AUTHOR	Animal
DATE ADDED	14th April 2003
AUTHOR EMAIL
STORY CODES	Mf cons fdom oral rim

She was standing in my bedroom doorway, in silhouette, with her short nightie and her blonde hair backlit by the moonlight. “Yes?” I replied.
“Can I, . . . May I come in?”
I nodded, but she probably couldn’t see. “Sure, sweetheart. Come on in.” I made sure I was covered, and patted the bed next to me.
She sat uneasily on the edge of the bed and reached out her small hand. I took it and gave it a squeeze.
“I was asleep, I think,” she said, and I woke up scared.”
“Don’t be frightened, Amy,” I said, squeezing her hand again, “There is nothing to be afraid of.”
She squeezed back. “Would you . . . hold me? Please?”
She leaned over on me and I put my arms around her slim shoulders. She pressed her face against my chest. Her hair smelled faintly of flowers. Ellie’s scent.
She sighed. “Will you let me stay here tonight?”
“Uhhm, you mean, in my bed?”
I felt her head nod.
“I, uhh, I don’t know if you should. I’m, uh, not wearing anything . . .”
She raised up and moved away suddenly. For a moment I thought I had frightened her away. I couldn’t let her stay, but I didn’t want to frighten her or seem to reject her. As I tried to think of what to say, I felt her pull the sheet out from under her and swing her legs up on the bed and under it.
She hesitated, and then pulled her nightie over her head and tossed it to the floor. “That’s all right then,” she said, “Neither am I.”
She laid back down on my arm and put her head on my chest again. “Keep holding me,” she said softly, and she squirmed up against me, on her side. “You make me feel safe.” Her hand slid up my chest.
I put my other hand on her smooth shoulder; I felt the pressure of her small breasts, one flattened against my ribs, the other resting on my chest. Her firm little belly was against my hip, and I felt the slight tickle of hair.
She raised her upper leg and drew it up, so her inner thigh was rubbing over my naked leg.
I held my breath; afraid she would keep raising that leg, until it met my rampant cock. I felt a familiar stirring in my loins. I was getting an erection! I couldn’t help it! And I couldn’t help burying my face in her clean-smelling hair.
I tried again. “Amy, we shouldn’t be, uh, naked in bed together. Let me get up and put on my pajamas,” if I could find them, “And you can put your nightie back on.”
I don’t know if she even heard me. Her hand slid down from my chest to my belly, and brushed over my rising cock.
“Oh!” she said, almost a gasp. She felt it, wrapped her hand around it. “Did I, do this?”
I gulped. “You’re beautiful, Amy, and . . . when a guy is near a beautiful girl, well, he can’t help but respond.”
“Especially if they’re both naked?”
“Yes.”
“I used to listen to you and Ellie. At night.”
Ellie wasn’t a screamer, but she moaned a lot, and she cried out when she came.
“I used to think about when I would be with a man.”
I was at a total loss for words, for a way to get out of this situation.
“It’s big, isn’t it?” she asked, stroking me a little. Then she slid her hand down and gently held my balls. “And so are these.” She moved her hand back up and caressed the length of my cock.
“What do you do now?” she asked. “I mean, when you are in bed by yourself, and,” she squeezed my cock, “you get hard like this?” She began stroking me, pumping her hand up and down. “Do you do this to yourself?”
She had gone from frightened little girl to a confident woman in less than five minutes.
“Well, all guys, you know, sometimes . . .”
“Is it better when someone else does it for you?” she asked. She swept the sheet down past our hips, and resumed her stroking.
I swallowed, although my mouth was dry.
“What do you think about?” she asked. “Naked women? Naked girls?” She slid up and looked at me. I looked back at her and opened my mouth to tell her this was wrong, and she kissed me on the mouth.
She almost always kissed me on the mouth, which had always made me a little uncomfortable, but this time, her mouth was open.
I kissed her back, and my tongue, with a will as independent as my cock, decided to explore her mouth. So sweet . . . and her hand was doing magic things . . .
She bent down. There was just enough moonlight that I knew she could see my cock, see her hand pumping up and down.
That was it! I felt the rush, and then I was cumming! She squeezed tighter and pumped her hand faster. Then she slowed down, but kept stroking me as I went soft.
She straightened out, still holding my cock, and kissed me again, this time using her tongue in my mouth.
“Was that good?” she asked.
I gulped. “Yes,” I rasped.
She was grinning at me. “I wanted it to be good for you,” she told me. She brought her hand up and rubbed her finger down her cheek. “Some of it hit me,” she said with a little giggle. She put her finger in her mouth. “It tastes good!”
This was incredible! She put her hand on my belly and I felt the wetness as she drew her fingers through the puddles I had made on myself. She tasted her finger again, and then put it in my mouth.
I recognized the taste. Me. Ellie used to kiss me after she sucked me off. I didn’t like it, but I could never refuse to kiss her.
Amy pulled the sheet up over us again, and fell asleep with her head nestled under my chin.
I couldn’t fall asleep for a long time, and when I did, I had another erection.

I woke up with another hardon. The sheet was down at my feet, and Amy was kneeling beside my legs, looking at my flagpole.
“Do you know it moves when you’re sleeping?” she asked. “It starts to lay down, and then it stands up again.” She seemed fascinated by my cock.
“Amy,” I began.
She held it again. “I think it’s beautiful,” she said. “It’s so hard, inside,” she stroked, “and so soft to touch!”
“Amy, we shouldn’t . . .”
She kissed it! Dry lips at first, but then she covered the swollen head with her mouth.
I groaned with pleasure.
“I can still taste some from last night,” she said, and then took more into her mouth. Her tongue began caressing, over the head, and around it. Her hand slid down and held my balls again, and she began sucking and tonguing as she moved her head up and down.
She stopped. “Am I doing it right?”
“Yes,” I gasped, now completely unable to tell her to stop.
She swallowed noisily when I came, and she didn’t lose a drop.
And then she kissed me again!

Amy was a sweet little girl when I met Ellie. She had never known her real father, and one time she told me she never liked the other men Ellie had dated before me. “They either thought I was a nuisance or they looked at me like they wanted to put their hands all over me,” she had said.
“You’re not a nuisance,” I had assured her. “You’re a beautiful girl, and you’re going to grow up to be an absolute knockout of a woman!”
She always wanted to help, whether it was with her mother cooking and cleaning, or with me when I washed the car or cleaned the garage. And when Ellie got sick, she was better than the home care nurses. As Ellie got worse and spent time in the hospital, Amy gradually took over the house and the meals. And kept getting straight A’s in school. Homework every night, and she was never too tired or too busy to get her mother a cool drink or to help her in the bathroom.
“I hate to leave you alone,” Ellie told me the day the doctors said there was nothing more they could do. She was still beautiful, even with her hair almost gone, and her weight down to eighty pounds. “But you have to promise me one thing.”
I nodded. “Anything, Ellie.”
“Promise you will take care of Amy? There’s no one else.”
Ellie had been an only child, and her parents were gone. The father was gone, and so was his family.
“Of course I will, I promise.”
In the car coming away from the cemetery, Amy had cried in my arms. “You . . . won’t send me away, will you?” she had asked.
“I promise, Amy, I’ll never send you away.”
I hadn’t noticed until after the funeral that she had grown up a lot. She had begun to fill out, and she had the perfect little body for a bikini, with long slender legs, a little round bottom, a tiny waist, and absolutely adorable little breasts, not to mention long, slender legs. She was getting a lot of attention from boys at school and in the neighborhood.
One time I teased her and said I should go out and buy a shotgun, and then I had to explain why.
I never thought I would need it for myself!

I watched her leave my room, still naked. Trouble, I thought. Jailbait. I groaned and rolled over, but I could not go back to sleep. Another hardon.
I smelled coffee and bacon, and decided I had better get up and put some clothes on.
She was wearing one of my shirts, buttoned only at the bottom. She had set the table and made a full breakfast, with bacon, eggs, toast, orange juice and coffee. She sat across the corner of the table from me and I could see one bare breast through the open top of the shirt.
I knew I should tell her to button it up. I knew I should tell her that what we did was wrong. That would be telling her that what she did was wrong, and I couldn’t tell her that.
It was Saturday and I had to do the yard work. Amy came out to help, wearing a halter-top and shorts that bared the bottoms of her buttocks. I trimmed the shrubbery and cleaned the pool while she mowed. It took her twice as long as it took me, because when I did it, I didn’t have to stop and talk to a parade of boys.
She went with me to the grocery store, and shopped very efficiently, remembering things I had forgotten to write down, and discouraging me from buying things we would not use. And she flirted with every young boy she saw. Or they flirted with her.
At Amy’s suggestion, I grilled a pair of steaks, and she steamed Brussels sprouts and made mashed potatoes and mushroom gravy. And she insisted on opening a bottle of merlot.
It was like being married to her, and I cringed every time I thought of later. I kept hoping she would simply go to bed at ten like she usually did, and that she would stay in her room. And I kept remembering that blowjob and something inside me wanted her to come back into my bed!
She spent an hour in the bathroom, and came out wearing one of Ellie’s nighties. White, ruffled, and open to the waist, with little ties to hold it together in front. Well, not quite together. It was sheer enough that I could see the darker shadows of her nipples, and long enough to almost cover her sweet little bottom. There was a pair of matching panties that went with it, but apparently she couldn’t find them.
She cuddled next to me on the couch and we watched the Saturday Night Search Party, as Ellie had called the hour of “Cops!” and the hour of “America’s Most Wanted.” When I, unwisely, put my arm around her shoulder, my hand had nowhere to go but her hip, and I was very conscious that I felt bare skin under the sheer nightie.
We watched some of the news, and then I turned off the TV. I walked her to her room and told her good night, and she kissed me.
On the mouth, of course. I waited until she went into her room, and then I went to my room and into the big shower in the master bath. I showered quickly, fearfully half expecting her to join me. And I decided that I would wear pajamas. I looked in my dresser, but they weren’t there. I wrapped a towel around me and went back into the bedroom.
Amy was in my bed, waiting for me.
“Amy, we, we can’t start sleeping together,” I told her. “I could go to jail for . . .”
She pulled the towel from me. I quickly turned and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to get my erection out of her sight. “I love you, Amy, but I can’t love you that way. If anyone ever knew, or even suspected . . .”
“No one ever has to know, Don,” she said. “Now, please come to bed.” She reached around me and felt my erection.
“I can’t . . . do anything . . . to you,” I sighed. “There are laws . . .”
“Are there laws against me doing things to you?” she asked. “You just lie down. You don’t have to do anything.”
The only way I would ever win this argument would be to get angry and order to her own room.
That’s what I should have done.
“You can’t touch me, can you?” she asked.
I shook my head.
She straddled my hips, and then feeling my hardon against her bottom, wriggled her ass back and forth against it, grinning.
She untied the bows across the front of her nightie and leaned forward over me, so my face was in the deep vee of the nightie. She brushed each firm little breast across my face, and fed her nipples to my lips. I couldn’t help but kiss them.
She slid back, dragging her loins over my cock, and then sliding forward to press it against my belly, trapping it under her lovely little pussy. Then she began sliding back and forth. I felt her pussy lips spread wetly over my cock, and then slide up and down it.
She pulled off the nightie and leaned forward to feed me her lovely breasts again. I licked them and sucked on her sweet little nipples. She moved up and trapped my shoulders under her knees. I was looking at her little blonde pussy.
She reached down and slowly ran her finger up and down her slit, each time dipping a little deeper into her folds. At the top of each stroke, she paused and moved her fingertip in a little circle over her clitoris. I watched, fascinated as the clean pink became darker with her excitement.
She moved higher, spreading her legs move, until her pussy was open, just inches from my face, glistening wet. She put her hands at the sides of my head and gently lifted my face to her.
I could not help but taste her!
Sweet, clean, fresh, and aroused flavors all assaulted my tongue. I licked more, and suckled the tender folds of wet, pink girl flesh. The rest of her might have been still developing, but her clitoris was fully developed. I drew it into my mouth and used my tongue to massage it against the backs of my front teeth
Amy began to whimper and moan. Her body began to squirm and writhe, and I watched her small breasts jiggle above me as she responded to her growing passion. Then she cried out, a long, drawn out “OOOOoooohhhhh!” and her hips began bucking against my face.
I kept working the swollen little but, and she continued to gasp and cry out and buck against me, and finally she let out a long sigh and pulled away.
She scooted her butt down my body and lowered her face to me and kissed me.
Like a grown woman who had just had her pussy sucked to orgasm.
She had no reluctance to taste her own juices, and even began to lick my face. She raised up and reached one hand between us to grab my cock. I felt her move her hips, and guide it to her pussy.
“Amy, no, don’t!” I moaned, and I felt it enter her. She shifted a little and the head was in.
I could not stop myself from rocking my hips up to drive it deeper.
“AAaaahhh,” she sighed as I entered her.
She was tight, so very, very tight! And so wet that I slid easily into her clasping cunt! She ground her hips and took me deeper, deeper!
Then she began fucking me, slowly, taking my entire length in, and then drawing it out, all except the head. And in! And out!
Nothing that had ever touched my cock has squeezed so tightly! Nothing so wet and slick and slippery had ever gripped it so thoroughly!
Amy began panting and gasping, “Unnh! Unnh! Unnh!” as she fucked me.
Her gasps became cries, and then louder moans, and she came again.
That triggered my own release, and I flooded her little pussy with my cream!
She went limp on top of me. All ninety pounds of her.
I knew I was surely going to hell, even if I managed to stay out of jail.
Regardless of who had been the initiator, I had just fucked my under-age stepdaughter!
Amy owned me, and she knew it. I, unfortunately, did not realize it for a long time. I didn’t even notice that there was no blood, that she had not been a virgin!
She fed me breakfast in bed Sunday morning, and sucked my cock, then made me take her to Church, where she sang in the youth choir. When I looked at the choir, I thought she looked like the most angelic, most innocent member. For what it’s worth, she sang like an angel as well when she did the solo.
I had to let her go on dates after that. “We don’t want anyone to get the idea that I don’t need to go out with guys,” she said. “They might think I liked girls! Or that I had something else going.”
She had already been using my last name, from when Ellie and I were married, and she urged me to put the adoption papers through.
She was now my daughter, and I was fucking her several times a week. And eating her sweet little box, and cumming in her mouth.
I knew the axe would eventually fall on my neck, and I suppose I became even more indulgent with her.
She kept up her straight A grades, and she kept the house as clean as her mother had, so I had no complaints.
“What if,” I asked her shortly after our relationship became intimate, “what if you get pregnant?”
“I can’t, Daddy,” she said with a sweet smile, “I’m on the pill.”
I became a little more active in our lovemaking, but she usually controlled it. Usually she would suck me awhile, and then I would go down on her. She loved it when I rimmed her tight little asshole.
She always kissed me after she sucked my cock, which she did more often than her mother did. She even taught me what a “snowball” kiss was, and soon after that she wanted me to go down on her after I fucked her.
I couldn’t deny her anything. Not even that!
I bought her a little sports car when she got her driver’s license. By then she had grown into a real beauty. Still slender, her boobs had developed into B-cups, and were still just as firm. Her legs were longer, and her face was still angelic. No one could possibly suspect that she was an enthusiastic cocksucker and a fantastic piece of ass!
Then she came home slightly tipsy after a date. I was already in bed when she slid in with me. She went down on me and licked my balls, and turned around so I could lick her at the same time.
As I approached her pussy, I smelled cum on her.
She sensed my hesitation. “Lick my pussy,” she hissed.
“You’ve . . . been with someone tonight,” I said, pained by her infidelity.
She turned around quickly, if still a little unsteady, and squatted over my chest. “So?” she snapped, “It isn’t the first time.”
I suddenly thought of the recent times when she would come in after a date and suck me a little, then climb on and fuck me and then sit on my face. “You mean . . .?”
“It’s usually been mixed in with your, so you probably didn’t notice,” she said. “But you’ve been eating other guys’ cum for months!” She slid forward. “Don’t stop just because there’s none of yours in it.”
She owned me.
Any rational person would figure out a way to back out of a relationship like this, but I was so totally addicted to her by this time that I didn’t even want to get out. To the contrary, our lovemaking became even more uninhibited. I even let her leave me tied to the bed, naked, when she went out on a date, and then lick her when she came home. The first time she did that, she rewarded me with a snowball kiss afterward.
It became even more depraved. She brought one of her friends over to spend the night. That usually meant no sex, but this time I had two teenaged girls in bed with me. Then another girl. After that, the first girl again, and they had both fucked their boyfriends.
When I asked her what she wanted for her eighteenth birthday – she already had a new Z3 – she said she wanted me to sign over the store to her.
The store had been Ellie’s. She was working in a greeting card store when I met her, and I had borrowed the money so she could buy the business. When she got sick, I took care of the store in some of my spare time, and I had resigned my job and ran the store full time after she died. I had done well with it, and it was now a little gold mine. Amy had been working weekends and after school, and I was really proud of how she had learned the business. After all, she was a part owner. One third.
“The store?”
She smiled sweetly. “Yes,” she said, “Why not? You wouldn’t be able to run it anyway, if you went to prison.”
“Prison?”
“What is it the other prisoners call child molesters? Short Eyes?”
“But . . . I never molested you,” I whined.
“You started fucking me when I was fourteen,” she said.
“But you . . . wanted to, just as much as I did. More!”
“What judge or jury would accept that as a defense?” she asked. “And then there was Marsha and Kelly. Did I ever tell you that Marsha’s date, you remember the night, that her date was a black guy?”
I never thought I was a racist, but the thought that I had . . . I wanted to be sick.
“Just sign it over to me.”
Almost as soon as we had signed the papers for the store, she reminded me about the house.
I hadn’t paid much attention to the house. It had been in Ellie’s and Amy’s names, not mine, and it had become Amy’s when Ellie died.
I had to move into the spare room, and she moved into the master bedroom.
She brings her dates home now, two or three nights a week. After they leave, she comes to my room so I can finish what they started.
I had no savings, other than a few thousand dollars in IRAs. However, they had fallen after the technology bubble burst. No house, no business, no job. Just a car, on which I still owed a lot.
I really don’t have any other place to go.
And Amy is still a fantastic piece of ass!

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