It was the end of summer. Soon, the leaves would begin to turn the color of the setting sun, and people would be indoors at night, sheltered from the brisk winds of late August. One evening, Randall Thomas was driving home from work. He could see the people in his suburb closing their doors and going inside for the night. Randall didn't know his neighbors, as he had moved into this neighborhood just three weeks ago.

He was late. Today was his daughter Emily's eighth birthday and he had promised to be home in time to have a party. It would be a small party, just the two of them. Emily's mother, Victoria, had left them shortly after she was born. She hadn't wanted a child, she hadn't really wanted Randall. It had been one of those holiday affairs that had sprung up over Christmas and died by New Year's Eve. He had been unprepared for the phone call from her three and a half months later, telling him that she was pregnant.

Oh well. It had been for the best. Without Victoria, there would have been no Emily, and that thought was intolerable. Randall was a quiet man, and not particularly outgoing. He never fully faced it, but he knew that without his daughter his life would be gray and dull. Pulling in to his driveway, he parked and turned off the engine. He got the birthday cake from the back seat and went inside.

"Emily," he called as he closed the door behind him, "I'm home."

"Daddy!"

There was a cry from the top of the stairs in the hall, and Emily came running down them. She jumped the last three steps and launched herself at him, hugging him tight around the waist, she buried her face in his abdomen. Taken by surprise, it was all he could do to stay on his feet and not drop the cake.

"Whoa! Hey, hey now.Honey, what is it?"

"Oh daddy!" Muffled sobs. She buried her face deeper into his gut. It would have been a stronger man than Randall to remain immune to the tragedy unfolding in his mid-section. Carefully putting the cake on a side table, he squatted down in front of the only person that had ever really meant anything to him in his entire life. "Honey," he said, "tell daddy what's wrong."

Emily's eyes were normally the most beautiful shade of blue, but as she raised her head to look at him he could see that she had been crying long enough for them to turn red. She said, "Daddy, I hate everybody!"

"What? Why? Honey tell me what's wrong."

She sniffed. "Nobody at school likes me."

Randall was nonplused. He was hardly Mr. Popularity, but that was from being basically quiet and unobtrusive. Although healthy and in good physical condition, his was a face that was easily forgettable. He often wondered what had induced Emily's mother to sleep with him.

Giving advice on how to win friends and influence people, was hardly his forte, but he felt that he owed it to his daughter to give it a try. He sighed and sat down on the floor, drawing his daughter into his lap. "Honey, " he said. "I know that you're new at school and that you don't know anyone there, but you'll make friends with the kids there, they just have to get used to you, that's all."

She looked up at him suspiciously, "Really?"

"Really."

"But it's been three weeks!!"

"I know honey, but it takes time. If you want to have good friendships you have to be patient."

"Okay. Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Who's are your friends?"

This was a curve ball. He did not feel up to being a role model for social interaction. He thought swiftly and bought himself some time. "Who are your friends. Not who's are. Who are."

"Who are your friends, Daddy?"

Got it. "Why, you are honey, you're my best friend in the whole world."

"Really?"

"Yes."

She grinned at him, obviously pleased. "Your best friend in the world?"

"Yes, honey. Best in the whole world."

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too. Now., how about some cake?"

"Yay! Can we have it right now?"

"You should have dinner first. But seeing how late it is, why not."

She jumped up, troubles forgotten, and ran to the kitchen. They had cake.

As he watched her, Randall realized that what he had said was nothing more than the literal truth. She was his best friend in the world. In many ways, she was his only friend. There were the guys at the office, but they didn't really understand him. Not really. Her mother certainly was no friend of his, and he had found that other women had not interested him for a long time. Sure he was attracted to several, but never motivated to pursue it. He had what he called the "Emily test". He would close his eyes and try to picture Emily calling this one or that one "Mom". So far, she hadn't.

He looked at his watch. "Emily,"

"Yes, daddy?"

"It's time for your bath."

"Daaaddy, not yet!"

"Afraid so, honey."

She looked at him, the picture of stubborn defiance. He weathered the storm of her eyes, as unrelenting as a rock. She gave in. Reminding him that it was her birthday and she expected a story after her bath, she marched off. Her back was stiff and her head high, so as to inform any casual onlooker that she hadn't given in, but instead was humoring her poor father who was obviously too old to know any better.

He chuckled to himself, taking care to do it after she left, leaned back in the kitchen chair and began to read the paper. After a while, he realized that he didn't hear the water running. He got up and went to the stairs. "Emily! Honey, are you taking your bath?"

No answer. Frowning, and promising dire threats under his breath he went upstairs. The truth was that Randall could deny his daughter almost nothing, and she knew it. She was just a little bit spoiled. The bathroom door was closed. He knocked on it. "Emily? Are you in there?"

For a moment there was silence, and Randall wondered if she was okay or if he should go in, when she spoke. "Daddy."

"Yes, honey?"

"I'm out of toilet paper"

Randall couldn't help it, it struck him funny. He grinned and held in his laughter. She sounded embarrassed. Relief coloured his voice as he realized that she was both okay and not disobedient. "I'll get you some, okay?"

"Okay."

He went to the hall closet and got a roll, and went back. He spoke through the door again, "Honey, I've got you some toilet paper, I have to come in to give it to you, okay?"

There was silence. He grinned again and then ordered his face. After all, he had given her her bath until a couple of years ago. There wasn't anything there that he hadn't seen before, or cleaned crap off of for that matter. He went in.

She was sitting across the bathroom, on the toilet, facing the door. Her pants were down around her ankles and her shirt was hiked up to her chest. And, for a split second, Randall stopped and looked at her. It had been a couple of years since he had seen her naked. What had been familiar and therefore unremarkable now held his interest in a way it never had before. It came to him that it had been a long time (eight years) since he had been with a woman. For the first time, he regretted it. Suddenly, he realized that his daughter's hairless little pussy looked inviting as she sat on toilet with her legs spread slightly. Her pussy lips pouted at him.

It all flashed through his mind in no time at all, and smoothly, so quickly and casually that she didn't notice where he had looked before, he looked at her face. Unsurprisingly, she was blushing. Her face was turning red and she looked uncomfortable. Without thinking, he spoke to reassure her, "Honey, it's okay. Don't be embarrassed. I'm your dad, I used to change your diapers. It's not like it's a big deal."

This was obviously a different way of looking at things for her. The blush receded. She realized that she had been silly, and grinned. She said, "Okay. I'm sorry, daddy. It's just that it's been awhile since you used to give me a bath. I'm not used to being seen naked anymore."

Randall said, "Well, I hope not. Here you go honey, here's your toilet paper."

He handed her the roll. As he did so, he couldn't help looking down at her, past her outstretched hand to her little open cunt. He turned to go.

"Daddy?"

Randall stopped, checked in mid-step. "What, honey?"

"Would you give me my bath tonight? Please?"

He turned back to her, her pussy. He said, "I don't know if that's such a good idea, you're big enough to clean yourself."

She had already begun to wipe her bottom with the toilet paper. She gave him a look that almost always got her what she wanted, and said "C'mon daddy, please?"

He sighed, "Why?"

"Because, it would be like it was before we moved. I'm lonely and I don't want you to leave just yet. Besides, I don't want to take a bath. If you don't give me one, I won't take it."

He tried to give her a stern look in return, but he couldn't do it. Her open pussy completely distracted him. After all, what could it hurt? He would be more likely to hurt her feelings and cause an uproar if he said no.

"Okay, honey. I'll stay."

"Goody!"

She continued to tear off toilet paper and wipe her bottom. He stopped himself from looking at her, and turned on the water in the bathtub. He looked back.

Her hand tore off the toilet paper, and went behind her back. She leaned forward, looking at him. Then as she wiped herself, she leaned back, thrusting her smooth open pussy at him. He could see her clitoris, a few drops of piss on her vulva, and the pink mouth of her vagina. He was hypnotized by it, the rhythm of it. Forward, wipe, thrust. He couldn't look away.

"Daddy!"

"What?"

"You're staring at me."

He mentally shook himself, and looked at her face. "I'm sorry, honey. I was thinking about something."

"About what?"

"Oh, different stuff. You know, you're getting to be a pretty big girl."

She looked pleased. "I know. I'm one of the tallest girls in my class."

"Really? That's nice."

She got a final piece of paper and wiped the piss off of her open pussy and got off the toilet. She flushed it and grinned at him. "Help me get undressed daddy," she said.

He looked at her for a brief moment. "No, you can do that yourself."

"Daddy, c'mon!"

"No."

She pouted, and quickly pulled her shirt up over her head. Her little girl chest was flat, the nipples were a light pink color. Then she kicked off her tennis shoes and stepped out of her shorts and panties. She sat back down on the toilet and took off her socks. This meant that she had to raise first one leg, then the other. Both times Randall watched her sweet little pussy open and close. He didn't really know why he was watching his daughter's innocent sex show, but he knew that she would not really understand it if he left. After what had obviously been a tough day of rejection at school, he didn't feel he could add to it. And so he was trapped, tormented by the fact that the stimulation of seeing his little girl naked had caused him to have an erection so hard that it was painful, and by the fact that if he left then she would never forgive him. He thought that he should go anyway, but he knew he didn't want to and he knew that he would stay.

She got in the tub and sat down. She shivered involuntarily and gave a quick little sigh. "Mmmh, feels good daddy. Let me play first, okay?"

He just nodded. He felt in that moment that he could deny her nothing. His love for her as a father had suddenly become augmented a tide of lust completely foreign to him. He loved her, she was his daughter. He sat down on the toilet seat and watched her play innocently, unaware of the feelings inside him. She didn't know what lust was. She didn't know that he had an erection, just looking at her. Hell, she didn't even know what an erection was. She just sat naked in the bathtub, playing with her bath toys.

Absorbed in her bath, for the first time she ignored him. He gazed at her knowing, that he was safe, that she would not notice him staring at her. She moved her toys all over the tub, talking to them and carrying on conversations with them. Her little body flashed in water as she moved around in the bathtub, now sitting, now on her hands and knees, standing to get the soap, lying on her back to wet her hair. He watched her.

He knew that what he felt was enough to have himself thrown in prison. He knew that until an hour ago, he would have been one of the ones to do the throwing. Watching his daughter, gripped with lust that he barely understood himself, he wondered when it would be that she would understand sex. He wondered if he would have to teach her. It was something he had avoided, being basically uncomfortable with the idea of even discussing sex with his daughter. It would have been easier if she had had a mother who had been there.

Finally, she got tired of playing. "Daddy, wash me."

Huh? For a minute he sat there. He had assumed that she would bathe herself, but she had decided to have him do it. He wanted to, but. To hell with it, he would bathe her, and he would just act as if it was perfectly normal, as if everything had been like it was a few years ago, when washing her had been a chore to get through, rather than an illicit fantasy. "Okay."

He soaped up a washcloth and stood her up in the bath. Getting down on his knees he turned her around and washed her back. He started at her neck and scrubbed down her body, over her bottom, and down her legs and back up again. He avoided getting within even six inches of her pussy. Turning her to face him, he washed her face and her front, still avoiding her genitals. Then he rinsed her. He had shampooed and rinsed her hair and was standing up to leave, when she stopped him. "Daddy, wait."

"What is it?"

"You didn't wash my bottom, you always say to make sure that my bottom is clean."

Irresolute, he fought himself. "Honey, you can wash your bottom yourself."

"But, daddy..You said that you were going to wash me."

It was too much. If he did it and left, it would be over and he could go on like it had never happened. He would never bathe her again, he could always make up some excuse. "Fine, bend over."

She stood and bent over, her little bottom pointing up in the air. She had spread her legs just a little wider than normal. He could see her anus, puckered and coloured a pinkish tan color. Her pussy lips started just below it and they gaped slightly. Swallowing, he soaped the washcloth again and reached between her legs. He started just above her clitoris and wiped the soapy cloth across her pussy to her anus. He rinsed the cloth out. He began to repeat his previous motion, but in his haste he had not covered his hand entirely with the cloth and he felt his fingertip brush her clitoris and run between the folds of her hairless pussy lips. Hastily, he dropped the cloth and stood up.

"Daddy!"

Guilty as charged Mr. Thomas, take him away bailiff. It'll be a long time before he gets out. "Yes, honey?"

"You didn't do it right."

"What?"

"I figured out a better way to wash my bottom all by myself. It's a lot more fun than the way you do it."

Weakly, he sat down on the toilet seat. He didn't believe his ears. Surely she wasn't talking about.. No, she couldn't be. But if not, then what was she saying? To his amazement, he heard his own voice speaking in a calm manner. "Honey, how do you wash your bottom?"

She said, "Well, first of all, I don't use a washcloth, 'cause it's too rough. I just put a lot of soap on my hands," fitting word to deed, "and then I wash until it feels clean."

She spread her legs and began to rub her soapy, slippery hand over her pussy. She said, "I just wash it really good until it gets real clean."

Randall sat on the toilet in the bathroom of his house, and watched his daughter masturbate. Again as if from far away, he heard his voice say, calmly, "How do you know when it's clean?"

"It tingles, an' it feels real good."

So saying, Emily rubbed her bald little pussy faster and faster. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Randall was frozen, as he watched his eight year old (that day) little girl frig herself into orgasm before his eyes. As he sat there, he realized that he had only himself to blame. If he had educated her about sex sooner he wouldn't be in this mess. Then he wondered if he really wanted to be out of it.

After she came, she slowed her hand, then stopped and opened her eyes. She grinned at him, "See daddy, it's a lot better that way. Next time you give me a bath, I want you to wash my bottom like that."

For a minute Randall didn't know what to say or do. Finally, he stood and smiled at her, "Honey, daddy has to go take his shower now. After you get out and get into your nightgown, come knock on my door. I want to talk to you before you go to bed."

"Okay, daddy."

Randall kissed her briefly on top of her wet head and left. He went to the master bedroom where he slept, and closed the door. Moving somewhat in a daze, he undressed and tried to order his thoughts. He looked down at himself. Still hard as a rock. He'd take a leaf out of his daughter's book, and get rid of that erection before he saw his little girl again. Then maybe he could think clearly. He went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He got out a tube of KY jelly and laid it on the counter. He was better prepared to jerk off than she was. After all, he had been masturbating for the last eight years. He put some KY jelly in his hands and began to stroke and pull his penis, seeking some kind of release from the vision of Emily's hand furiously rubbing her seductive little snatch. Randall came quickly, spurting cum on the wall. Cursing, he cleaned up with a washcloth and got in the shower. It took him less than five minutes to wash from head to foot and he got out.

What to do. Any minute there would be a knock on his bedroom door and the sweetest little girl in the world would be waiting to talk to him about sex. He didn't even know where to begin.

There was a knock at the door. Quickly, he put on a bathrobe. "Come in."

She came in and sat on the bed next to him. "What do you want to talk to me about, daddy?"

He looked at her. She was wearing one of his oversized old t-shirts, her "nightgown". "Well honey, I need to talk to you about sex."

"What about it?"

The calm response shook him. She acted as though they discussed sex every day. He equivocated and bought time to recover his composure, "Well, what do you know about it?"

"Sex is how babies are made. A boy plants a seed inside a girl and she gets pregnant. Then she has a baby."

He looked at her. "Do you know how the boy plants his seed?"

"Sure. They go to the doctor."

"Well honey, that's almost right. But they don't go to the doctor to plant the seed. They do that by themselves. They go to the doctor to see if the girl is pregnant."

"Oh.. So how does the boy plant his seed?"

Randall swallowed hard. This was it. "The boy puts his penis inside the girl's vagina and the seed comes out of the boy's penis and stays in the girl."

"Oh.. Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Where's my vagina?"

If he hadn't seen so much of it already. Randall probably would have simply described it to her. But as it was, he couldn't resist the opportunity to look at it one last time. Telling himself that it was strictly for her benefit he said, "Take off your nightgown and I'll show you."

Emily pulled his old shirt over her head. She was naked underneath it. He was dimly conscious of a mounting excitement in the back of his mind. (And between his legs). "Okay honey, spread your legs."

She leaned back on her elbows and opened her legs as wide as she could. "Like this?"

He caught his breath at the sight of her hairless little pussy opened up for him. He wanted to touch it, lick it, taste it.. Hell, he wanted to fuck it. "Yes honey, like that." He paused and put his finger inside her just the tiniest amount. "This is your vagina. When you want to have a baby, you will have to get a boy to put his penis in here."

Emily watched her father. She liked the feel of his finger in her vagina, and she wished that he would wash her bottom for her even though she had already cleaned it. She did have one question though. "What's a penis?"

He jumped slightly, and took his finger out of her vagina. "A penis is what the boys use to plant the seed."

"I know that, silly daddy. What does it look like?"

Randall got up and took off his bathrobe. His erection throbbed. He lay down next to his daughter. He said, "That's a penis. If you want to touch it you can."

Emily had never seen anything that looked so big in her life.

"That goes in the vagina?"

"Yes honey, it does. When you're grown it will fit."

"Does sex hurt?"

"A little the first time, but soon sex feels good. Do you remember the tingling feeling you got when you washed your bottom tonight?"

Did she! She washed her bottom carefully every night, so that it would feel good. "Uh-huh."

"That feeling is an orgasm. When you have sex it feels like that."

This put a different light on things. "Do boys feel like that too?"

"Yes, they do."

Encouraged by the fact that sex was probably not harmful, she got curious. Reaching out and grabbing her father's penis she asked, "Why did I have an orgasm if I didn't have sex?"

Randall was totally beside himself now. He said, "What you did in the bath is a kind of sex. It's called masturbation. A girl rubs her clitoris," touching it, "and a boy rubs his penis until he or she has an orgasm."

"You can do it too?"

"Yes honey, in fact," said Randall throwing caution to the winds.

"I did it in my shower, too."

"Really?.. I want to rub your penis daddy? I want to see if you feel the way I do."

Randall realized in that moment that he was doomed. He was about to have sexual contact with his child and for the first time he knew he wanted it regardless of risk. But.. What if Emily grew up and hated him later for what he had done to her? "Emily, honey, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it, daddy?"

"Honey, daddys and little girls aren't supposed to have any kind of sex, not even masturbation. They're not even supposed to look at and touch each other like we're doing now."

"But you're my daddy. It has to be okay, you said so."

"What do you mean?"

"You said that you used to change my diapers, and that it was okay for you to see me naked."

Randall sighed. "Honey listen, I want to do this with you. I think it would be okay, but nobody else will. I love you, I'm not going to let you do anything that would hurt you. If I let you rub my penis, you won't like me very much when you get older. Put your nightgown back on, it's time for bed."

"No!. Daddy, I love you. I want to rub your penis. I want to make you feel good and have an orgasm like me."

Randall stood up and put on his robe. "No," he said.

And that was that.

Emily put on her father's old shirt and went to bed, but Randall could tell that she was very unhappy about it. He sighed, and cursed himself silently for being so weak. If he had only had the resolve to say no in the beginning.. Oh, well. It couldn't be helped; what was done was done. He turned out his light and got in bed.

Laying in bed, as he drifted off to sleep, Randall realized that the thing that had thrown him off balance was the sudden inexplicable attraction he had felt for his little girl. It had kept him from making the decisions he knew that he should make. Even now, his firm resolve had done him little good. His mind returned again and again to the sight of his daughter naked in the tub, his finger in her creamy smooth slit, the beads of piss on her vulva.. It was more than he could bear. Groaning, he tried desperately to sleep.

Emily lay in bed wide awake. She was a confused little girl. She loved her daddy very much, and she knew that he loved her. She didn't really understand why the way she washed her bottom was wrong but she was afraid that it was. If it upset Daddy and made him uncomfortable then there had to be something wrong with it. The problem was, daddy had wanted her to rub his penis too, she knew he did. So, why couldn't she? Emily thought hard. It must be that daddy thought she would change her mind or not like it later on. "Okay," she thought. "I won't change my mind. Even if I don't like it as much as I think I would, I'll still do it."

She decided to tell her father in the morning, and rolled over to go to sleep. Five minutes later, she was still awake. Emily sat up in bed. It had been a long time since she had slept with her daddy, but tonight she really wanted to. She wanted him to know that everything was okay, even more she wanted to reassure herself too. Getting out of bed, she walked across the hall to her father's room. Silently pushing open the door, she went in. Randall had just fallen asleep a few minutes before Emily entered his room. He was breathing deeply and Emily didn't want to wake him. Carefully, she got into the bed next to him.

Randall was dreaming. He held his daughter in tub and washed her bottom. Back and forth his fingers went, from the little button of her clitoris to the puckered mouth of her anus. As he frigged her little pussy his fingers would slip inside her vagina, first one then another. Randall opened his eyes. It was dark and he was in bed not in the bathroom, but there was no question that he was masturbating Emily. His old shirt had hiked up to her armpits, and she thrusting and pushing her moist little pussy onto his fingers. Randall wondered briefly if he should stop, and paused to collect his wits.

"Daddy, no! Don't stop!"

To hell with it. "Honey, take your nightgown off."

Emily removed her "nightgown", and in the moonlight from the window, he could see her smile. Without another word, Randall rolled her onto her back and spread her legs. He bent his head and took her little clitoris between his lips and tongue and sucked it. Briefly, he let his tongue dart in to taste her. Emily had never felt anything like this before. Her daddy was kissing her vagina and it FELT GOOD. She moaned and thrust her little bottom at him. "Oh, daddy.Daddy I love you.Ohhh!"

Randall had thrust his tongue deep into her vagina, now he withdrew it and continued licking down towards her anus. Lightly he flicked with his tongue, tickling it and making her laugh. It was clean, he had washed it himself and it tasted of a musty, nutty flavor. He licked it thoroughly and moved back up to her tight pussy. Randall set himself to the task of making his daughter come in earnest. He sucked her clitoris and thrust his tongue deep inside her. She moaned and kicked her legs in excitement. Finally, Randall felt her come.

Her little body tightened up and every muscle went taut in her thighs.

"Ohhhh!..Aahhhh!...Unhh Daddy..Daddy!!"

Finally she was quiet, her energy spent. Randall moved up beside his daughter and gathered her into his arms. It was a quiet night, a full moon. Randall held his little girl in silence for what seemed like a very long time. He felt her move against him and looked down at her. She stared back up at him. When she spoke she sounded almost adult. "Daddy, don't worry. I liked it a lot and I love you. I'm not mad at you."

Randall had long ago given up being surprised. This night would change their lives forever, he knew. At this point he had nothing to lose. "Honey," he said.

"Yes, daddy?"

"I want you to do that for me now, okay?"

"Okay, daddy."

Randall guided his daughter's mouth to his erect penis and explained what she was supposed to do.

Emily had never tried to put anything that big in her mouth before. It was, she decided, a lot like eating a hot dog in a bun. A giggle escaped the corner of her mouth, past her daddy's big penis. She began to suck it. At first, she was awkward, and she had to stop herself from gagging as she tried to swallow her father's dick. Soon, she began move her head and mouth smoothly, sucking and slurping until Randall wanted to scream in ecstasy. He put his hand on her blond hair and stroked her cheek as she gave him the best blow job of his life. While she sucked his dick, Emily used her hands to alternately stroke his testicles and masturbate.

All of a sudden Emily's father became stiff and her mouth was filled with a salty liquid. He hadn't told her that it would happen, but she figured that it was his "seed". Since the only alternative would have been to stop sucking and she had already decided not to, she swallowed it.

After a minute, Randall moved. "Emily, honey, you can stop now."

She took his penis out of her mouth and watched as it shrank to a flaccid shadow of it's former size. She laughed, "It's little!"

"Yes honey, it does that after I come."

"Did I make you come, daddy?"

"Yes honey, you did."

She jumped on top of him and looked him in the face. She asked him, "Do you love me, daddy?"

"Honey, I love you more than life itself."

"Good!"

She kissed him on the lips, a quick little girl smack, mouth closed.

Randall took her face between his hands and kissed her back, opening her mouth with his tongue. She had never been kissed like that, and he took her by surprise for a moment. Then her mouth opened to his, and her little tongue flicked against his. He could taste his cum on her lips, and in her breath. Randall discovered that he was getting hard again. He took a deep breath. He knew that there was no going back. He found that he no longer wanted to. In fact he felt positively greedy, he wanted to possess his daughter totally before this wild night ran it's course. "Honey?"

"Yes, daddy?"

"Honey, I want to have sex with you. Do you remember what I told you about boys and girls having sex?"

"Buut, daddy. Your penis is too big!"

"I know it's big, honey, but your vagina will stretch to make it fit. Besides, I have some stuff in my bathroom that will make it slippery."

"Okay daddy, but if it hurts you have to take it out."

Randall got up and went to get the KY jelly. His heart was pounding, his excitement was so intense that he could barely keep control of himself. He came back the bed. Laying down on it, he rubbed KY jelly on his penis and Emily's tight little pussy. He squirted some inside her for good measure. "Okay honey, now I'm going to lay here. Put your vagina on top of my penis.

Good. Now, sit down on it. Slowly. Come on honey, just a little more."

"I can't daddy, it hurts!"

Randall looked his daughter in the eye. He shifted back slightly so that he was propped up by the pillows on the bed. His daughter was straddling him, the tip of his penis barely inside her. She was struggling not to cry. "Okay honey, it's okay. You're doing very good. Now, daddy's going to hold you up, okay? Just relax. We'll get it in, it's just going to take a little while."

He held her at the hips and began to rock her back and forth and from side to side. Slowly, his penis began to slip inside her. She was so light! "How does it feel, honey?"

She bit her lip. "It hurts." Bravely. "But it's not as bad."

"Good girl."

The head of Randall's penis had disappeared all of the way into her. He sat up further and leaned forward. He wrapped her legs around him.

He held her in his arms and continued to rock her further down on his penis. She tucked her face into his bare chest and he felt the quiet tears of pain begin to run down his skin. For a minute he felt profoundly guilty. And then he realized something, although it hurt her and she was crying, she was not complaining. She seemed to want it as much and maybe (if such a thing were possible) even more than he did.

So he held his daughter, and rocked her, and kissed her tear-stained face gently as she lost her virginity. Finally, he was buried in her completely. Her little pussy had been stretched tremendously by his penis. He knew that she would not have the knowledge or the strength to finish it, so he carefully lifted and turned her laying her on her back with himself on top. He did this without disengaging, and then he pulled out just slightly and pushed back in.

Emily began to cry in a low sobbing tone. She seemed to have used up most of her tears, and was relatively dry-eyed, though the tracks of them still stained her cheeks. Randall noticed that sky outside had begun lighten, dawn was coming. He pulled halfway out and slowly pushed back in. Emily screamed, and Randall stopped abruptly. "Honey! Are you all right?"

"I'm sorry, daddy. It hurts too much."

"I'll stop."

"No!! Don't stop, daddy. I want you to come in me. I'll be okay, really. I know you don't want to hurt me."

"But, honey you said I should take it out if it hurt too much."

"I know daddy, but it already hurts too much. Just be careful."

Randall was overwhelmed by the love he felt for his daughter. He realized that there was no one who was more important to him in the world, and that there never would be. As long as Emily needed him, he would be there for her. He began to move in and out of her at a more normal pace. It hurt her terribly, he could tell. But she had only screamed twice more, when Randall knew that he was about to come.

He came in a rush. The hot semen spilled out him as if an internal dam had burst. He kept moving through his orgasm and finally stopped. Still he did not pull out of his daughter. He lay on his side facing her, his penis still inserted to its fullest extent. Gradually it began to shrink, and he held his daughter and together they watched his dick shrivel up and retract from her assaulted vagina.

Dawn had come by then, and in the first light of the morning, Randall could see the blood and cum that covered the insides of his daughter's thighs. She had stopped crying, and lay still, looking numbly out into space. He wondered if she had been traumatized by the experience. After a while she looked at him and said, "Daddy, it gets better right?"

Randall felt lower than dirt. "Yes, honey."

"I mean the next time it'll feel like when you kissed my vagina, right?"

"It can feel as good."

There was another brief moment of silence, during which Randall realized that there was no way his daughter could go to school that morning. Suddenly, Emily turned to him.

"I love you, daddy."

She kissed him, opening his mouth with her tongue.