Message-ID: <24719asstr$961135826@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Message-ID: <20000616022647.53667.qmail@hotmail.com>
From: "peter abelard" <abelard_fra@hotmail.com>
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed
Subject: {ASSM} Abelard/NewStory/Darcy/MfF/inc.cons
Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2000 02:10:26 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/24719>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, gill-bates

Darcy (Mf,and eventually,F,cons,inc)
(C) 2000
by Abelard

[Warning: If it is illegal for you to read sex stuff, my condolences, but 
fuck off. The events depicted in this story are performed strictly in the 
imagination of a professional. No not try this shit at home. If you read on, 
please maintain at least one hand on your controls at all times. If you 
wanna' publish this story for profit, ya' better ask me first. Finally, tell 
me what you think at <<Abelard_fra@hotmail.com>>.]

A father and his 12 year old daughter find romance.  But where is mom?

				DARCY

The day had been warm, and we were all still in tee shirts and shorts.  Now, 
as the campfire dwindled, the cool of the evening was descending upon us, 
and it was almost dark.  A couple of the younger children from the 
neighborhood of summer cottages were still toasting marshmallows, and we had 
just about exhausted our supply of campfire songs.  Darcy was snuggled up 
close on my right on the split log bench, her curly light brown hair 
occasionally brushing my arm. Her mother smiled down benevolently from her 
wheelchair on the porch of our cottage.

I drew Darcy closer to me protectively and felt the cool skin on her slim 
little upper arm.   As I snuggled her in, her left arm dropped casually over 
my thigh and between my legs.  She clasped my knee while her upper arm 
pressed on my groin.  Involuntarily I felt my cock begin to swell as she 
swayed to the tune we were singing.  Ten minutes later, when we got to 
"There's a Long, Long Trail Awinding" (into the land of my dreams), our 
traditional goodnight song, my hardon was aching.

I guess it is wrong to yearn for you own daughter, especially if she is only 
twelve, but there it is. I couldn't help it.  Darcy is so light and lithe, 
so smart and sassy, so just plain beautiful, that she melts my heart and 
stiffens my cock with her every move.  The fact that my wife, Mary, has been 
incapacitated for the past three months from an automobile accident does 
nothing to relieve my libido, of course. Do I feel guilty?  A little.  Will 
I rape my daughter? Not in a million years. Would I gently initiate her into 
the joys of sex? ...Maybe... if she were willing... Meanwhile, I can't help 
becoming aroused whenever I'm near her.

At that moment, Darcy got up slowly and sat sideways in my lap, so my 
erection pressed against her right hip. The cool skin on the backs of her 
legs below her shorts felt smooth as silk on my own bare thighs.  I felt a 
surge of desire as she draped her soft thin arms around my neck and yawned 
sleepily into my chest. I pulled her hair aside and kissed the back of her 
neck.

Trying to hide my arousal from the rest of the people around the dying fire, 
I picked Darcy up, all seventy-three pounds of her, and stepped into the 
shadows behind the group.  I hoped Darcy's dangling legs would cover my 
erection as I circled the fire and carried her into our summer cottage.

As we climbed the three stairs to the porch, Darcy mumbled, "'Night, Mom." 
Mary smiled up at us from her wheelchair and patted Darcy on the leg as we 
passed. Alice, Mary's sister, who had been keeping her company on the porch 
during the campfire, got up to leave.

"Goodnight, all," she trilled, as she turned on a flashlight and made her 
way through the woods to her own cottage some fifty yards down the bay.

I carried Darcy up the stairs to her second floor bedroom.  Darcy and I were 
sleeping in the two bedrooms upstairs while Mary, because of her wheelchair 
and because she was too delicate yet to share a bed, slept in the guest room 
downstairs.

Until she was about ten, I usually put Darcy to bed, so it seemed only 
slightly awkward now.  But she was so `little girl' drowsy tonight that it 
felt entirely natural. I found her nightie and then made her stand on her 
bed while I stripped her shorts and underpants down.  Standing on her bed, 
she was about the same height as I was, and she drooped over on me, trying 
to rest her head on my shoulder.  I managed to get her upright again while I 
lifted her tee shirt over her head.

For a moment, in the soft light of the wood paneled room, Darcy was 
completely nude, stretching up, her hands still caught in the tee shirt 
above her head.  It was all I could do not to open my fly right there and 
rub myself against her beautiful little girl skin.  You could count the 
hairs on her pudendum.  Her cunt itself was plump and reddish. The slit was 
a clearly defined valley between puffy ridges. Fleetingly, it occurred to me 
that, if she were older, I would swear that she was sexually aroused 
herself. Above her cunt, her flat stomach was accented by pointy hipbones, 
and her chest was just budding.  Her nipples and aureole were swelling and 
enlarging, her breasts themselves were slightly raised and softly defined.

When her tee was finally off, she smiled coyly at me, and encircled my neck 
with her arms, drawing me close so that we were touching from her shoulders 
to her knees. My erection fit exactly in the depression between her thighs, 
so that the head of my cock poked longingly at her crotch. Sleepily, almost 
unconsciously it seemed, she reached down and clasped my pulsing hardon.  
Just for a few seconds...just a little squeeze and rub...almost as if she were 
measuring me, pinky and thumb extended...and then she slid her hand off me and 
took the nightie from me.  She slipped it on and slid under the covers even 
before the magnitude of what had just happened had fully registered with me. 
As the electricity went through me, Darcy smiled sleepily up at me.

I automatically bent to kiss her goodnight.  "I love you, Daddy," she 
crooned.

I spent a rather sleepless night thinking about that one little grope.  
Clearly it was intentional, but was she awake enough to know what she was 
really doing?  I doubted it, even as I tried to hold myself exactly as she 
had held me.  Slowly, I masturbated, alone in my upstairs bedroom, in the 
glow of that one little elfin touch.

We have always been an open family, especially since Mary's accident.  Mary, 
confined to a wheelchair as she is requires some serious physical help, so 
both Darcy and I are used to helping Mary into the bath, helping her dress, 
etc. We have gotten very casual about nudity around each other.

Even before Mary's accident, however, we were always a family for whom 
discussing bodily functions and sexual matters was fairly easy and open.  
Therefore, I felt relatively comfortable, when Darcy and I started talking 
the next morning.  We were on the dock, she lying on her back on a towel in 
a shimmery, pink, string bikini, catching the morning sun, and I sitting in 
an old Adirondack chair, pretending to read a novel while, in reality, I 
admired the slow rise and fall of Darcy's flat little tummy and pointy 
little tits.

I started by saying, "Darce, about last night."

"Yeah, wasn't that one of the best campfires ever?" she jumped in. Once more 
I marveled at her light but husky voice. Sort of Debra Winger, but younger. 
She always sounded just a little hoarse, and VERY sexy.

"Yes, it was a very good campfire, Darce, but I am talking about after..."

Darcy blushed and looked up at me from under her light brown curls. Clearly 
she knew exactly what I was referring to.  "Oh, well, um, see, I, um, I was 
just curious, you know?  I could see that you had an, um, an erection, 
Daddy, and I just, like, wanted to know, you know, what it felt like.  I'm 
sorry, Daddy, I won't do it again...but, how come you had one?  An erection, I 
mean?"

Well, I wasn't too sure what all Darcy knew about the matter, so I asked, 
"Do you know why men get erections?"

"Oh sure, Daddy, it's to make babies.  We learned about it last year in 
sixth grade Health. Plus, Mom told me all about it.  A man gets an erection, 
he puts it in a woman's vagina, and his seed comes out. It goes into the 
woman, and, if it's the right time of the month, she gets pregnant, and has 
a baby. `Course, I don't get periods yet, so I'm not old enough to get 
pregnant.

"Clinical, but accurate, sugar."

"So, last night you had an erection.  Did you and mom...?"

  "No, honey, your mom is still too banged up by the accident to have sex 
yet.  Besides, men get erections other times too, not just when they are 
about to make babies.  We get erections when we are just sexually excited by 
someone very pretty.  Even though we know we can't have sex with them, we 
still get erections."

Darcy was no dummy.  "Wow...so...like, what you're saying is, that you got an 
erection last night for ME, Daddy?"

I groaned.  "Yeah, well, Darce, the quick answer is yes.  But the full 
answer is yes, but."

Darcy's eyes were bright, "Yes but, what?"

"But I would never, ever, do anything to hurt you, so my erections for you 
are meaningless."

"OH, NO, DADDY, they are NOT meaningless."  She paused and looked up at me 
from under her brows. Her next sentence riveted me.  I will remember it 
forever. She said in her shy, husky voice, "I don't mind if I make you get 
erections, Daddy."

Then she jumped up and hugged me.  We both moved so we were sitting on the 
end of the dock with our feet swirling in the water.

When my throat relaxed enough to speak, I said, "Thank you, Sugar.  I do 
love you very much, and sometimes I do get sexually excited by you." I guess 
I should have added something like, 'but that doesn't mean I would 
ever...etc.' but I stopped with "I do get sexually excited by you."

Darcy was quiet for a minute and then she said, blushingly, "You, know, 
Daddy, I have a confession to make.  I get feeling hot and sexy too.   Of 
course, I don't get a big stiff erection like you do, I get... well you 
probably know all this about girls...  but I get wet, and puffy, and the lips 
of my vagina begin to split apart a little at the bottom. My friend, Amy 
Joe, calls it a "splitter."  You get an erection, and I get a splitter."  
Then she added slyly, "Um, you didn't know it, Daddy, but last night, when 
you had an erection for me?  I had a splitter for you, too."  Darcy was 
quiet for another second or two and then she confessed, "You know, Daddy, 
just talking about this stuff with you, makes me feel...well, um, I'm having 
one right now.  ...A splitter, I mean."

In fact, I looked and I could see a little wet spot on her pink bikini 
panties, right in her clearly defined slit, between two puffy lips.  Taking 
a quick glance around, I reached over and placed my middle finger along the 
slit, pressing slightly with the tip of my finger at the entrance of her 
vagina. Then I slid my finger slowly up the crack, tracing up her slit, and 
made a small circle at the top about where I figured her clitoris would be.  
Darcy gasped and shuddered, but she didn't pull away.  "Wow, that was 
strong!" she said more hoarsely than usual.

"Well," I said, "now we're even.  We've both had a feel."

"Mmmm," she said, and dived into the lake, leaving me with yet another 
hardon.

I spent the next couple days in a purple haze, watching Darcy from afar; 
Darcy's legs flashing as she ran out the door; Darcy reaching for a peach, 
her boatneck top billowing loose, Darcy tilting her head as she listened to 
something, Darcy smiling, grinning, dancing to some music on the radio.  
And, once, Darcy looking directly at me while she pulled down her panties as 
she walked to the bathroom. As she disappeared she wiggled her tush. My 
yearning made me feel slow and stupid.

Then, on Thursday, Darcy and I decided to go blueberry picking.  Mary was 
all smiles, and promised to make us a blueberry pie if we got enough.  From 
her wheelchair, she made us sandwiches and put some lemonade in a thermos.  
Almost as an afterthought, she had Darcy add a light blanket to the picnic 
basket, so we wouldn't have to sit on the itchy ground while we ate our 
lunch.  Again it was a warm day, and we wore tee shirts and shorts with our 
hiking boots.  The blueberry patch was about a mile down the road, and 
another quarter mile up a gentle hill through an overgrown pasture, at the 
edge of a woods.  As Darcy and I walked to the patch, swinging the picnic 
basket between us, we sang work songs and kicked up dust explosions in the 
dirt road. Just as "John Henry lay down his hammer and he died, Lord, Lord," 
we turned off the road for the ascent to the berry patch.

After we had picked for about an hour, our pails were three quarters full of 
the sweet wild berries. In the heat I had taken off my tee shirt, and Darcy, 
saying, "No fair!" had taken off hers too.  As she did so, she pushed her 
chest out at me and stuck out her tongue, grinning. My picking was slowed 
considerably by my watching the precious swellings of Darcy's little breasts 
wobble ever so slightly under her puffy nipples as she ducked and weaved 
about the berry patch. Sweat was running down her chest, and it was all I 
could do not to go over and lick her clean.

Finally I called a halt to the picking, and we adjourned to the shade at the 
edge of the woods for lunch.  Darcy found a nice mossy spot at the edge of 
the trees and spread the blanket. She didn't bother to put her shirt back 
on. We ate our sandwiches slowly and shared the lemonade from the cap of the 
thermos.  It was still fairly warm in the shade, but cool enough that the 
sweat dried on our bodies.  When we finished our picnic, I lay back and 
looked up at the fleecy little clouds in the sky.  Darcy, still without her 
tee shirt, moved close to me on my left side and did the same.  We began to 
look for shapes in the clouds.  After a few of the usual dragons and 
butterflies, I began to doze in the warm air.

In a little while Darcy propped herself up on an elbow and blew a dandelion 
head at me.  The little white parachutes landed all over my chest, and she 
began to brush them off with her soft hand.  `God help me,' I thought as I 
rolled to her. But I guess God wasn't listening.

We rubbed noses. "Eskimo kiss!" she giggled softly.  I could not help 
myself.  I kissed her lightly on the nose and then on the lips, lingering 
ever so slightly.

Darcy's eyes got wide, and she reached her arms around my neck.  "OH, 
Daddy!" she sighed, and she rubbed her little breasts on my chest.  I was 
lost.  I reached for her soft chest and gently caressed her budding nipples, 
brushing first the fronts of my fingers and then the backs very lightly back 
and forth over them like feathering paint with a paintbrush. Her tits 
wobbled slightly at my caresses.

Darcy smiled and, with an involuntary twitch, her legs opened.  She reached 
down and touched herself in the crotch.  "Oh, Daddy, I've got SUCH a 
splitter.  Here, feel!" and she took my hand and guided it to her sweet 
pubescent pussy.  Of course, I couldn't feel much through her denim shorts, 
and I said so.

Quick as a rabbit, Darcy shucked her shorts and her panties and lay back 
down.  "Now feel, Daddy, feel how hot and wet I am.  Gawd, please touch me, 
Daddy. Please touch my vagina.  Just put your hand there...Okay?"

What father could resist a plea such as this from his sweet little 
twelve-year-old daughter?  Naturally I obliged, and cupped her delicious, 
peach-fuzz topped pudendum, again dropping a middle finger into the warm wet 
slit. This time there was no bathing suit in the way. I felt her soft, 
slippery, silken little cunt.  Darcy sighed, and clung tightly to my neck, 
smothering my face in wet kisses.

At one point she reached down and ascertained that I had a raging boner.  
"OH, Daddy, you DO love me!"

"Sugar, if I loved you any more, I'd explode!" I whispered as I kissed her 
lightly on the left nipple. "But I don't want to do anything to hurt you, 
honey."

"Well, maybe we could just lie close together and hug, Daddy.  I want to 
touch all of your body with all of my body.  It's like I need to press 
against you...especially down here," she said as she touched herself.

I carefully lifted Darcy onto me, so that I lay on my back and she straddled 
me, her palms on my shoulders. Her gangly pubescent legs ran down the sides 
of my body and her slim thighs spread wide over me. I could feel her hot 
little cunt on my chest as I looked up her lean body to see her swelling 
buds and her tousled, light brown hair falling forward as she peered down 
into my face with serious blue eyes.  "Oh, Daddy, I love you, so much!  I 
just want to touch you all over, and feel you all over, and kiss you all 
over.  And I want you to touch me all over...especially right HERE."  And she 
took my hand and guided it to her vagina.  With her legs draped over me, her 
cunt was wide open.  I reached around behind her and slowly caressed her 
opening from the rear. Slowly, carefully, I began to insert my middle 
finger.  She bent forward and again, smothered my face with wet kisses as 
her light hair fell around my face. I continued to play with her cunt, and 
began again to insert my finger.  Within an inch or so I encountered her 
hymen, and after playing with her briefly, I withdrew my hand.

Soon she hunched herself backward until she was riding my cock, dryhumping 
me through my shorts.  As if in a trance, I said, "Wait a minute, honey."  
And I raised my hips and slid my shorts down.  Now the only thing between my 
cock and my daughter's cunt was my underpants, and I could feel the heat and 
wetness of her pubescent urgency as she ground down on my cock.  Still, this 
wasn't satisfactory for her and she panted, "Uh, oh, Daddy, could you, oh, 
could you, umm, could you please take off your underpants?

So I slid my underpants down too, and little Darcy ground away on my bare 
cock.  Her plump little vaginal lips were fully engorged, and my cock looked 
like a big hot dog sliding up and down in a fat little bun.  I could feel 
the heat from her fiery little hole sliding along the underside of my stiff 
prick.

After a while, however, she began to dry a little, and the friction became a 
somewhat painful for her.  Desperate for some way to continue, I reached 
into my blueberry pail and crushed a small handful of blueberries, which I 
proceeded to smear around her cunt.  She grinned and grabbed a handful 
herself, which she similarly crushed all over my cock.

Then we had at it again, Darcy dryhumping for all she was worth, blueberry 
juice running down the crack of my ass and staining the blanket.  But what 
ecstasy!  Mushy, gooey, blueberries greasing the way between cunt and cock!  
Slipping and sliding and blue!  Darcy never did come, but two minutes of 
blueberry heaven was enough to put me over the edge.  I spewed what felt 
like quarts of "cream" to go with those blueberries.  Both Darcy's and my 
stomachs were a gooey blue and white mess as we grinned at each other and I 
hugged my little sweetheart to my chest.

Fortunately our clothes were out of the way, and didn't get blueberry stains 
all over them, but both of our genital areas looked like we had been through 
some aboriginal tribal ritual.

We used the blanket to clean ourselves as best we could, and when we were 
dressed again we picked a few more blueberries to replace those "lost in 
combat."  We constantly stopped picking to hug and grin at each other.  My 
sweet little blue eyed, blue handed (and blue cunted) daughter smiled and 
gave me a very UN-twelve-year-old  kiss. Again she said, "I love you, 
Daddy."  We packed up, giggling to each other as we sang, "I found my 
THRI-ILL on Blueberry Hill..."

On the way home we got into the inevitable moral discussion.  Darcy knew, 
for sure, that what we were doing was wrong in some people's eyes, and, with 
typical bluntness, she asked, "Daddy, did we do anything "bad" up there?

I said, "Well, sweetie, we did something illegal.  And if ANYBODY ever found 
out about it I could go to jail.  But there are lots of things that are 
illegal that aren't bad, or wrong, or even sinful."

"Like what?"

"Well, helping someone who is terminally ill to die is illegal, but it's not 
immoral. In fact, it's a good thing, at least in my book.  But the real 
question for you and me is, is what we did harmful to you."

"How could it be harmful to me? It just seems so right!  I love to do that 
stuff with you.  I love you."

"Then it is probably not harmful to you, but if you didn't like it, or if I 
forced you to do something you didn't want to do, then it could hurt you 
very badly, psychologically.  Or if you became convinced somehow that it was 
wrong, sinful, then you would start to feel guilty and that would hurt you 
psychologically, too. But, as long as you think it is a good thing, and you 
like it, what we did will never hurt you."

Darcy was quiet for a while, and then, as we were swinging into the back 
gate to our property, she said, very seriously, "I think what we did is the 
most wonderful thing in the world, and I promise that I will never, never, 
never tell anybody about it.  I won't even write about it in my diary.  But, 
Daddy, you have to promise something too."

"Anything, sugar."

"Promise me that you will go on loving me forever, and that whenever I want 
to I can come to you and we can have sex together...even when you're old and 
gray," she added with a twinkle.

"Deal, shlemeel!"

.............

Mary made one of the best blueberry pies I ever tasted.

For the next two days Darcy flirted with me, more and more openly.   She 
would come down in the morning and straddle me as I sat at the breakfast 
table.  With her arms around my neck she'd whisper in my ear, "Goo-morning, 
Daddy, I love you." And if Mary were not there she would kiss me fully on 
the lips.  At night she insisted on my getting her ready for bed, i.e. 
stripping her nude and hugging her a lot.  She repeated the groping of the 
first night, and in fact, ran her hand down into my pants and clasped my 
hard-on as we kissed.  And during the day she would be sure to smile, rub, 
touch, flash, and wiggle at every opportunity.

Once or twice I saw Mary watching, but Darcy was careful to do the flagrant 
stuff where she was sure Mary couldn't see us. The second time Mary saw 
Darcy straddling my lap in the morning, she raised an eyebrow and looked 
away, but not before I saw a half-smile playing on her lips.

Three days later, Mary had to go back home to Orleans, two hours away, for 
medical tests.  Her sister, Alice, offered to drive her in.  She wanted to 
do some shopping, she said, in the "big metropolis."  Dave, Alice's husband, 
my brother-in-law, decided he'd take their son, Joe, on an overnight camping 
trip up on Heartbreak Ridge.  Darcy claimed to be feeling a little poorly, 
and so she begged off either of the trips.  Naturally I had to stay home 
with her. As soon as everybody was gone, Darcy launched her lithe body at my 
neck.

"Wow, Daddy! The whole, entire, day to ourselves!  Whatever will we do?"

"And that stomach ache you had half an hour ago?"

She cozied up to the chair where I sat finishing my coffee, "All gone! But I 
have a funny feeling a little bit lower..." leered my precocious little imp.

"Show Daddy where," I said grinning.

I led Darcy by the hand into the livingroom and stood her in front of me as 
I sat on the deep leather couch.

"Now show Daddy where it hurts, and he will kiss it and make it all better."

Darcy's snickered at the idea of my actually kissing her THERE, but then 
when I cocked my head and smiled, her eyes got big as saucers.  "OH WOW, OH, 
HOLY COW, I never thought of that!  You mean you would kiss me, THERE, 
Daddy?  MMMM, HMMM, Do it, do it DO IT!" and she practically tore her shorts 
and underpants off.  Once again her sweet little twelve-year-old pud flashed 
before my eyes. This time, however, it was purplish blue from bellybutton to 
as far around as I could see, and an inch or two down her legs, too!

As I lay back on the couch, she scaled my body like a rock climber, not 
stopping until her right leg was over my shoulder and she was holding my 
head between her hands.  I kissed the sparse light brown (well, they were 
blue at the moment) hairs just above her cunt.  She maneuvered around, 
adjusting, until she got her precious little slit right in front of my 
mouth, grinning like a maniac the whole time.  She pulled me back by the 
ears and, peering down at me with her chin tucked into her chest, growled 
"Do it, Daddy, do it, do it.  Kiss my vagina.  Put your mouth on my pood!"

When I actually stuck out my tongue and licked her the length of her slit, 
she moaned, "GAAWD," and fell off me entirely and onto her back on the couch 
beside me.  Darcy was cross-eyed as she splayed her long legs wide, and 
gasped, "Com'ere, com'ere, com'ere!  Oh, Daddy!  Oh, lick me some more..."

I spent the next ten minutes with my face buried between my little girl's 
legs, licking, and probing with my tongue, and swirling around and around 
her clitoris. She arched her back and moaned at least three times in the 
process, clamping my face tightly between her soft, silky thighs. When I 
finally stopped and sat back, my heart skipped a beat.  My sweet little 
twelve-year-old lay there blinking up at me with her light brown hair 
disheveled all over her face, her slender shoulders wedged into the back of 
the couch, and her legs splayed wide open to reveal the red lining of her 
plushy little cunt (which, in the immediate area of the vagina was now 
considerably less blue).

Finally she said, in a husky voice, "Geez, Dad, what was that?  What 
happened to me there, like three times in a row?  It felt sort of like I had 
to go to the bathroom, and then it built up hotter and more intense than 
that, like my whole belly was on fire and then it rushed right to that one 
little point and then it exploded all over the place...I NEVER felt anything 
like that before, EVER in my life!

"That, sweetie, is called an orgasm, or coming.  You came three times or had 
three orgasms.  It's like what I did on Blueberry Hill when my semen came 
out of me."

"Yeah? Boys can have orgasms too?  Do they feel the same? Do they feel as 
GOOD?  Did yours feel like this the other day?  Gawd, NOTHING could feel 
this good!"

"Well, from your description, men don't experience it quite the same, I 
guess, but close enough.  The only real difference is that men can only have 
one at a time.  Then they have to wait a while before they can have another 
one."

"Bummer, Dad," she said with a leer.  "How long do you have to wait?"

"Well, it depends on a lot of things, mostly age. The older you get the 
longer you have to wait."

"So, what would you say? At your age you have to wait, like, months?"

"You little monkey! No, I, personally have to wait maybe an hour or two."

"Oh, well, so between now and six o'clock when Mom comes home you can 
orgasm, what, six times?"

"We can try."

"Meanwhile, I can come, like, eighteen times?"

"I doubt it, but it's worth a shot."

"But, wait.  You didn't orgasm at all yet today, did you?

"Nope, but that's okay, I had LOTS of fun getting you off."

"Getting me off? You mean giving me orgasms?"

"Yep, that's another slang term for it."

"Well, let's `get you off,' Daddy," said my sweet little nymph.  "But how 
will we do it?  Shall I ride you again like on Blueberry Hill, or is there 
some other way? Like," she said with a leer, "can I kiss and lick you, too?"

"You bet, sugar.  And, if you want to, you can even take me in your mouth 
and suck me a little."

"Hmmm," she sighed, "Daddy, I'm getting another splitter already, just 
thinking about this.  Show me how to do it to you?"

So I took off my clothes, everything, until we were both totally nude.  
Darcy's, hot mouth just brushed my nipples as we stood clinging to each 
other.  She wrapped her lithe arms around my waist and squeezed as she 
crushed my stiff cock against her soft chest. She looked up at me and smiled 
with such wonder and innocence that my knees got weak.  Then, deliberately, 
she stepped back half a step and bent down and kissed the head of my cock 
fully and wetly.  My knees wouldn't hold me any longer as a purple haze 
clouded my brain.  I sank back into the luxurious leather couch.

With ancient understanding, Darcy knelt between my legs and reached for my 
cock. I slid down so my butt was almost off the couch and my pelvis was at a 
better angle.  Darcy knelt over my erection and, holding it in both hands, 
slowly lowered her wide open mouth over the tip.  The vision, the concept, 
the feel of my gorgeous twelve-year-old daughter sucking me off overwhelmed 
me, and after about two strokes of her soft little hands, while her hot 
mouth hovered over the head of my cock, I came.

My cum spewed out and hit Darcy in the mouth and on her face, too. She 
gasped, but gamely hung in there, licking her lips with a quizzical look on 
her face. When I could speak again, I said, "Oh, sugar, I'm sorry, I should 
have warned you so you could get out of the way..."

"No, that's alright, Dad.  I figure it can't hurt me, and it actually tastes 
okay...kind of slimy, funny, but okay. If I swallow it, will I get pregnant?" 
she asked teasingly.

"No, sweetie, You can only get pregnant through your vagina."

"Good thing," she giggled, "'cause I already swallowed some."

My heart surged at this revelation.  This was something I had never been 
able to convince Mary to do in our entire married life, and here was her 
daughter swallowing it down first try.

"Darce, you are the most precious gift I ever received.  And I love you very 
much."

"I love you too, Daddy.  And I LOVE that we can do this stuff with each 
other.  I want to touch all of you with all of me, take our skins off and 
lay them flat against each other and feel us touching on every part!"

"Roll in you like a pig in the mud!" I contributed with a grin, thinking it 
might gross her out.

But she "out-grossed" me with, "Yeah! Roll in you like a dog in shit!" And 
she giggled.  "I mean it, Daddy.  Not gross and shitty, but ecstatic and 
crazy like a dog gets when he's having a good roll."

"I know what you mean, Sugar. You feel like you need more things to touch 
with and more ways to touch."

"Exactly.  Oh, Daddy, I DO love you very, very, VERY much." And she flung 
herself at my neck and began kissing me again.

I was sitting back on the couch, and Darcy was kneeling beside me, with her 
soft little arms around my neck.  Nose to nose, I said, "You know, there is 
a way of touching we haven't tried yet."

Darcy cringed a little and said, "Yeah, but I'm afraid.  Your thing is so 
big, my vagina is so small, that I think you would rip me apart."

"Well, you'd be surprised about that, Darce, but that isn't what I was 
talking about, anyway."

"Yeah? What then?" Darcy said with relief and interest.

I drew her face to mine and kissed her gently on the lips, slowly opening my 
mouth and probing with my tongue.  Darcy's kisses were very "little girl 
sloppy" anyway, which meant that her lips were not very tightly closed.  
When my tongue penetrated those soft, warm lips, I could feel myself begin 
to grow erect again.  And when Darcy opened her mouth slightly and we licked 
each other's tongues, a jolt of electricity went through me. If you've never 
done it, I recommend it highly: French kissing your own twelve-year-old 
daughter.  It's a real sexual thriller.

"Wow, Dad!" said my little minx, "that's GREAT!  Almost as good as licking 
down THERE."

"Almost," I panted.

"Yeah," she grinned, "almost."

"Here, Darce," I said, "lie down on the couch."  She did so, getting 
comfortable and smiling up at me. Her lovely tanned body (with its blue 
cunt) stretched out before me.  She looked like she was ninety percent legs, 
and long swanlike arms.

I knelt beside her on the floor and leaned in, lightly licking each puffy 
breast and then moving to her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my head and 
drew me in while we lovingly explored each other's mouths with our tongues.  
Meanwhile I reached down with my right hand and began to finger her sweet 
little cunt.  She was incredibly hot and wet.  I slid my middle finger into 
her vagina an gently probed her hymen, feeling for the little central hole, 
stretching it to the sides as best I could without breaking it.  Then up and 
fingering her clitoris, circling it and then flicking repeatedly from below, 
teasing the little bud again and again.

Darcy's breathing became more and more labored as we pressed mouth to mouth. 
  With hot little breaths I began whispering into her mouth, "Come, Darcy. 
Come for Daddy.  Come on my fingers. Come now. Come, come, come." Accenting 
each "come" with a flick up on her clitoris.  "Come, sweetie.  Come on my 
hand.  Come now. Come for Daddy."

Darcy moaned hotly into my mouth, and, as her little body went into spasms, 
she pressed hard on my mouth with hers, then opened wide and practically ate 
my lips.  My precious twelve-year-old yelped and thrashed on my finger for 
at least a full minute, and only subsided when I began making wider circles 
of her abdomen and upper legs, soothing, calming, bringing her back down to 
earth.

"Mmmmm, Daddy.  I love you, I love you, I love you. Wow!  I feel like a 
musical instrument, and you were playing me."

"And a fine little instrument your are, dovey, with such as sweet sound."

Darcy blushed, "Geez, was I very loud?"

"No, honey, you were just right. Never worry about the sounds of pleasure 
that you make while you are making love.  They'll always turn on your lover 
even more."

"Oh, Daddy, you always say just the right things. Are you my lover?"

"Sugarplum, I am your lover, your father, and your slave."

Darcy giggled.


We lolled around for a while on the couch, and then got some lunch.  In the 
interest of not having someone walk in on us while we were nude, we both put 
on our bathing suits.  That's when I noticed that the purply-blue around 
Darcy's cunt showed down her legs below the suit.  I said, "Darce, we better 
do something about that before someone else notices." So after lunch we went 
into the bathroom and scrubbed and scrubbed Darcy's upper legs and crotch. 
We tried every household cleaner we could think of that wouldn't burn her 
skin, and finally lit on bacon grease followed by T-gel shampoo, which, if 
it didn't remove the stain completely, at least lightened it considerably.

Darcy snorted, "Well, Dad, I guess you are just going to have to lick me 
clean, like you did right around my vagina."

I happily agreed that that would, indeed, be the best method.

"And what about you?" she leered. "Shall I give you a tongue bath, too?"

"Sure, Darcy, honey, but don't worry about getting me un-blue. Nobody is 
going to see my crotch."

"Not even Mom?"

"Darcy, unfortunately, I am hardly ever naked around your mother these 
days."

"Gee, that's too bad, Dad," Darcy said seriously. "As much as I want your 
body, I want you and Mom to be happy too."  Then she added with a leer, "I 
want us to be just one big happy LOVIN' family."

"I'm sure we will be, soon, Darce.  Your mother seems to be getting better.  
She says she has feeling back in her legs, so, if the internal injuries 
heal, we'll all be `lovin' again in no time."

Just then the phone rang, and I left the bathroom to answer it.  It was 
Mary, calling from the hospital, and she sounded down. "Jack, I'm sorry, but 
they want me to stay here overnight. There is some abnormality in the liver 
function that they need to do more tests on."

"Oh, Mary. Gee, that's tough.  I'm sorry you have to stay there, hon. I hope 
everything turns out all right.  I guess Alice will come home?  I'll come 
get you tomorrow. Do you have any idea what time you'll be finished?"

"No.  Well, they're going to do the test in the morning, so I guess anytime 
in the mid-afternoon.  Say about two o'clock?"

"Okay, honey, I love you.  I'm sure everything will be alright."

"I love you too, Jack.  How's Darcy holding out?  Not giving you too much 
trouble, I hope?"

"Well, you've only been gone about four hours, but no, Darcy and I are 
getting along just fine." Just as I said this, little Darcy came up behind 
me and hugged me around the waist, burying her face in my back.

"Okay then, Jack, I'll see your tomorrow."

Darcy began sliding her hands around to my crotch and outlining my cock with 
her soft fingers.  "Oh, Jack, there is some stew in the freezer, you could 
have tonight.  You better defrost it, or the meat will be hard as a rock."

I couldn't help snorting, because Darcy had succeeded in coaxing my cock up 
out of my bathing suit, and my "meat" was also hard as a rock.

"Are you okay, Jack?"

"Yeah, Mare, I just choked on some chicken."

"Oh, are you guys finishing up that leftover chicken? Good."

"Yeah, and if Darce eats more than her share, I'll spank the monkey."

"Well, don't let her hog it all."

"Okay, sweetheart.  You stay positive, and I'll be there to bring you home 
tomorrow," I struggled to maintain a level tone. Darcy had now succeeded in 
getting my swim trunks down below my knees and was reaching through my legs 
and `weighing' my balls.

"Okay, Jack, goodbye."

I put the phone down and turned to a giggling Darcy.  She had put her bikini 
panties back on, but had left the top off.  Her precious little tits wobbled 
slightly as she moved back and sat on the floor. "What was that about 
choking on chicken and spanking me?" she asked.

"Ah, sugar, `choke the chicken,' and `spank the monkey' are terms for 
masturbating. What you were doing to me."

"I KNOW what masturbating is Daddy," she said in pubescent disgust.  Then 
she hooted. "So you were fooling around in code with Mom.  Did she get it?"

"No, sugar, in the first place your mother probably doesn't know those terms 
any more than you did.  And in the second place, why would she think I was 
masturbating while I was talking to her on the phone?"

"I dunno.  So you were just fooling around by yourself, huh?"

"NO, lovey," I said with a wink, "YOU were fooling around with me."

"Yeah," she giggled, "an' I'm gonna do it some more," as she launched 
herself at my slowly deflating cock.  She stroked it three or four times, 
getting an immediate response, and then led me into the living room and 
shoved me down on the couch again.  This time she sat in my lap, facing me 
and began rubbing her bikini panties on my bare cock.  She took both of my 
hands and guided them to her budding breasts.  I palmed them gently and then 
played with her swelling nipples as she sighed and ground her cunt harder 
and harder on my cock.

She was panting hotly into my face and gasped, "Daddy, oh, Daddy, mmm, oh, I 
GOTTA take my panties off."  And she slung off me for a minute, leaving my 
lap feeling a sudden rush of cool air and a definite sense of loss.  Darcy 
slid her panties down and stepped out of them.  Then she straddled me again, 
this time catching the head of my cock under her pubic bone as she settled 
down on me.  She gasped as my cock threatened to enter her vagina, and 
stopped coming down on me. But instead of getting off and readjusting, she 
held still, with my cock right at the mouth of her cunt, about half the head 
penetrating that silken little cove. I found it difficult to hold still.  
The urge to thrust up was intense.

Darcy looked down at me with big blue eyes, her hair in disarray about her 
face, her hands on my shoulders. Slowly she sank about an inch, gasping, and 
giving a little grunt. She rose back up again, and smiled at me.  She sank 
again, and allowed me to penetrate her about two inches.  Her cunt was very 
tight, but also hot, wet, and pure velvet. She hovered there with me just 
inside her, and I actually felt her hymen break.  Darcy gasped, and moaned, 
but she didn't pull off.  Instead, with the impediment gone, she sank 
farther onto my throbbing cock.  She got about five inches of me into her 
before I began to feel her cervix, and it obviously started hurting her 
again.  "Unngh, oh, Daddy."

"It's okay, sweetie. Your vagina will stretch quickly enough. Soon it won't 
hurt you at all.  In fact, if we go slow, pretty soon it will feel VERY 
good."

"Well, it feels PRETTY good now," Darcy sighed.

I carefully lifted her off of me and laid her down on the couch.  
Fortunately there was almost no blood from her defloration, only just a 
little trickle on her leg. I spread her legs and knelt between them.  My 
daughter's sweet little pubescent body was completely open to me. First I 
bent down and licked the blood from her inner thighs, savoring the coppery, 
salty flavor of my own daughter's deflowering.  Darcy sighed dreamily and 
held my head.  Then I sat back on my heels and bent my cock down to her 
vagina.  I was so hard that even this little forcing down was painful.  I 
grabbed a pillow from behind me and slid it under her hips.  With her little 
slit raised a few inches, it was much easier on my cock. Darcy looked up at 
me with a hint of worry crossing her brow.

"Darce, I will not hurt you.  I'll only put it in so far, not all the way. 
You tell me when to stop."  With that I began to play the head of my cock 
around my sweet twelve-year-old daughter's vagina.  I could see that she had 
a full `splitter' as she called it.  Her cunt lips were puffy and pink, and 
her cunt was opening from the bottom up.  It was now more than halfway 
split, and I could see how wet and red she was in her vagina.  I admired the 
sparse hairs at the top of her pubic mound, and smiled gently down at my 
sexy little daughter.

Gradually I began easing my cock into her inflamed cunt, moving an inch in 
and then back out again to re-wet my cock and make the sliding easier. I 
moved another inch in and could feel the muscles of her cunt open for me and 
then clasp the head of my cock tightly. Back out and then three inches in.  
As her vaginal muscles gripped me below the head of my cock, Darcy suddenly 
relaxed, and a warm stream of her juices flooded her vagina.  Again I 
retreated and plunged, desperately trying to stop my self from driving all 
the way home. I managed to stop at about, perhaps, five inches, but still I 
could not feel the bottom of Darcy's cunt.

Darcy was smiling up at me beatifically, crooning more to herself than to 
me. I did my best to hold myself at five inches, and began to fuck. When 
Darcy felt the repetitive motion, in and out, in and out, it was like she 
hadn't thought of THAT before. "Oh, Daddy, oh, oh, ooh, yum, mmm,  ooooh! 
That, unngh, feels, MMmmmm, WONDERFUL."

Between trying not to penetrate too deeply, and trying not to come too soon, 
I was starting to sweat. Finally I could not hold back any longer, and 
allowed the cum to build to that inevitable point. As it rushed up my cock, 
I couldn't help but plunge to the hilt.  I was nearly unconscious as I came, 
deep in my darling daughter's womb.  As I came back to reality, I realized 
that I had `put it all the way in,' and I was worried that I had hurt Darcy.

One look at her face, however, convinced me that she was not only not hurt, 
but also on the verge of orgasm herself.  I began to fuck again, thrusting 
fully as my cock began, slowly, to soften.  My pubic hair brushed Darcy's 
little clitoris again and again as our pubic bones met.  Darcy's eyes 
glazed, and she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me hard to herself.. 
I whispered, "Good girl, Darcy. Come for me. Good girl, good girl. Come on 
daddy's cock." At those words I felt her vaginal muscles spasm as she 
orgasmed on my softening prick. Her final thrusts actually expelled me from 
her cunt.

She gave a little gasp, "Oh," she said in a small voice, "Put it back, put 
it back in." Instead, I slid my middle finger deep into her hole, and placed 
my whole palm on her mound. Applying light pressure on both palm and 
fingers, I slowly finger fucked her while she gurgled and cooed softly into 
my chest.

As she cooled down, she asked, "How come it didn't hurt that time? I can't 
have stretched that much, that fast, can I?"

"No, sweetie, I guess it was just the angle.  When you were sitting on me 
you were kind of scrunched up inside, and when you were lying back, you were 
more stretched out."

"Yeah," she giggled, "'specially when you put that pillow under my butt!  I 
felt like I was WAY wide open. Like I was about ALL vagina!"

"Well, that WAS the most important part, just then."
"Yeah," she sighed, "I know.  It's a part of me that I am REALLY getting to 
like."

"Me, too, sugarplum, me too."

Both Darcy and I were feeling overcome with sleepiness, so we trooped 
upstairs and got into my bed. Darcy and I snuggled in, under a light sheet, 
and drowsily nuzzled each other.  Darcy threw a light leg over me as we lay 
facing each other, and fell asleep with me crooning into her hair.  We both 
fell sound asleep.

When I awoke, it was nearly dark, and Darcy was no longer in my bed.  A 
glance at the clock told me it was almost 8 p.m.  Then I heard Darcy coming 
slowly up the stairs.  As she entered the room and flicked on the light, I 
could see that she had prepared some food, which she carried on a tray.  We 
dined on tuna fish salad sandwiches, potato chips, pickles, and Pepsi.

"Darce, this is delicious!  Best meal I've had in months!"

"Oh, Dad, it is not!"

"No, I mean it, Sugar. Made with loving hands, and served with a smile."

"And don't forget, `served by a topless barmaid,'" Darcy giggled, as she 
took a bite of her sandwich and dribbled a little mayonnaise in her chest.  
She put her sandwich down to reach for a napkin, but I grabbed her and 
licked her chest clean instead.  When I'd cleaned the spot in the middle, I 
helped myself to several generous licks of her puffy little nipples.

"Mmmm," I sighed, "Dessert!"

Darcy shoved the tray aside and forced me down on my back on the bed, where 
she immediately tried to smother me with her tender tits, vigorously forcing 
one soft cone and then the other into my mouth, and generally lolling over 
my face with her plump little chest.  After a minute, she sat up, and said, 
"Let's go swimming!"

I said, "If we wait about another ten minutes it'll be dark enough to go 
skinny dipping."

Darcy gave her whole body a doglike shake. "Hyehh, hyehh, hyehh," she 
wheezed in her best Muttly the cartoon dog imitation.

"Know what's so wonderful about you, sugarplum?  You have the greatest 
attitude of any woman I've ever known."

"Yeah?" asked Darcy, ever quick on the uptake, "And how many women HAVE you 
known?"

"Well, I've never been unfaithful to your mother, if that's what you mean."  
This wasn't strictly true, but I was not about to confess adultery to my 
darling daughter.

"'cept with me, of course."

"Umhum, sweetie, `cept with you."

"But who before mom?"

"Darce, I was a child of the 60's.  I went to Woodstock. At that concert 
alone I must have had sex with ten girls."

"Wow! Ten? Geez, it must REALLY have been a free lovin' time."

"That it was, sugar, that it was."

"But, did you have any, like, serious love affairs before mom?"

"Well, yeah, I went steady in high school, and I had a college girlfriend...in 
fact she went to Woodstock with me."

"And she didn't mind you humping all those other girls?"

"Mind?  Hell, she recruited a couple of `em for me.  And I actually 
`introduced' her to one or two of my friends, too."

"So, did you have, like, orgies?"

"At Woodstock, yeah.  There was one morning when I woke up with three naked 
girls, plus a guy, plus my girlfriend all sprawled all over each other in my 
tent. I vaguely remember putting about anything of mine anywhere on or into 
anything of everybody  else's there.

"Even the guy?"

"Probably."

"Geez."

"As to my high school girlfriend, I never dryhumped so much in my life."

"What's `dryhump'?"

"It's what we did on Blueberry Hill, genital contact, making the motions of 
fucking, but no penetration. The high falutin' word for it is `frotage'."

"Huh. So you fro...frot...dryhumped your high school sweetheart but you didn't 
make love with her?"

"Well, at the very end we did. But that was after I got up the courage to go 
into the pharmacy and buy condoms."

Darcy giggled.  "I can just see you, seventeen years old, all acne and big 
ears, asking old Mr. Hoskins, or better yet, Mrs. Hoskins, for some 
condoms!"

"Well, it wasn't the Hoskins, of course, but it was about as bad.  I 
remember waiting until the male pharmacist was available and no other 
customers were around."

"But you bought `em."

"Yeah.  But not before that idiot druggist asked me with a leer, `Say, 
aren't you the kid who's going with that Jones girl?'"

"God, what a jerk!"  Then she said, "Jerk, jerk, jerk," in increasingly 
lower and more suggestive tones.  She leaned in to me, slowly scanning down 
my body. She put her hand lightly on my stomach and started to move 
downward.

I groaned, and Darcy giggled and made a feint for my cock, but then she 
looked around and said, "Hey, c'mon, it's all dark now, lets go swimming."

We shed what little clothing we had on, and I went to get some towels. As we 
walked down to the dock, the water was calm, and a three-quarter moon shown 
on the silvery landscape.  Darcy's skin was nearly luminescent in the dimmed 
light. I was moved, and drew my silky little dryad to me, while visions of 
Maxfield Parish paintings danced in my head. Darcy's skin was warm as she 
pressed herself against me.  Then she turned and, as the moonlight glowed 
pale on her legs and buttocks, dove into the water.

I plunged in too, but swam back to the end of the dock. The water was about 
up to my chest, which meant that it was almost over Darcy's head.  She swam 
to me and clung to my shoulders, face to face. I reached for Darcy's crotch 
underwater.  I began fingering her cunt.  She gasped, and then grinned.

Slowly, she felt down my stomach to my penis, which she grabbed backhanded 
and began stroking as it responded to her touch.  Suddenly she ducked under 
water and put her mouth around my cock.  She gave it about three good sucks 
and then came up for air, grinning madly as the water streamed from her 
pretty face in the moonlight.

"Now what do we do?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing, Darce.  Sometimes it's just nice to fool around, even if you 
can't finish it off."

"I'll say," said my personal Lolita as she rubbed up against me again. Then, 
turning, she said, "Race you to the raft!" and swam away.

I gave her a head start, and then lit out after her.  She beat me to the 
raft, which was perhaps twenty yards off shore. (I think it was probably the 
`sea anchor' sticking down from my belly that slowed me down...).  I climbed 
the ladder and offered Darcy my hand.

She grinned mischievously and allowed me to pull her up.  Up she came, and 
flowed into my arms, wrapping her lithe little body around me as much as she 
could.  We kissed passionately, silhouetted in the moonlight, on the little 
raft, on the calm lake.  Suddenly, I saw lights go out, two cabins down, 
about a hundred yards away.  The Watsons were either going to bed or wanted 
a better look at who was swimming at this hour.  Guiltily, I shoved Darcy 
away, whispering that we might be being spied upon.  Darcy turned, waved 
boldly in the direction of the Watsons, giggled, and dove into the water, 
stroking strongly for shore.

As we climbed out of the water Darcy again waved in the direction of  the 
Watsons and asked impishly,  "So, how come you didn't moon them when we were 
on the raft?"

"Darce..."

"I know, I know, I'll be good," she said coquettishly.

That night we slept together, in a tangle of arms and legs.  I awoke about 
six and took a wicked piss.  Coming back to bed, I saw sweet Darcy just 
waking up.  She threw the covers off and stretched like a cat, all long legs 
and thin arms.  Her stomach stretched taut, and her sparse pubic hair was 
totally concealed in the curve of her body.  Her plump little tits were 
drawn nearly flat as she stretched up with her arms and down with her toes.  
The flash of white at her underarms, still naturally hairless, completed the 
picture of delicious adolescent languor.  She smiled up at me through 
tousled curls.

"Go'morning, Daddy!....wanna' fuck?"

The combination of sweet, idyllic, pubescent nakedness, coupled with that 
bawdy language, delivered in Darcy's throaty, morning growl, aroused me in 
nothing flat.

As I came to her on the bed, she rolled onto her back and spread her knees 
wide, fully open, fully willing, reaching up to me with her warm little 
arms.  I found her wet and ready.  As I slowly eased my prick into my 
darling daughter's honey pot, she sighed and smiled up at me with beatific 
grace.  I could hardly restrain myself from dropping my full weight on her 
and slamming home.  I did make contact harder than previously, but Darcy 
seemed to take it easily as I pumped forcefully in and out of my sweet, 
sweet child.  I draped my body over hers, holding off only with my elbows, 
which came above her head.  I pounded the full weight of my pelvis on hers, 
as her mouth sucked greedily at my right nipple, then my left. She would 
suck and gasp, suck and moan, slobbering and wetting my whole chest.

I became overwhelmed by the sense of how small she was, coupled with how 
forceful were my thrusts into her cunt. I couldn't help myself.  I came in 
huge surges, which practically slid Darcy off the bed.  When I could think 
coherently again I said, "Oh, God, Sweety, are you okay?"

With her head hanging off the edge of the bed, she nodded and gurgled her 
pleasure.  She could take it as hard as I could give it.  I was in heaven.  
THE WENCH WAS A FUCK SLUT!

After a while, I suggested we take a shower together. As we got in, I 
reached for the soap and lathered my sweet child all over, sliding my hands 
over her not quite nubile little body. Her naturally silky skin was made 
heavenly by the slippery soap, and I spent several minutes gently massaging 
her breasts. Then as she leaned into me, I spent equal time on her ass, 
sliding my hands in circles on her butt cheeks and then softly prying into 
the crack between them, opening her ass by pulling her cheeks apart.  As the 
water washed the soap from her butt, I slowly began exploring her little 
anus, massaging all around it, slowly coaxing the sphincter muscle to relax.

Darcy pulled back from my chest and stared, wide eyed, up into my face. 
"Oooh, Daddy! More to learn? More places to touch?" she said in sweet 
wonder.

"One more place to touch, Darce.  One more place to love."

"Mmmm," she said as she spread her legs and stood on tiptoes.  Her ass 
cheeks went hard, but her crevice was wide open, and reaching through from 
the front, I slid my fingers back and forth along the line from her tail 
bone to her clitoris, lingering at her anus to press and swirl my fingers.

After a bit, Darcy sighed and came back down flat on her feet.  "I'm hungry, 
she said.

Come to think of it, I was, too!  Ravenous!  So we dried off, dressed in 
shorts and tee shirts, and marched down to the kitchen, just as the cuckoo 
clock in the livingroom let us know it was seven o'clock.

After a big breakfast of bacon, eggs, English muffins, and coffee, which 
Darcy insisted on drinking `now that she was a woman,' we planned the day.  
Which consisted, mostly, of reminding each other that we needed to leave 
about noon to go get Mary.  As we were finishing the dishes, my little 
nymphet began to get horny again, and started rubbing up against me.

"'Member what we started in the shower?" she asked coquettishly.

"Bet your ass I do," I leered.

"I was hoping to do JUST that," she giggled.
On the way back up to the bedroom Darcy ducked into the bathroom and put the 
finishing touches on her hair with the blow dryer. With her hair all fluffy 
golden brown, we snuggled into my big bed.  We kissed lingeringly, and once 
again I marveled at the passion that my twelve-year-old daughter could 
arouse in me. Freshly showered, all fluffy soft and golden tan, tasting of 
coffee, she stretched her lithe little form in front of me. My cock rose 
fully as I watched Darcy's stomach grow taut as she stretched on her side.

I grabbed her and flipped her over onto her stomach, then lay close beside 
her as I lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck.  As I rolled to 
her, my throbbing cock (and my balls) fit between the backs of her legs. She 
giggled and squeezed her legs together. I yelped as she threatened to crush 
my balls. When I told her what she'd done, "Oops," she said, giggling. 
"Sorry."

With her legs relaxed and splayed wantonly again, I knelt between them and 
began to kiss my way down her backbone, past the tan line made by the bra of 
her bikini, over the brown ribs, through the sculpted-out place between her 
ribs and her hips, until I got to her coccyx. Then I went up slightly and 
kissed the delicious tanned dimples on each side at the small of her back.  
The golden hairs on the brown skin along her spine continued to her tan 
line, almost at the cleft of her ass.  I kissed back down over the white 
globes of her ass, until I was trying to kiss under her tailbone.  I knelt 
back and began massaging Darcy's ass with both hands.

With my thumbs in the crevice I began plying her ass cheeks apart again, 
slowly coaxing her to relax.  I looked lovingly at Darcy's pubescent body.  
Her hair was still swept up to the side, revealing its luxurious thick roots 
at the back of her slim neck.  Her narrow shoulders were flat on the bed, 
and she was actually sucking her right thumb. The ribs on her golden tanned 
back moved up and down rhythmically, and her plump butt was raised and 
compacted into two tight mounds by the fact that her legs were split wide on 
each side of my knees.  Her bright pink asshole winked up at me invitingly.

I bent down and kissed into the crevice of her butt, spreading her cheeks 
yet wider and sticking my tongue out fully.  I lifted her pelvis a little, 
so she was on her knees, spread wide, with the top of her body flat on the 
bed.  When my tongue made contact with her anus, Darcy let out a groan.  As 
forcefully as I could, I tongue fucked my daughter's asshole.  Meanwhile I 
ran my right hand up the inside of her right leg and began to insert my 
thumb into her cunt, pinching her clitoris between my thumb and the base of 
my first finger, splaying my fingers out over her pubic delta.  Darcy went 
into sensory overload and began bucking on my thumb and moaning to herself.  
Finally she let out a yelp, dropped off her knees, and pressed down hard on 
my hand.  I slowly pulled my thumb out of her cunt, and with one final lick 
of her butt, I knelt back to survey my daughter.  Her anus was a rosy red, 
and was quivering.  Her plump little rump was bunched up and split wide.  
The dimples in the small of her back, just above the bikini tan line, were 
accentuated by the position, and her breathing was settling back to normal 
from its ragged pace.  Darcy half turned to look at me, and my heart stopped 
again. Her serious blue eyes had taken on a look of deep knowledge.  All she 
said was, "Mmmmmm."

Gently, I lay down beside her and rubbed her back and down over her butt 
lightly as she lay flat on her stomach, her head toward me. Darcy smiled 
dreamily at me. "I love you, daddy," she mumbled, still in a semi trance, 
and half asleep.  I brushed the fine golden brown hair off her face and 
whispered, "I love you, too, Sugar."

We slept for about an hour or so, lying side by side, shoulders touching, 
breathing each other's breath.  I woke up as Darcy stirred and smiled at me 
in a way that melted my already liquid heart. She rolled away from me and 
then rose up and sat on me, straddling me, sitting on my butt. She began to 
massage my back, and then lay down on it, sliding up so her mouth was at my 
ear. "Don't move, Daddy.  I'm gonna' do you now!"

My heart pounded and my loins stirred immediately as Darcy began kissing 
down my back.  She wiggled her way back, kissing and nibbling my spine (in 
imitation of what I had done to her) until she got to the crack of my ass.  
Then she nudged my legs apart and knelt between them. Slowly she kneaded my 
ass cheeks and worked her thumbs closer and closer to my anus.  "Geez, you 
got a hairy butt," she giggled.  Then she added, seriously, "I like it...it's 
so MANLY.  I'm playing with a MAN.  I'm gonna lick the asshole of a MAN."  
And, she did.

The little vixen pried my cheeks wide and dove right in. When I felt her 
tongue touch the rim of my anus, I gave an involuntary shudder.  Only one 
other person in the world had ever done that, and it wasn't Mary.  I raised 
up slightly on my knees so that my cock swung free. It rode like a missile 
up my stomach.  Darcy continued to lick my ass, while she reached under and 
began jerking me off, her palm on the underside of my rod, and her fingers 
and thumb wrapped softly around the topside.  Reaching through my legs from 
behind, she jerked me off the way you would pump a slide-action rifle.  Soon 
the intensity was too much, and once again that day I spewed my incestuous 
semen into the bed and all over Darcy's hand.  Finally I collapsed on the 
bed, and Darcy again lay her body over mine, brushing her little breasts on 
my shoulder blades as she settled on me.


All too soon it was time to make some sandwiches and leave for the hospital. 
  As we ate in the car on the way, Darcy and I got serious.

"Um, Dad, what're we gonna' tell Mom?"

"How `bout we tell her we've been fucking each other's brains out for the 
last twenty-four hours?"

Darcy snorted.  "Yeah, right!  That'd put her right back in the hospital for 
sure!"

"Well, we could tell her that we got along very well together while she was 
in the hospital, but that we're very glad she's home with us again."

"So, don't tell her ANYTHING, right?"

Darce, that seems like the best plan to me. I'm not sure we should hit her 
with the facts right away."

Darcy was quiet for a while, with a slight frown on her face. Then she said, 
"I love Mom.  I don't want to do anything to hurt her or upset her.  I don't 
like doing stuff behind her back.  Maybe we shouldn't have..."

Trying to head off the guilt, I quickly jumped in with, "Darcy, your mother 
loves you, too, and she loves me, and we both love her.  I don't think that, 
in the long run, Mom is going to be upset about what we're doing. (I tried 
to sound surer than I was about that.)  But it is going to take her some 
time to get used to it. We need to work up to it gradually, that's all."

So we picked up Mary from the Orleans hospital about two p.m. that lovely 
August afternoon.  After helping her into the car, and stowing her 
wheelchair in the trunk, we drove back to the cottage.  When she had given 
us the initial report that her liver function was within the normal range, 
Mary was somewhat subdued.  Both Darcy and I tried our best to be light 
hearted and cheerful, but finally I asked point blank, "Is there something 
else, Mar? Something you haven't told us yet?"

Mary nodded, and sniffled, tears running sadly down her cheeks. "Oh, Jack..." 
was all she said.

This, of course, alarmed both Darcy and me beyond measure.  "What? What is 
it, Mom?" Darcy impetuously blurted out. "Are you gonna' die ?"

Mary gave a small laugh, and reached for Darcy's hand over the seat back.  
"No, sweetie, I'm not going to die, although your daddy may wish I were," 
she added quietly.

"What?" I gasped. "What are you talking about?  Mary, I love you.  I would 
never wish such a thing!"

In the bravery born of desperation, Mary hissed, "Jack, I may never be able 
to have sexual intercourse again.  They are going to have to do a complete 
hysterectomy, including taking part of my vagina.  Without reconstructive 
surgery, I will never be able to have intercourse again."

"What?  I never heard of such a thing."

"Apparently, during the accident, I got slammed around so much that 
something, probably the gearshift lever, tore up my insides pretty badly."

We were all silent for a while until Darcy piped up from the back seat, 
"But, Mom, that still means you'll have your clitoris, right?  You don't 
have to have penetration to have an orgasm. So you can still orgasm, right?"

Mary looked shocked.  "Darcy, honey, who have you been talking to?  Where 
did you pick up this sort of information?"

Before I could say anything, Darcy, ever the straight shooter, came out 
with, "Well, Dad and I have been talking."

Mary digested this information silently for a minute, and then, apparently 
accepting it, she said, "Okay, honey, you're right. I CAN still have 
orgasms."  Then, aside to me she said, under her breath, "You've been 
talking to Darcy?" Out loud she said, "But what about Daddy?"

Trying do deflect the implications of  `talking', I took it at face value. 
"Mary, we've always talked openly about sexual matters with each other."

Mary, reverting to her own problem, said softly, "Now you are left without a 
full sexual partner."

Darcy, trying not to crack a smile, said, as seriously as she could, "That's 
okay, Mom, we'll think of something." Then she sat back in the back seat and 
seemed to be communing with herself.

Mary was no dummy either.  She turned and looked at Darcy, and then she 
looked at me for a long time.  Then she sighed and sat silently.


That night I tucked Mary into bed lovingly, and sat with her, kissing her 
and telling her how much she meant to all of us. Her softly waved blonde 
hair was spread on the pillow, and she had tears in her eyes.  She looked 
absolutely lovely, the vision on young womanly resignation. As I kissed her 
eyes for the hundredth time, however, the steel behind the velvet came out.

"So, Jack, you've been talking with Darcy?"

I smiled at her and said nothing.

"Demonstrating with Darcy?" she asked.

"Um..."

I think our daughter has the hots for you."

"Yeah?"

"I think Darcy wants to play Electra, substitute wife, Daddy's little 
playmate."

"Mar, I..."

"Oh relax, Jack. Kiss me again and then turn out the light."

"Goodnight, Mary."

"Goodnight, Jack."

When I went back out in the livingroom, Darcy was curled up in a big 
armchair, reading.

"So," she said, "What do we do now?'

Unfortunately for us, the guest bedroom where Mary was sleeping was right 
beneath the master bedroom where I slept, and Darcy's room was right beside 
mine.  In this old cottage everybody could hear anybody else moving around.  
The sounds could not be muffled very much through either the walls or the 
floors. Only the livingroom was cut off from the rest of the house and more 
or less soundproof (unless somebody yelled).

I sat down on the couch, and Darcy came over and crawled into my lap, 
nestling her head on my shoulder.  "Well, I guess we could go on overnight 
camping trips..."

"If we can get Aunt Alice to come and stay with Mom."

"Oh, I think we can probably prevail on her once or twice, after all, she is 
Mom's sister."

"Yeah, but what'll we do between times, Dad?  I wanna' SLEEP with you, in 
bed with you."

"I guess we'll just have to put that on hold for a while, sweetie.  But we 
can always fool around like now, here in the livingroom."

Darcy grinned and wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing my face to hers. 
We kissed long and slowly, gently moaning into each other's mouths.  But 
finally Darcy pulled away, saying, "It just feels a little weird with Mom 
right down the hall, especially since she doesn't know what we're doing."

I agreed sadly.  Suddenly, it seemed, my daughter and I were having an real 
affair.  One that had to be kept from my wife.  "Darce, we're just going to 
have to figure a way to get it out in the open."

That night, however, we all slept in our own beds. Then, along about three 
a.m., I awoke to Mary calling me.  The bedpan was out of her reach, and she 
needed to urinate.  As I was helping her, Darcy came stumbling down the 
stairs all bleary and warm from sleep. "Whazz goin' on?" she mumbled.

"It's okay sweety," I said.  "Mom just had to pee."

Darcy said, "Oh." And then she said, "Mom, can I sleep with you?  I feel 
kind of creepy tonight."

Mary said, "I don't know, Darce, I'm still a little delicate. Okay, honey?  
I promise I'll be better soon.  Then you can come crawl in with me all you 
want to."  Then she paused and looked directly, significantly, at me, "Why 
don't you sleep with your father?"

In her sleepy voice, my nymphet said, "Umm, okay, Mom, I jus' wanna sleep 
with SOMEbody..."

As Darcy left the room, she staggered into me and trailed her hand across 
the front of my pajamas. Clearly she was not as drowsy as she was 
pretending.  I put my arm around her shoulders to steady her and moved her 
to the stairs.  I went back to empty the bedpan, as Darcy padded softly up, 
dropping her pajama bottoms and wagging her butt at me.

As I finished up with Mary and was turning out her light, Mary said, "Be 
gentle with her."

Why did I always feel that both of my women were three steps ahead of me?

Be that as it may, when I came to Darcy, she was sitting nude on my bed, 
smiling shyly at me in the moonlight. "Your Mom says for me to be gentle 
with you," I whispered.

As the implications of that sunk in with Darcy, she gasped, "Really?"

I nodded, and Darcy flowed into my arms.

That night we fucked quietly, in the full knowledge that Mary was probably 
listening.

First thing in the morning, Darcy trooped downstairs and into her mother's 
bedroom. I listened from the foot of the stairs.

"Mom, I...."

"It's alright, Sweetie. I love you, and I love your Daddy. I want him to be 
happy in this family. And I want you to `keep' him for me until I get 
better. You're a big girl, almost a woman now, do you think you can do that 
for Mommy?"

"Oh, Mom, I love you."

"Do you love Daddy, too?"

"Yeah, I love Daddy, too." And the with a glint in her eye she said, "He's 
got one hairy butt, though."

The two of them broke down in fits of giggles together.

I came into the room. "Well, it certainly is nice to see the two women I 
love most in the world all smiles first thing in the morning! What are you 
two laughing at?"

Darcy pointed at me, and with one hand over her mouth, squeaked, "Your hairy 
butt!"  Which sent both them into fits again.

I sat down gently on the edge of Mary's bed. As I kissed her softly on the 
lips I said, "Good morning, sunshine."

Darcy slid to my hip and draped herself on my off side as I encircled her 
waist with my right hand (my left hand was smoothing Mary's hair on the 
pillow).  Darcy leaned over me, grinning at her mother.

Mary yawned, "Well, good morning to both of you, too." Then she added in a 
knowing tone, "Did you two sleep well?"

"Snug as two bugs in a rug," offered Darcy.

"Two peas in a pod," I said.

Mary said, "Well, I certainly hope you slept more like two turtledoves in a 
nest, I'd hate to think that all my hinting around went for nothing."

Darcy wiggled her butt at her mother as she left the room for the kitchen. 
"Got it covered, Mom," she called gaily.

After Darcy left, Mary got serious. "Jack, was it okay?  Darcy seems fine. 
Well, what I guess I'm saying is, what happened?"

I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to reveal.

Mary looked directly at me as she said, "Sounded to me like some rather 
rhythmical goings on up there."

I said, "Damn those squeaky bedsprings!"
"Yeah...And?"

"Um, are you sure you want the graphic details?"

"You bet I do, lover. What else do you think is going to sustain me till I'm 
back in action?"

"Okay," I said, caving in, "We made love."

"I guessed.  And not for the first time, either."

"Oh, Mary, the first real time was only day before yesterday."

"And the blueberry stains on Darcy's thighs?"

"You noticed, huh?"

"I noticed."

"Well, that was heavy petting, dry humping...fooling around, sex play.  The 
whole thing started the night of the last campfire, when I was putting Darcy 
to bed."

"You felt her up?"

"No, she felt me up!"

Mary shivered under her covers.  "Oooh, God!" she moaned,  "Between the 
sinful deviltry of it, the incestuousness of it, and the just plain 
sexuality of it, I feel like I'm beginning to take an interest in life 
again!"

"You know?" I said,  "I wondered how you were going to take it, and what was 
in it for you."

"Sugar, number one, if you will remember, I was a child of the sixties too!  
Remember, I lost my virginity at thirteen, to one of the roadies for the 
Stones, backstage DURING one of their concerts....while I was standing in the 
wings, fixated on Mick, staring at Mick singing "Satisfaction" on the stage 
the whole time, I more than willingly let this grungy roadie lay me over a 
bass drum and...Oh, well, another place, another time."

"What's number two?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry, I got lost in a time warp there for a second...Number 
two.  Well, number two, of course, is that it rather turns me on, the idea 
of you fucking OUR girl.  As I said, it stimulates me.  It's just sooo 
dirty!  Gets the juices of life flowing in me again."

She was quiet for a second and then a glint came into her eye,  "You don't 
suppose..."

"What, sweetie? At this point I am willing to suppose about anything.

"Well, if it isn't too absolutely decadent...no, no, I guess..."

"What? What, for heaven sake?"

In a small voice, Mary said, "You don't suppose that, at some point, maybe I 
could ...um...watch?"

My mind reeled!

That afternoon I talked to Darcy as we lay on the raft, sunning.

"She wants to watch."

"What?"

"She wants to watch."

"She wants to watch? Us?"

"She wants to watch us."

"Wow!"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure why. She just wants to be there, I guess."

"Hmm."

"How do you feel about that, Darcy?"

"Geez, Dad, I don't know.  I mean...she's just gonna WATCH? Like, we've gotta 
PERFORM or something?"

"No, sugar, we'd just do whatever we do, only she'd be there too."

"In the bed?"

"Well, I guess that's something we'll just have to work out."

"Hmm. It's a little weird but...well..."Darcy leered at me with a crooked grin. 
Then, as the idea grew on her, she wiggled her butt a little as she lay 
there on the raft. Then she looked at me and licked her lips with an open 
mouth.
"Interesting, huh?" I asked.

"Mmmm. Mom doesn't want to PLAY, too?"

Good grief! I thought.  Have I ever misjudged the situation!  Here I had 
been worried that she was might be freaked out by having her mother watch 
her make love with me, and what she was really interested in was making sure 
her mother got into the action. What a honey!

"Oh, I imagine it won't be long before she's involved, somehow."

Darcy just grinned at me, and then rolled into the water off the low raft.


Several days went by before we could figure out how to involve Mary, and 
before it felt more or less natural to do so.  Darcy would be sure to kiss 
me good morning on the lips, in front of her mother (after kissing and 
hugging her mother, of course).  Or, we would snuggle together on the couch 
in the livingroom with Mary in the other chair.  Then one day, I gave Mary a 
pair of binoculars and told her to watch Bald Mountain, across the lake. 
Darcy and I climbed the low, rocky topped mountain and made love, lying nude 
in the glorious sunshine, sliding all over each other's warm 
sun-screen-oiled bodies. The idea that Mary was watching us through 
binoculars really turned both of us on.

When we returned, Mary grinned as she told us that her sister, Alice, had 
stopped by just when she spotted us on the mountaintop.  She'd had to send 
Alice off on a phony errand just so she could be free to watch. She said we 
looked a little small through the binoculars and that she was hoping for a 
"closer encounter of the sensuous kind" soon.

Then the next night, as we moved Mary from her wheelchair to the soft 
armchair, the sashes of her white terrycloth robe came undone. She left them 
undone and sat there more or less open from her neck to her navel.  The 
terrycloth just barely covered ner nipples. She glanced at me to make sure 
that I was watching the sides of her breasts rising and falling 
rhythmically.

Darcy and I were sitting on the couch together, my arm around her, gently 
rubbing her far shoulder, and occasionally sweeping across her soft chest.  
I was in a tee shirt and shorts. Darcy was ready for bed in a sheer, baby 
blue shorty-nighty and flimsy bikini panties.  She looked up at me and 
grinned.  Deliberately she reached up and drew my head to hers.  We nibbled 
each other's lips, and then as the lust began to take hold, we started 
kissing deeply.

"Take off your panties," I whispered.

"Darcy moaned into my mouth as she raised her hips and slid the diaphanous 
panties down to her ankles, where she kicked them across the room.

The panties cut across Mary's vision as she sat mesmerized by the TV.  She 
turned toward us and began to blush as she watched.

Darcy swung onto my lap, like mounting a horse, and began pressing her cunt 
against me, as I reached under her nighty and fondled her lovely little 
tits. My thumbs caressed her nipples, and she threw her head back, allowing 
her golden brown hair to trail down her back.  Then she came forward and 
kissed me passionately, with open mouthed kisses that stiffened my cock so 
fully I was sure the head looked like a tight, purple plum.

Then she jumped up, skinned out of her nightie, and lay down on the floor. 
She put her feet on my knees as I sat above her, and I watched as her slim 
legs opened.   I stood up and as I took off my clothes, looking down at my 
darling little daughter.  In the dimmed light of the livingroom she was a 
vision of tanned pubescent lust, reaching up for me as I stood, towering 
over her.

I glanced at Mary, who seemed riveted on her daughter.  Mary had slumped in 
her chair and opened her robe completely. She was starting to play with her 
breasts with one hand and was reaching for her cunt with the other.

When I looked back at Darcy, she only had eyes for me.  She was still 
reaching up plaintively, urgently willing me to come to her.  I moved Darcy 
farther away from the couch and on a diagonal to where Mary sat so she would 
have a clear view of what we were about to do.  I knelt between Darcy's bony 
knees and began playing my cock at the entrance to her cunt, inserting it 
half an inch and pulling out, then an inch, and pulling out, teasing, 
teasing, agonizingly slowly... Darcy groaned, "Oh, Daddy, fuck me, fuck me, 
fuck me."  And Mary echoed, "Fuck...fuc...fu..."

I plunged home.  I thrilled once again at the petal soft, hot, wetness that 
enveloped my cock...again, and again, and again. In a couple of minutes we 
were banging away, full tilt, and once again I marveled at how small Darcy 
was.  I practically enveloped her as I lay on top of her.  Fully stretched 
out, with me in her, the top of her head barely came to my collarbone. She 
tilted her head back and smiled up at me. Except for her legs desperately 
trying to cling to my back, I'm sure Mary could hardly see Darcy at all.

	"Oh, Daddy, I love it when you...nuh.. fuck hard...UH...hard...  nguh...HARD.  Oh, 
God, yes, Daddy.  Fuck me hard, fuck me, FUCK ME!!"

My fuck slut was at it again!  Her words, delivered in that hoarse 
adolescent growl of hers, had their effect. I began really slamming her. She 
began gasping and grunting as each thrust shoved her several inches along 
the floor.
Vaguely I heard Mary, from some far distance it seemed, saying, "Oh, Jack, 
don't hurt her!  Not so hard...Not so hard...so hard...so hard...oooooh. Oh God, 
ooooh."

Meanwhile Darcy was panting, "COME in me, Daddy.  Ooof!  Come in my cunt. 
Ngguh! Come, Daddy.  Come, Daddy...Come...cum...cu...cuu.. Oh, God! Oh Jesus! Oh 
FUCK, I'm coming, Daddy, I'm coming. Ungh, OH, OH, OH....OOOOOOH!

"Fuck, yes, Baby, OH FUCK, OH YES, mmmh, mmmmh, MMMMH, AAAH! I love you, 
baby. I love you, Darcy, I love you, my own sweet, my sweet fuck bunny!"

As Darcy and I came back to the world around us, we found that Mary, in her 
own ecstasy, had slid right off the easy chair, and lay in a sprawl, legs 
wide apart, her whole inner thighs wet, her cunt gaping and red.

I couldn't help myself. I left Darcy and crawled between my wife's nearly 
useless legs. I began licking up her thighs, slathered around at her vagina, 
and zeroed in on her clitoris.  She leaned back on the chair, bracing with 
one elbow, and grabbed me by the hair with the other hand. She guided my 
head in on her clitoris.

As I licked and sucked, I saw that Darcy had moved, too.  She was up at her 
mother's head, behind Mary now, peering over her shoulder, hugging her, and 
pressing cheek to cheek as they both looked down to watch what I was doing.

"Feels good, dunnit?" Darcy whispered.

"Umm hmm, Sugar, you have no idea!"  Between, pants, as I raised her closer 
and closer to climax, she said, "Sugarpie, you don't know it...but you...started 
with one of the all time...great...cunnilinguists...in the world."

"I guess `cunni...' whatever, means cunt lickers, huh?"

"Mmmm, wha?..oh yes, Darce, oh yes....MMM, Cunt licker is EXACTLY what it 
MEEANS!"  Cunt lick...cunt li...oh, lick, lick LICK.  Mary yowled as she jammed 
my face into her crotch.

After a while, I rolled over and lay the back of my head on Mary's thigh, 
still between her legs.  Darcy came around and lay half on top of me, her 
left hip on the floor, her right leg across my stomach, her right hand on my 
chest.  Mary caressed both our heads for a minute or two, and then said:

"Mmmm, this is wonderful.  I wish we could stay just like this all night, 
but it's beginning to hurt. I'm afraid we've got to move."

So Darcy and I helped Mary up and into her wheelchair and tucked her robe 
around her once more.  As she wheeled herself into the bathroom she said, 
"Darce, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Later, lying in bed upstairs, Darcy related to me that her mother was 
worried that I might be hurting her by fucking her so hard.  Darcy assured 
her mother that, except for a slight rug burn on her shoulder blades, she 
was not being hurt; she could withstand being banged pretty hard `down 
there.'  Furthermore, she liked the feeling of being `taken,' overpowered by 
brute force, battered into helpless submission. "I don't think Daddy will 
really hurt me," she had added.

Mary had agreed that I probably wouldn't hurt her intentionally, but that I 
might get carried away sometime and hurt her by accident. After all, I was 
so much bigger than she was.  Darcy  asked if that had ever happened to 
Mary, and Mary had said,  "Well, no, but your father and I never..." and then 
she had stopped.

Now Darcy asked me, as she lay there in my arms, "Never what, Dad?"

"Darce, your mother and I...well, she never...well, we always...um...she'd never let 
me go `all out' I guess is the way to put it."

"Geez, Dad, how'd she stop you?"

"Well, she'd just sort of freeze up when I got too rough, just kind of stop 
and go rigid like."

"How come, Dad? I mean, if I can take it, you'd think someone bigger could."

"I'm not sure, Darcy.  I guess fear of getting hurt was part of it, but 
there was something else, too.
Something that I can't quite put my finger on."

My sage little girl said, "We should find out about this."

With that, she kissed me sweetly and fell asleep with her hand on my cock.

When you are in love/lust, it seems like you want it all the time.  The next 
morning I awoke with Darcy straddling me, just sliding my stiff prick into 
her vagina.  As she eased herself down on my cock, she saw my eyes open and 
she grinned down, the morning sun radiant through her light brown hair.

"Morning, Pop, mind if I fuck you?"

I reached up for her, and she came down to me.  I raised my pelvis enough to 
bring her head up to mine. The thrust lifted her stomach off of mine, so she 
was virtually spitted on my cock as we kissed.  She actually lifted her 
knees off the bed and wrapped her thighs around my thighs to enhance the 
effect.  Then she pushed up on her hands so it felt like the only places we 
were touching were at the genitals and at the mouths. The position pressed 
our mouths together hard, mashing our lips against our teeth.  I held her 
suspended there for several seconds and then pushed her shoulders down as I 
lowered my pelvis.  She lay there moving her lips around on her teeth, her 
legs over mine, my cock two thirds into her.  Then she pushed up once again 
on her hands.

"Mmmm, Dad," she said when she had squeezed her mouth back into shape, "I 
liked that. It felt like your penis ran all the way right through me. All 
the way from my vagina to my mouth, like I was on a barbecue spit, roasting 
away over a warm fire."

Then she sat up more, drew her knees forward, and began fucking me. She rose 
on her knees and slid up and down on my cock, like she was posting on a 
horse.  I stretched my arms out to the sides as if I were tied and helpless 
and lay there quietly.  Darcy grinned in recognition of the game.

"Slave," she said, "I've got you now. And I'm gonna fuck you to death!" and 
she began rising up on her knees and coming down harder and harder onto me. 
Finally she was literally letting her full weight drop on me again and 
again, as my cock slid harder and harder up that soft, warm, wet 
tunnel...again...and again...and again.

I arched my back as I came, and then thrust up with my pelvis, arching and 
thrusting several times, driving my sperm into Darcy's sweet womb. Then I 
put my feet on the bed and bridged on my shoulders, lifting her suspended, 
impaled on my cock, high enough that her knees were off the bed.  She leaned 
back to ride the bucking bronco and grinned down at me in a swirl of golden 
brown hair. Then she raised her hands out to the sides, balancing. She 
lifted her feet off the bed too and teetered there suspended, impaled, 
smiling down at me.  Eventually she lost her balance and toppled forward 
onto my chest, where she lay nuzzling my right nipple, crooning to herself 
and to me.

That afternoon we got Mary into her bathing suit, and I carried her down to 
the dock. The three of us sat on the side of the dock, where the water was 
only about four feet deep. With Mary in the middle, we dangled our feet in 
the water.  Mary could barely move her legs below the knees, but she gamely 
did her exercises, swirling her legs in opposite directions, first one way 
and then the other. Darcy sat there for a while watching, and then she went 
and got an inner tube from the boathouse.  She jumped into the water and 
paddled over in front of Mary, shoving the tube in front of her.

"Come on, Mom, hop in."

"Oh, I don't know, Sugar, what if I slip off it?"

I dropped into the water and stood holding the tube. I reached one arm up to 
Mary and smiled.  Cautiously she inched her way off the dock, and with a 
final shove, landed on both me and the tube, grabbing hard for both.  After 
a little struggle, she got the tube around her, under her arms. As she 
relaxed, she realized that she could touch bottom.  She smiled weakly at 
Darcy and me.

Darcy came up behind her and began fiddling at the back of Mary's neck.  I 
realized that she was untying the strap of Mary's suit, and I pulled the 
tube a little deeper and farther from the dock to distract Mary.  When we 
reached the point where Darcy was up to her neck, I stopped.  Suddenly Mary 
realized what Darcy was doing.

"Wha?  Whoa, Darcy, hold it!  What if somebody's watching?"

"Therapy, Mom," was all that Darcy said as she slid Mary's one piece suit 
down to her waist.

"Jack!" whined Mary.

I repeated Darcy's line with a grin, "Therapy, Mom."
By this time Darcy had succeeded in getting Mary's suit completely off her, 
and she tossed it up on the dock.  She came back to Mary and caught her 
ankles, lifting her body into a swimming position. Then as I towed the tube 
around in the shallow water, Darcy began moving Mary's feet in a kicking 
motion.  Mary relaxed and began to try to move her legs in rhythm.  Feebly, 
feebly, she made some motions on her own.

She grinned at us.  "Making progress, making progress."

Darcy leered, "Yeah, Mom, but you GOTTA do it in the nude."

Mary snorted.

"It's the only way," I chimed in.  "Best thing for you.  All that sensual 
feeling of the water flowing over you nude body."

"Your very NICE nude body," said Darcy. "Mom, you do have a nice body, even 
if your legs don't work very well yet."

"Thank you, Sweetheart," said Mary, reaching for a hug from her daughter.

As she reached, she slipped and sank down through the middle of the tube.  
Instead of panicking, however, she floated free of it and remained 
underwater until Darcy caught her arms and raised her head. She clung to 
Darcy's shoulders and tried to stand. The water buoyed most of her weight, 
and she managed to get upright, although she didn't have the coordination 
even to stagger when they swayed. They toppled over and both went under the 
water.

I quickly plunged to the rescue and the three of us came up more or less 
facing each other. Mary had an arm on each of our shoulders and we both had 
her around the waist. In the little family huddle I looked down on Mary's 
breasts floating there, her nipples just poking at the surface.

"Mmmm," I said as I gently caressed the breast closest to me with my off 
hand. Darcy watched for a second and then, surprisingly, did the same with 
Mary's other breast.

Mary turned and looked at Darcy.  "Oh, sugarplum," she moaned.


I knew we had to get everybody to the house as quickly as possible or there 
would be one hell of a public spectacle.  I scooped Mary up and carried her, 
nude, over the hundred feet of lawn, past the fire circle, and into the 
cottage.  She clung to my neck and was kissing whatever she could reach of 
me. Darcy came trailing along close behind.  When we got inside, I lowered 
Mary onto the floor and lay beside her, caressing her whole body from 
shoulders to knees.  Darcy came in, shucked her bathing suit, and lay down 
on the other side of Mary.  I started sucking one of Mary's breasts and 
Darcy started sucking the other.  Our hands met occasionally as we both 
roamed freely over Mary's body.

When I moved down between Mary's legs, Darcy moved up nose to nose with her. 
As I began licking and moving my fingers around on Mary's cunt, Darcy and 
Mary were nuzzling each other, not really kissing, but just brushing lips 
and purring into each other's faces. When Mary neared her climax, Darcy bent 
over her, suckling at one nipple while she played with the other.

Several minutes later Mary lay spent, flat on her back with her head on a 
pillow. Darcy was also flat on her back right beside Mary as Mary cradled 
her head.  Mary smiled as she watched me minister to our daughter's sweet 
little pussy with my tongue and fingers.  With Darcy, I felt freer to insert 
my fingers and was soon finger fucking her with my first two fingers while I 
flicked my tongue again and again on her clitoris.

Darcy arched her head up and looked back at her mother with a dreamy smile, 
her eyes beginning to roll up in her head.  Mary reached over with her free 
hand and brushed some hairs off Darcy's face and then softly, gently, 
brushed her hand back and forth on Darcy's chest.  She circled round and 
round a nipple while I circled my tongue round and round her clit.

Darcy gurgled and then moaned quietly as she came in gentle waves.  She was 
delirious for a minute or two as I continued to lick and suck more and more 
gently.  Finally she looked up and said.

"Mmmmm, that was GREAT!  Not hot and heavy like usual, but deep and...I don't 
know...good."

I got up and walked into the kitchen.  "Anybody want a drink?" I called 
back. "I'm having some bourbon on the rocks."

Mary said, "Me too, but with a little water, please."

And then Darcy said, "Me three, please."

So I made three Bourbons.  I made Darcy's light and put a fair amount of 
water into it. When I returned to the living room, Darcy had somehow managed 
to get Mary onto the couch and was sitting beside her, both of them nude.

Darcy suddenly realized that I was still wearing my swimming trunks. Before 
I could sit down, she set down her drink and crawled off the couch.  She got 
up on her knees and pulled my suit down to my ankles as I stood there 
looking down at the top of her head.  I stepped out of my trunks and looked 
up at Mary as Darcy lifted my cock to her mouth. While my daughter gave me a 
blow job, very nearly deep throated me, Mary sipped her bourbon and watched. 
  The scene was so erotic for me that I came in thirty seconds, mostly in 
Darcy's mouth, but partly on her face and shoulder.  There was one string of 
cum in her hair.  She swallowed twice and then grinned up at me, her face 
smeared with my incestuous fluid.  I knelt in front of her and kissed her, 
licking her face off, tasting my own cum. With one last long French kiss, we 
stood and hugged each other.

"Thanks for a WONDERFUL afternoon, Dad," she said.

"My pleasure, Sugar."

"Jack, you're wonderful," said Mary.

"Hmm" I said as I seated myself on the floor, my back to the couch, between 
Mary's knees.  She began playing with my hair as I sipped my bourbon.

That night in bed Darcy asked, "You think it's okay for me to feel up mom?  
I mean, it doesn't make me a lesbian or something, does it?"

"Darce, lesbian is only a label.  In general do you feel more attracted to 
girls or to guys?"

"Silly question," she giggled as she reached for my cock.

"Well, there you go," I said. "There is nothing wrong with wanting to give 
pleasure to somebody else, male or female.   Plus, this is more of a family 
thing than a boy-girl thing.  At least now it is, anyway.  Do you LIKE to 
touch mom?"

"Yeah, I do.  But it's different from touching you.  When I'm touching her, 
it's like `we girls' are in this together, or something.  The two of us are 
sharing you, you know?  So when I'm touching mom, it's really like I just 
sharing you with her."

"Participating in her pleasure."

"Yeah," Darcy yawned.  Then she snuggled under my arm and fell asleep.



The three weeks of vacation passed all too quickly, and although we would 
get up to the cottage on several weekends in September, it was with sadness 
that we packed up and headed back home to Orleans.

As we pulled out of the dirt lane and onto blacktop once again, I realized 
that Darcy had been quiet for some time, and was sitting sort of hunched up 
in the back seat.

"Are you feeling okay, Darce?" I asked.

"Um, okay, Dad, maybe I'm just sad about leaving. It sure was a GREAT 
vacation."

Mary looked back at Darcy, "Yeah?" she asked mockingly, "I don't know how 
you could possibly think that.  All those cold rainy days, no romance, no 
sex..."

Darcy was quiet for a while then she said, "Mom, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Darce, what?"

"Mom, do you think we could stop at a drug store for some Tampons?"


The End (maybe).


________________________________________________________________________
Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+


  
index