present this year!”

Ashley slipped her finger out of her mouth and started circling its glistening tip around her hard nipples. She squished her new DDD titties together and started tonguing her own nipples while looking up at her daddy. “Mmmmm, I love them too Daddy!”

Daddy slapped her lightly on the ass. “You little slut!” he said fondly. “Get your ass cleaned up. Your Grandpa is going to be here soon. He hasn’t seen you since your 18th birthday party, so those knockers should be an interesting surprise for him!”

Ashley bounced up and squeezed her daddy’s cock on her way to the shower. She washed quickly and was applying lip balm when she heard her Grandpa’s voice downstairs hollering hello. “Daddy must still be in the shower.” Ashley thought and hurried to welcome her grandfather.

“Hey Grandpa!” Ashley ran down the stairs and gave her grandpa a hug.

“Hey Ashley baby!” Grandpa said, smiling. He squeezed her in tight to spin her around in a little circle when he felt her titties pressed against his chest.

“Wow! What the hell are these?” He spun her around and pulled her ass in tight against his hips. Grandpa looked at Ashley over her shoulder, staring at her in their reflection in the hall mirror. He ran his hands up her sides and grabbed her tits and started squeezing them.

“These look incredible! You told me at your birthday party that you were going to ask your dad for these. Looks like he gave up and gave them to you for an early Christmas present.” He pinched her nipples and then started rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger. Ashley moaned and pressed her ass up against her grandfather’s crotch.

“I bet he’s been enjoying them too!” Grandpa laughed. “Are they sensitive baby?”

“Oh yes, Grandpa! They’ve been super sensitive since the surgery!”

Grandpa took Ashley’s hand and lead her over to a nearby chair. He sat down and pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. He pushed her top up over her boobs to expose his granddaughter’s new titties. He felt his mouth begin to water.

“How sensitive are they, baby?”

“Maybe I should show you, Grandpa.” And Ashley pushed her grandpa’s mouth to her hard nipple. She moaned as she felt his teeth lightly clench around her nipple and then the soft wetness of his tongue as he licked the sting away. Ashley ground her pussy against the growing bulge in her grandpa’s pants.

Grandpa thrust his hips up as he pushed his granddaughter’s tits together and started tonguing both of her nipples at once. Ashley grabbed his head it held it against her chest.

“Oh Grandpa! Do you think you could fuck me before Daddy comes down from his shower?” She ground her pussy in slow circles up and down the hard ridge in her grandpa’s pants.

“Christ, yes!” Grandpa grunted, and her ripped her top off over her head, as Ashley fumbled with the button and zipper of her jeans. She hopped off her grandpa’s lap to peel her jeans off as her grandpa dropped trou. Her grandpa stood behind her, grinding his big hard cock up against her delicious ass while he played with Ashley’s incredible Christmas tits.

She loved the feel of the ridge of her grandpa’s hard cock pressing up against her tight asshole. She rubbed her ass up and down while she stuck her hand between her legs and began to smear the wetness dripping out of her pussy around her cunt lips and her clit.

“Lean down, Ashley.” Grandpa grabbed her hips and pulled her ass in tight. Ashley leaned forward and put her hands on the floor. She looked over her shoulder at her grandfather. He took his cock and ran it up and down her wet pussy lip, lubing up the tip before lining it up with her entrance. One swift thrust of his hips, and Grandpa’s cock was buried deep in her horny, wet pussy. He rubbed her ass lightly and then smacked it. He held her hips and slowly withdrew, before slamming his hips back home, his big, hairy grandpa balls swaying back and forth.

Ashley began moaning very loudly as her grandpa hammered his cock in and out of her tight teenage pussy. She was furiously rubbing her clit with on hand, while using the other to absorb her grandpa’s furious thrusts, giving her the leverage she needed to thrust back against that glorious, hard slab of sausage. Each time her grandpa spanked her, a delicious chill shot straight to her clit.

Grandpa stopped spanking Ashley’s hot, tight ass. He spat on his finger and, as he was thrusting his hard old-man cock into her teenage pussy, he started circling it around her brown little asshole.

Ashley’s eyes got big and she gasped out, “Grandpa! What are you doing?”

“Nothing you won’t absolutely love, my dear!” Grandpa replied. He spat some more on her asshole and gently rubbed it. Ashley moaned. It did feel good. She stayed in one place, slowly circling her hips around her grandpa’s rock-hard cock buried deep in her pussy. She loved the feel of that hard man-meat digging deep into every part of her voracious pussy. Grandpa began putting some pressure on his finger as he played with Ashley’s asshole He pushed gently in and out against her tight little sphincter. Ashley moaned at the double delight of pressure against her asshole along with the delightful feeling of her grandpa’s cock buried deep in her wet snatch.

“Oh Grandpa, that feels soooo good!” Ashley moaned.

“It will feel even better with some lube baby” said Daddy.

Ashley and her Grandpa froze in place and looked over their shoulders. Ashley grinned at him.

“Daddy! You took too long in the shower. I couldn’t wait for you!”

Daddy looked at Grandpa “I told you she was an insatiable slut”.

“No kidding, son!”

Grandpa slowly pulled his cock out of Ashley’s sopping pussy. He laid down on the floor and motioned his granddaughter over.

“Here baby, climb on board! This way your daddy can join in too!”

Ashley straddled Grandpa, and sheathed her wet pussy on his hot meat sword. She moaned as her grandpa reached up and started mauling her tits. Ashley thrust herself slowly up and down on Grandpa’s cock. Her daddy settled in behind her and began massaging generous amounts of lube over her asshole. He slowly worked in the tip of one well-greased finger and Ashley shivered at the feeling of a cock filling her cunt and her asshole being played with at the same time.

Daddy slowly began working his finger deeper and deeper. Ashley’s nipples got harder and her clit started throbbing. Daddy gently worked in one finger, and then two, pumping them in and out of Ashley’s well-greased poop-chute. Ashley cried out loudly and began trembling on her grandpa’s cock. Grandpa could feel her tight pussy clenching around his cock as she came from the ass play.

Daddy knew that this was the perfect moment. He lubed up his cock and then gently began working it into his daughter’s tight ass. With little thrusts, he worked his way deep into her bowels.

Ashley knelt still over her grandpa’s body, feeling his cock buried in her pussy while her daddy was impaling her ass. She felt so incredibly full and sensitive. She grabbed her nipples and pinched them as her daddy and grandpa began to fuck her.

She could feel the two cocks sliding in and out of her, feeling them touch each other through the thin membrane of her body. Shockwaves were travelling along her body, leaving behind pimpled skin and throbbing nipples and clit.

Daddy grunted as he thrust his cock deep into his daughter’s ass. He could feel his dad’s cock through her body, and the thought of their cocks bumping as they both fucked his daughter made his cock harder. He thrust deeper, wanting his balls to brush against his father’s as they fucked Ashley.

Grandpa watched Ashley’s big titties bounce around as he and his son fucked their little girl. She was moaning in sheer bliss as both of her holes were being penetrated at the same time. Her body kept trembling as mini orgasms rippled through her body.

Ashley’s hand crept down to her clit. She needed a big hard cum so badly. She furiously began rubbing her clit, as Grandpa pinched her nipples hard and power thrust his cock deep into her pussy. She began to moan at the delightful feeling of her Daddy plunging his cock deeply into her ass. She began to gasp.

“Dad, this bitch is about to cum. Are you ready?”

“Fuck yes!” Grandpa replied.

Ashley rubbed her clit harder and then began to wail as her orgasm hit. Her daddy and her grandpa each took one last deep thrust and then began painting her ass and pussy with their cum.

It took a few minutes for everyone to recover. Grandpa leaned over Ashley and began licking her nipples.

“Well, thank God for these here Christmas tits, son! This is going to be the best Christmas dinner ever! Speaking of which, Ashley, does your brother even know I’m here yet?”

Author’s Note: As always, any feedback from readers — whether favorable or not — is always appreciated. Please vote and provide your comments! Regards, Average Bear


“Trey is such a BASTARD!” my daughter Amanda cried through cascading tears. Her slender shoulders were heaving, her breath catching pitifully between sobs. I did my best to comfort her with an empathetic hug. She buried her face against my shoulder, wiping tears on my cotton shirt.

“Dammit, Barb!” I thought silently to myself, “I need you NOW more than EVER!”

My wife, Barb, passed away last April. I’ve been trying for ten months to handle the role of mother and father, all rolled into one. And frankly, I’ve been failing miserably.

Amanda and I have each been through months of intensive therapy, trying to learn to cope with our loss. Amanda’s even been on anti-depressants. She feels responsible for her mother’s death. Barb died while texting and driving. Amanda was the recipient of Barb’s last few texts before the fatal accident.

“You’re right, Amanda — Trey’s a prick,” I agreed. I had never liked her boyfriend of the past two years, but try telling that to a starry-eyed teenager. Now Trey had finally done me the favor of being the one to end their relationship.

“It’s like — it’s like he NEVER loved me!” Amanda sobbed, her shoulders heaving once again.

“Sweetheart, you’re a WONDERFUL young woman. You’re smart, you’re funny, and you’re beautiful. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Amanda looked up into my eyes, tears still streaming down her face. “You — you really think so?” she asked. I could tell that she genuinely had doubts.

“Sweetie, it’s not just my fatherly duty to tell you that. I’ve never lied to you, and I never will. I truly believe every word.”

“Oh, DAD,” she said, her voice cracking. She began crying even harder, and hugged me even closer. “But — but — there’s something I haven’t told you. I haven’t said WHY Trey broke up with me.”

“Whatever it is, he’s a jerk. But — and here I’ll again be truthful — I’m GLAD he broke up with you. I know it hurts you, and I’m sorry for your pain, but you’re better off without him.”

“But Trey’s been such a good friend — especially since Mom died. I don’t know how I would have made it this far without him.”

She had a good point there, one I wasn’t about to try to rebut. “Sweetie, I’m glad he’s helped you. I just think you’re ready to move on. He was there for a season, but a new season is about to begin.”

Her eyes held mine, her expression veiled. Her sobs had diminished to sniffles.

“But, Dad, there’s more that I haven’t told you. Trey wasn’t just my friend — he was my lover.”

“Shit!” I thought to myself, “I NEED you, Barb!” Talking about losing her virginity was something any 18-year-old girl should be able to discuss with her mother. As a man — and more specifically as a dad — my job was to protect her, and I’d obviously failed.

“Well, honey,” I asked, “how long ago did this happen?”

“Last Saturday night…”

“Oh, my god!” I gasped, unable to stifle my reaction.

Amanda burst into tears again. I hugged her closer and let her cry.

When she had settled down somewhat, I asked, “So you and Trey had never had sex in your first two years — and then, three days after you gave into him, he dumped you? On Valentine’s Day, no less?”

Amanda tried to respond, but couldn’t get any words to come out of her mouth. She simply nodded silently, tears flowing freely.

I was ready to go find Trey and punch his lights out. He truly was a bastard.

Her sniffles began to subside again. “Daddy, I thought he loved me. That’s the only reason I gave in. We’ve been together so long, since the beginning of tenth grade. I never dreamed he was only after one thing. I thought he would have given up a long time ago if he only wanted to get into my panties.”

I was somewhat taken aback, both by Amanda’s wisdom and her bluntness. Her rationale was flawless — it showed the maturity of a thoughtful young woman, no longer a child, and that realization stunned me. Her use of somewhat crass imagery was likewise a shock to my system — visualizing a man “getting into her panties” was at odds with my long-held sense of her being my little girl.

“He’s a total imbecile!” I declared truthfully. I hugged her tighter and kissed her head. “Look, sweetheart, let me fix us something quick to eat, and we can sit on the couch and talk, if that’s what you want. Or we can watch a video, or play a game, or whatever you want.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” she replied, “that sounds great. But you should be going out. After all, it’s Valentine’s Day. You should be out with somebody special.”

“You know better than that,” I responded. I fell silent, thinking of Barb.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Amanda inquired.

“Maybe. But let’s talk about you and Trey first. That’s more immediate. My recovery from losing your Mom is more long-term.”

“Okay, I understand, Dad,” she answered. “Let me go get a shower and get ready for bed while you’re fixing dinner. If we watch a show, I might fall asleep.”

“You’re too big for me to carry you up to your bed, young lady,” I teased.

“I can sleep on the couch, just not in my street clothes,” came her retort.

While she went upstairs, I got busy cooking in the kitchen. I’m no chef, and my repertoire is limited. That’s another area where Barb was pulling more than her fair share of the weight before the accident.

I settled on a pre-packaged combo for taco salad, where all I had to do was brown some hamburger meat, stir in a few ingredients, and open a separate container of already-sliced greens and tomatoes.

After the food was ready, I flipped through our DVD collection as I waited for Amanda to return downstairs. I started to look for a “chick flick.” Both Amanda and I enjoy a good romantic comedy. That’s one way that Amanda takes after her dad rather than her mom. Barb always called such movies “predictable mindless drivel.”

I decided that a romantic comedy would be too light-hearted, given the situation. Trey’s breakup with Amanda was not a laughing matter. She was hurting from a lack of love. I wanted her to be comforted by a more serious depiction of lifetime love.

I nearly went for “The Notebook” — one of my all-time favorites — but decided that it would be too heavy for ME on this first Valentine’s Day after losing Barb. Spouses are supposed to grow old together, as in that movie, and we hadn’t been given that opportunity.

That thought caused me to choose “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.” There, the characters played by Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett didn’t grow old together. He started out old and grew younger, while she started out young and grew older. Despite their difference in ages all except the middle years of their lives, they maintained a lifetime love.

“Hey, Dad, what’d you pick?” Amanda asked, breaking into my silent musings.

I turned and saw her approaching. Her hair was still wet from her shower. I was struck by the fact that she looked like she might get cold. Rather than her winter flannel pajamas, she wore a light cotton oversized T-shirt. It went halfway down her thigh. Her legs below that point were bare. Across the front, the T-shirt was inscribed with “I [HEART] INTERCOURSE PA” — the [HEART] being a red heart shape, common to various and sundry T-shirt emblems.

Despite its provocative logo, the T-shirt had been acquired in one of the most conservative and old-fashioned locations in North America: Pennsylvania Dutch country, in Lancaster County – home of one of the largest Amish farming communities in the United States.

The Amish are by and large very upright, very religious, very family-oriented people who try to maintain the traditions of the late 1800′s. They avoid motorized vehicles and electricity, opting for horses and buggies and manual labor. They will not allow themselves to be photographed, as that breaks one of the Ten Commandments (“thou shalt have no graven images”). They come together as a community to help one another for activities like home-building and barn-raising.

The shop where Amanda acquired her T-shirt was in Kitchen Kettle Village, in the small village of Intercourse, Pennsylvania, right in the heart of Amish country. The town was named by some naïve settlers a couple of hundred years ago, when “intercourse” referred simply to conversation. The shop owners in Kitchen Kettle Village were neither naïve nor Amish. They recognized a way to leverage the town name and make a quick buck.

Amanda had first seen such a shirt when she was sixteen, during one of our annual October visits to the region. Barb had quickly squelched Amanda’s enthusiasm. “I don’t want everyone thinking you’re a slut, Amanda,” she had chided.

After losing Barb this past April, I had decided to keep the Pennsylvania Dutch trip tradition in October. Amanda and I drove to the area, taking a ride on the Strasburg Railroad and eating at the Plain & Fancy Farm family style restaurant. We then walked around the shops and galleries of Kitchen Kettle Village.

When Amanda saw a rack of the “I [HEART] INTERCOURSE PA” T-shirts again, she looked up at me. “PLEASE, Dad, can I get one? I promise, my friends all know I’m not a slut. They’ll just get a good laugh out of it.”

“I’m not sure, sweetheart,” I said. “It also kinda reflects on me. I mean, if they don’t know that the ‘PA’ stands for ‘Pennsylvania’ rather than ‘Dad,’ they might think it’s an endorsement of incest with your father.”

Amanda had blushed and grinned at the same time. “Come on, Dad, they know I’ve been dating Trey for a couple of years. I don’t think they’ll think the shirt really means I’m a glutton for having sex. And if they did, they’d think it was with Trey, not with you.”

As with nearly everything, I caved in when it came to this request from my little girl. It had always been somewhat that way, but it had gotten worse since we lost Barb.

That was in October. Now, here on Valentine’s Day, Amanda saw me staring at her T-shirt. Interrupting my thoughts, she said, “You still don’t like it, do you?”

I walked to the gas fireplace and turned on the gas switch, lighting the fire. “It’s not that,” I answered, “I’m just worried you might get cold. Actually, I think the [HEART] is a nice touch on Valentine’s Day.”

“Glad you like it,” she smiled. She seemed to blush and grin just as she had on the day of its purchase.

I turned and put the DVD into the DVD player on the oversized mantel above the fireplace. “Um, I was thinking about ‘Benjamin Button’ — what do you think, Amanda?”

“Sounds great, Dad — can we eat while we watch?”

“Sure, sweetie. And we can talk some more after the movie’s done.”

We both filled plates with taco salad and brought them to the family room, placing them on the coffee table. I went back to the kitchen to get our drinks. “Is Dr. Pepper okay?”

“Um, Dad, I was wondering — could we have some wine?”

I was momentarily surprised. I rarely drink, and I had never shared alcoholic beverages with my daughter.

“Why do you ask, sweetheart?” I queried.

“Dad, I think I need something to calm my nerves. It’s been a very hard day, with the breakup and all — maybe the hardest since the day Mom died.”

“I understand, baby. I’m sorry it’s been so hard. I’ll pour us some wine,” I conceded, once again caving in to my little girl, “but just one glass. I don’t want you getting tipsy.”

“Thanks, Dad. It means a lot to me that you’re starting to treat me like a grown-up.”

Those words warmed my heart. I had felt like such a miserable failure in dealing with Barb’s death, in being both father and mother, in protecting my little girl from a prick like Trey. “One of the hardest parts of parenting is letting go,” I answered, “and allowing you to make your own mistakes, rather than living with mine.”

Amanda virtually ran from her place on the couch to the kitchen. She hugged me, tears in her eyes, and said, “Thanks, Dad. I really do love you.”

My eyes misted a little. “I love you, too, my precious sweetheart.” After a brief embrace, I broke the tension. “Help me carry these wine glasses to the coffee table, sweetie,” I requested.

We sat and ate and drank our wine and watched the movie. Amanda sat on the far end of the sofa from me. She curled up her legs on the couch, pointing them in my direction. I expected her to place an afghan over her legs and torso, but they remained uncovered.

“Warm enough?” I asked.

“Yeah, Dad — the fireplace is making it cozy in here. And the wine’s warming me up, too.”

She returned to watching the movie. I continued watching her for a moment. It was good to see a smile on her face. The movie was just to the part where Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett were of a similar age and able to publicly share their affection.

Amanda’s hair was beginning to dry, returning to its natural dishwater blonde color from the darkness of being wet. Her T-shirt was beginning to pull further up her thighs from stretching her legs. The angle of her legs gave me a clear view of the crotch of her white cotton panties beneath the T-shirt. I felt a stirring in my groin. “Oh, my god,” I thought, turning back to the TV in embarrassment.

We watched the remainder of the movie without further adieu. When it was over, I popped the DVD out and placed it back in its case.

“Let’s talk,” Amanda said, patting the cushion beside her as an instruction to sit beside her. She had put her feet back on the floor.

“Sure, sweetie,” I replied.

When I sat in the indicated spot, Amanda leaned her head against her shoulder. “I do love you, Daddy,” she said.

“You’re my precious, precious girl,” I told her truthfully, “I’ve always loved you and always will.”

“I know, Daddy. I can see how you love me by the way you always put me first. That’s how I know Trey didn’t really love me.”

“How so?” I asked, “I mean besides the obvious fact that he broke up with you on Valentine’s Day?”

“He never put me first, Dad. He always wanted for things to be HIS way. When we went to movies, it was the ones HE wanted. When we went out to eat, it was at the restaurant HE chose. Lots of things. Even when we had sex…”

“I’m not sure I’m ready to hear this, sweetheart,” I replied.

“But it’s TRUE, Daddy! He hurt me when he broke my hymen, and he didn’t care. He kept on thrusting and grunting and didn’t pay attention when I asked him to stop…”

“Shit! I DON’T want to HEAR this!” I thought. Outwardly, though, I simply nodded in concern.

“And when he had his orgasm inside me, he just rolled off me and got dressed. He didn’t even snuggle or kiss me. He certainly didn’t help ME to have an orgasm. He barely SAID anything — he just LEFT!” She burst into tears.

“Oh, baby, I’m SO sorry!” I said, truly hurting for her. I wrapped my arm around her tighter.

When she had finished crying, she looked up at me. “And how about YOU, Daddy? What’s YOU’RE sad love story? I mean, since after Mom died.”

“That’s just IT, baby. There’s been nobody since Mom died. It hurt too bad for a long while. I just wasn’t interested. Now, I just want to focus on getting you through your last year of high school, on to your next phase of life.”

“Phases of life…” Amanda mused. “Seeing that movie really got me to thinking…”

“About what?” I asked.

“Well, you know how at the beginning of the movie, Benjamin Button was an old man and aged backward over time? And the Cate Blanchett character started off as a little girl and aged forward over time?”


“Well, the whole point of the movie was that you could love somebody who was the wrong age for you, but you love them nonetheless.”


“And when he was an old man and she was a little girl — well, in today’s world, he would be considered a pedophile if he acted like that…”

“So you think the movie was endorsing pedophilia?” I asked dubiously.

“Not exactly. Just that he was like a grandfather to her, but he was in love with her. He had to wait until she was old enough and he was young enough to make it okay for them to get together.”

“And your point is?”

She reached out and put her hand in mine. “Just that two people of vastly different ages can love each other deeply, have a platonic relationship for years, and then when the time is right, they can — get together.”

I wasn’t quite sure where this was going. I leaned over, still a bit confused, and kissed her on the head. She turned her face up toward mine and kissed me — on the lips. It was a tender, feathery kiss, but on the lips.

Unlike some families, mine was one where parent and child never gave kisses on the lips. We showed lots of affection with tender pats, with emotional hugs, with kisses on the cheeks — but never with a kiss on the lips.

I was momentarily dazed. Her lips were warm, her hair smelled fresh as flowers from her shower and shampoo. My nostrils were filled with the scent of her freshly washed hair and freshly scrubbed skin.

“My god!” I thought, “What am I DOING?” I quickly broke the kiss.

But I wanted more. She looked searchingly into my eyes, gauging my reaction. Had she intended it as anything more than a chaste kiss of affection? Had she wanted something more? Was she fearful of rejection?

I think she could see the confusion on my face. “Daddy, let me be clearer with you. You are the one person on the face of the earth that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt loves me. I just had sex for the first time — with someone who DOESN’T love me — and it was the worst experience of my life, next to losing my mother. I’ve just been dumped — on VALENTINE’S DAY!”

“Uh-huh,” I replied dazedly, the light beginning to dawn.

“And you — you haven’t been with a woman for ten months,” she stated in matter-of-fact fashion. “You have to be all bottled up inside, so to speak.”

“I wouldn’t use MY needs to take advantage of you at a vulnerable time, if that’s what you’re suggesting,” I said honestly.

“I know, Daddy — I absolutely KNOW! You’d never use me like Trey did. I know you really, REALLY love me. So as I was watching the movie, I realized that — that you’re my Brad Pitt and I’m your Cate Blanchett. And that the time is right for us to — get together.”

“I don’t know, sweetie,” I said, being intentionally equivocal rather than bluntly refusing, so as not to damage her already fragile self-esteem. “If we were to ‘get together,’ as you say, most people would think I’m a total pervert. They might even try to throw me in jail.”

“I’m not ‘most people’ — I know you’re no pervert. You’re the most loving, caring person I know. And they couldn’t throw you in jail — I’m not underage.”

She was serious. I could read it in her big, beautiful blue eyes. I’d always thought those eyes were her best feature. Now, I could see a sense of fierce determination in them.

She leaned in for another kiss. Her lips were SO inviting — so soft, gently pressing against mine, then nibbling my lower lip.

In retrospect, I don’t know what I was thinking. I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue against her lips. Immediately, she opened her mouth in response. Her tongue flicked against mine, dancing a primal love dance. Her hand moved up from mine to caress my face.

In a few moments, she broke the kiss and leaned back to smile at me. “Daddy, I love you,” she said, “and I want to make love with you.”

To my surprise, I sprung a massive boner on the spot. She saw me flinch and looked down at my crotch.

She smiled more broadly and said, “And I can see that the idea doesn’t totally disgust you.” She reached down and grasped my cock through my trousers.

After ten months without lovemaking, her touch nearly made me cum right then and there. I had to force myself to concentrate, to think things through, to not let things spin out of control.

“Amanda,” I said, “I love you dearly. You know that. I’d give my life for you. But I don’t know that I can live with myself if I have sex with you.”

“It won’t be ‘having sex,’ Daddy — that’s the mistake I made with Trey. It will be ‘making love.’ And I’m looking forward to your unselfishness with me in every OTHER way getting translated into the BEDROOM.”

“Oh, brother!” I thought, “what kind of mess have I gotten myself into?” My resistance was weakening. I truly did love her. And, when I thought about it honestly, I truly did want to make love to her.

She sensed my hesitation. Her grip tightened around my cock, and she began gently stroking me through the fabric. “Careful, sweetie,” I said, “you don’t want to make me spurt in my pants.”

She smiled. “No, I’d rather have you spurt inside ME, Daddy,” she purred.

She was quickly pushing my doubts into the far recesses of my mind. I couldn’t take much more. Maybe I should just leave — but what would THAT do to her self-esteem?

“Um, Amanda,” I tried to reason, grasping for straws, “We CAN’T do this. Mom and I never used condoms, and I simply don’t HAVE any.”

“Not a problem,” she countered, “we don’t need any. I’m on the pill.”

“But HOW? Don’t you need a prescription? I don’t remember consenting to that…”

“Daddy, you didn’t HAVE to. I can make arrangements on my own. I’m eighteen — no parental consent needed. I got on the pill when I made up my mind that Trey was trustworthy. I was wrong about HIM, but I’m glad I’m on the pill for YOU.”

I was at the breaking point. She needed me. I needed her. To hell with tomorrow.

I leaned forward and kissed Amanda fully on the lips. “I love you SO much, Amanda,” I said, “and I want to make you feel better. I just don’t want you to hate me later.”

“I could NEVER hate you, Dad,” she assured me, kissing me again and then slipping her hand inside my trousers.

The feel of her hand on my bare cock was pure heaven. It had been SO long since I’d been sensually touched. I had begun to doubt that it would ever again happen with someone I truly loved, and who truly loved me.

I wrapped my arms gently around Amanda as she stroked my raging hard-on. I once again kissed her on the crown of her head. She kissed my chest through my shirt, then began trailing kisses down my abdomen.

Realizing where she was going, I had a momentary thought to stop her before things got completely out of control. As I was thinking, she pulled my trousers to the floor.

She was now gripping the waistband of my underwear. With one swift movement, she pulled them to my ankles. I stepped out sheepishly, now naked from the waist down. She re-grasped my prick and resumed her trail of kisses below my navel.

I felt obliged to make one last attempt to slow her down. “Did you do that to Trey?” I asked.

“Do what?”

“What you’re doing to me.”

“What am I doing to you, Daddy?”

“You know, Amanda…”

“I want to hear you say it. What am I doing to you?”

“Nothing, yet.”

“Okay, Mr. Technicality — what is it I’m ABOUT to do to you?”

“I’m not sure…”

“Okay, Mr. Avoidance, so what do you WANT me to do to you? Say it…”

“Um… suck my dick. You’re about to suck my dick. I WANT you to suck my dick.”

“And I WANT to suck your dick. And, if you MUST know, yes, I did it to Trey. He INSISTED on it.”

“Um… and did he — return the favor for you?”

“You mean…let me hear you say it…” Her voice became raspy, hoarse, somewhat jagged. “Tell me…”

“Okay, Amanda — did he eat you out?”

“Pretend I don’t know what you’re talking about, Daddy. I want to hear you ask me.”

“Okay, honey — did he lick your pussy?”

“Ooh, Daddy. I like hearing you say that. But no, he didn’t lick my pussy. Like I told you, he’s a selfish bastard. But I can tell YOU’RE thinking about licking my pussy…”

I shrugged as she looked up at me from her perch in front of my cock. “Busted,” I replied, “and I agree — Trey’s a selfish bastard. Any man who truly loves his woman will gladly go down on her.”

“And — Daddy — you truly love me, don’t you?” Amanda asked hopefully.

“Yes, baby, you know I do. I’ll gladly bring you oral pleasure. If you’re at all able to have an orgasm, I’ll make you cum that way.”

Amanda grinned. “Trey never made me cum. But I know that I can. I’ve had a vibrator for a few years, and I know how to use it.”

I was learning all sorts of things about my daughter this evening. As I mused, I suddenly felt the warm, moist thrill of her mouth around the head of my cock.

“Oh, Amanda — that feels SO good, sweetheart,” I said.

She ran her tongue around the rim of my prick, then squeezed my rod with her cheeks and tongue. She started to bob her head to an unheard rhythm, taking my penis deeper into her mouth each time.

I didn’t want to cum before she did. She had only been with a selfish bastard. I wanted her to experience the more selfless side of lovemaking.

“Amanda, baby,” I said, interrupting her rhythm, “that feels REALLY good, but I’d like to get more comfortable — for BOTH of us to get more comfortable.”

She let my cock drop out of her mouth, then looked up at me with a grin.

“Are you saying that you want to see me NAKED, Daddy?” she asked.

“Um, well…”

“Come on, Daddy — I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Amanda — I want to see you naked.”

“Well, why didn’t you just say so before, Daddy?” With that, she stood up and pulled her I [HEART] INTERCOURSE PA T-shirt right over her head and dropped it on the couch.

Her fleshy, medium-sized breasts were exquisite. Her ivory skin was flawless. Her tits were topped with coral-colored nipples. “She looks nothing like Barb,” I thought carelessly.

I was momentarily disturbed by my thought of Barb. What would she think if she were alive? Hell, this wouldn’t be happening if she were alive. But that was the point — I no longer had Barb, and Amanda no longer had Trey. We needed each other.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Amanda asked.

I moved to her. I placed my hands squarely on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. “I’m fine, sweetheart — and so are you. You are FINE in every way — you are beautiful!”

“Oh, Daddy — I love you so much!”

She hugged me, and I hugged her back. I wanted to feel her naked breasts against my chest. As she released me, I pulled off my shirt and threw it near her T-shirt. I was now completely naked.

Amanda stood in front of me, wearing nothing but her white cotton panties. I embraced her, loving the feel of her tits against my chest. I felt her engorged nipples pressing against me.

I had to touch them. I cupped both breasts in my hands, kneading and massaging them. They felt so right in my grip. I teased her taut nipples with my fingers. I needed to taste her turgid peaks. I leaned in to suckle them languorously. Amanda moaned in response. I felt a shudder go through her body.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, Daddy,” she suggested, taking me by the hand.

She led me up the stairs, still hand-in-hand. I wasn’t sure whether she meant her bedroom or mine when she suggested “the” bedroom. I was thankful when she headed toward hers. I didn’t want to have thoughts of Barb by being in the bed that had been our marital bed.

She pulled the pink, fluffy comforter and cotton sheet back from the headboard. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she patted the spot next to her. I sat down obediently.

“Remember how you’d come in here and read to me each night before bedtime when I was a little girl?” she asked.

“Sure, baby — I remember.”

“Then you’d tuck me in and put me to bed…”

“I remember.”

“It always made me feel so safe.”

“I’m glad, sweetheart,” I answered.

“And now — you STILL make me feel safe, Daddy.”

In its context, it seemed almost absurd. Here I was, sitting naked on her bed next to her, while she was naked all except for a thin white pair of cotton panties. She should be saying I was a pervert. She should be calling the police.

But she didn’t. She stood up, facing the door, and reached for the top of her panties. I’m sure I held my breath. Was she really going to do this?

The answer was a resounding “Yes!” She stripped her panties off in one quick motion, revealing the flawless ivory skin of her perfectly shaped ass. Then, turning toward me with a smile, hand over her crotch, she said, “I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you want to see it.”

Rather than continuing with the charade, I went straight to the heart of the matter. “Amanda, I want to see your pussy.”

Immediately, her hands dropped to her sides. My eyes got an eyeful. My sweet little eighteen year old daughter was completely shaved! With no pubic hair in the way, I could see her cleft from the front.

My raging boner once again sprung up. There was no hiding it from Amanda. She smiled unabashedly.

“Daddy! You like what you see, don’t you?” It was more a coy assertion than a question. She knew from my rigid state that I was full of sexual desire for her.

“Come here, baby,” I said. “Let me hold you for a minute.”

She came into my arms and we embraced gently. “How long have you been shaving there?” I asked.

“Um… well, Daddy… since tonight.”

“Tonight?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes, Daddy. When I went upstairs and took my shower.” She could see the look of consternation on my face.

“Okay, Daddy, I’ll come clean,” she confessed. “The Benjamin Button movie wasn’t the first time that I thought about US — you and me. It just provided me the affirmation of what I already knew in my heart.”

“So, how long have you been thinking about it?”

“Well, I think I have since soon after Mom died. But I was Trey’s girlfriend, and I thought he loved me. But after he broke up with me — and you were so kind — it came to me in the shower. YOU are the one who most loves me. And you need to be loved. So I shaved my pussy, thinking it might freak you out less than seeing my trimmed bush. I’m sure the last time you saw me naked was before I had pubic hair. After I shaved for you, I put on that T-shirt. That was deliberate.”

“Deliberate?” I asked, moving my hands down to her ass. I gently began massaging both cheeks.

“I wanted to plant a subliminal seed in your mind. I remembered what you said when I bought the T-shirt — about it being an endorsement of incest with my father.”

I moved my leg between hers and kissed her on the head. “Well, it worked, sweetie — I haven’t been able to take my mind or eyes off of you ever since you came downstairs wearing it.”

“I’m glad, Daddy. I feel so safe with you — so loved by you. And speaking of planting seeds, I want you to plant some of yours in me…”

I needed no further permission. “Lay down, Amanda, sweetheart. Prop your head up on the pillows. We’re going to take it slow, and I’m going to make it good for you.”

She complied without hesitation. I eased myself beside her, facing the foot of the bed. “Okay, Amanda — I want you to spread your legs for me. First, I’m going to lick your pussy and make you cum.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she said, moving her knees apart. As I leaned my face down toward her crotch, Amanda’s skin quivered. Her legs eased further apart.

I couldn’t believe I was looking at my eighteen year old daughter’s shaved pussy from just inches away. It was beautiful. Her outer labia were speckled with tiny bumps, seeming to almost have goose flesh. Her inner labia were narrow but long from top to bottom. The light shone off them, demonstrating her wetness. Her clitoris was hooded by a flap of skin at the top of her vagina.

I could smell the sweet fragrance of her sexual arousal mixed with the fresh scent of soap from her shower. I wanted to taste her.

I blew a breath of warm air on her vaginal lips, seeking a reaction. I immediately got what I was after. “Daddy, please. PLEASE, Daddy, PLEASE!” she begged.

I couldn’t continue to withhold pleasure from her. I placed my tongue on the nub at the top of her vagina. I teased it to erection, then began to suckle it.

“Oh, Daddy,” she cooed, “that feels SO GOOD!”

I then began to lick circles around her labia, returning frequently to suckle her clit. She raised her hips toward my mouth, obviously aroused. My darling daughter wanted her daddy to please her.

I wanted to make it even better for her. I moved my first two fingers to her slit, moistening them on the mixture of her juices and my saliva there. I slid the two fingers carefully into her vaginal tunnel. There was no resistance, either from Amanda or her vagina.

“Mmmmm, Daddy — SO GOOD!”

I began gently thrusting my fingers deeper, then shallower in her beautiful young twat, finger fucking her at a leisurely pace. I continued licking and sucking her clit, her little love button at the top of her vagina.

“Daddy… Daddy…” she called.

I didn’t respond verbally. I continued my oral ministration of her clit and my manual penetration of her slit. I reached my other hand up to caress her breast and tweak her nipple.

“Oooh, Daddy,” she said, “you’re BETTER than a vibrator!”

“M-hmmm,” I answered in thanks, though quite inarticulately.

I felt Amanda’s pussy begin to constrict around my mouth and hand. I wanted badly to make her cum — to make her feel treasured, to know selfless love in a sexual way.

I frigged and penetrated, sucked and licked, tweaked and massaged — all at a frenzied pace.

“Daddy — you’re making me CUM!” she cried out.

I felt her pussy move from constricting to throbbing to clenching, and continued my oral and digital encouragement. “Oh, my GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD! DADDY!” she shrieked.

Her climax was obvious, her ecstasy skyrocketing. I couldn’t help but feel pleased. May that little prick Trey never find the key to pleasing a woman, I thought mean-spiritedly.

I continued to stimulate her pussy until she came all the way down from her orgasmic peak. I then trailed kisses up her belly and chest, stopping to nibble for a few minutes on her mammaries.

“Come her, Daddy,” she said finally, “I want to kiss you. Thank you for making me cum!”

I moved all the way up beside her and looked deep into her eyes. I knew from feeling her cum that she had experienced physical bliss — now I could see her emotional bliss. We kissed a long, deep, languorous French kiss. “I love you, Amanda, my sweet little girl,” I said sincerely.

“Not so little any more, Daddy — I’m a big girl now. And this big girl wants you to fuck her.”

“Not ‘fuck’ — ‘make love’ with you, sweetheart.”

“I just like saying the word ‘fuck’ — it makes me feel horny. Please, Daddy — fuck me, fuck me, please FUCK me!”

“Are you sure, sweetie? I mean — I’m your dad.”

“And you love me unconditionally, like nobody else does. I want this — I really do, Daddy.” With that, she reached down and put her hand on my fully-erect penis. “Put it inside me, Daddy — NOW!” she whimpered.

I embraced her and continued to kiss her on the mouth. We lay down, side by side. I placed my hand on her inner thigh, then slowly penetrated her bald pussy with my fingers once again. She spread her legs, inviting me to probe deeper.

I removed my fingers from her slit to make room for my cock. I eased my body over her leg that was closest to me, and turned to face her. I was now positioned between her legs, my stomach getting slimed by her vaginal juices. I moved higher.

When my crotch was in the general vicinity of hers, Amanda grasped my cock and began rubbing my glans around her moist slit, for lubrication. My mind was a haze. “I’m about to fuck my daughter,” I thought calmly. “And I’m glad.”

Amanda began to raise herself up off the bed, easing her hips upward in an attempt to foster my penetration of her slit. “Don’t worry, honey,” I said, “you can stay on the bed — I’ll come to you. And I’ll cum IN you.”

She smiled at my inane joke. She was so precious when she smiled. I couldn’t help but rub noses with her in an affectionate “Eskimo kiss.”

And then it happened. As I rubbed noses with her, my lower torso moved forward as well. Without realizing it, I had pushed my cock right to the entrance of her aching vagina. With her hand already gripping my penis, she guided it to just the right spot for penetration. She then pulled my body toward hers, and I was suddenly inside.

I cannot ever remember having such a heady reaction to penetrating a pussy. This wasn’t just any pussy — it was my little girl’s. The one I had protected all her life. The one that needed me now more than any other in the world could ever need me.

“Mmmm, DADDY!” she cried, “You feel so GOOD! I love you so MUCH, Daddy!”

“EXACTLY! Just the way I feel about YOU, Amanda!” I replied wholeheartedly.

“You’re really FUCKING me, Daddy — just like I wanted. Oh, THANK YOU, Daddy!”

Her cries of excitement and ecstasy made me want to please her even more. I began thrusting, my prick swelling within her love tunnel with each push. I grasped her ass cheeks, pulling her hard against my cock. I was inside her to the hilt. I’m sure I hit bottom somewhere, but I was too lost in ecstasy to notice.

.”My sweetheart,” I told her truthfully, “this is the best Valentine’s gift I could have ever hoped to receive. I’m glad you wore that T-shirt.”

I licked her tits teasingly, one at a time, as I continued to pound her pussy with my prick. I was enthralled by the way I could see her vaginal contortions more clearly due to her shaved pubic mound. My view of my own cock pistoning in and out of my daughter’s tight, wet pussy was etched in my mind at that very moment.

I didn’t want the two of us to cum just yet, but I was getting dangerously close. I had a bright idea. I thought if I got vertical, perhaps my hyperactive sperm sac would settle down, at least relative to what was happening as I thrust into her from the missionary position.

“Baby, I need to stand up,” I said.

“But, Daddy, I don’t want you to come out.”

“I won’t, sweetheart. I’ll carry you. You can stay lodged on my cock.”

“Mmmm, Daddy — that sounds WONDERFUL!”

Moving together, we eased to the edge of the bed. Then I put one foot on the floor and turned my body ninety degrees, bringing Amanda’s feet off the edge of the bed. Finally, I put my hands under her bottom and lifted.

She was a lightweight. She must have barely tipped the scales at a hundred pounds, even thought she was better than five and a half feet tall. Still joined at the crotch, we restarted our mutual rhythm.

“Sweetie, I’m going to lift your legs over my shoulders, okay? I don’t want to hurt you, and I’ve never done this before, but I think it would give us better — penetration.”

“Lead the way, Daddy,” she replied.

My intuition was completely right. Once her legs were straddling my shoulders, with her arms around my neck, the weight of her lower torso sagged directly to my pubic region. I can’t think of another time when my cock was buried so deeply in pussy.

This position also gave me direct, visible access to her clitoral nub. More than anything, I wanted to please her, to make her feel cherished, to undo the damage that that prick Trey had done. I began gently rubbing her clit with my thumb and forefinger as I continued to slam my cock into her sopping wet cunt.

It had been ten months since I’d been with a woman, my beloved Barb. I may have had wet dreams or something in the time since, but to my knowledge I hadn’t cum in all that time. I’d been too depressed for too long to even bother jerking off.

But Amanda had me on fire. I felt the long-dormant sensation of semen filling my scrotum. I felt my cock throbbing from the inside out. And I felt Amanda’s warm, willing, loving pussy enveloping me with rapture. I couldn’t hold back much longer.

“Amanda, sweetheart,” I said raggedly, “I think I might cum at any time. But I don’t want to leave you behind. Do you think you could cum with me soon?”

This is fiction, a story and it should be view as just that. Everyone depicted in this story is over the age of 18.


Reginald Hutchins watched his daughter throw her bag over her shoulder then locked the front door. He made a movement towards her with the intention of relieving her of the heavy load but she shook her head as she made her way to his SUV. Sky was small in frame and height but with a heart as big as the universe. She looked like an exact copy of his wife Cheri, with her long honey blond hair, creamy white skin, and round hips. The differences, Sky’s eyes were the greyest grey and she wasn’t as developed in the chest area as her mother. Comparing the two was another indication that his gorgeous little girl was growing up. In two days she would be 18 and a gorgeous woman, which was the reasoning behind the trip they were undertaking.

He never really had anything in common with Sky so his wife suggested they join a father/daughter club. It was a way to bond with his daughter who would soon be moving away and when she did, their relationship would suffer. But if they bonded, they would continue to stay close over the years. Well that was at least the idea. So he reluctantly agreed to try the club. If he didn’t he would have to listen to his wife claims that if Sky were a boy they would be closer nonsense.

This was going to be the first time they would be alone and it really worried him. Reggie knew nothing about her. But Cheri wanted him to join the exclusive club that his boss headed when they moved to Kipland. Relationships were everything to his wife lately so connecting with Sky and gaining a friend in his boss was a win, win. And that’s why Reggie and Sky were heading for Willow Lake to spend a fun filled weekend with his some co-workers and their daughters.

It wasn’t hard to get into the swing of things after arriving at the cabin. It was a small group and all the girls were eighteen except for Sky but she made friends easily and they instantly got along. There was David, his twins Marcy and Darcy who were both beautiful and his boss’s brother Greg who also worked at the firm. There was Kevin and his daughter, a cute buxom red head named Hailey. Paul and his girl Savannah, who was the sexiest gothic chic he’d ever seen. And Brad and his daughter Lisa, who obviously loved the color pink and looked just as innocent.

After introductions Reggie followed David into a cabin that looked like a mansion. “I thought it would be more people,” Reggie said as he climbed the stairs behind David. The two were acquainted; David was for all intense and purposes, Reggie’s boss and the guy that hired him. He was also a distant cousin of Cheri’s and saw fit to help them out. By giving him a job in this awful recession, David had virtually saved Reggie’s life and he was grateful.

“If we accepted too many people in our ‘club’ it wouldn’t be exclusive now would it?” David smiled as he opened the door to one of the rooms. “You and Sky will room here.” Reggie was about to protest when David said, “we feel it’s best to keep your child in your sites at all times. It makes some of the fathers feel safer.” Reggie could understand the logic so he didn’t oppose.

After a light lunch, which they referred to as a meet and greet, the girls wanted to go swimming. Reggie and all the fathers sat on the deck looking over the pond. Greg, who was only twenty one, was walking the shore talking on his cell phone.

“Was that a new car Savannah pulled up in,” Brad asked?

Paul shrugged, “Can you deny them anything?”

Each of the guys started laughing and talking about how much they spoiled their daughters and wives. Reggie financial situation made it impossible for him to spoil his girls but this new job would definitely allow him to shower them with gifts. Brad passed Reggie a beer. “Thanks,” he said. Brad smiled then sat back on the luxury beach furniture.

“How’s Rita,” David asked Kevin?

“I don’t know but I’ll be sure to ask the pool boy when I get back,” Kevin said as lifted a beer to his lips.

Reggie was appalled to hear Kevin’s admission. He worked with him and knew his wife. Kevin was in sales. He looked at each of the men and realized he’d seen all of them at the office, even Greg. He looked over at the guy and thought it odd that he didn’t seem too torn up about his wife’s infidelity.

“Yeah,” Paul laughed, “I wish Cynthia had a thing for our pool boy. It’s Rose, our housekeeper, she can’t keep her hands off of.”

Everyone but Reggie laughed. David, who was about ten years older than him, gave him a frown. “You have to loosen up Reggie, this is sanctuary. We speak freely about whatever is on our minds. No subject is taboo.” Reggie smiled but was still a little uncomfortable talking about such private matters.

Brad coughed, “Speaking of taboo, Hailey lost her top Kevin.” Each of the men craned their heads to see Hailey wadding to shore after the bikini top that was washing up on the sand. “Wow, little Hailey’s all grown up. Just look at those beautiful breasts,” Brad said with awe.

“I know,” Kevin frowned, “I see them daily. And the girl hates wearing bras.”

Reggie looked down at Hailey and when her perfectly large breast began to bounce the moment her feet hit the sand his cock actually swelled because those jingling tits were indeed beautiful. He shifted in his seat, embarrassed that he actually allowed himself to think of his co-worker’s daughter in such a way.

After dinner and a few board games everyone retired for the night. Reggie though it strange that David, Greg and the twins were all sharing a room but he didn’t question that either. He was looking over some emails when Sky came from their bathroom.

“It’s a vacation dad,” she said reaching for his cell phone, “no work.” They struggled over the phone until Sky was on the bed in his arms with her short nightshirt up and exposing her underwear. They were Hello Kitty pink and white boy shorts. He found himself looking up to her chest. Sky didn’t have the large breast like Hailey. In fact Sky was an A cup. Even still, Reggie found himself wondering what they looked like beneath the tight shirt she wore.

He groaned as if irritated. His cock was hardening. Ashamed, he lightly shoved his daughter off of him. “I’ll turn it off,” he said, moving away from her.

After a short description of her day, Sky fell asleep in the bed while Reggie made use of the chaise lounge. Sometime during the night, Reggie woke. After a few hours of looking at the ceiling he went downstairs, needing a drink. For some reason the open discussion of Hailey’s breast and the thought of Sky’s little mounds bothered him. Taking a few sips of water, he stepped out on to the patio. This place was a little slice of heaven, he thought as he took in the fresh night air. If he couldn’t relax and bond with Sky here, then it wasn’t meant to be.

He was about to go back inside when he heard noises. Was that crying? He walked around the porch and stopped, frozen by the sight of the shadows he saw against a tree. He wasn’t able to see any faces but he heard the voices and made out two figures.

“Please daddy,” a girl whispered.

“Alright baby,” a man whispered back, “just a few licks.”

To Reggie’s shock, the girl went to her knees. After a few heartbeats, her head began to bob back and forth. The man hissed and the girl moaned. He was transfixed, riveted by the site of one of the girls sucking her father’s dick.

“I’m cumming baby,” the man grunted after ten minutes. A string of curses came out of the man’s mouth. “That’s it sweetie, swallow daddy’s cum. Don’t let it drip baby. There you go.” The man bent over, Reggie thought he may have kissed her then straightened.

“You promised daddy,” she whined, “You said you would put it inside me.”

“I am baby. I promise but not now ok. Now let’s get you to bed.”

Reggie hurried back inside and was in his room in record time. He was thirty seven and still in great shape but he was winded trying to get inside before he was seen. Sitting on the chaise in his room, a number of emotions went through his head. He was sickened, concerned, worried, and excited. Hell was he excited. Probably more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. But what was he going to do? One of these guys was mouth fucking his daughter and had promised to fuck her later.

He could tell David, but what if it was him. He didn’t get a clear view of either of the shadowed figures so accusing anyone of these guys may earn him his walking papers and he couldn’t afford to lose his job. After three hours of going over everything he saw but still no closer to a solution, Reggie fell asleep. That night he dreamed of things he would never have thought of. He was standing on the shore next to the water and all the girls in the cabin were lined up side by side on their knees.

He was naked and his dick was so hard he could chop wood with it. He slowly stepped up and stuck in cock in the first girl’s face and she willingly opened up for him. When her lips closed over his spear he hissed as he fucked her mouth hard then squirted all over her barely legal pretty little face. His dick hardened instantly again and he moved to the next willing beauty. He fucked every one of the girl’s mouths but when he came to Sky, a fear rose in him and he jerked awake. Reggie immediately ran into the bathroom were he pulled his engorged cock free. Just pulling out of his shorts was all it took for his seed to shoot into the air.

As Reggie sat at the large table during breakfast he felt a waved of nausea. It took him most of the morning to build up the courage to look at any of the girls. And it took all morning for him to not picture them on their knees. When he tapered down the erotic thoughts of his co-workers daughters he watched everyone, hoping to discover who it was that was outside last night.

No one stood out as the girls were happily discussing the boat ride to the island they were going on this afternoon. The men were talking about supplies. He recognized none of the voices. It was mostly because they were whispering last night and even if he did, what was he going to say. Accuse the guy of having his own daughter blow him in front of everyone. By the time they loaded on the huge boat, he’d figured he would just keep his mouth shut for now. What happened was weird but the girl didn’t seem hurt or depressed and she was eighteen.

On the boat, everyone ushered Sky over to a large cake and sung happy birthday. Reggie cursed under his breath. He’d been so occupied with other things that he’d forgotten his daughter was now eighteen. He’d forgotten his present back at the cabin but was happy to see that everyone had come prepared. He drifted out of the way, feeling somewhat idiotic but eventually Sky found him to show off all she’d gotten. He told her he had something for her but would have to give it to her later. She hugged him tight and shrugged, telling him she could wait. When she joined the others he realized how proud he was to have such a great kid.

It became harder and harder for Reggie to keep his cock in check. The girls were flopping, playing, and laughing and the entire time their supple, fit bodies moved in ways that made him dizzy with lust. And to make things worse every so often one of the girls would rush by him, touching him in some way the sent heat through him, especially Sky. She would come over to kiss his cheek or touch him in some innocent way and it was driving him crazy.

The island they eventually reached was nice and to Reggie’s surprise it had a small cabin that he could see from the boat but they didn’t go to shore right away. Instead they stayed on the boat and he was told they would dock at sunset. He interacted with the other father’s but the image of the girl giving her father head and the others on their knees in his dream kept coming to him. He couldn’t help but study each of the girls. As he did, his cock got hard again so he did his best to push the matter out of his head and relax.

“Having a good time,” Greg, his boss’s brother asked him?

Reggie shrugged, “Yeah, but I thought there would be more bonding with the girls. Maybe some crafts or a baseball game, stuff like that.”

Greg laughed. “They’ll be enough time for bonding. We just try to relax a little before all that.” With that said Greg got up and dove into the water. He found the girls and was splashing them like they were old friends. Reggie watched Greg grab Savannah and raise her up then slam her into the water. Greg leaned in close to the girl and Reggie thought he saw him lick her cheek. The sight made him wish he was young again.

“You look stressed,” David said sitting next to him and dragging his attention from the frolicking.

“I just….,” he started then paused, “I think I saw something last night and I don’t know what to do about it.”

David grabbed a beer from a cooler nearby. “What did you see?” Reggie reluctantly went into what he saw. David listened and when Reggie was done he asked, “Do you think he was hurting her?”

“I don’t know if she was hurting then but think of the long term issues she’ll have. She’d was molested and by her own father.”

“So you think he forced unwanted sex on her?”

Reggie thought about it. “No, she didn’t looked force and she definitely wanted more.”

“So how can you say she was molested? I try not to judge others but I’ll say that if the girl did that to some of the boys in her school she would be labeled a slut and her high school years might be ruined if the guys decide to share. Who is her father going to tell?” David tipped his head back and swallowed more beer.

“So you’d rather your girls blow,” he looked around, “let’s say Paul verse a teenage boy.”

“If they wanted,” he shrugged, “my girls are eighteen. Why, do you want them to blow you?”

Reggie’s cock betrayed him again so he gave David a scared look of embarrassment. David notice and laughed heartily. It was impossible not to. “Jeez Reggie, lighten up. If I freaked every time the thought of one of my girls gave me a hard on, I’d have died of a heart attack by now.”

Reggie face turned red. He heard Sky laughing and he turned to see her running from Hailey. His cock began to throb and an imaged of her little mouth around his cock startled him.

It wasn’t long before the sun set and the group was on their way to the small cabin. Reggie wondered if they were going to sleep here because the cabin didn’t look big enough from the outside. And when David opened the door, the design of the place kind of took him by surprise. It was one big room. There was a kitchen with counters and appliances and he could see the bathroom through an opened door on the far side of the room but there were no other rooms. There was no furniture either, only a bunch of large pillows and blankets against the walls. Long blackout curtains covered the windows.

“What is this for,” Reggie asked? Everything looked brand new and the girls ran inside whooping and hollering over the harem like setting.

“Bonding,” Greg laughed as he burst through the door past him. Greg took up a pillow and threw it at Darcy. Then everyone began to throw pillows and blankets at each other. Within minutes Reggie was throwing and dodging pillows.

About an hour later they all lay exhausted on the bed of pillows and blankets they’d scattered. Sky lay at Reggie’s feet, breathing hard and panting. He looked around. Each man was lying close or nearby their daughter. Something felt weird about the scene. He looked over at his boss. David was slowly rubbing his hand over Marcy’s ass that was barely covered by her bikini bottom. As a matter of fact he and Brad were the only ones not caressing a part of their daughter’s body.

Reggie saw Paul lean in and kissed his daughter Savannah. He must have slipped her his tongue because she pulled back and looked at him strangely. He touched her face. “Don’t you want to make daddy feel good Savannah,” he asked her? She looked confused. Most of the girls were now looking confused as their father’s began feeling them up or removing their bathing suits. “Please baby, don’t embarrass daddy in front of his friends. This is what happens on father daughter retreats.”

Savannah and the others looked around until they focused on one coupling. All eyes locked on Brad and his daughter Lisa. Brad was sucking on her pale breast as he was fingering her pussy. Lisa was moaning as she thrust over her father’s fingers.

“Daddy, what’s going on,” Sky asked as she watched the scene in front of them.

Reggie couldn’t find his voice. He just watched as Lisa began screaming out her orgasm. Every one’s attention went to David as he stood. “Fathers, we are here to prepare our girls in the ways of the worlds. Free of prying eyes and judgment. If you don’t feel comfortable tasting the sweet juices these girls have to offer, you are welcomed to leave.”

“Stop it Uncle Greg,” Marcy cried out as she scampered away. Greg caught her by her leg and pulled her to him. He ripped her bathing suit bottom down her legs and stuck his finger in her pussy. She resisted for a few seconds before she threw her head back and started moving with his motion. David gave Reggie a glance before Darcy willingly spread her legs and he buried his face in her pussy. Darcy whimpered the cooed as she gripped her father’s hair.

Savannah was crying as her father took down his pants and stuffed his cock in her mouth. Kevin looked scared as he watched everyone around him. He relaxed a bit when Hailey took off her top. “It’s alright daddy. I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know you want this,” she told him as she lifted her brown nipple to his lips. He seemed to be fighting some internal struggle then he sighed and licked the nipple that was offered to him. Then Kevin grabbed his daughter Hailey by the waist and hungrily attacked her large breast.

“Owwww, shit that hurts Uncle Greg,” Marcy screamed.

Greg was pushing into her now and she was struggling again. “It’s alright,” Darcy said. She took her twin sister’s hand, “if you relax it can feel good.” Greg must have penetrated because she caught her breath. Marcy stopped her noise making and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her hips was leaving the floor and meeting his thrust after a while. Greg grinned as he panted and grunted over top of his niece.

“Daddy,” Sky voice trembled.

Reggie looked to his daughter who was watching everyone like he’d been. Only he was excited and turned on beyond belief and she looked frightened. He reached for her and she placed her hand in his. Sky scooted up on his lap, looking at him with wide grey doe-like eyes. Her long baby blond hair was in a pony tail at the top of her head and her cheeks were the perfect flush of red. He knew she wasn’t exactly innocent but he was certain she was pure. “It’s alright Sky,” he said. He knew that they weren’t going to just let him leave without consequence. Not when he’d seen so much. And honestly he didn’t want to leave. He cursed in his head at the realization of what he wanted.

“You want me like that too dad,” Sky asked? Remarkably she didn’t look scared anymore. She looked confused.

Reggie realized she was sitting on his engorged cock. “You feel that baby,” he raised his hips so his hardness pressed against her backside, “that’s for you. My cock wants you so bad it hurts. You and your friends are so damn sexy that I’ve been hard since we got here.”

She frowned. “You told me to save myself for someone special.”

“I did Sky,” Reggie admitted. “Do you have someone?”

Sky looked down then sighed, “I don’t think he wants me…like…like you do.”

“I do want you. I want you so bad baby but know I love you and I don’t want you doing anything you’re not ready to do,” he told her. Sky nodded. “Have you ever sucked a cock Sky?” Reggie knew it was wrong but as he said those words his cock pulsed. He wanted Sky to blow him more than anything in the entire world right now. She nodded. “Am I special baby?” She nodded again. He kissed her mouth and slipped her his tongue to gage how agreeable she was going to be. When she took his tongue in her mouth and tangled her with his, he eased her off his lap and pulled down his shorts.

Mark Harper was forty six, he was in love but not with his wife. He was in love with his daughter Tayler who was twenty four.

He had never meant for it to happen. He’d never wanted to be like those sick perverts. He’d always detested incest. That is, until he’d made love with Tayler.

It had began one weekend when his wife Elaine had gone out of town on a girl’s weekend with some of her friends last fall. He’d invited Tayler to spend the weekend with him, spend some father daughter time together. He’d missed her while she had been away at college the past few years. She’d moved back a few months before but she’d been working a lot at her new job. Her family visits consisted of two hours on Thursday night to do laundry.

He figured they could watch movies, order take out, play board games and talk like they had when she was a girl. She had been thrilled with the offer when he called. She’d agreed to take the weekend off for their father daughter slumber party.

On Friday morning, he’d seen his wife off, picked up the house and ran errands. He’d gone to the video store and picked out a few old movies, then to the grocery store for her favorite snacks and soda. He’d then picked up a few beers for him and a bottle of wine for her. She’d be over for supper around seven.

He went up to his room and picked up the bedroom, even making the bed. Then he’d taken a shower and dressed in comfortable pajamas, silk with a wife beater underneath and the top unbuttoned. It was the first night, movie night. He went down to the kitchen and ordered her favorite pizza place’s meat pizza and cheesy bread sticks.

She got home just before the pizza man arrived. She came in smelling of roses, freshly showered and dressed in her own pajamas. A thin red tank top with hearts covering it and red satin pants to match. She wore cute red slippers that looked like flip flops. Her toes and fingers were painted red to match and her hair was braided in pigtails. The same way she’d worn it as a kid.

She tossed her bags in her old room and made it back downstairs just as the food arrived. They ate and caught up on the past few weeks gossip, laughing and joking. It was nice being together and having fun. Her smile showed him she was truly happy with her life and that made him truly happy.

After they’d finished off their dinner, he went and popped a big bowl of homemade popcorn and added his special seasonings. They flopped down together on the couch, the popcorn between them.

The movie he’d chosen was E.T. She’d loved that movie as a kid and he’d loved watching it with her every year on her birthday til she was ten.

Soon the movie started and she moved the bowl and curled up beside him. She had gotten a blanket from the hall trunk and draped it across her legs. Her arms still had goosebumps though.

After he felt her watching him for almost ten minutes, he looked down to her. She was smiling up at him, her grinned almost angelic. He knew at that moment he could never let another man have her. She looked as innocent and perfect as any woman he’d ever seen.

Her blonde hair and baby blue eyes, her skin was flawless and her lips were crimson and she wasn’t even wearing lipstick. Her eyes were locked with his and she felt the electricity too. She later told him that he was so handsome, she’d almost orgasmed right then. She could imagine their lips touching and his fingers caressing her body. He’d came as she’d stroked him one night while she’d told him this. That however is a different story of a different time.

That night, she had reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She’d pulled his face down to hers and pressed her lips against his. Her tongue had flickered across his lips and he’d parted them to let her explore his mouth. She’d ran her fingers in his hair and cupped his chin in her hand.

When they’d parted, his heart almost stopped. He couldn’t do this, not with his own daughter. She was innocent and he had to keep her innocent. He felt lucky that it had only been a kiss and nothing more. That could be overlooked if they didn’t go any further and never let it happen again.

She had protested when he’d tried to stop it, “Daddy, atleast listen to me first. I’m in love with you. I have been in love with you since I was eighteen years old. I can’t wait another day.”

He still kept his guard up, he knew it was wrong and couldn’t allow it, “Baby, I’m sorry. That just isn’t…We just can’t.”

She had argued more, “Yes we can Daddy. We’ll be careful, we’ll keep it a secret and we can spend more father/daughter time together, no one will ever find out.”

“You just don’t get it Tayler. If someone finds out, we’ll be in a lot of trouble. I’ll be in a lot of trouble. Our careers, our lives, our family. What about your mother? I can’t hurt her. It isn’t right.”

She wouldn’t stop, she kept up her reasoning, “I can’t be without you another day. I’ve been avoiding this place, I can’t come here and be around you if you never kiss me like that again. If you never make love to me Daddy. I quit coming over so often because I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve thought of climbing into bed with you while you’re napping and mom goes over to Aunt Sue’s on Friday nights. I am in love with you Daddy.”

His breath became rapid, rushed. She was making him so hot, “Oh sweetie, it’s not that easy. I just…It just wouldn’t be right.”

“Please Daddy, I know mama doesn’t have sex with you often enough and I know you jack off. I’ve seen you sneak off and come out of the basement or garage with a big grin. Hell, one day I hid in your car and watched you. I could imagine myself sucking you off. Your cock is so beautiful, I can’t wait to have it inside me.”

“You…you…you watched me? What happened to privacy?” he stammered.

She grinned, “Pretty please Daddy, just for the weekend. If you don’t like it, I won’t pressure you. We’ll have a nice romantic weekend and if anything makes you uncomfortable, I promise, I’ll stop.”

He was about to give in, “Oh Tayler, you’ve always had me wrapped around my finger.”

She jumped up and down, grinning wide, “Does that mean you’ll do it?”

He sighed, “I’ll atleast give it a try Tayler. Don’t expect anything sexual though, I can’t make promises. I’m not comfortable with that.”

She laughed, “Can we kiss then? Please??? I love kissing you Daddy!”

He relented, they settled back on the sofa, her laying beside him. She was nestled against his side, their chests touching, his arm around her. She hooked her leg up over his thigh and linked her arms around his neck. She pulled him down to her again and the magic began.

Their kisses were like fire, igniting passion and need inside of them both. He craddled her chin and used his tongue to make love to her mouth. She played with his hair, teasing his ears and rubbing her nose gently against his.

All the heat between them got to be a lot, so he tugged his shirt off. His bare chest, so muscular and tan was now pressed against her shirt. The heat from their skin like they were on fire, making the temperature rise in the room. He pulled her shirt up and over her head, tossing it on the floor. She had on a red silk push up bra between them, the rest of her skin touching his.

She moaned against his lips, sticking her tongue between his parted lips to tangle with his. She ran her hands over his chest, massaging and caressing the muscles he had there. She ran her hands further down to his rock hard abs, she teased him by running her hands down over the trail of hair to the band of his pants. Slipping her fingers underneath it, flittering along his private area.

He slowed down the pace, excusing himself to the bathroom. She could here him flush after a minute or two and head to the kitchen. He grabbed himself a beer and chugged it down. Popping a mint into his mouth, he then went back to her.

By now, she had slipped off the pants she’d been wearing. She revealed a matching pair of panties. He picked her up in his arms, carrying her up the stairs. She giggled and kissed his neck. They made it to the top step and he asked, “Which room? Lead the way!”

She laughed and pointed straight to the end of the hall. His bedroom, the one he shared with her mother. He knew if he was going make her his, he’d have to do it where he’d first made Elaine his too. He couldn’t believe he was about to fuck his daughter and he was still thinking about her mother. He couldn’t believe he had let it go this far. He kept thinking it would just be tried out for the weekend and she’d go home and go back to avoiding the house. He didn’t think anything would become of the weekend.

She pushed the door open when they got there. He lay her on the big fluffy comforter that covered the bed. She pulled him down with her, he landed on top of her. Their skin was touching all over, she was tightening her grip on him. Their kisses were harder, their passion greater.

He kissed down her stomach, trailing the curves of her breasts down to the flatness of her abs. He tickled her belly button with his tongue and made his way to her panties. He kissed all over her all over, the thin fabric silky on her softest parts. She was begging, wanting him inside of her immediately.

He wouldn’t give in though, he still wanted this night to last. Even though this weekend had just begun, he wanted to make it last.

He pulled the panties aside, revealing her soft, bare pussy. His little lady was waxed. “Did you do this for Daddy sweetie?”

She giggled, “Yes Daddy, I wanted you to taste your little girl. I wanted to feel your tongue on my cunt and cum in your mouth!”

He breathed in her scent, knowing he was about to taste his daughter’s juicy cunt made cum dribble from his cock. He had to hold off, he wanted her so badly, but he wanted to make their first time last.

He ran his tongue from her clit to her ass and back. She was squirming already. Her pussy wet and ready for him.

He tugged her panties down to her ankles. When she lay naked before him, he pushed her legs up on his shoulders and dove into her succulent cunt. He teased her and taunted her clit with his tongue. He nibbled and sucked on the tenderness, she groaned and pressed her pussy up against his mouth. He flickered his tongue across her tender nub, exposing himself to her juice. She soaked his face, leaving her taste all over him.

He couldn’t imagine anything better. His face buried in the warmth of her tender, juicy pussy. She lay almost naked beneath him. His only thought was that he couldn’t wait to be inside her.

Before long she’d cum again and again, leaving the bed beneath her soaked of her juices. She sighed and pulled him up to her. She kissed him so deeply and with such passion. The hardness of his cock was about to burst out of his pants.

She rolled them over, she was on top of him now. Stripping the bra off her, she revealed the pink nubs she had on each side. Hard and needing sucked on. He licked her nipples, sucking each one into his mouth. Massaging it with his tongue and then releasing it to tease the other.

She needed him inside her, she begged him to relieve the building orgasm she couldn’t quite get past. He would have done anything for her at that moment.

He stood before her, dropping his pants to the floor. His cock sprung up, almost slapping her cheek. She had knelt on the side of the bed, leaning over to lick the head of his cock. She felt so nice, her warm lips, her sweet mouth, sucking his cock in and out of her mouth.

She got brave, shoving all of it deep into her throat. He almost shot her throat full of cum right there. She cupped his balls, teasing his taint with her fingernails. He could feel her finger just outside his asshole, massaging his prostate. He could feel the cum welling inside him. She tugged at his balls, pressing her finger closer to his asshole. He grabbed her head, pushing her further down on him.

She looked up at him, his dick shoved down her throat. He wished he’d had a camera, a video camera actually. He mentally recorded this moment. He needed, wanted to remember it for the rest of his life. She looked so sweet, so innocent sucking him off. His cock filled her mouth, his balls slapping off her chin. She was gagging, but she refused to give up. Water welled in her eyes, tears streamed down her face. He about splattered cum on her face as she released him.

She turned herself on the bed, spreading her ass wide, showing off her pink cunt. She leaned further over, shoving her ass high into the air for him to have his way with.

He moved closer to the bed, his cock head touching the opening of her pussy. She grinded her ass back against him, but he didn’t enter her yet. He slid against her, his cock rubbing and sliding over her wet cunt. He leaned over, grabbing her breasts in his hands. He teased her, rubbing his head over her swollen clit. Over and over, she was begging him now.

“Please Daddy, fuck me! Fuck me so hard! I want you inside of me, please don’t make me wait any longer Daddy!”

His cock swollen and hard, her pussy wet and tight. He slid his cock into her, first just the head. Then he worked the shaft in, deeper and deeper. Finally he could feel himself banging her insides. He pumped and pumped, she gyrated her hips. Slamming her cunt down on his cock. He gripped her hips, controlling their motions. He didn’t want to waist this moment.

She spread her legs wider, letting him in further. She was stretching and he could feel how tight she really was. She hadn’t been a virgin, but she hadn’t had a cock as big as his before either.

She was moaning, screaming out, “Daddy, yes!! Fuck me, Daddy! I want you to fill me with your cum!”

He slowed his motions, letting his cock slip out of her. She pouted, “What was that? I haven’t cum on your cock yet! Finish fucking me Daddy!”

He pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his hips, tightening her legs around his waist. He pressed her back against the door frame, entering her again. She slid down on his pole, taking him inside of her again. Their lips met and their bodies pulsed together.

She dug her nails into his back, he left sucker bites on her neck and chest. His teeth marks were on her chest and hers were on his shoulders. He lifted her then slid her back down, the friction between them building. She called out, “Daddy, I’m going to explode. I want you to cum with me.”

He was ready for release, she held onto his shoulders. Not wanting to miss a beat, she gripped him tightly, holding his cock inside her. She gripped it with her vaginal muscles.

“Ready baby? Daddy’s going to fill his sexy lover up with his cum!”

He pressed into her another time or two, his moans got louder, “Fuck! Fuck yeah! I’m cumming baby, Daddy’s cumming in you! He’s going to fill your pussy with his cuuuuummmmm!”

She came too, shaking with pleasure. She cried out, “Oh, Yes Daddy! I’m cumming too!”

She quivered and finally rested against his strong body. He kissed her neck then her cheek before finding her lips.

He let go long enough to say, “Daddy’s little sex toy better get some rest. I’ll be ready again in about twenty minutes. I hope you liked fucking Daddy, because you can’t stop me now. I’ll be fucking you as often as I can!”

She smiled and looked into his eyes, “I’m all yours Daddy, you can fuck me anytime, I’ll suck you off when we can’t fuck. It’s our little secret!”

Their little Father/Daughter weekend was just beginning and it was more than they’d either one ever dreamed of!

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