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Subject: {ASSM} Little Magician 1/2 by Thomas Katt (M/f, incest [dad/daughther], oral)
Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2000 21:10:02 -0500
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"Little Magician" (1/2)
by: Thomas Katt

"The Trick"


Cindy sat on the lawn, her legs snugly crossed beneath her plaid skirt.  She
waited for Susie on the school's front lawn.  Looking at her watch in
frustration, she mumbled to herself, "Where is she?  Probably talking to
some guy.  Greg probably, little slut's gonna ruin my plans."  Cindy knew
that her dad would soon arrive to pick her up; her only hope was that Susie
would beat him to the punch (and with what she said she'd bring for her).
This had to go down tonight; tomorrow night was her dad's poker game and she
couldn't bear to wait another two days...maybe more, who knew.  Rocking with
anticipation, she implored, "come on, come on, hurry up Susie."  She still
had five minutes before her dad's usual pick up time.  But today, though,
she didn't want to run the risk of him being early.

As if on cue, Susie bounded though the school doors and raced towards her
impatient friend. Her long dark hair desperately tried to keep pace with her
young lovely body.

"Damn girl, what took you so long,?  No, let me guess...Greg?", Cindy said
with obvious relief she'd shown up.

Susie, with a smile that stretched from ear to ear, apologized as she sat
down, "Sorry, but he was asking me out and I didn't want to seem like I was
in a rush. How'd ya know, anyway?"

"I saw you flirting with him at lunch.  Flavor of the week, huh?" Cindy
teased her friend. "Were you able to get it?," she asked just as Susie
pulled a brown paper bag from her backpack.

"Of course!  Was there ever any doubt?," asked Susie as she handed the bag
to Cindy (who quickly stuffed the brown sack into her own backpack).

Unable to hide her gratitude, Cindy hugged her friend. "Cool!!!  Thanks
babe, now I owe you big time!!!"

"You don't know how big," Susie grinned impishly.

Dislodging herself from the embrace, Cindy asked, "So how'd you get this
stuff anyway?"

"That's my little secret...for now.  Let's just say it was a 'jawbreaker,'
teased Susie as she jokingly massaged her mandible.  "So you gonna do it
tonight?"

"You betcha.  That little toy you got me has done more harm than good.  I
can barely control myself when I'm around him. Yes ma'am, tonight's the
night."  Cindy exclaimed.  Even now she could barely resist the temptation
to slip her hand under her plaid skirt and white cotton panties and jam her
fingers up into her already damp 15, almost 16, year-old pussy.

"Jeez, girl, if your dad knew what you were planning he'd have you skinned
alive", Susie still only half believed that such a conservative girl would
actually carry out such a scheme.  "I guess you never know" she thought to
herself.

"What I'M planning?", said Cindy, her eyes widened in mock indignation, "you
mean what WE'RE planning, don't you?  After all, this was as much your idea
as mine."

"Yeah, I know, but it's your fantasy.  I only thought up how you could make
it happen.  Honestly, I never thought you'd ever go through with it.  I just
figured it'd be another one of your unfulfilled fantasies," admitted Susie.

"Not this time.  For once I'm finally gonna make a dream come true. You'll
see," declared Cindy, completely confident in herself.

(Honk!  Honk!) Cindy's father was right on time.

"I might call you tonight and let you know how it went; if not, I'll see ya
tomorrow...bye." Cindy ran to her father's car, obviously excited that her
desires were nearing fulfillment.

"Have a ball," Susie said to no one in particular. Giggling to herself, she
made her way home.


Susie envied Cindy.  She was on the verge of losing her virginity and
experiencing for the first time all those new sensations and feelings which
would soon have her petite body writhing in overwhelming ecstasy -- not the
least of which will be the bliss of feeling a nice stiff cock filling her
pussy for the very first time.  And if what Cindy had said was true, a
mighty thick one at that.  Oh well, if all went according to plan, by this
weekend she'd be watching a video of her young blond friend getting fucked
for the first time, and that was after all the next best thing.  She
couldn't stand to wait much longer;  her own plans just starting to bear
fruit.  She knew that if he banged Cindy, she could also get some of that
cock for herself -- and to hell with Greg (or maybe not).  Hmmmm.


Watching his daughter make her way to the car, James couldn't help but feel
like the luckiest son of a bitch on Earth.  When his wife had left him
almost two years ago, he had thought his life over.  But in time, and with
the help of his daughter, he'd realized that he was indeed blessed.  If
anything, his wife's departure was probably the best thing that ever
happened to him.

Their relationship had been so one-sided; his love and devotion unrequited,
and now he knew it was best buried and forgotten.  Glad she was gone, and
sincerely hoping she enjoys her new life with Charles, he counted his lucky
stars.  If she ever came back, though, that would be the icing on the cake:
He could tell her (with all honesty), "to go take a flying fuck at a rolling
doughnut."  He just didn't care, any longer.  He had a lovely daughter, a
great job as a telecommuting computer programmer, and he was in great shape
thanks to his thrice a week workouts.  Between his daughter, Cindy, and his
occasional meaningless interludes with women whose names he could barely
remember, he had plenty of love and companionship.  He lacked nothing; he
had it all.

Yet he still couldn't help but think of his college sweetheart when he
looked at his daughter.  She possessed the same exuberance and zest for life
as her mother had, at her young age.  Cindy's face and body were the
splitting image of her mother's when he had met her during their sophomore
year of college. She had the same long lustrous silky blonde hair lapping at
her waist,  big expressive innocent blue eyes, and tall slim build.  At
5'9", his daughter was taller than average, and at 110 lb., slimmer too --
just as Iris had been.  Cindy was a gorgeous waif, delicate and full of
life, and her budding breasts held the promise which her mother's had so
long ago fulfilled.  Cindy was truly on her way to becoming, no....she was,
a beautiful young woman. Luckily Cindy inherited her outlook and personality
from him.  Where her mother was cold and calculating, always working things
out to her advantage, Cindy was carefree and loving, and living each moment
for its own sake.  The way she enjoyed everything: From their occasional
trips to the coast, to the little things like a cone of her favorite ice
cream, was youth and vitality personified.  It was not conceit when he
thought that his genes had improved upon perfection.  Good-bye Iris, meet
the new and improved you, Cindy.  He was the second person to envy her that
day.


"Hi Daddy," Cindy said as she entered the car and hugged her father, giving
him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Hi Sweety", James said as he returned her affection.

As they drove away, Cindy couldn't help but think about what lay ahead.
Tonight would change her life forever, for better or worse. As they turned
the corner she let herself melt into the vinyl seat of the Ford, lost in
visions of what awaited her.  Although she wasn't the religious type, she
prayed that her father wouldn't somehow ruin her plans for the evening. As
she prayed, he drove.  It seemed like an eternity, but finally they made it
home.  It was the longest 3 mile drive of her life.

"What do you want for dinner, Sweety?" her father asked as she started up
the stairs.

"Daddy, you scatter-brain, I told you I have a date with Rick
tonight; I'm gonna eat with him," she responded in a somewhat exasperated
manner.

"Oooops, sorry.  Well, I'm going to make some of Dad's steak tonight, so
just in case you come back hungry you can have some leftovers, OK?"

"Thanks dad, you know I will.  Are you trying to fatten me up so no boys
will go out with me?" she said hanging on to the banister.

James laughed so hard he thought he thought he'd split a gut, "Nope, I just
know how much you like my Bar-B-Q."

Cindy was delighted, not only was she going to see her plan to
fruition, but she wouldn't go hungry either.  "Thanks dad, I love ya," she
said as she made her way up the stairs and to her bedroom.

"I love you too, Sweety," James responded as he entered the kitchen, "by the
way, that's not such a bad idea", he joked...still laughing.

Cindy laughed at the irony of the exchange as she entered her room.


Having finished her bath and make-up, Cindy sauntered back into her bedroom.
Glancing at the clock on her night table, and it's announcement of "6:41
P.M.," she hurried along knowing that her father was probably done with the
grill.  Dropping her robe to the floor, and reveling in the cool,
ceiling-fan's breeze as it hardened her tender teenaged nipples, she
pondered what she would wear tonight.  Making up her mind, she got dressed.

Checking herself in the mirror, one last time, she knew she'd made the right
choices.  Her make-up was barely there:  A touch of hot pink lipstick, and
that was all.  Anything more would have detracted from her natural beauty.
Her hair was pulled into a tight pull-it-while-you-fuck-me ponytail, set
high near the top of her head in her favorite  "I Dream of Jeannie" style.
She would've preferred to wear it down, but tonight she didn't want it
getting in the way.  Cindy had decided on her black party dress -- which she
had almost outgrown -- because she loved the provocative effect of the
clinging garment.  A year after her father had purchased it, it barely
reached far enough to cover the entirety of her tight little ass.  And boy,
did it work wonders on her boobs; she loved the way it pushed her small
pubescent tits up and together in such a felonious manner. Her only  frill
was a pair of thigh-high black stockings which just barely made it up under
her dress, and which had a sexy seam running up the back of her supple legs.
A pair of diamond earrings and black pumps with 3 inch heels completed her
ensemble.  She chose to go bare tonight: There was no need for underwear; it
would only get in  her way.  The 15 year-old nymph was ready for what the
night had in  store.

Coming down the stairs and rounding the corner, Cindy headed for the dining
room.  As she came within sight of it, she saw her father sitting at the far
end anxiously taking the first bite of his steak. "Daddy, I'm gonna go
outside and wait for Rick, OK?"

James looked up at his daughter, ready to give her the usual lecture about
being home by 9:00 p.m., when he noticed her  appearance. "I don't think so,
not dressed like that you're not," he said seriously.

"Why not daddy?," she wondered with her hands resting on her willing hips.
With her head cocked aside coquettishly, she gave him her best innocent
look.

"Well for one thing, that dress seems to have shrunk. Where are you going
tonight anyway?  I thought you were heading out to the movies.  Seems to me
you're a bit overdressed; underdressed is more like it.  Tone it down, or
cancel your date and have a steak with your old man."  James meant what he
said.  His daughter looked too easy for her own good.

Cindy feigned surprise.  "But daddy, you bought me this dress for the sports
banquet last year and you told me I looked great in it.  I know I've out
grown it a bit but come on, Pleasssseeee???????," she begged him.

James had to admit that although the dress was a bit tight and short, it
wasn't all that revealing.  He didn't think she was really planning on
wearing that to the movies, but then his daughter wasn't the type to lie,
she'd just ask for permission straight out.  "Sorry Sweety, you gotta change
or stay home, and don't argue with me."

"Suddenly" an idea popped into Cindy's mind.  "I'll tell ya what Dad, Susie
taught me a magic trick I've been dying to try out on someone for a while
now.  If you can figure it out, I won't argue with you ever again on what I
wear out, or on who I go out with.  But if you lose, I can go out like this
tonight...and just tonight.  Now come on, I'm giving you odds.  I'd be
giving up a lot more than I stand to gain, what do you say?"  Cindy hoped
this would turn out the way she hoped.

James was not stupid, he knew that his daughter was so sure of  herself then
she probably knew what she was doing.  Cindy wasn't anybody's fool.  But he
couldn't resist.  After all, he really didn't have such a strong objection
to her outfit, and if it meant no arguing, ever, in the future on such
matters, then he was willing to take the chance. "OK, you're on," he said,
his curiosity getting the best of him.

"Alright!," Cindy was delighted. "Hold on a sec, I need to get a few things.
In the mean time, Daddy, clear off the coffee table in the living room...OK?
I'll be right back."  Cindy leaped up the stairs, taking them two at a time
as her dress rode up her young firm ass. She didn't bother to pull it down
until she had made it to her bedroom and the brown bag hidden in the closet.
She checked to make sure that everything she needed was inside and then made
her way back downstairs. As she entered the living room, James was just
finishing off clearing the table.  "Sit down daddy, on the table", she
asked.

Sitting down on the edge of the heavy oak table he playfully admonished,
"OK, but this better be a good trick if you're drawing me away from my
steak"

"Ohhh, it's the best, I promise.  Now close your eyes and don't open them no
matter what, OK?'

"I won't," James promised.

Cindy tied a blindfold over her father's eyes and proceeded to sift through
her brown bag for the rest of her devices.  "OK, Daddy, now lie back with
your arms over the sides of the table," she asked of him.  Pulling two sets
of handcuffs from the bag, locked together to form one longer cuff, she
quickly proceeded to cuff each of her father's wrists under the table before
he could object.

"What are you doing?," he asked as he felt himself being bound.

"You'll see," she teased as she closed the curtains and made sure that the
front door was secured.  Walking over to the camcorder on the shelf, she
pressed the "record" button and giggled as she imagined a director calling
for "action."  Taking off his blindfold, she said, "OK Daddy, here we go."

"What's the trick?"

Her tight virgin pussy wet with anticipation, she exclaimed, "Why silly, I
am!"  She gracefully spread her arms and rolled her wrists as if to say,
"ta-da."

James' body rested lengthwise along the table, his wrists bound beneath him,
his ass almost hanging of the edge, and his feet planted on the carpet.  He
wasn't sure what his daughter had in mind, but he  hope she'd get it over
with quickly -- he sure as hell didn't want to be seen like this if anyone
came calling, especially not by one of her suitors.  "Sweety, whatever your
trick is, get on with it before Rick gets here."

Looking at her father, Cindy couldn't help thinking what a handsome and sexy
man he was.  With his short black hair and tanned, toned body, he looked
like a man ten years his junior.  From the pictures she had seen, except for
a touch of gray, he was still the same football player he had been in
college:  6'4" and 205 lbs. of lean muscle. "Oh Daddy, you can be so stupid
sometimes.  I don't have a date with Rick.  I'm staying home with you so you
can fuck the shit out of your little girl's perverted mind," her naughty
mouth spewed.  She rolled his white T-shirt up to his neck and  straddled
her  bound father's bare chest as he struggled to deal with the admission.

"Oh my God!," he croaked.  As his daughter sat on his chest, James noticed
for the first time that she wasn't wearing any panties.  To his amazement,
her juicy snatch was completely shaved except for a fuzzy patch of blond
hair at the top of her slit, her cunt was literally staring him in the face.
With nothing to hide her arousal, he could clearly see his little girl's
moist pussy, and her hungrily swollen lips.  Damn, she had a gorgeous cunt.
Nothing hanging or wasted; it was nice, tight, rosy pink and compact.

He wondered how much it would stretch?  "Oh shit," what was he thinking?
"This is not funny, young lady!  Get off of me and unlock these
cuffs...NOW!!!," he warned her in the most intimidating tone he could manage
(though to his dismay, his body was already betraying him).

Cindy had noticed the way her father had stared at the treasure between her
legs, how his gaze had lingered hungrily, and she knew right then and there
that he was just as hot for her as she was for him.  A little more
encouragement on her part and he'd lose his remaining resolve -- and be hers
at last.   Ignoring his words, she reached behind her, and with her left
hand began to rub her fathers cock.  Gently, she  stroked up and down it's
length.  Cindy was not surprised to find that he was already well on his way
to harboring an enthusiastically incestuous erection.

"Ummm, Daddy...I love the way your dick is getting sooo hard.  Do you like
the way I'm rubbing it?," she asked as she looked him straight in the eyes.

"Ohhhh, yess!!!  God, fuckin' help me...it feels so good," he moaned. Her
little hand did indeed feel wonderful.  If only it wasn't his only
daughter's hand.  Why not her cute friend, Susie?  Then there'd be no need
for these damn handcuffs.  At 37, James had no qualms with fucking a 15 or
16 year old, if that's what she wanted.  But doing his own daughter?  Jesus,
that incredible little hand molesting him felt so amazing.  And that
beautiful, tight, innocent pussy was so close, he could almost lick it; it
was driving him crazy.  What was happening to him?  His will to resist was
dissolving, swiftly.  "Baby, you have to stop this before it goes any
further, or it'll change things between us forever.   We can just forget
this ever happened, and never mention it again, if you stop now."  James was
pleading with her.

"That's what I want daddy, I want things to change forever.  I want you to
stop fucking those bar-room sluts and save this wand for me, your "Little
Magician".  Besides, I can tell you like it a lot.  Come on daddy,
pleassssse fuck me, pretty pleassssse. If you don't like it we don't have to
do it again, and I promise, cross my heart, that I won't tell anyone.  Huh?"
As she begged him her hand slipped beneath his underwear's waistband and
began to stroke his cock, skin to skin.

This was too much.  Her hand, stroking his dick with no fabric to dull the
sensation, was more than he could bear.  "I dunno," was all he could muster.

Cindy knew she had him.  Before he could protest, she withdrew her hand and
moved down to the end of the table.  Kneeling between her father's feet, she
began to peel the sweatpants and boxers from his trembling body.  Her dress
had ridden up near to her waist, and she could fell her bare ass resting on
her heels.  Her breath caught in her throat when her father's erection
sprang free:  it stood upright with a slight tilt towards his stomach.  She
couldn't believe the sight of it.  Just looking at it, her body tensed as
the nipples of her still-developing 32-B breasts strained against her dress,
her inner thighs were wet with the love she ached to share...again.  "Ohhh
Dad, I just came for YOU."

She had seen her father's cock once, months ago, when she walked in on him
one morning.  But up close, it looked almost too big for her.  Almost.  What
blew her mind wasn't its length, approximately 7 inches, but its girth.  His
cock was thicker than any she had ever seen in a magazine or in one of Susie
's porno movies.  She reached for it and found her hand could barely
encircle it;  she knew she was going to be taking the ride of her life.
Slowly she jacked it.  Studied it.  Admired it.  And enjoyed her first view
of a real cock, up close.  It felt wonderful: so hard and yet so soft, all
at once.  Her father's veins pulsed with power, with life, with passion,  as
his dick throbbed in time to his heartbeat.  A drop of precum already
perched at its tip, she couldn't resist.  Bringing the head to her mouth,
her tongue snaked out and stole its first taste.  "Ummmm, yummy Daddy," she
told him.  "It's even better than your steak, so you know I really love it.
I guess I just love any meat that my Daddy feeds me." She giggled.

His resolve broken, James pleaded with his daughter, "come on baby, suck it.
I'm so close."

Delighted and eager, Cindy did as her father asked.  "She was such a good
girl," she thought to herself.

Knowing he was about to cum, she stroked him ever faster.  She engulfed her
young, moist, full lips around the tip of her fathers cock as she continued
to pump her little hand up and down his shaft.  She took as much as she
could into her pretty mouth, almost half of it, before she gagged.
Repressing reflex, as best she could, she blew her father even though a tear
streaked down her face.  It was a tear of unbridled passion.

"Yeah, that's it sweetheart."  His reluctance forgotten, he warned  is
daughter, "Here I cum, baby."

Cindy couldn't speak with a mouthful of her daddy's cock, but she  prepared
herself for what was to come.  She had seen enough movies to know that she
was about to get much more than just the taste she had enjoyed not a few
minutes ago.  She sucked hard, her tongue lapping at the underside of his
cock.  Letting it slide out (just a lil' bit) so that she could swirl her
tongue around the head, she did her best bring her daddy off.  Then he
"arrived."

She felt Daddy's cock swell in her little mouth, his grunts and groans only
confirming what she knew to be true:  he was cumming in his daughter's
mouth.  His dick spewed forth load after load of semen into her young,
vulnerable throat.  Inexperienced Cindy did her best to swallow as much as
she could.  But despite her best efforts, some of it gushed from her mouth
and dribbled onto her Daddy's cock.  She swallowed for what seemed an
eternity; his orgasm was never-ending.

When he finally stopped cumming, she let his wand slip from her suckling
mouth and said, "Good God, Dad, that was wonderful.  I hope you don't mind,
but I've got to clean you up a little bit.  You came too much for me,  but
don't worry, I just need some practice.  That's all."  Methodically,
lovingly, Cindy began to lap at the overflow that had pooled on her father's
mound.  Licking caringly, all along the shaft and down to his balls, her
tongue found every drop semen and greedily guided them  down to her tummy.

"Baby, that was wonderful," James admitted unashamedly.  Although her
technique was noteworthy, it was the dastardly idea of his own daughter
swallowing his meat that had really sent him over the edge.

As if reading his mind, in mid-lick Cindy observed, "you liked having your
little girl suck your lollipop, didn't you?"

"Ohh, hell yeah.  Let me out of these cuffs, will you?"

"Not yet, this was just a warm up.  And I'm not letting you go until I feel
that cream shooting deep into my pussy."

James could tell that Cindy was not to be denied.


End of Part 1/2

Note to the reader:

Let me know what you think.  Praise and constructive criticism are
always welcome, at thomaskatt@hotmail.com .  Pointless flames will be
discarded with nary a thought.

This is a rewrite of something I wrote four years ago under the pseudonym
"KingPin.

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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