Perverts 'R' Us

A Daughter Makes Scents

By The Purvv ( M/F, M/f, cons, inc-fath/dau )

Note from The Purvv: This is another of the half-dozen or so unfinished stories of mine that I can never seem to get to finish. Hopefully, there is enough written that will keep the readers at least partially 'satisfied'.

Chapter 1

Jim Lynch was being charged with the rape of his youngest daughter. The prisoner, who was the father of three girls, was being honest in answering the various questions from the detectives in charge. None of the cops present were surprised at anything they heard Jim admitting. Being old-timers they had heard it all before, in some form or another.

However, the uniform officer that was there seemed almost intent while listening to the confession of the big burly man. As arresting officer, Al Torre was required to stay in the Detective Bureau while the interrogation of the accused man took place. All of Al's years on the force had been spent in uniform and he had never been exposed to anything like this.

As the questioning continued, Lynch also admitted to having sex with his other two daughters, and although there was not yet any complaint from them, these too would be investigated thoroughly. Although the detectives were professional, showing no signs of emotion, Al could sense his fellow officer's contempt for Lynch; they were obviously disgusted with the man.

Torre himself was dispassionate and secretly sympathized with the accused. He himself had a 14-year-old daughter and although he never touched her and was sure that he never would, he was nonetheless considerate of Lynch's situation because of his own shortcomings. There were quite a few times in the past when the policeman found himself looking at his daughter with unnatural feelings. All too often, when the opportunity presented itself, he would sneak peaks under Michelle's skirt or down through the top of the youngster's blouse. He was not happy for doing these things, and he continuously fought with himself, but he found that he had a harder and harder time controlling his feelings as his young daughter continued to physically mature.

Al's interest in the interrogation was especially heightened with Lynch's response to how it all started. The prisoner told how he had originally only looked at his daughters' bodies and that in the beginning he never had any intention of doing anything to them. It was only after he had gotten a computer and began going onto the internet that his thoughts began to evolve.

At first he had accidentally come across a site relating to incest. A spark was kindled. Then he sought out a couple of more sites and previous unused lights within his brain began to be turned on and brighten. Soon he found a chat room whose participants were guys who actually fucked their own daughters and others that wanted to do the same.

What really caught Jim's interest at the site was something that he heard from virtually every guy who had claimed to have fucked his own girl. Each seemed to have a different story but the one constant that never varied from each father's story was that none had ever experienced any scent to compare with that of their own daughter's pussy. At least during the times that Jim was visiting these chat rooms, that was invariably the message. Most of these guys said that they enjoyed eating pussy in the past; though some didn't. But they all agreed that the smell from their own daughter's pussy was the most enticing, awe-inspiring aroma that any guy would ever encounter in his life. Once you had your nose in your daughter's twat there would be no other one that you would ever want to have sex with.

There was one guy in the chat room that had undergone therapy and said that his psychiatrist told him that this phenomenon was universal. He believed that it had something to do with the genes and that daughters inherited an inner body odor and that their fathers smelled their own mother from the scent within their daughter's pussy.

Upon hearing these things being related the detectives smirked and grinned, and at one point in the interrogation Lynch lashed out at them: "Go ahead and laugh. But I guarantee - - None of you would laugh if you ever got a whiff of your own daughter's pussy."

One of the detectives present jumped up from his seat, lunged and slapped Lynch. He was infuriated at the mention of his own daughter. The others had to hastily intervene and pull him away from the prisoner.

Lynch was able to quickly calm down; he realized that he had triggered that response. When the offending detective was sent out of the room, Jim completed his story/confession. He told of how, after a few nights in the chat rooms, he decided to hunt down a pair of panties that had been worn by any of his daughters. After his wife and the girls were asleep he went into his oldest girl's bedroom and was able to find the pair that she had apparently worn that day, in her 'dirties' basket. After assuring himself that his daughter was asleep he put the panties to his face and smelled.

He said that he immediately got the biggest and quickest hard-on that he ever had up until that time. He added that from smelling the panties and looking down at his daughter, who was sleeping beneath a blanket, he found himself cumming all over the floor without ever touching himself. From that point forward he became obsessed with the idea of his having sex with his oldest daughter. Within a couple of months he had managed to accomplish that, and he then moved on to his second daughter. It was the third and youngest daughter that got him in trouble.

The events of this whole night bothered Al. He admitted to himself that he understood how incest could happen. Who is to say that if he were to see Michelle naked just what he might do, he honestly wondered? The truth was that he had purposely gotten her onto his lap and raised a hard-on under her ass a few times. Moreover, he was frequently trying to think up other ways of getting his daughter on his lap without her or his wife becoming suspicious.

The remainder of his tour of duty was mentally uncomfortable to Torre, who kept remembering Lynch's story and thinking about his own hidden thoughts about his own teenaged daughter.

Chapter 2

Upon finishing work and checking out of the precinct, Al drove home. It was about 12:30 a.m. when he opened the door to his house. He was greeted with complete silence. His wife and daughter were upstairs in their rooms, sound asleep. He mixed himself a drink and put it on the end table alongside of the couch. After next turning on the TV he then walked upstairs.

The policeman had a set routine when working the 4 p.m. to midnight shift so that he did not disturb his family when he got home. He had a robe hanging in wait in the bathroom, where he would strip down to his shorts, put it on and go back downstairs. Then he would have a few drinks and watch TV.

On this night, there was a slight twist to his routine. For the past two hours, ever since the interrogation ended, he had been thinking about this. He felt what Lynch had said earlier was complete bullshit, yet Al was extremely intrigued. He was determined to find out for sure, because if he didn't, his mind would forever haunt him.

He knew Michelle's usual nightly routine. His 14-year-old daughter was allowed to stay up until 9 p.m., at which time she would go upstairs to the bathroom, shower, and then go to bed.

Al opened the hamper. He pushed a towel and a blouse aside and then his eyes landed on the object of his search. There lying on the top of the rest of the stuff was his daughter's silk, pink panties. ("I guarantee you that none of you would laugh if you ever got a whiff of your own daughter's pussy," Lynch had declared.)

Al had the panties in his hand outside of the hamper. 'God - - this is crazy!' he thought; yet, he refused to stop himself from doing what he was doing. He finally brought up his other hand and then held the silky material in both hands. Looking down, he turned the insides of the panties out. His cock rose inside of his shorts, under the robe, and a strange feeling of excitement overtook him.

Holding the panties in one hand, his other moved to the crotch of the garment. His fingers touched and felt a slight dampness. His cock twitched. Slowly he brought the material toward his face. This was Michelle, his own little girl - - His beautiful little girl. As his hands brought the crotch to his nostrils he closed his eyes tight and visualized his daughter...

Then the aroma hit him. Hard! The odor was as unbelievable as Lunch had claimed... and more! This wasn't like any cunt that he had ever smelled. Although he liked the smell of pussy, this was pure heaven. His nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply. His cock twitched wildly and he had to push the panties tightly against his face to stifle the moan that came out of his chest and throat.

He pulled the panties away from his face and as he did so his senses started to return. His mind was a mumbo-jumbo of unfinished thoughts. He was losing touch with reality. Unable to stop himself, he again brought the crotch up to his nose and he whiffed the wildly exciting smell. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest and the flashes of excitement caused a total flame-colored expanse in his head, which was redder than the panties themselves.

The policeman made a decision to take the panties downstairs to continue smelling them. He put them into his robe pocket and opened the door of the bathroom. As he walked out, Cathy called out to him.

In a panic he softly called back to his wife, "Yeah hon, just a sec." He rushed back into the bathroom and stuffed the panties back into the hamper. Then he went to join her.

Once he was inside of his bedroom Cathy started asking questions of how his day went and other small talk. Al's cock was still highly aroused. After a minute or so of trivial talk he sat on the side of the bed, alongside of his wife, and as they whispered in the dark, he gently and lovingly placed his hand on her breast.

He was too heated from the episode with Michelle's panties to care that his wife had simply woke to say hello and wanted to go right back to sleep. Within a couple of minutes (foreplay be damned!) he had his pecker lodged inside his wife as he was pounding away with a ferocity that he had never displayed before. All the time that he was fucking Cathy, his mind was picturing his little daughter, and when he began shooting his hot load of cum into his wife, he closed his eyes and made believe that it was 14-year-old Michelle's cunt that he was filling.

From that night forward Al was not the same. Each night for the rest of the week, when he finished work he would go to the bathroom, gather his daughter's panties from the hamper and breathe in the aroma. By the last day of his workweek, he had graduated to the next level. He was now masturbating while smelling in his daughter's panties.

Chapter 3

The following week he was working the midnight to 8 a.m. shift. When working on this schedule his usual practice was to sleep from about noon until about 7-8 p.m. Then he would spend a couple of hours watching TV with the family. He would see his daughter for only an hour or so before she went to bed.

It was during this week that Michelle began to notice that her father was paying an inordinate amount of attention to her. She caught his eyes staring at her chest and she could sense his gaze following her butt whenever she walked about the room. She also saw her dad strain to look under her skirt the only day when she was not wearing jeans.

At first, she had told herself that she was imagining these things because she had just recently found out about incest; about brothers and sisters and fathers and daughters. Yet, as she then began to pay further attention, Michelle soon realized that her initial suspicions were correct. She then tried telling herself that his ogling did not mean anything, and for a while she actually convinced herself. That was until the night that her father kiddingly brought her onto his lap and she immediately felt his hardness poking her under her ass; where her legs meet. Although her mother did not notice, Michelle felt her father's hands holding her onto him with force, as she struggled to get up. She broke away without incident but she was now fully aware that her father was 'interested' in her.

Michelle was frightened but she did not dare to tell Cathy of her concerns. The 14-year-old girl was sure that her mother would not believe a word that she said and she would get in trouble for saying anything. Yet, she knew that her suspicions were correct.

The following week Al was working the 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. shift, which afforded him the chance to spend 'normal' nights at home with his family. To her chagrin, Michelle felt her father's eyes on her at every opportunity that he had; whenever her mother's attention was engrossed in a scene on the TV.

The anguished dad sometimes found himself getting hard just from looking at his daughter, depending on what the youngster was or was not wearing. Whenever he happened to catch a glimpse of her blossoming flesh at her chest, he would become hard. If an opportunity happened to afford him a flash of his little girl's inner thighs, his cock would become mortar while his brain became putty. He realized that Michelle had now become conscious that he was looking at her yet he almost did not care. He secretly wanted her to be aware.

The week after that he was back on the 4pm-12am shift, which is what he wanted. Each night he would go through the routine of sniffing the crotch of his daughter's panties while masturbating at the same time. Except that now he would take the panties downstairs to do his thing.

It was about 1 a.m. on a Wednesday and Al was at home after finishing his third night on this shift. At the same time that he was coming out of the bathroom with a pair of panties in his hand, Michelle happened to come out of her room, to go to the bathroom. He quickly clasped them in his fist but she nonetheless observed that he had something light blue in his hand. She also saw the guilt upon her father's face and took note that when he saw her, he had put whatever he was carrying into his robe pocket.

"Hi pops," she muttered, sleepily; she had just awakened.

"Hi hon," he responded. She could not help but notice his nervousness.

As they passed each other, the blue that was sticking from his pocket caught her eyes. She passed by her father so quickly that he didn't notice her eyes widen in shock. Once she was in the bathroom with the door closed behind her, she immediately opened the clothes hamper. She confirmed her suspicions.

Michelle was confused. Why did her father take her panties? Way in the back of her mind she suspected something; she just did not know what. The youngster sensed that her dad had been starting to have a thing for her (the 'hots'?) but what could be the connection with her panties? Whatever it was, she concluded, it could not be good...and it was not normal!

She recalled the discussions in school and how all of the kids, except her best friend Gladys Moore, said how horrible the thought of incest was. Gladys said nothing and the rumor was that that was because she had sex with her brother.

Chapter 4

The following day she managed to arrange that she and Gladys walk home alone from school together.

"Gladdie, can I ask you something?"

Her friend didn't answer, only looking at her questionably.

Michelle proceeded with caution, saying, "'Member, a couple of weeks ago you didn't answer when we were all talking about incest? I was just wondering, don't you think it's wrong?"

Her friend was silent for a long time as she debated with herself whether she should respond and if so, then how. She was well aware that most of the kids suspected the truth about her and her brother Kenny.

Finally, she responded with a question, "Why do you say it's wrong?"

"I...I, well, it is between two people in the same family," she stammered.

"So?" Gladys challenged, in some way enjoying making her friend uncomfortable.

"But it's wrong for two people in the same family!"

"Is it? Who says?"

"But...what...I mean it's not like the two people are in love or anything. It's it's just..."

"Sex!" Gladys offered. "And let me ask you. What was it all about for the 75% of those people who got divorced? And how about all of those so-called 'two-in-love' who had abortions? Don't tell me it was love, else why is marriage a dying breed? And if it wasn't about love, then it was about sex. S-E-X. That's all. And let me tell you I'd rather have sex with someone that I know cares for me who I'm sure isn't just lying to me for it."

This was probably the first and closest that she had ever come to admitting the truth to anyone.

"But...it's your...your own flesh and blood," Michelle said.

"Yep and let me tell you that's what makes it so good."

"Gladys!" Michelle whispered, realizing that her best friend was actually telling her her secret. "You...Billy, er...?"

Gladys nodded. "And I happen to think it's great. I don't care what everyone else thinks. Beside, we're not hurting anyone."

The two friends lapsed into silence for most of the rest of the way home. Gladys had been sorry that she had admitted so much, but her frustrations had built up over the past year with the rumors she knew were being whispered about by the kids in school. And the way this conversation built up had put her on the defensive and suddenly she couldn't take it anymore, she just had to say something to somebody. But nevertheless she felt that her girlfriend would not blab to others.

She wondered why Michelle showed so much interest when she hadn't before, especially when those discussions came up in school. Moreover, it was not like her friend had a brother that she was interested in doing something with, because she was an only child.

Then another thought struck Gladys. "You know Shelly, you can't always listen to what people think. You just gotta do what you think is right."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"And...take it from me, it's not only not bad, but in fact, it's great."

"That's okay for you to say, it's your..." Michelle stopped short in her conversation, not knowing whether her friend was fully admitting her life, and if she should open up further.

"Brother...my brother, Shelly. And so what? We love doing each other..." she responded softly.

"Yeah."

Gladys knew her friend was seeking advise, but wasn't sure just what she was trying to find out. She decided to say something that she knew she might be sorry for, but Michelle had been plenty personal herself.

"Shell?"

"Uh?"

"Can I...Listen Shelly, I'm gonna say something, don't be mad, okay? I might be completely wrong but that's okay too. I'm gonna say it one time, to you and you only, and I don't expect a response. Just, if the shoe fits, just absorb. If...If you're asking questions because of...er...someone you know with...er, like a different family member...like, er, like a father..."

At this mention, Michelle stiffened.

"...then I say would, er, say to whoever...that would be wonderful...And it should only be that person's business."

Michelle was about to protest but she knew that it was useless. Her friend was wise beyond her years.

It was a full two minutes before Gladys barely heard her best friend whisper, "You know...I don't...I'm afraid...I, er, never ever thought of my father. It...It just sounds, you know, disgusting."

"That's because they want us to think that way. Let me ask you this. Do you love your dad?"

Michelle slowly nodded. "But..."

"Yeah, I know, 'But not like that!'"

"He's my father, Gladdie!" she hissed indignantly.

"Yeah, so what? He's a man. A man who loves you...More than any man that you'll probably ever meet. If he wants to do that, he loves you."

"I...I don't know that he wants...I mean I...He keeps looking..."

"Lust?" her friend asked.

Michelle nodded.

Gladys whispered to her friend, "Go for it Shelly. Someday, if you don't, someday you'll be sorry. Make him and you happy. And just keep it your own pleasant secret."

After that conversation Michelle began to look at things differently. In addition, she thought long and hard about all that was happening with her father.

She assessed as best she could the whole situation. Everybody says that incest is horrible...but why?

Probably the most important question for her was whether or not her suspicions about her father were correct. Why did he take her panties the night before? They were back in the hamper in the morning when she rechecked. Moreover, they did not seem that they had been disturbed. Did he do that every night, she wondered? No, he wouldn't. Why would he? But why did he do that in the first place?

Chapter 5

That night the 14-year-old girl decided to play the detective. She stayed awake long past her normal time, waiting until her father came home from work. She heard the front door close. When he came upstairs, she listened from the inside of her bedroom door. She waited until after she heard him leave the bathroom; listening for his light footsteps passing her room as he headed back downstairs. Finally, after another minute, when she was sure that he was back in the living room, she quietly hurried, cat-like, from behind her door over to the bathroom. She opened the clothes hamper and looked inside. Suddenly she felt her heart beating against her chest. Her panties were gone!

The youngster then gathered up all of her courage. She made a decision. Silently, she moved out of the bathroom to the stairs. Slowly and gently, she descended. With each step, Michelle was deathly afraid that a board might squeak. She managed to reach the bottom of the steps without retreating in fear. The living room door was open but she did not hear the TV. Instead, she heard a rapid slapping sound. She reached her head around the door. There lying on the couch was her father. His robe was open wide and his shorts were on the floor alongside.

Michelle held her breath. As she watched in wide-eyed amazement, her father had his 'thing' in his hand and he was pulling it up and down. Although she had never seen anything like this before, the youngster immediately recognized that this must be how men masturbated. He was pulling on his 'thing' frantically and she heard a squishing sound with every pull. Her eyes were captivated by her father's manhood, which she knew they referred to as a cock. It looked so strong and powerful. She knew that they went into women but she could not imagine how.

She heard her father's heavy breathing and his quick grunts. She tore her eyes away from his crotch and moved up to his face. Suddenly, she quietly gasped. Michelle was frozen to the spot. Her father had her panties in his other hand and they were at his face. He was grunting into them while breathing rapidly, obviously smelling at the crotch.

Then a final burst of violent speed from his hand, pulling fiercely on his cock. She heard him softly moaning and then her father was taking the crotch of her panties between his lips; and she saw the white juices shooting out of his cock as he grunted.

Michelle knew that her father was completing and that she had better get upstairs before he came to his senses and noticed or heard her. She quickly and silently hurried back upstairs. Hurrying into her room, she was trembling as she moved onto her bed. The youngster now realized the full extent of what her father was doing.

She thought back over everything that she remembered and she soon saw the truth. Somewhere during the last couple of years her father started to think of her sexually. That fact answered all of the questions about his gazes (leers?) and his current panty raid. She wondered how long he had been doing that? And what if her mother found out?

Was he perverted? She didn't know but her talk with her girlfriend Gladys had almost convinced her that he wasn't. He just wanted...What? Michelle realized that it was her that he really wanted. That was the reason for his arousals when she sat on his lap. That was the reason for his ogling.

She now told herself that she had better make a decision as to what she was going to do. Should she stay away as much as possible from her father so as not to give him any further ideas? Moreover, might not it be a good idea not to put her panties in the clothes hamper at night?

She tossed from side to side. She thought of his masturbating and she remembered the funny feelings that she had experienced while watching him. She now began to realize that her father had to be fantasizing about her when he was doing that. Probably thinking of putting it into her, she thought now, as her fingers moved into her panties and slid over her pussy flesh to the slit.

She then began her own manipulations, closing her eyes and thinking of the cock that she had just seen. Could I...? What would it feel like?

Chapter 6

As the weeks went on, nothing changed for Al. Every third week, while working the 4pm-12am shift, he would hurry home. His mind was infected with lustful thoughts of his daughter. The smell of Michelle's pussy was becoming the reason for his existence.

The other two weeks of the cycle he ogled his 14-year-old daughter's body whenever his wife's interest was occupied elsewhere. It got to the point where he purposely looked at his daughter's body while she was paying attention. When this first started happening Michelle quickly shifted her eyes; but lately she didn't. She almost encouraged her father by not rebuffing him.

It was about 8 p.m. Al was sitting in the single cushioned chair and when she was passing he playfully grabbed at her hand. Father and daughter then acted as if they were struggling. He pulled her onto his lap and they giggled to each other.

Cathy turned her head for a moment, looking back at them but she turned right back to the TV, not paying heed to them any further. Michelle shifted on her father's lap and as had been happening, she felt the rise under her buttocks. This time she did not jump away. Instead, she shifted her body slightly and pushed down harder on him. His arm was around her waist and his hand reached around to her stomach. His other hand was on her leg. As she pushed down onto him his arm tightened and his fingers gripped her leg. The hardness in his cock was hurting.

Michelle placed her hand over her father's on her stomach. Then she looked over at her mother, making sure that she was still engrossed in the TV program.

The girl had made her decision! Grabbing her father's hand, she pulled it from her stomach and guided it upward.

Al moved his hand under her guidance. Almost immediately, it was at the under-swelling of his daughter's tit. His mind was in internal conflict. Not only wasn't Michelle stopping him, but she actually still had the back of his hand under hers as he felt the underside of her hot breast-flesh at his fingertips. Then, as if for confirmation, his daughter squeezed his hand onto her and smiled nervously. In a flash she bent and kissed him gently and quickly on his lips, pulling her mouth away before her mother might notice. He could actually feel her heart beating rapidly beneath his hand.

Al's throbbing cock was twitching wildly in his shorts. He boldly allowed his fingers to move up and cover his daughter's breast. A hot look came over Michelle's face as she allowed him to squeeze on her flesh. Almost immediately he felt his cum shooting into his pants. His whole body stiffened, his eyes widened and he pushed upward into the youngster's body. He fought to stifle a groan. He held her in that fashion for at least a minute while his body finished its deed in his pants and he was able to calm himself down.

Desperately, he whispered as low as he could into her ear so that Cathy couldn't hear him, "Let me up sweetheart - - I gotta get up."

Michelle did not understand but she could sense from his reaction that he had a problem. She quickly got up from his lap and stood. He hurriedly stood and scurried away, making sure to keep the front of his trousers away from Cathy's eyes. He managed to escape without his wife taking any notice.

Once he was upstairs in his room, he stripped and sat on the side of his bed, shaking. Soon, tears were running down his cheeks and his lungs were continuously pulling in air. He was horrified at what he had done and yet, deep down inside him, he knew that soon he was going to be fucking his own daughter.

How it had reached such an explosive point he didn't know, but Al did know that now his daughter was feeling the same desires that he was. Up until tonight, that she was an innocent was his savior. Now he knew they were both helpless. Their passions couldn't be curbed and their curiosity had to be satisfied.

Chapter 7

The following four days were a mixture of fright, apprehension, excitement, exhilaration, confusion...You name it, and both father and daughter mentally experienced it.

It was on that night that she let her father touch her breast while on his lap that Michelle knew for sure what was going to happen, although she didn't know how or when; she was not about to try to plan that. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt now that her father wanted to 'do it' to her and she had come to grips with her own feelings; she now openly admitted to herself that she wanted it to happen too. She loved him very much, and he loved her, but she also sensed that his love was more than a father's love for his daughter. There was more there, even if she couldn't describe it.

After she went to bed that night and for the next few nights, she became a little bundle of pent-up passion. She would remember his hot hand on her breast and the thrills that went through her body. She recalled that she actually kissed him, grown-up style, even if it was for only a few seconds. She would think of his eyes, looking so desperate at her chest, her butt and her crotch...especially her crotch, she thought.

During these nights her little hands would move to her sensitive pussy and work some kind of magic feelings into her body while she fantasized that it was her daddy that was touching her...and more.

During the days at home and at school the girl's mind continuously failed to concentrate on what was happening around her. It often strayed into fantasyland.

Al was going through much the same. It seemed as if half the time he was riding around in his patrol car with a semi-hard on. He kept thinking of his daughter: her body, her looks, that night he touched her, and fantasies of her naked.

They both seemed to sense that they had flirted with danger that night, what with Cathy so nearby, and for the next few days and nights they both avoided being too close to one another. However, that didn't stop his eyes or her desire! And Michelle had managed to steal a real kiss just before going to bed each night; she started to anticipate her mother's nightly routines.

It was on a Tuesday night that Al was returning to work after a couple of days off. He was heading back to his favorite, the 4-12 shift. Indeed, this was what he had been waiting for. During the last few days he came to realize that this would be the most logical time for he and his daughter.

About five minutes to nine, when the show on TV ended, Cathy got up from the couch to go to the kitchen. Seeing her mom start to move, Michelle arose too.

"'Night, mom...dad," she said as she stretched.

Cathy, who was walking toward the door leading to the kitchen, called back, "'Night, hon."

Almost as quickly as her mother was at the door and before her father could respond, Michelle was bending down to give him a kiss. He sat up straighter to kiss her but stopped to stare intensely into her eyes.

"'Night, sweetheart," he said softly and then in almost a whisper he asked, "See you later?"

Michelle was motionless, her mouth only an inch from her father's. Suddenly she knew what he was asking. As frightened as she was about this whole thing she had already made up her mind. Her answer was to move her lips to his, open her mouth slightly and use pressure; even sucking somewhat. She lingered a few seconds longer than every other night and Al's prick began to swell in his pants.

Knowing her mom wouldn't be in the kitchen much longer, the youngster pulled her lips from her father's and whispered, "Later, dad." Then she straightened up. Their eyes continued to stare into each other's and she had to force herself to break their gaze.

She then hurried away going up to her room. Now it was only a matter of waiting.

For the next two hours the 14-year-old girl went through a pleasurable agony, thinking of her father and what was going to be. Even fearful, her excitement was unstoppable, as was her mind's ability to conjure up what was soon to happen. Indeed, on three different occasions the youngster's pussy became so aroused with just her thoughts that the slightest touch of her fingers brought on an explosion of pleasure. Only once did she really work herself into a passionate frenzy using her hands; the other times were caused more by her thoughts.