My name is John Ruby. I am married to a cold, but attractive woman
named Beth, and have a beautiful daughter named Susan. I guess it's not
a new story. Beth and I met when we were 15, fucked often, and got
pregnant. We thought we were in love, well sort of, and I wanted to do
the right thing. Our parents refused at first, but 3 weeks before the
due date, gave their consent, and we were married.
 
 
Beth and I had both planned to go to school. But we could not afford it
on our own. Her parents were better off than mine, and they paid for her
education. I stayed home with Susan. My dream was to be a Journalist and
maybe write a novel or two. I was 21 years old when I finished my first
book. It was a Dungeons and Dragon tale that did surprisingly well. I
write about less than perfect heroes, shattered dreams, broken promises
and barely recognized lusts. Throw in a she-deviil and an innocent
princess in mortal danger, and you've got a story that people seem to
enjoy. The pay was not great but damn, I was an Author! I soon found
work writing short stories, and articles for D&D magazine, and later for
their web site.
 
 It was enough that I could feed my family and rent to own a three
bedroom home. Beth worked part time while she was in school, and with
the occasional helping hand from our parents, we were fine. For fun I
hone my writing under various pen names on the internet, including this
one (my most popular) Jaz1701.
 
 If you've read my other stories then you know I have a thing for rape
and incest stories that are written a certain way. I am 30 now, and have
enjoyed force, submission tales since I was a kid, certainly long
beforeI met my wife or my daughter.
 
 
 While I was establishing myself at D&D Beth was finishing law school
school. By the time I published my third book, she had landed a job at
Pierce, Whitman, and Doyle, a prestigious law firm in CT. It was a 45
minute commute to our home in Voorhees NJ. Beth was smart, worked hard,
and thanks in part to her father's connections did well. Unfortunately
the amount of time she had to devote to her schooling and then her
career left very little for me and Susan.
 
 I was still attracted to her physically. I enjoyed fucking my wife. I
still got a thrill out of making her grunt, seeing her eyes snap open,
and then glaze over in shock as I fucked my fat cock into her barely
willing, slightly wet snatch.
 
 She was a good lay but not very adventurous. She did not particularly
like oral sex, and Anal was completely out. You may not be able to
understand this but, well here goes. As my wife and I loved each other
less, I enjoyed fucking her more. I'd pin her beneath me, spread her
demure ladylike legs wide, and hold them open. I loved looking at her
tight, and tasty pussy. Sniffing it obscenely. I'd lick her juices,
enjoying her thin sneer of disgust, of uncontrolled lust. I loved
sucking her cunt in the morning, or after an intense workout. When she
wasn't fresh, when she was sweaty and slightly stinky. Her embarrassment
was exciting. Making her cum, scream out in a joy that she usually
denied me was a small triumph I know, but I savored it. My absolute
favorite was to pin my snobbish little wife beneath me, to fuck her just
a little bit harder, and a lot longer than I should. Not quite enough
that she could complain, but the thought of her forced submission still
makes me hard, still brings a snicker and a grin to my eyes when I think
about it.
 
 You see I liked to humble her with my thick cock. I'd imagine that I
was raping her, that I was looking her in the eye and ripping away her
virginity. Sometimes I'd chuckle to myself as I forced her to orgasm.
I'd get hard as I thrust inside my victim. I pretended she was begging
me for mercy, screaming in fear while I raped my wife all night. Our sex
was so "love-less" it was easy to imagine that it was rape.
 
Oh don't worry I made sure she came plenty. Beth was a wet, juicy, sexy
mess when I finished licking her tits and fucking her cunt. But as soon
as it was over, as soon as we came, she wanted my cock out of her. I
knew that, but I always made her ask me. I always stayed inside her,
kissing her unresponsive mouth while I was half hard in her pussy.
 
 She was a proud woman, and hated doing that. She always tried to give
subtle clues, quiet hints. I ignored them. I'd grab a tit in my hand and
one in my mouth and slobber on her, pinch her. Pretending that I did it
for her pleasure. If she left me inside her slick pussy long enough I'd
get hard again. At times She'd try to wiggle out from under me, but I
was too strong. I'd hold her down and fuck her. Other times she'd remain
perfectly still, trying to demonstrate her lack of interest. That was
the best.
 
 I love staying still inside an unwilling vagina. Feeling her most
private warmth, her most intimate caress, involuntarily attempt to expel
my invader. Either way, when round two began she would become frustrated
and usually mutter something like "Honestly John, not again..."
 
("Yes bitch, again, heh, giggle, snicker snort, chuckle, grin. I'll fuck
you as long as I damned well pleae you cold bitch. This is all you are
good fo, so shut up, and take my meat, and LIKE it, slut!" I'd think to
myself as I dripped my sweat, spittle, and sperm on and inside my wife a
second time.")
 
 In reality I knew she wanted me to leave her alone when we were done,
but I'd caress her clit, and fumble with her ass like an amateur until
she'd ask me to leave her pussy alone in an exasperated tone. She had to
say the words like a good litle girl. She had to ask me for permission.
It was just our little ritual, a joke between lovers.  Staying inside
her longer than I was welcome gave our sex a spicy, rapey flavor that I
enjoyed.
 
 Beth knew another child would ruin her career. By the time I put a
condom on, and she added some spermicide, the spontaneity, and romance
was usually gone. Add in the fact that she was mentally and physically
exhausted most of the time and well, we just began to drift apart. Over
time, the rape fantasies were all I had left, the only good, healthy
connection we had.
 
 It was a slow process, it took years before we admitted it to
ourselves, and even longer before we could say it out loud. I was
staying with her for our daughter's sake. I believe she was staying with
me for her career's. It was still an old boy's club. Bad enough she had
a child, and was forced to marry at 16, but to have that marriage fail,
to be divorced at 25--would be career suicide.
 
 So our marriage hobbled along.
 
 Occasionally we were happy, rarely sad. Usually we were bored, with
each other. As much fun as it was to mock-rape Beth it was nowhere near
as good as true love. If you have ever fucked a woman who is simply
limp, who merely endures you...it's pathetic. No matter how good the sex
is it makes you feel dirty. Cumming inside a person who really does not
want you is like pissing, it's just fluid. I needed more, and to be
honest so did she. We both wanted to be loved, to feel close to the
persn we were fucking. That was impossible for us.
 
 My daughter Susan was growing up. She was understandably a daddy's
girl. Oh she loved her mother, respected her, but they were not close.
By the time my wife reached out for her it was too late. She was a
teenager, While not a stranger, her mother was more like a benevolent
aunt, an old family friend. Beth realized the coolness but instead of
fighting for her daughter's love, threw herself into work even more.
 
 When Beth turned 30 she was given a raise and a significant promotion.
I still made good money (45 to 50,000), but this was the first time she
made more than me...a lot more.
 
"John I think it is time we talked. We've both seen this coming for a
long time. I think it's time we consider a legal separation. I hope we
can be civilized about this. If you give me the Mercedes, I'll move out,
and we can split our bills and bank account 50/50. I think it would make
sense if you have primary custody of Susan for now. I'll want monthly
visitation and alternating holidays. If we keep this simple I can draw
up the paperwork myself and we can avoid the expense of hiring lawyers."
 
 She had obviously rehearsed it. It was calm, cool logical, just like my
Beth. I did not hate her. But, well still it hurt. I had loved this
woman once (well close enough), spent half of my life as her husband,
and it was over. Her firm had Apts. that Partners and Sr. associates
could use.
 
  She moved out the next day.
 
Like any kid Susan was upset she was a sensitive 14 yr. old. "Dad is mom
ever coming back, there's still a chance right. It's only a separation
right?"
 
 "I'm sorry sweetie, your mom and I both love you very much, and we
still care about each other, we always will. It's just...well it's just
time we both moved on. I want your mom to be happy, and she wants the
same for me."
 
I hugged my daughter tight and she had a good cry. That night she made a
strange request.
 
 "Dad, I can't sleep. Can I get in bed with you, please."
 
  It was an innocent request, from the person I love most in the world.
She was in pain and needed her daddy. I had a king size bed...so I
figured why not. Susan scrambled into bed next to me. My daughter had on
one of my old t-shirts and pair of panties. Her nipples were clearly
visible, but...she was my daughter. She gave me a hug and a kiss good
night. I expected her to move away, to her own side. But she did not.
She shifted, and snuggled and nestled close to me, for warmth, for
comfort.
 
I could smell her, I could feel her small breasts burning into me. She
lifted my arm and draped it over her, and it rested on her firm round
ass. It had been so long since I felt loved like this. Since a woman
wanted my touch, needed to feel me. I drifted off to sleep with a smile
on my face.
 
  I awoke the next morning, happy and relaxed. It did not last. Somehow
while we were sleeping I had spooned my daughter. My underwear were
crusty and damp, my cock was hard and pressed tight into her panties. My
hands covered both of her tits possessively. I realized that the reason
I woke up was because I was about to cum. Hard. I tried to stop it, but
I was too far gone. "No, oh shit, noo!" I screamed to myself as I abused
my daughter's trust. I felt another load of cum seep onto her ass. My
hands closed on her fat baby tits and pinched them. My cock kept
thrusting, harder, faster, deeper. Somewhere in the middle, she woke up.
 
"Daddy? What are you doing? Daddy are you ok?" I could not think of
anything, I was so ashamed, and frightened. My wife was a lawyer
ferchrissakes! If she found out, she'd destroy me. So I did the only
thing I could think of, I pretended I was asleep. I mumbled aloud, "I
love you Beth, please don't leave me..." and then pretended to drift off
to sleep.
 
My daughter grew still. My hands stayed on her young tits, and my semi
hard cock was wedged in her panties. A part of me relished the fact that
she was awake, that she silently endured her daddy's hands on her tits,
his cock and cum on her ass. That's how it started.
 
 My daughter never said a word to me the next day about me cumming, or
squeezing her tits. When I woke up the next morning she had gone
downstairs to fix my breakfast.
 
 I came in the kitchen and she gave me a hug, and a shy smile.
 
 "Morning Sweetie, mmm that was the best night's sleep I've had in a
long while. How about you, did you enjoy sleeping with you old dad?" I
asked as I bent down and kissed her lightly, rubbing my tongue across
her lips briefly, before picking her up by her arm pits and clutching
her to me, keeping her there by supporting her ass like a little girl.
 
 "She seemed surprised by my affection, but said, um yeah dad, I slept
pretty good. Uh, I'm glad you enjoyed me, um sleeping with me, er
sleeping next to me...daddy put me down and I'll get you some coffee".
 
Slowly I let her tits and pussy slide down my body. Her crotch rested on
my hard on for several seconds as I hugged her  and hard, rubbing into
her. I kissed her again, and gave her ass a squeze and a firm pat.
 "Thanks, daddy could use something hot to drink. Bring it over here and
you can sit on daddy's lap while we read the paper together."
 
 "Uh...um ok daddy. I'll be right there. "

  Over the next few months my Daughter became the woman of my house the
woman of my life. She cooked and cleaned. She hugged me and actually
gave a damn when I talked to her, she listened. She was everything her
mother was not. My cock seeed to fit naturally into her. Her body was
the perfect height and weight for me. She spent a lot of time in my lap,
sitting on my dick.
 
We never spoke of it, I just accepted, expected my daughter's presence
in my bed. Once a week or so she just needed her daddy. I looked forward
to it. We'd snuggle up tight, and somewhere in the night I'd cum I'd
bury my cock in her panty clad cunt, or sweet little ass, and fuck her.
I'd pretend I was sleeping, I knew she was awake. I'd just ram her as
hard as I could, hold her, squeeze her until I came. Sometimes I'd rub
her pussy through her gown, or frantically reach inside for bare tit
meat. I'd always mumble something like, " Oh Beth I love you, I need you
baby, let me have you, don't leave me, please, I love you..."
 
 I'd dry-fuck my 15 yr. old, hold her in my arms while I rested, and
then fuck the sweet little angel again, and if possible, again.
 
 I'm not stupid, I knew what I was doing was irregular. The feelings I
had for my daughter were not completely proper for a daddy to have. I
almost always felt a twinge of guilt the next morning. She never said a
word, never questioned why my hands cupped her, why my cock was so hard.
Maybe she really slept through it all, I'd lie to myself. Maybe she
thought it was normal. I'd think , "Maybe she liked it, after all she
came to MY bed. She did not have to do that. "
 
 I don't know how long things might have continued if she had not had
her accident.
 
It was stupid really. She was coming home from school and a kid was
riding his bike. Neither one was paying attention. She saw him right
before he hit her, and jumped into the street to avoid him. The truck
that hit her ripped tendons in her hip, severely bruised her ankle. She
required 27 sitches in her left leg, and broke her arm.
 
  My wife arrived at the hospital two hours after I did. She was
concerned and appeared to be mildly irritated at the interruption. Once
she found out Susan would live, and require minimal hospitalization she
seemed ready to leave. I called her on it
 
"Beth we are still married, your daughter is going to need help. She
needs you. Surely you are coming home. You can move back in for a few
weeks, can't you?"
 
 "John I'm sorry but I have opening arguments tomorrow morning on a
major trial. On of our largest clients is being brought up on charges of
tax evasion. If I win he will give all of his legal concerns to our
firm. That's millions of dollars per year. I'll make Jr. Partner. I have
to focus. If Susan was dying it would be different. I need you to handle
this. I'll check in when I can. Thanks John," she said as she kissed me
on the cheek and left.
 
The doctor's decided to keep her in the hospital for 2 days of
observation. Her left hip was severely bruised and swollen.  She had
twisted her right ankle pretty bad. Her right arm and wrist were clean
breaks. She had a mild concussion and less severe bruises on her chest
and back, and the jagged tear on her leg looked nasty. The kid was a
pitiful, painful mess--but she would be fine, eventually.
 
 Her doctor felt she was well enough to go home after two days so our
HMO would not pay for her to stay. I was alone with a 15 yr. old girl
who could not dress, shower or go to the bathroom unassisted. It sure
would have been nice (real fucking nice) to have a loving wife/mother
there to help.
 It was clear that Susan felt the same way. The separation and pending
divorce were bad enough. But She felt her mom would be there when she
really needed her.
 
We were both wrong.
 
 To be fair, Beth did call once. She even planned to stop by to check on
her that first day but Susan said she was too tired to see "visitors."
 
 And. That. Was.That.
 
 The first night I brought her home was an experience. She could not
walk unassisted. The Doctor had given her a powerful controlled medicine
for pain. It made her dizzy and sleepy. I carried her to her bed, and
sat down.
 
  "Honey are you hungry can I get you anything? Some water, a glass of
juice?"
 
 "No dad I'm tired just wanna go to bed."
 
 "Ok let me help you get undressed sweetie."  We were both
uncomfortable, I was very nervous at first. My hands were trembling as I
stripped my little girl. The sweater wasn't too bad. It buttoned  down
the front. It felt awkward peeling open her shirt, exposing her bra to
me. I could not help but brush my fingers across her padded nipples. So
soft, so silky . "Do you want daddy to take off your bra...ok baby I'll
leave it on for now," I said in mild disappointment.
 
  Next I laid her down and pulled her jeans off. It was not easy. Her
hip was jostled and she cried out in pain. I vowed right thenthat she
would be as close to naked as possible, so long as I was
dressing/undressing her. After all it was just us, why should I have to
cause her pain?
 
When I pulled her jeans down, I accidentally pulled her panties down
too.  Susan was so out of it, from pain and drugs, she did not realize
it but her pussy mound was exposed to me.  I stared at her puffy, pouty,
pussy lips and licked mine. So tender, so delectable. I decided it was
easier to pull them all the way off, rather than embarrass her by
calling attention to her lack of panties..
 
 Then I pulled the sheet over her, and kissed her gently. "Sleep well
angel-baby, daddy is here".
 
About 3 hours later I heard a noise, it was my daughter. I had drifted
off to a deep sleep while watching TV. She had apparently been calling
me for some time and was quite frantic.
 
 "What is it sweetie, I'm sorry what do you need."
 
"Dad where were you, hurry I have to go, I have to pee, NOWW!"
 
 One bathroom was downstairs, the other was in the master bedroom. I
tried to help her out of the bed, to guide her as she hobbled towards my
bathroom at the end of the long hallway.
 
  It was too slow.

  "Dad please, I'm not gonna make it, help me!" I picked my half naked
daughter up and ran for the bathroom. We almost made it.
        "Oh, oh...no, shit. Oh my god daddy I'm so sorry, I can't help
it", my 15 yr. old cried in shame as she wet herself. Jets of her piss
sprayed me, dripping on me, drenching my clothes as I carried her. I
jumped into the shower and held her tight as she wet me.
        "It's ok baby it's not your fault. I'm the one who fell asleep.
Go on and pee Susan, daddy does not mind, let it out. I love you baby
girl. I love you."
 
The hand I was supporting her ass with  was slippery and wet. She was
sobbing uncontrollably now, humiliated that she had pissed on her
father. She did not notice as I slipped two fingers in her pussy, to
help hold her lips open, as her yellow stream continued to flow.
 
We stood there for a couple minutes, My hands were still under her ass,
my fingers in her sopping pussy, dripping in warm piss. I never felt
closer to my daughter than I did in that moment. I rocked her, told her
that it was ok, that I loved her and did not mind a bit. She just kept
sobbing.  I couldn't think of anything else to do. I wanted to stop her
tears, to take her mind off of it. So I bent down and kissed her mouth
hard. It was a long, wet hungry kiss. I sucked her tongue, nibbled her
lips as I massaged her damp pussy, and hugged her tight.
 
She stopped in mid sob, she was completely surprised.
 
"Dad...?"
 
"Susan I want you to listen very carefully to me. I am your daddy. I
love you very much. You will not ever be embarrassed in front of me
again. Over the next few weeks I will see you naked plenty of times. I'm
allowed to. I will touch, and carress, and fondle every part of you. It
is natural. I will spread your legs, open and wash your little pussy,
and help you wipe your ass. I will be dressing and undressing you, If I
need to I'll put you in diapers and change them. I've done it before,
and I can do it again. I absolutely love you and I WANT to take care of
you. It hurts me to think you are embarrassed in front of me. Of course,
it's only fait if I get to see you naked, get to touch your privates,
you have the right to do the same to me.  After all you are the woman of
the house now. Now, are we clear...good. Then lets get us both cleaned
up. If you hold onto the rail can you stand, support yourself?"
 
 I set my daughter down and unsnapped her bra. Her perky tits jiggled a
little in greeting.  Then I quickly took my piss soaked clothes off and
turned on the shower. I could not help getting hard, as the warm water
ran over us. I took the liquid soap and began lathering Susan up with my
hands. I rinsed her face and neck and then moved to her stomach, thighs,
arms and feet. We both knew what was coming. I started with her breasts.
I soaped them gently, rubbed them lightly. Soon I was playing with her
pert nipples. Susan's legs buckled once and she nearly fell.
        "Susan honey lean back against daddy"
        She did, She jumped a little when she felt my cock bouncing
around outside her pussy but she stayed there like a good girl. My arms
circled her waist and I cupped both her breasts while pressing into her
from behind. She felt so good.  Slowly I soaped her lower belly and
played with her pussy lips. Then I dipped a finger inside her cunt. It
was gripping and clenching me hard. I washed Susan's pussy until she
came in my hands.
 
"Dad, ooh oh god, oh daddy...what are you doing. Please, wait, what are
you doing to me!"
 
   "Shh baby, you need to get used to daddy washing you, touching you.
You're just a little sensitive down there. Let's try it some more until
you settle down I have to take care of you. you still seem tense. Daddy
is going to relax you while he cleans you. Get used to my touch baby.
Concentrate on daddy's fingers inside of you.  Daddy can touch you
anywhere and it is ok. It's not dirty when it's your daddy. Don't move,
relax. Give me your body. Re-la-x, shh baby let me have you," I said as
I massaged and soaped my 15 yr. old daughter's clit and rubbed her pussy
for several minutes.
 
 I wasn't through yet. I needed to clean her butt too. I peeled her
sweet ass apart and soaped my cock real good. Then I ran it up and down
the crack of her ass, deep inside her tight, delicious buns. I did not
pierce her anus, just soaped her buns good with my beefy dick. My finger
was still in her pussy, as I half fucked her ass. My cock was pressed
tight against the entrance of her butt-ring and the head somehow,
accidentally slipped inside just a half inch. I grabbed both her buns,
and squeezed them tight, I molded her butt cheeks around my cock.
        My cock started squirting, leaking semen into my daughter's ass.
I tried not to jerk, not to slam it home. I managed not to rape her ass.
I just filled her tender butt with my cum. My hands reached around her.
One on her tit, and one in her cunt, as I pulled her snug against me.
 
  "There baby, daddy is getting you nice and clean. You are so soft, so
wet, daddy is going to keep you clean. Every day I'm going to wash you
good, just like this. Do you like it Susan, do you like the way your
daddy cleans you"
 
  "Um I don't know, I feel strange, it feels good but it feels kind of
weird having your, uh thing inside me, and your finger keeps rubbing my
vagina. Is this normal dad. I feel so funny."

   I had already cum but Susan was teetering on the edge again. She was
close, so close. I decided to teach her a lesson.
 
 "Ok baby if you feel funny we better stop. you are clean now anyway.
Daddy is going to get you dry."
 
  Susan had a look of confused frustration as I pulled out of her ass
and released her tits and privates. She was cold as my warmth left her.
But part of her seemed relieved.
        "My bed is closest to the bathroom, and I need to be able to
hear you if you call for help. You might as well sleep with me until you
feel better. So you don't wet yourself again.  "
 
  "Um, ok dad. I guess that makes sense, she said in a shy, humble
voice. She was still embarassed, and shaking from multiple orgasms.
 
   I helped her out of the shower then and dried her off lightly. I
Iliked the way she looked dripping and wet. I picked her up then and
carried her to my bed, cold and shivering.
 
My daughter and I  were still naked.
 
"Um, dad...I need some clothes, er and so do you..."
 
   "I'm going to sleep in the nude tonight, but you need to put
something on. Susan with your hip and broken arm we need something very
loose, easy to get on and off when I dress you. It does not make sense
to deal with a bra and panties every day. Your mom has some old
nightgowns in the dresser over there. You decide which ones you want to
wear.
 
 I picked out three of Beth's skimpiest, flimsiest see through lingerie
from happier times and laid them out for Susan to choose from. She
settled on a black semi see through satin gown. It was low cut and the
breast cups were a mesh pattern that showed lots of nipple. Susan
blushed as I helped her put it on. I did not bother putting anything on
as we both settled into my bed.
 
 "Good night daddy," she said as she moved her head to kiss my cheek.
She was surprised when I did not let her, but gave a perfunctory , "Good
night Susan, get some rest".
 
  Cool satin, on wet skin+air conditioner made Susan very chilly. It was
only natural that she seek the nearest source of warmth, me.
 
  "Susan honey, move over a little bit, give daddy some room."
 
  "But dad I'm cold, can I snuggle with you.
 
    "Honey, usually I would not mind...um but well Daddy misses mommy
tonight. He is a little lonely and it might be a little embarrassing for
both of us if you get too close."
 
  Susan got very quiet then. She had an idea what I meant, after all she
had felt my cock before, she had slept with me when I came on her body
(uh, in my sleep). She had heard me mumble my love for her mother, and
knew what I would do. She knew what it felt like to have me inside her
ass, to have my hands playing her tits, my finger in her young cunt,
tickling her cit.  I was naked now, and she was nearly so. My daughter
knew what would happen if she snuggled with me tonight. I was going to
take her virginity. I was going to make love to her.  I was going to
spread her open, climb betwen her legs and fuck her till she bled, fuck
he until she came. She was curious, and horny from her aborted orgasm a
few minutes ago, so she decided to risk it.
 
 "Dad, I am cold, and you are my dad. I  trust ou. You just said I
should not be embarrassed around you, doesn't that go both ways?"
 
 I pretended to think about it, sighed and said, "Ok sweetie, if you are
sure. Daddy is a man and he has needs, but I'm a little chilly too. I'll
be so gentle If you can handle it so can I.
 
 I moved over closer to my daughter and kissed her lightly on the lips
for about 30 seconds.
 
 She kissed me back , determined to prove she could take it.
 
  "There did that help warm you up...good. Now lets snuggle up nice and
tight."
 
    I spooned my daughter and put my arms around her waist. Slowly my
hands massaged and caressed my way to her round little tits. I cupped
them and squashed them. Her breathing changed  but she did not complain.
I pulled the hem of her nightgown up so her bare bottom was resting on
my cock. I slowly stroked her breasts while I pushed my meat in the
valley of her ass. She was whimpering now, and trembling slightly. I
could smell her arousal.
 
  "Are you ok honey, are you warming up now. Daddy likes the feel of
your soft, smooth, warm skin against him. I'm going to take this gown
off you. You can sleep on Daddy's tummy. I'll keep you nice and toasty."
 
  Gently, carefully I eased my daughter's body on top of mine I spread
her out, her tits mashed flat on my chest, my cock peeked up between her
legs and the shaft of it rested against her pussy. She was dripping
pretty good now, and I was leaking precum all over her pussy. and ass. I
loved the feel of her small soft body resting on top of me. She belonged
here, locked in my arms. It was more than sexual. It was meant to be. I
was her daddy, and I had the right to fuck her. To be her lover, her
man. Deep inside I believed that, I knew that it was truth. But here is
the strange part. I knew that fucking her would change everything.
 
 Taking her virginity would end her innocence. It would be a greedy,
selfish act. Because of her injuries no matter how gentle I was, I would
still hurt her. Never mind the tearing, the ripping of her virginity.
Her injured leg,  arm,hip and ankle would detract from her enjoyment
significantly.
 
  But it was more than that. This was my daughter. It was a beautiful,
sacred, holy trust. I wanted to be just her daddy for a little while
longer. The pureness of it, the simplicity of her love was something I
would not easily surrender. Yes she was sexy, yes I wanted to ram my
cock in her cunt, in her ass, to suck her tits, to fuck her into
submission. I admit that I wanted to train her, to teach her how to
please me. I needed to discover her most intimate secrets, how togive
her body maximum pleasure. I am only human, I admit it.
 
But I chose not to make love to my baby girl that night. It seemed wrong
somehow. It is difficult to put into words. Somehow I just sensed that
fucking my daughter was in some way, not quite...right. I would wait
until she was a little older, until she was healthy, and ready for me. I
did not stop our love, I simply paused it, I set it on simmer, and let
her stew in her own juices for a while.
 
 She seemed a little disappointed at first. But then the hazy gaze of
lust disapated and her look of pure love returned.  Slowly she realized
that daddy was just going to hold her. That she would still be my
virgin, little girl. My cock was still throbbing, and Susan's sweet
little pussy trickled her contentment as it snuggled and squeezed around
her daddy's love.
 
  My hands lightly scratched and squeezed and massaged her ass. Her face
was buried in my chest as she sucked my nipple for comfort.
 
"I love you daddy, I love you so much," she said as she drifted off to
sleep.

        My cock finally erupted, as I shot load after load of fresh cum
straight in the air. Some bathed the outside of my daughter's pussy,
most spewed on her back and ass. I scooped it up and rubbed it on her
face and mouth.
 
  "Soon little one. I am going to fuck you very soon, " I promised
myself, promised us both, as I hugged Susan tight. My index finger slid
into her anus, and my left middle finger slipped inside her pussy, where
they belonged.
 
 I kissed the top of her head and said "Daddy loves you too Sweetness.
Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite."
 
 AUTHOR'S NOTE
 
Usually it takes me a month or two to recharge between stories. This one
(ahem) came to me as I was concluding the story I posted last week. It's
the literary equivalent of staying hard for a second round. If I was a
little bit younger I might try for a hat trick. I did a Bro/sis, last
week. Now a father/daughter. Mmm a good mother/son would feel
nice...Shit I can't quite get it up. The spirit is willing but the dick
is weak. Hmmm maybe if I play with it (ah the story that is) a little I
could write just one more before I take a break. Then again,
yawn...zzzz. It's just a fucking story. I'm tired. Good night. Sleep
tight...
 
 There, now I can rest easy.