Title:  As Told To The Purvv: Tom and Mary

Author: The Purvv

Email: purvv@operamail.com

Story Codes: fath dau inc Mf(12) 1st cons

 

 

 

Note from The Purvv:  This story can also be found at www.storiesonline.net, a site that all serious readers of erotica should visit.

 

T he following is Tom’s story as told to me. Normally, I would keep this in the strictest of confidence but he allowed that I could publish it as long as I give fictitious names. I agreed.

I also spoke with his daughter Mary, who told me her part. Because of what she told me I thought that it would make more sense putting most of her input in front of the story.

Because of the nature of this story I interjected my own “OHH’s” “AAHHHHHH’s” “Ooooo’s” and “Nnnnggg’s” yet I can assure you that most of the following words from both father and daughter were verbatim.

 

Mary’s story:

I can’t say when it started, but maybe when I was about 8 years old I had really gotten to hate my mother. I don’t know exactly why, it just seemed that she was always picking on me for every little thing. She was a ‘Goody-two-shoes’ and a neat freak. Yeah...she was a freak all right.

And yeah, maybe my father had a lot to do with it too. It seemed that he was never around and I think the real reason for that was that he couldn’t stand her either. I think that if she wasn’t such a witch that he wouldn’t have been spending all of his time in work.

I loved him very much and I guess that I felt that he would have been there more for me if it weren’t for her. And then it seemed that whenever he was home that she just completely suffocated him with her constant talking; and in those few precious hours a week that he was around he had no time for me because of her. I really feel that Mom didn’t want Daddy to spend any time with anyone but her and that’s why she was the way that she was. Whenever I was able to get his attention, she (most of the time, anyway) would butt in. I really got to hate her more and more, as I kept trying to get my Dad’s attention.

It got so bad I wanted to kill her.

And then when I was 11 or 12...11, I guess it was, Mama totally pissed me off. She insisted that we have a ‘mother-daughter’ talk...that’s where she does all the talking...

It went something like “You’re growing into womanhood...no, maybe I was 12...anyway, you’re growing up blah blah blah; your father shouldn’t be seeing you with almost no clothes on, blah blah blah; (she started on me because I walked around the house in panties sometimes); your father is a man and even though you’re his daughter it’s still not right for him to see you like that.” Heck I always had a T-shirt or shirt that covered my bottom!

Anyway, it was after Mama talked to me that I began noticing Daddy looking at me. I first noticed it a few days after my talk with her when, forgetting the talk we had, I walked into their bedroom one morning dressed only in my panties and bra. Yeah, I had to be 12.

“Mary!” my mother screamed out. Had she not yelled I may have never paid attention to my Dad’s reaction, but, almost immediately upon her scream, I froze and looked up at them. I think that I was scared looking up at him.

It was then that I noticed that his eyes were moving all over my body with a real funny look on his face. I mean, like he was intense. I left the room but, looking back at them, I could see Dad’s eyes following me out. He seemed...I’m sure that he was looking more at my butt and legs than the rest of me. And before I got out the door, I looked into his eyes and I could swear that his face was secretly giving me a look of approval.

Later that day, I caught him looking at my legs while I was wearing shorts. Remembering what my mom had told me...you know about him being a man...I kinda had a feeling that he might be enjoying looking at me, but I wasn’t sure.

I mean I wasn’t completely innocent, you know? They teach us about that stuff in school and my friends and I talk about it. So I knew how boys got.

Also about two months before that, my cousin Eddie had actually raped me...well he didn’t, er, finish in me because I fought him off. Still, he did become the first one to have me. Yeah, that’s right, I was 12. Anyway, I didn’t squeal on him because he promised to never do it again...and I kinda think I got him so hot to begin with.

I had also heard that my girlfriend Tricia’s father had raped her.

So it was about this time that my mother and I had a real screaming match and I decided that I wanted to show her. From then on I started to put my ideas together and get a plan up, to put into action.

At night, during the little time that I had with them, I tried to make sure that I wore my short nightie... which Mama soon put a stop to...or a skirt. Well, sometimes I’d wear shorts.

Anyway, whenever I wore a skirt I would always try to get into a spot...like the chair opposite the couch that they sat on together, or on the floor. And when Mama was out of the room I’d allow it to ‘incidentally’ move up my legs. By then I knew that my Dad was looking at me whenever Ma wasn’t paying attention. And I gotta admit I was in my glory that I had been able to get his attention away from her.

 

Tom’s Story:

I have no idea what started me looking at Mary...I suppose that I’m just a sick bastard.

Most of my married life I was working 10-12 hours a day and didn’t get to spend too much time at home...it was only in the past couple of years that I’ve had a little bit more time at home. As my daughter began to blossom I found myself noticing her more and more.

I don’t know if it was because of my lack of sex over the years, or what.

By the time she was 13, I was almost crazy with my lustful craving for her; although it wasn’t because of anything that she did that got me to that stage.

When she was 10 or 11 I started noticing her in her panties. At first, I found myself looking at her with admiration for her beauty, but not with lust. She was growing into a young Tiffany Amber Thiessen. Mary was just as beautiful.

But then when she was almost 13 years old, I found myself changing. Usually at night, while watching TV, I was able to steal...I guess what you would call lecherous peeks at my daughter. She had no idea it was happening but she became so absorbed with the TV shows her skirt would sometimes move up on her legs. I would look over at her and become consumed with her flesh. At times, I even found myself getting hard on those rare occasions when I could see all the way up to the youngster’s hot looking panties.

During the summer months of that year I began to acknowledge my own incestuous perversions. Strangely, even though I knew that these thoughts were wrong, I didn’t care.

Probably the only thing that I was concerned about was that my wife Kathy might find out. Whenever she wasn’t paying attention or was out of the room, while Mary and I were there, I became bolder in my open viewing of my daughter’s body. By then I knew - - God forgive me - - I knew then that I wanted to fuck her. The more that I got to look up her skirt, the more my desire increased, and I wanted to see more...and touch...and...

I suppose that I should have been trying to find a way to stop myself, but for me it was just the opposite. I just didn’t care that it was wrong.

 

Writer’s Note: As an impartial observer I’d like to comment here.

Although much of what Tom says is true in regard to his responsibility, I have to take exception with his conclusion. Yes, being the father of this child, he was the responsible party. Yes, of course he never should have started looking at his daughter as a female of the opposite sex. And yes, he should have sought help for himself.

However, in his defense I must add that I have listened to long conversations with Mary and, clearly, she was the one doing the enticing...the seductress of this story. Undoubtedly she was much too young to realize the potential consequences to bear the responsibility. Nevertheless, she has confirmed to me that, unbeknownst to her father, she was deliberately opening herself up to his view whenever she got the chance, knowing exactly what effect it was having on him. Indeed, she was purposely trying to cause that effect.

Mary confirmed to me in no uncertain terms that, at a certain point in time, she fully realized that she was arousing her father’s sexual interest and that this only encouraged her more. Her love for her father, coupled with her hatred for her mother, drove her to her ‘plan’.

The young girl’s knowledge of sex, although limited, was more than enough for her to realize that when a man became hard, he was well on his way to wanting more. And she had often seen her father’s erection after looking up her skirt.

 Mary had determined that having sex with her father was the answer to all of her problems. She felt that she would have gotten even with her mother and shown her love to her father. But most of all, she confessed to me, she secretly really just wanted to have sex with her father.

 

Tom’s story continues:

This situation went on for months. Mary was a little over 13 when our incest began.

It was 4 in the afternoon one Friday that my wife Kathy was rushed to the hospital. I was notified at work and went directly there, where I met my daughter.

Kathy had had chest pains and a heart attack was suspected. While I was still there she was placed in ICU. I didn’t want to keep Mary there all night so, because there wasn’t anything that I could do at the hospital anyway, we left at about 8 O’clock.

On the way home, we stopped at a restaurant for a bite to eat and then continued on our way. I guess that we got home about 9 O’clock.

I went up to my bedroom and put on my pajamas and went back downstairs to watch TV. I’m usually not a drinking person, but I had been pretty shook up by the day’s events. I made a tumbler of martinis and brought what was probably a ‘double’ over to the couch. Out of habit, I sat on the far end.

My daughter came down the stairs shortly. For some reason she had on her shortie PJ’s, something I hadn’t seen her wearing in quite a while. When she walked into the room my attention was immediately diverted from my thoughts of my wife. I couldn’t help but notice my daughter’s long naked legs inside her fluffed out PJ panties. As usual Mary sat on the adjacent easy chair...her bare legs on the floor in front of her.

I sipped on the martini. Thinking back, I’m not sure that liquor was a good idea for me at the time. As I watched TV, my eyes kept returning to my daughter. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at her.

I don’t know why, I can’t explain, but on this night my eyes were purposely looking directly over her body. Maybe it was because my wife wasn’t there, maybe it was the alcohol taking effect on me or maybe it was seeing Mary in those ‘jammies’. Or maybe it was because of all of those things, but whatever the reason, I found myself continuously looking over at her.

After a while I began to notice her watching my roving eyes.

While on my second ‘double’ I made mention to my daughter that I hoped that her mother was all right.

Almost as if on cue, Mary walked over to the side of the couch, at the end where I was sitting. I turned my head to face her at the side. She was standing right alongside, her body less than six inches from my face. I could almost see the silhouette of her naked little breasts beneath the thin top. They weren’t far from my eyes. We were so close that I could smell her light girl-scent. I felt a stirring in my loins.

“She’ll be okay Dad...she’ll be fine,” she said as she placed a hand on my shoulder. I thought that I could feel her hand trembling.

My eyes were on her PJ shirt front. I was actually trying to see my daughter’s breasts.

Not exactly sure what I was going to do, I reached my hands out and placed one on each of my daughter’s hips. Instinctively her one hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my head and her free hand reached behind the other side of my head as she sought to comfort me. And then she pulled me toward her body as she stepped as close as possible to the side of the couch. My cheek was pressed into Mary’s stomach and she uttered another assurance about Kathy.

Suddenly I turned my face right into the hotness of my baby’s stomach and opened my mouth and kissed her. The heat from her body was arousing me. It was at this time that I crossed over the line.

First my hands moved down from my daughter’s young hips toward the back, eagerly sliding downward to gently clasp the cheeks of that wonderful ass that I had been secretly looking at for months now.

I had pulled my face somewhat away from her stomach and my eyes were trying to penetrate within the PJ top to her breasts.

I waited for her violent reaction of shock at the feel of my hands on her ass. Surprisingly she did not go into a state of panic. As a matter of fact her hands, almost motherly, moved from the back of my head to my ears where her fingers lightly moved around and inside. The effect on me was astounding.

I had finally lost the last vestige of rationality as I clutched the flesh of my daughter’s ass in my hands and purposely moved my mouth toward her budding chest. Mary’s hands seemed to guide me and she seemed to bend herself slightly forward as I joined the ranks of those that had gone before me and coveted their daughters.

Her covered tit was at my lips and I lost all sense of right or wrong as I opened my mouth and pushed it into her. I felt the warmth of the tit beneath the PJ’s as it edged past my lips and came into my mouth.

I heard her groan and felt her fingers clutch tightly around my head.

I was frantic with a passion but I still had enough presence of mind not to wage an all out assault. I was afraid that I would scare her and she would scream or run away. I was well aware that she was only 13 years old and this was her first sexual encounter. I continued to gently massage the twin globes of the hot flesh of her ass while my mouth was filled with her wonderful tit.

I was “mmmm”ing away as my body was reacting instinctively. While my right hand held her ass outside of her panties, my left hand slid all the way over the cheek and up to the top of the elastic at her back. Tentatively my fingers moved inside and I waited for some sort of negative reaction from my daughter. Mary seemed to be paying no attention to my moving hands. She seemed to just be enjoying herself mothering me. Her hands were still pulling my head into her.

Slowly, I moved my hand inside her panties, over the hot flesh of her ass and then finally clutching her ass cheek. Once more both of my hands were on the young girl’s ass, only now one was inside the panties while the other was on the outside. Both were gently rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh. The hand inside of Mary’s panties moved a finger to the outer crack and gently moved along the groove but only superficially into it. I felt her tense and heard her draw in a breath.

I was beyond thinking at all anymore, other than I knew that I wanted to fuck this young girl.

Bravely, I moved my right hand off of her ass and moved it to the side of her hip. At first I held it there for a moment and gaining confidence at her permissiveness I then slowly moved it to the front of her panties. Deliberately I moved it to Mary’s crotch area.

Finding no resistance I allowed my hand to cover the prized mound of my daughter. I expected a yell or a violent reaction but instead I heard a moan escape her lips as I gently rubbed the lips of her pussy through her panties. My pants became wet with the realization of where this was going to end.

With one hand massaging the hot flesh of my darling’s ass and one hand covering her pussy’s mound within the panties, I moved my mouth from my daughter’s tit and looked up at her.

Mary was looking down into my eyes and I swear that her face was spaced out with lust.

With my finger rubbing her pussy’s crack outside the panties I felt her body pushing forward into my hand. I knew that I should be ashamed because I was arousing her into submission and that she couldn’t control her reactions to my experienced maneuvering but I had lost all conscience.

I moved my hand down to the lower edge of her panties and gently moved a probing finger underneath the elastic at her crotch. Moving inside, my finger touched her bald mound and again I could feel her fingers tighten on my head. Then my finger moved to my daughter’s hole and gently pushed in...only partway past the nail of my finger.

Her hands at my head suddenly grabbed tightly and I heard her murmur, “Ooooooo!!”

I was amazed to find how juicy Mary’s pussy hole was around my twiddling finger. Her hips were now moving gently, involuntarily, against my hand.

Our eyes held on to each other.

“Mary...baby...can we...honey, I...Daddy loves you baby...can...do you, er, know what I want us to do?”

Nervously her head nodded rapidly as soon as I asked the question.

“Well?” I whispered.

I was so far gone that it didn’t really mattered how she answered. Nevertheless she again nodded frantically without speaking.

My heart and mind were racing. I moved my exploring hands back to where they were originally on her hips, outside of her panties.

“Let’s...let’s go upstairs to your room, baby...” I muttered.

Suddenly, Mary pushed herself away from me and stepped back. She interrupted me with, “Okay Dad but...give me a couple of minutes.” And as she walked away she called back to me softly, “And not in my room. I’ll be in Mom’s...your bed.”

My cock was raging within my pajama pants. My mind was racing. I knew that I should run out of the house to stop the insanity but my lust wanted only to be satisfied. I desperately wanted to fill my little daughter’s pussy with my cock. As insane as it sounds I wanted, beyond my wildest wishes, to shoot a load of cum into her womb. I’d been hot for her for months and by now I was wild.

I moved up the stairs with trepidation. This was a 13-year-old-girl that I was going to possess. A virgin of my own making that I was going to deflower. Would she change her mind now that she had separated from my clutches and had time to think?

My bedroom door was open and I walked in. I gasped at the sight that was presented to my eyes. Lying on the top of the covers, completely naked, was my beautiful daughter. If I had been expecting her to be embarrassed I was wrong. The side of the bed faced the door and her head was turned facing me. I would have thought that if anything, I would have found her under the blankets, somewhat in fear. Instead, she was not only totally naked and lying on top of the covers, but her knees were upraised and parted while a mask of passion had covered her face.

As I approached the bed I quickly unbuttoned and dropped my pajama top to the floor. Slowly I moved around to the bottom of the bed to behold the beauty of this naked child who was offering herself to her father.

I almost cried aloud at the beautiful sight. My eyes drank in the beauty. Mary made no effort to avert my hungry eyes. Her face had turned and she looked down her body to the bottom of the bed at me. Her lips were quivering and her eyes displayed both lust and fright.

I stood there, my eyes darting over the tanned flesh of her outstretched legs and as I reached down to my pajama bottoms, I again felt the wetness within as my prick throbbed. Her cunt looked luscious to me. It had just a small thin growth of light curls and my eyes riveted on the gash between her opened thighs.

I never loved Mary more than at that moment as she allowed me to absorb her total innocent beauty. I looked up at her face and saw that fright mixed with passion. Again my eyes moved downward and became fascinated at the not fully matured yet, budding mounds of flesh on her heaving chest.

I pushed the pajama bottoms down to the floor and stood upright. Looking into Mary’s eyes I saw them become wide open, her fright apparently increasing, as she was apparently seeing a cock for the first time in her life, and as she realized what was about to happen. To Mary’s credit she held her ground. She gave no indication that she might bolt up and run away. My cock was as hard as it had ever been and my daughter’s eyes stayed glued to it, even as I began moving onto the bed from the end; first one knee, and then the next. Her wide eyes were still on my cock.

Then I was kneeling, with my body upright, at the end of the bed, and I think that both of us were of the same mind. We both kept our eyes fastened between the legs of the other. As I moved slowly up the bed, my mind was flooded with an uncontrollable passion. I was totally inflamed.

I bent my head and shoulders downward, determined to make my daughter’s first experience with sex an unforgettable one. I wanted to taste everything within her pussy that I could suck into my mouth. I wanted to drive her to her utmost passion. I wanted to make her have the wildest climax in her life delivered by the manipulations of my hungry mouth. I was desperate to tongue-taste and suck her out. I desperately wanted my daughter to cry out at the top of her lungs and to wildly fuck my face with her pussy.

As my upper body lowered between her legs I felt them quivering rapidly. At least that was my thought at that time. Looking back I realize that the trembling I felt could have actually been my own arms and body shaking. Or it could have been a combination of both father and daughter reacting at the very height of nervous anticipation.

My trembling hands reached forward between the uppermost of her hot thighs and then excitingly moved onto my little girl’s mound. A whimpering moan came from her throat. My eyes looked past her beautiful pussy and I could see the excitement in her eyes and utter passion on her face as she watched me.

My thumbs slid gently over her nearly bald pussy and moved into her slit. I lowered my face further. Her chest was heaving hard now. The aroma of my baby’s cunt permeated my whole being. My brain was inflamed. My temples were pounding.

Unable to control myself I felt my cock shooting sperm onto the bed. I guess that my cock must have shrunk at that time and gotten hard again, but I don’t remember that. It just may have stayed erect even after my initial cum.

I parted her nether lips and took a long look at her precious pussy. A mournful groan escaped her mouth as my tongue eagerly moved between my thumbs into her hotness. I started down at the tasty moist pussy hole and slowly licked upward within the gash. When my tongue reached and moved upward, over and past the child’s clit, I was totally unprepared for the youngster’s body’s violent reaction.

Mary’s whole body tensed. She sucked aloud, desperate for air to fill her, and a shocked cry escaped her lips at the same time as she was gasping in her breath. At the same time I felt her body jerk and twist upward and her pussy pushed forcefully onto my mouth. It was a reaction that I had never experienced. I must have driven her over the edge with that one lap.

I moved my mouth back downward and my daughter’s reaction was even wilder. As my mouth again came in contact with her little clitoris I felt her thighs suddenly close violently over my ears, holding me tightly, not allowing my mouth to leave the clit area. At the same time I could feel her body move under me. Like a chain reaction Mary had partially risen from the pillows and her little hands were clutching ardently on my head, pulling me hungrily into her cunt.

I opened my mouth slightly and sucked the clitoris between my lips and into my mouth. My tongue twirled up and around this piece of womanhood and with my ears pressed closed by her trembling thighs I heard a loud muffled cry of pleasure from my daughter as she twisted fiercely under my oral assault.

I abandoned any sense of method. All I wanted was to taste her completely; to make her cum under my ministrations.

My mouth moved up and down. My chin and lips were sopping from juices of my mouth mixed with her moist wet and sticky vaginal juices. My tongue kept moving about her crack and occasionally penetrated into her virgin hole.

“Ohhhh Daddy....Dad....oooooh!” she then began bucking under me.

Mary was now a tinderbox of sex looking to explode. Of all of the faking that I’ve seen in XXX movies, none of the acting could compare with the legitimate wild reactions and movements that my daughter’s body was going through. She was as hot as any woman could get.

My hands were under her, clutching the flesh of her bucking ass and pulling her up to meet my sucking mouth and lapping tongue.

[It sounds comical but holding her ass like that and bringing her up for my mouth was like bringing a half of watermelon up to my face]

She was all that I could handle as she began a steady bucking and moaning and crying and trembling. The way that she was clutching and bucking and screaming told me that she was about to have an enormous climax at the expense of my mouth and I pursed my lips as hard as I possibly could into her hole and just sucked and sucked at her goodness.

“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” She was crying out and in this final excitement I found myself fucking my enflamed cock into the bed. Final tremors shook her.

And then she finally relaxed her whole body and lay back, gasping for air.

At that point I just allowed myself the pleasure of getting my final licks and final ‘nose’ from the most wonderful aroma from any pussy that I had ever experienced.

 

Mary added:

I can’t describe just what I was feeling at that point. How can I say that I never felt so drained in my life while at the same time say that I was never so excited and needy? It was two complete opposites, but yet that’s how I felt. Daddy moved up alongside me as I lay there catching my breath. I was soooo happy that, as exhausted as I felt, I had a smile that must have stretched from ear to ear.

We were lovers!!! Daddy and I were lovers. As I looked at him looking at me, I knew at that time that this wasn’t just a sex thing. This was going to be forever. I could see a love on daddy’s face for me that told me he was feeling the same as me.

He was lying on his side while I was on my back; his body was pressing against mine and our faces were about a foot apart. It was then that I wanted to kiss him as a lover; I’d never done that! And he was my love. Even, after everything that had happened and how I thought he felt, I was still nervous about kissing him. I guess that deep down, I was afraid that he wouldn’t want that.

But I told myself that, heck, I went this far.

I looked him in the eyes and reached out my arms, my hands stretching to the back of his head and to my nervous excitement he eagerly moved his face down to me. God, I wanted to swallow him up! I opened my mouth to receive his and we were no longer father and daughter, but instead two desperate lovers, hungrily tasting the pleasures of one another. As daddy’s tongue pushed into my mouth I was eagerly sucking on it, while at the same time savoring his taste. I actually could taste myself on his lips; that was cool. Heck, it was awesome.

I couldn’t get enough of him. I was pulling him into me and my hands and mouth were working on him as if this was the last thing that I was ever going to do. There was a real desperation about me.

In between all of our kissing and tasting and tonguing, we swore to each other our love forever. I wanted nothing more that to seal our vows.

 

Tom finished the story:

By then I think that I had actually cum twice; once while I was eating her pussy and another time, albeit shorter, as we wrestled about with our bodies and mouths. With our mouths fighting each other, and my fingers touching her sweaty flesh, I couldn’t get enough of my daughter’s breasts. My hands continuously squeezed the small fleshy mounds and my fingers continuously pinched playfully at the hardened nipples.

Mary and I were moaning wildly into each other’s mouth as we frantically pushed and wiggled against each other’s body. We were both gasping for breath, swallowing air from one another. My cock was throbbing and twitching. I needed to be inside her, more than I ever needed anything in my life.

I moved on top of my daughter and to my amazement she became even more active, frantically grasping, pulling, and urging me, as she opened her legs to swallow my lower body. Hurriedly her legs were around me, almost as if they were grasping on their own. Our mouths were still working against each other.

My daughter’s hot body was beneath me squirming, urging me on. At that time I guess I thought that she was still a virgin, but that didn’t matter to me. I needed to get my cock in her, deep!!!

The head of my prick was then at the entrance of her pussy and we continued to fight with her mouth on mine. Her hands were digging and pulling at my back and her hips were pushing up to me while at the same time they were squirming, her pussy searching for my flesh. She wrapped her legs tighter around me as my throbbing cock parted her warm moist pussy lips. I slowly pushed my cock into her moistened channel, lovingly entering only the head of my cock into her tight hole. The feeling was unbelievable as my cock was squeezed by her sweet young pussy.

She groaned. Her hips started to thrust up to meet my flesh, drawing me deeper into her wet hole. I gently pushed into her pussy and she moved her hips to take more of me into her depths. I grabbed her firm ass and pushed all the way into her cunt as she moaned again.

“Mmmmmmmm, oh do me daddy, love me...Mmmm, oh yeah, we are really doing it! Oh God You are doing it to me! Don’t ever stop!” she groaned as I filled her. I was actually in my 13-year-old daughter! In her cunt! My cunt!

Nothing had ever felt as wonderful and pleasurable as being inside of her and hearing her grunts and moans, and feeling her wild reactions as I fucked within her wet pussy. Mary was bucking up to meet each thrust from me into her. And with each came either a grunt or an “Oh!”

She was as hot as any that I’d ever had and as wild as I think possible. My insides were building up a pressure that I knew was sperm - - baby making sperm. A fleeting thought passed through my inflamed brain, that I couldn’t cum in her, that this was my daughter, but just as quickly those thoughts changed to a wondrous excitement.

“Nnnng, Mary, sweetheart...Ah, daddy’s filling up hon...I...I don’t want to stop baby. I want to fin, ah, finish in you honey...”

“Ohhhhhh, ‘kay, dad, yeahhhh,” She was bucking wildly beneath me.

“Honnnnn ahhhhhh, oh baby, I want to...I want to make you pregAHHHHHHHHH...”

By then we were both at our sexual peak. I was pounding into my little girl with all of the force and speed that I possessed. Her hips continued to rise up to meet my thrusting cock as she continued to moan. She clutched with all of her strength as she moved wildly beneath me. WE WERE FUCKING!!!!

“...Kay dadddddddd, okay, do it, pleasssse...” she cried, as if she were pleading with me. Her hands moved down to grasp my ass as I pushed my cock in and out of her sweet love hole. I was pounding in and out of her and she was moving just as frantically beneath me. Damn, she was just as eager to fuck as I was! She continued moaning and then began muttering, “Oh God, daddy it’s happening again - - that feeling! Oh dad do me - - harder, OH, OH, GOD! You’re making it happen!!!”

Suddenly the force won out and I was blasting into her hot depths. Her pussy was starting to squeeze my cock as I felt my orgasm start to flow from the base of my cock. I was cumming in my own daughter as she groaned and writhed about beneath me. I was guessing that she too was climaxing at the same time. My little girl was lost in the intensity of her orgasm as she continued to forcefully buck her hips while her pussy squeezed my incestuous juices from my swollen cock. Finally we held our bodies tightly together as my flesh throbbed deep in her tight, wet pussy.

The self-recriminations started shortly thereafter. What kind of man fucks a 13-year-old girl? What kind of man fucks his own daughter? What kind of man purposely impregnates her? And yes, that’s what I did.

Yet I justified everything that happened by the tragedy that followed:

My wife never came out of the hospital.

 

The End