My
daughter Lucy went far away for college, and the first time she made it
home that fall of her freshman year was for Thanksgiving.
"Hey,
Dad," she said in a spare moment during the dinner preparation. "I've
been emailing you about my creative writing seminar, right?"
"Yeah, sounds like you've got a really good teacher."
"Professor
Jones is great. There's an assignment to pick something really
different to write about -- something challenging. I wondered if you'd
take a look at it and see what you think."
"Sure, happy to."
"I'll email it to you, OK?"
Later
that evening after the family gathering had broken up, I got some time
and opened up my daughter's story on the desktop in my study. My eyes
bugged out as I started reading.
"Grace?
Where are you Grace? You're not hiding, are you? You know it's time,
you can't hide from me... Fine, I'll track you down."
My cock
was firming up in my pants thinking of my luscious little daughter. I
had already done some naughty things with her. I had put my hands all
over her body: hair, neck, cheeks, arms, hands, and toes. But also her
tummy, chest, lips, butt and a little pressing up between her legs --
though I hadn't taken any of her clothing off yet. I had gotten her to
jerk me off. But this afternoon it was all going to come together.
There
weren't that many places to hide in our house. She wasn't in her own
closet, but she was under some clothes in the spare room closet. Her
precious little bare foot was in plain view. It was such a beautiful
foot, and it was connected to a beautiful girl body. I wanted to touch
that body in all different ways, inside and out.
I grabbed it and pulled her out. "You bad, bad girl! You knew you were supposed to be ready and waiting for me when I got home!"
"No, daddy..." she whimpered.
As
I pulled her out feet first and the girl emerged from the pile of
clothing, her light blue dress bunched up, revealing her perfect little
legs leading right up to her white cotton panties. I stood her up
roughly, and she anxiously pulled her dress down to cover herself again.
Her shoulder-length golden hair was mussed a little. Her big blue eyes were moist and accusing, her mouth turned down in a pout.
"You naughty, naughty girl!" I scolded, and gave her a few whacks on her rear end through that lovely dress.
"Ouch!" Then, "I'm sorry," in a whisper.
I
then grabbed her hand and half-dragged her to the master bedroom, where
the covers were pulled back. A sea of virgin white sheet was available
for our explorations.
I shed my clothing quickly, and my half-hard cock came into view.
"I could rub your thingie again. Would you like that?" she said, glancing up at me, trying to weasel her way out of her fate.
It
had felt wonderful to have Grace rubbing my thingie. She wasn't half
bad at it, and I had shot ropes of sperm onto two of her other dresses.
But sperm doesn't belong on dresses.
"No, the time for that is over. I need to touch your body, skin to skin."
I knelt as she stood before me, then reached up under her dress with both hands and pulled her panties down roughly.
"Daddy, it's private!" she whined.
"I've
touched you with clothes on, but now it's time to do away with clothes.
Things are only private until you share them, and today you're sharing
them with your daddy, do you understand?"
"Yes, daddy," she said meekly, miserably.
I nudged her towards the bed and she sat down on it.
"Go on, on your back," I said.
She sighed and lay on her back on the center of the bed, but she had her legs tightly closed and her dress smoothed down.
I lay beside her and unbuttoned the front of her dress.
"No, daddy," she whispered. "Not my chest! It's... a girl's private thing."
"And precious it is," I said. "Thanks for sharing it with me," I said with a small smile.
I slid my right hand in to glide over the skin of her left nipple, the place her left breast would grow some day soon.
She pouted.
"That feels wonderful, Grace, your body is so smooth and delicious and young."
"Isn't it too young and ... tender ... for you to play with it like this?"
"No,"
I said with a lusty grin. "No, not at all! Let's feel that other one.
Mmmm, there's where your other booby will grow, very smooth and nice."
I removed my hand and caressed her pouting face. "Such a beautiful face..."
"You could look at my face... and kiss me? Just let me be private down below?" she said, gulping. "Please?"
"No!
The kissing's wonderful, but it's time for me to touch the rest of you
too. Say, why don't you like me to go there? Do you know what I'm going
to do?"
"No, it's just a feeling I have. I don't want it!" she said, holding back tears.
I
got back up on my knees below her. I forced my hands between her lovely
thighs just above her knees and tugged them apart eagerly. She resisted
to a point, but no further. She knew she couldn't win. I knelt in the
space that opened up between them.
As I slid her dress up, she
tried to hold it in place with her hands, saying "No, daddy! Don't go
up there, you're not supposed to look at your daughter up there!"
"Look? Looking will be just the beginning!"
I
pulled her dress up just above her hips. I reached her belly under her
dress for a moment to sample the tender, smooth warmth of her stomach
-- all mine if I wanted, but that wasn't my focus. Girls have things
between their legs that boys don't have. She knew that, but not much
more. I knew that was the part of her I wanted, and exactly how.
I
looked at her sweet little labia, puffy innocent lips which parted to
reveal the folds and flaps that define femininity even in a little girl.
I started lowering myself into position to get my big boy part right at her girl parts.
"What
are you doing, daddy?" she asked in distress. "Why are you putting your
thingie there between my legs? Are you going to touch me with it?"
"Yes, dear, it's going to touch you," I said sweetly, rubbing the copious pre-cum around my glans, making it glisten.
"Eewwww!"
I
moved in for the taking. My cock pressed against her tender little
opening. I loved seeing my huge man cock about to violate my little
girl's innocent privates. She didn't know what was coming.
I pressed my tip against her cute little lips, poking back and forth gently.
"That feels nice!" I said, pressing naughty flesh to naughty flesh -- a warm bump, bump, bump.
"Daddy, you're being naughty, you know," she said sternly.
"Yes, Grace, I'm naughty," I said, caring not the least for any rules or conventions in the world.
She heard my excitement and made a connection. "Are you going to... you know, shoot the stuff out onto my little privates?"
"Something like that."
"No! Ewwww!"
I pressed hard. I knew exactly where her opening was. She didn't, but she'd soon find out.
Then
I pressed, and she said, "You're pressing too hard! I ... I don't know
what's there but I know it's delicate and dainty and you could hurt it!"
My cock began stretching her lips seriously.
"You're pushing my parts around!" she said.
"Yes, oh yes I am!" I said with glee.
Then my cock lodged lightly in her opening, the female place that's meant for cocks.
She
had a sharp intake of breath. "Daddy!" she shouted. "It isn't right! My
body's got a hole somehow! You're pushing inside me!"
"Yes, baby, I knew about that hole, and it's where I've been headed all along. It's called your cunt."
"That's what that word means!" she whispered, a little excitement showing through her distress in spite of herself.
There was no virginity problem, though. It was tight, but my cock slid in smoothly and slowly, deeper and deeper.
"It can't be right, daddy! It's dangerous to stick your thingie in me!"
"Oh,
it's very right," I said. "Your body can take my whole 'thingie'." I
proved it by squelching in further and further, a little at a time.
"You're
worse than in my panties!" she said. "You're right into my girl body!
You're filling up my insides! That's super-duper private!"
"Yes! Isn't it wonderful!"
"No! You get that gross thingie out of me this minute!"
I
slowly started my in and out motion, looking at my daughter's beautiful
tear-stained face. As I reached full-depth violation each time, my mat
of hair bumped against her smooth little pussy lips.
"Now I'm going to fuck you," I said softly, picking up the pace.
"This is what 'fucking' is?" she asked, incredulous.
Each
stabbing thrust drove me in to the very hilt, and there was a little
extra energy left over to nudge my girl up a little on the bed. Her
delicate arms and hands lay out to the side, innocence subjected to her
daddy's will. And my will was to ream into her pussy with my pulsing
prong.
I thought about proper behavior in life compared to her
present situation. She was a big enough girl to know to keep her knees
together when she had a dress on so no one could see up underneath, to
always wear panties to hide her private parts, and to tell a grown-up
if anyone touched her anywhere. She knew to be very alarmed if a man
even touched her thigh. But I had trampled all of that. I had insisted
on looking up under her dress, pulled her panties down, and rubbed her
thighs, and had pushed the dress out of the way rudely. I had pinned
her on her back with her legs apart and done just what all those things
were meant to prevent, those useless things. Those innocent girly lips
-- 'huh, what?' they lied sweetly -- hid nothing from me. And I taught
her in a very direct way that she had a vagina as I invaded it. I
pressed past her lips to seize the prize within, to bury myself in my
girl's pussy, her baby hole. Right up between her legs, centered, down
low, I probed up into her lower innards.
My bulging, dripping
cock had found a female, found her cunt, and stormed in. I needed to
make a baby in there, and my balls were already churning, getting ready
to vomit their sinisterly potent and slippery father cum where the
babies grow. My sweet girl was a little young to bear my baby quite
yet, but that made no matter. My cock would rip in every millimeter it
could and shove every slithery inch of girlcunt aside. It would let her
sexy pussy, body and soul know it had been fucked, possessed, and
violated by a cock that was shouting that she would grow his baby at
once within her, without delay! Death to any other male who tried to
get within a hundred yards of her! The huge prong of flesh surging into
her innards filled half the volume of her pelvis, pressing her innards
around so every organ in her sweet body would know she had been fucked
down below, where females get fucked. Her role was to submit, let the
stallion and his cock work their slimy deeds in her, and be mated
against her own will.
But she also had her little pleasure clit
and the nerves all around, and my rude invasion stimulated them. She
might hate being raped, but those nerves recognized the fundamental
rightness of the act, and her resolve would be undermined by the
pleasure that told her that all was well, that the raping fucking giant
cock was just what she needed.
"Why... why does it feel good?" she asked.
"Oh," I said, slowing myself down to a smooth even fuck up her glorious hole.
"Let
me tell you about the birds and the bees," I said. "It's time we had
that talk," I continued, grinning at myself as I considered that I was
giving her a convincing demo.
"You know babies grow in mommies' tummies? And are started by a little bit of the daddy?"
"Yeah," she said, her face prettily jiggling as my thrusts poked her deep.
"My
goopy cum is the part that would make a baby, and the way it gets into
a mommy is just like this. I get really happy and shoot it out up high.
It has millions of little cells that go wriggling up looking for an
egg."
"You'd spurt the stuff inside her body?" she asked, incredulous.
"Yup!"
"But you're not going to do that with me, right? That's gross. You won't, will you?"
"Not
yet, anyway," I said diplomatically, though I knew this session was
going to end with large gobs of my stuff swimming around her innards.
"So now we get to why you start feeling good."
"Yeah?"
My cock was relaying amazing pleasure from each lazy in and out stroke.
"Do mommies like to have babies?"
"Yeah..."
"So if they have to let a man do what I'm doing to have a baby, they'd want him to do it, right?"
"They might just... grit their teeth and put up with it, just so they can have a baby."
I
laughed. "I guess they could, yes. But big girls like it when a guy
does this. And to make them like it even more, nature makes it so it
feels really good to them too."
"Ewwww, this is so gross!" she
exclaimed as my penis bathed in her hot, wet vagina, which was
squeezing me tightly, cooperatively.
"So just like a big girl,
your body says, 'Oooo, that feels really, really good! I hope he keeps
doing it until he spurts his stuff out!'"
"I don't feel that way at all! I don't want you going to the bathroom in me! Ewww!"
"But it does feel good down there, right? Really, really good."
She gulped. "No, daddy," she puffed. "You should pull that thingie out of me and leave my girl parts alone!"
"Feel those warm waves of pleasure? Feel how good they are? How exciting?"
"No... no, daddy, it's not like that."
"You're getting more excited, I can tell. You're going to have an orgasm, where it feels really good."
"No, daddy, I'm... I'm not feeling ... good," she said, her face slack.
"Yes,
you are! You're going to come, which means you get one of those happy
shuddery feelings like I get when I shoot the goop out!"
"No!"
"Yes
you are. In fact, I can tell you're getting close. Your girly body
thinks it's great for my big penis to be shoving in and out. Every time
I go in and out it feels a little better, right? ..."
"No..." she said without conviction.
"Yes, you're getting close," I said. "It's so nice to see you happy."
"No, daddy..." she moaned. The seconds went by, my motion gently tugging on her sexy clit nerves.
"C'mon, sweetie, let it happen. Let yourself feel good..."
"No,
daddy, never!" she said, eyes closed, panting. "Oh, daddy, it's
strange," she said, surprised by this secret her body was revealing to
her.
"Let it go, and think how good it feels," I said.
"Daddy, oh daddy, oh, oh, oh, oh no, daddy, oh ... oh ... AAAHHHHH!" she squeaked.
I kept pressing in with even, steady strokes, felt her faint twitches, and waited for her to come to her senses.
She opened her eyes, smiling dreamily off into the distance.
"And now," I said with a lusty smile, "I'm going to spurt my stuff out right up inside your little body!"
Recovered from her own ecstasy she remembered how much she hated that idea.
"Not up there! No, daddy! If you have to shoot it out, do it on my stomach!"
"Oh, no, baby girl. Up your cunt. That's where it goes, and where I'm bound to put it!"
"Don't let any of that nasty goop out, daddy! I don't want it up in me!" she said, squirming beneath me without effect.
"That's exactly where it's going, I'm going to belch the goop out deep up your girly cunt. You're mine!"
"Stop!
Take your thingie out! You wanna ... wanna shoot it in my mouth?" she
asked in a desperate attempt at escape. I had suggested sticking it in
her mouth the other day, but she had refused.
"Lovely idea, Grace. But I want to shoot it right up your hot girly pussy wussy."
I
could see her eyes working. "Daddy, think about how naughty you're
being! You're between my legs, up my skirt, inside my panties, and
filling my private girly hole with your big man thingie. Don't leak any
of the goopy stuff into me TOO!"
I was pumping with unbridled
lust. I panted, "It's not going to leak, baby, it's going to shoot...
Feel my thing getting bigger, Grace? That means I'm getting close! It
feels so good!"
"No, take it out, take it out!" she moaned... "Daddy, I'm feeling good again, and I don't want to!"
I
panted, "You're happy because ... what your body wants more than
anything is ... to get that big wad of sticky stuff up inside."
"But I don't!" she wailed.
"Yes you do -- deep inside. And I want to give it to you, very much, and my balls are about to splat you full of it!"
"I'm
a sweet and pure girl, and my girly hole is even sweeter and purer, and
you shouldn't shoot your nasty yucky stuff up in it!"
"Oh, yes I should. Here it comes, Grace, I'm almost there!"
"No, daddy," she moaned, sexual pleasure drenching her once more.
My
prong was in and out of her girl puss, pistoning wildly, deeper and
harder all the time, tip broadening in preparation for release. Her
body was laid out beneath me, helpless, at my mercy, prisoner to my
will. I saw my prong disappearing right up between my daughter's legs,
right into her girl puss, seven inches into the very center of her
young girlhood. The pleasure was overwhelming. And I could see the
little girl building towards her second orgasm.
"Yes, Grace, yes, yes!" I whispered.
"No, daddy, no," she pleaded.
"Oh yes, it's fantastic, girl, oh it's so great!"
My
will was to surge her pussy full of my roiling sperm. I reached that
point when all systems were go. My body worked its lusty magic to make
the slimy white stuff, just in time to deliver it.
"It's on its way! Can't stop it!" I sighed urgently.
"Nnnnooooo," she moaned, pleasure about to explode in her brain.
"Ooohhh, ahhhh, Grace! Ohhh, ahh, here... comes ... the ... "
"No!"
"GOOP! Aahhh! Ooooh! Oooo!"
I
gave a great huge groan -- and she screamed again with pleasure. And I
did just what she had pleaded with me not to do, I spurted a pulse of
sticky, potent sperm up into her little cunt. Yes, cunt. Her girly
cunt. My wildly thrusting cock tip spurted another one. Then a third. A
fourth gob dribbled out.
Totally satisfied, I slid out and flopped on my back beside her.
Down from her orgasm, her resistance flared again. "You're an awful, mean, bad daddy!" And she gave a couple little sobs.
"You're feeling bad, sweetie? I'm sorry..." I wasn't sorry I'd fucked her, though I was hoping she'd get used to it quickly.
She sniffled.
"Why don't you do what you usually do when you're sad. Find the person you like to go to who'll cheer you up?"
The person was me, as we both knew well. "You!" she said, sitting up. "You're a bad man! You went to the bathroom in me!"
"There,
there, dear -- there there," I said, gently tugging her towards me --
but this was a gentle offer, not a demand. "Your pussy's the very best
spot for that stuff, all the big girls agree."
Wearily she lay
down and snuggled against me, flopping her leg over mine. It was
exciting to feel my sperm oozing out of her pussy onto my leg.
"There, there," I said. "Just relax and everything's going to be OK."
After a little while the sniffles stopped, and a few minutes later I could tell she was asleep in my arms. I slept too.
I
woke to the very gentle touch of young fingers along my cock, which was
rising rapidly. I pretended to be asleep a little longer. Soon it was
fully hard.
"Hi," I said sleepily.
Her hand paused in its stroking, but she left it there.
"How you feeling, sweetie?" I asked.
"I don't know. Confused. Bad. Dirty. Kind of good. Naughty."
"You have your hand on my thingie," I said, stating the obvious.
She started stroking it again.
"You
were gross and stuck your weewee up in me, then showed me how it felt
good. And how men and women do it to make babies. And that's a good
thing, right?"
"Yes, very good."
"You're a very naughty daddy, but I love you, so naughty can't be too bad. So if I feel naughty maybe that's not so bad either?"
"Oh, I think that's true, absolutely," I said, far more interested in results than trains of dubious logic.
"You said big girls like to get it... and I'm not a big girl. Is it ... normal if I kind of ... you know ... umm."
"Like it and want it?"
"Yeah," she whispered.
"Yes, perfectly normal. Big girls like it, but it doesn't mean little girls can't."
She was on her side facing me, looking at me solemnly.
I
looked her up and down. Flat chest, hairless little lips... the lips
were swollen and slick and goopy -- testimony to how I had already made
her mine, possessed and mated with her, fucked her well and fully.
"What do you want, sweetie?" I whispered.
"I, ummm, you know," she said.
"Tell me in words, sweetie. I'd love it if you would."
She
shook her head, getting an impish grin. Instead of speaking, she
pointed to my cock, then pointed between her legs repeatedly.
"You want me to stick my cock in your cunt?" I asked softly.
She nodded, sliding onto her back and spreading her legs.
I slid on top of her and wedged father cock into daughter pussy, leading to a happy sigh from her. It fit perfectly.
"Then what?" I asked.
She fucked with one finger into the fingers of the other hand, then took her hands apart and made a sort of exploding motion.
"You want me to wiggle back and forth and come in your pussy? Shoot my goopy stuff all over the inside of your cunt?"
She nodded. One cuntful of sperm wasn't enough. She wanted a second one.
Then we started a kiss, gentle and tender, and I started sliding my cock in and out of her girlish pussy.
We both built up slowly, kissing and moaning, breaths becoming more and more urgent. After five minutes it was time.
"Cum, daddy!" she whispered. "Cum in my pussy! Splat your stuff up into me. Lots and lots of it!"
As
one creature we moved towards that climax, then suddenly we were both
there. Her contractions matched mine perfectly. Four more gobs of sperm
filled her pussy.
It was heavenly. The ultimate father-daughter
bonding activity. We were both going to want to do a lot more of it in
the days, weeks and years ahead.
What
the hell was my daughter thinking? Writing child porn! Child rape! It
was written from the man's perspective too. I had to hand it to her,
though, it read pretty well. I had a very stiff cock through the entire
story.
I sat staring at the screen for many minutes, collecting my thoughts. Finally I went to see Lucy in her room.
She sat propped up in her bed, and put her laptop aside as I entered.
I shut the door behind me and sat in her desk chair.
"So, daddy, what did you think?" she asked brightly.
"You're not going to hand that in, are you?" I asked.
"Sure I am. The teacher said to challenge ourselves. Do something unusual."
"Have you read lots of porn stories?"
"A
fair number, for this project. But I dabbled starting a couple years
ago. Remember how you always said you trusted my judgment on the web?"
"Yeah, was I wrong?"
"No, of course not, daddy. I can handle it, you know. It's good to know stuff."
"And have your had any sexual experiences yourself?"
"That's
kind of private!" she said solemnly, then added with a smile, "No, of
course not. I date boys but don't feel like doing that stuff yet.
Except by myself sometimes..."
I raised my hands to warn against
'too much information.' I sighed. "Do you think the professor's going
to think something like that happened to you?"
"No, it's just a story. No father would actually do that to his daughter, would he?"
"Apparently some do -- not many, but a few. Say, are you going to show it to mommy?"
"No," said Lucy quickly. "No," she laughed. "Not mom."
"Oh, and why not?" I said, trying to keep a straight face.
"She wouldn't understand."
"I think you're right," I said, and we both grinned.
There was a brief pause. "Daddy, were you ever tempted to do something like that?"
"Like that? Heavens, no!"
"Or anything less? I mean, like, was it hard having a 'nubile' girl around?"
"Not
really. I don't know why. I always knew you were very sexy and
attractive, just not sexy and attractive to me. Some kind of
anti-incest mechanism a lot of men have, I think. What about you? Any
Electra complex?"
"Nope," she said, then added with a grin, "Did you think it was a hot story?"
"That isn't something I think I should discuss with you."
"That means Yes."
"I didn't say anything of the kind!"
"You don't have to."
"What about you? Was it hot for you?"
"Me? Are you kidding?" She paused. "Of course it was hot!"
"I think lots of us get turned on reading about kinds of sex that we'd hate in real life."
"Do you think it's realistic that a girl that age would get really turned on and get into it?"
"No, especially when she didn't want it. At least I assume not. What do you think?"
"I think she might."
"Hmmmm."
There was a silence.
"Well, good to see you sweetheart. Welcome home!"
"Thanks, daddy," she said and we both rose.
We
hugged, and held the hug a little longer than we would have ordinarily.
On a whim I found her bra strap under her sweater and shirt where it
fastened around her back and gave it a very gentle snap, then broke the
hug.
"There, now you've been sexually abused," I said.
She stuck her tongue out, but our eyes locked somehow.
"I
could adapt that story into a play, and we could take turns reading the
lines, what do you think?" she asked with a laugh. But her laugh
trailed off into discomfort and she looked away, just as I did.
"Umm, hmmm, maybe something to think about. Or maybe not. Good night, Lucy," I said, hurrying out of her room.
"Good night, daddy," she said to my retreating back.