Perverts 'R' Us

A Daughter's Rape

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

Dear Purvv:

Feel free to call me any name that you can think of; just be aware that I've probably called myself that same thing already. The only names that I haven't called myself yet are the ones that I've never heard before (which is highly unlikely).

I've heard in the past that there are a percentage of men who have sex with their daughters but until it happened between Trish and me, I just didn't believe that normal men did such things. I always thought that the only ones that would do that were low class rednecks, ignorant blacks and drunks. How wrong I was.

As a policeman, I work shifts. One week 8 AM to 4 PM, the next week is 4 PM to 12 AM, and finally I then work the 12 AM to 8 AM shift for a week before returning to the day shift and begin the cycle all over.

For years my wife Martha has had one of the kids sleep in by her when I worked the midnight to 8 AM shift. It was sort of a 'security blanket' to her. Up until three years ago my son Derrick stayed by my wife. At the time he was 18 years old. I know this doesn't sound believable. If I wanted to make up a story this wouldn't be part of it, simply because of its unreal nature. There wasn't anything funny going on; it was simply a routine that had developed years ago and continued up until the time that Derrick signed up for the Marines.

At that time, my then 11-year-old daughter started sleeping with my wife when I worked those midnight shifts. However, within a few months, this ritual quickly overlapped and mother and daughter slept together when I was also working the 4 PM to 12 AM shift. When I would get home, I'd usually study the two sleeping figures and grab a spot on whichever side seemed to have the most room.

From then on, the only shift that my wife and I slept alone together was when I worked the day shift. Even then, there were sporadic times that my daughter Trish would pop in to sleep with us.

It was on one of these occasions that my whole life changed. At about 10 PM on this one particular night, Martha and I were working ourselves up to a rare 'roll in the hay'. My wife was giving me a most precious blowjob and I was only seconds away from cumming when suddenly we both heard the door handle turn. Martha hurriedly pulled off of me as Trish walked in. Needless to say my wife didn't even object to Trish barging in and she simply told our daughter to hop into bed with us.

Trying not to be obvious my hands frantically scrambled beneath the blanket, locating my shorts and pulling them on. I saw an amused look on Martha's face as she realized what was happening.

When I managed to get the underwear pulled up, covering me, I raised myself to a sitting position and threw my legs over the side of the bed. Then I stood, hiding my front from my daughter, who was in her baby doll pajamas, as she scooted onto the bed to be between my wife and me. Then I moved back down under the blanket next to my daughter. As I normally did, I laid on my side facing Trish, who had her back to me and Martha turned out the lights. That should have been the end of everything. It wasn't.

Unfortunately, I still had a hard-on and hadn't completely calmed down. Of course, up until that time I had never even thought of my daughter in any way other than as my precious little girl. But on this occasion a combination of three things happened to change my thinking.

One was the hard-on that I had. Two was that I had on boxer shorts underwear and in my rush I hadn't been able to prevent my cock from slipping out through the slit. Third and most important was that Trish pushed her body back and suddenly my naked cock pressed against her warm buttocks. I believe that she was probably asleep already.

Immediately, I pulled back slightly so that I wasn't touching her, but unfortunately, the damage was already done...to my brain! Trish's body had felt hot against me and I suddenly was totally aware that my child was female.

On that particular night, I had enough presence of mind and willpower not to try anything wild. Nevertheless, I found myself continuously moving my middle body into my daughter's panty-covered buttocks and then pulling back, while my cock raged. Once I calmed down, I was right back in against her.

Finally, after about two hours of this self-torture, I got up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom where I pounded my pulsating cock into submission.

From that night forward, I was on a slippery slope.

What I should have done was to tell Martha to keep Trish out of our bed except for when I was working the midnight shift, but I didn't. The truth is that I was enjoying my daughter being in bed with us.

My habits were such that when I worked the midnight shift or the day shift I spent my nights at home. During this time, I found myself secretly looking at my daughter in a way that could not be considered 'fatherly'. Those first two years after my son joined the Marines, I was fascinated with the young flesh of my young daughter's legs and I even tried to sneak peaks up between her legs whenever I could. When Trish was 12, her breasts started to form and her hips began to mold her body into an hourglass shape, and I began taking more and more notice.

During these years, I came to look forward to coming home after midnight during my 4-12 shifts and lying in bed next to the child. Occasionally, in the beginning, I'd rub my crotch against her buttocks while she slept and then go to the bathroom to relieve myself. I graduated from there to increasing my activity by first rubbing my hand over her hip and later to actually touching her naked belly under her jammy-tops and rubbing as I pressed my cock against her butt.

That I lasted three years without doing anything more, was actually a great accomplishment because by that time Trish, who was 14, was quite a stunner and she had filled out to the point where I was ogling her as if she was somebody else's gorgeous kid.

Then, came the night, when Trish suddenly pushed backward in her sleep, so that she could lay on her back. In doing so, I was forced to move my body back a few inches but my hand, which had been on her hip, remained on her. As she turned onto her back, my fingers automatically glided over her soft skin. Realizing what was happening I was too excited to try to stop it. By the time my daughter was resting on her back, my hand was nestled over her wonderful mound and my fingers were all the way down at the bottom of her pussy.

My heart was pounding wildly within my chest.

I didn't dare move my hand in pursuit of her pussy for fear that she would awaken and scream, and wake my wife. As I held it there motionless, I felt a wet stickiness. At first, I wondered if maybe Trish had somehow gotten wet in her sleep because of my hand but I immediately dismissed that thought. I realized that she must have been that way from before she came to bed. I could only hope that the wetness was self-induced, but from the feeling under my fingers, I subconsciously knew what it probably was. With my hand on my daughter's pussy and my cock pressing against her hips, I suddenly began shooting my load inside of my underwear.

How I managed to extricate my hand without disturbing Trish, I'll never know. I don't remember the last time that I was trembling so much. I got up from the bed and quietly got a clean pair of shorts from my underwear drawer and went into the bathroom to change to the dry underpants. I took off my shorts and tossed them into the hamper. Then I wiped myself off and put on the clean pair.

I was about to go back to the bedroom when I suddenly had a thought. Trish had her PJ's on and her pussy was wet. 'Was she wet before she came to bed?' I had been curious. I went back to the hamper, opened it up, and shuffled some things about and quickly found what I was searching for. I reached in and gently grabbed my daughter's panties with my thumb and forefinger and pulled the article out. Then I quickly turned them inside out and saw the huge stain. The panties were still quite moist. Obviously, this was a male's output that was staining my daughter's panties; and it was just as obvious to me that Trish was no longer a virgin, although I had no way of knowing for how long.

I'm sure that a psychiatrist could explain my reaction. A normal father would have been furious at finding out that his 14-year-old daughter had been having sex. I wasn't. In fact, I secretly was happy, thinking that as long as she wasn't a virgin, that maybe I could have sex with her too. If truth be told, I felt that once I started looking forward to lying in bed with Trish that it was inevitable that some day I would want more.

I had no idea just how I was going to approach the subject, but I now wanted my daughter...TOTALLY!!!

My lust for Trish only increased from that time forward. Now when I was at home at night, I continuously watched her beautiful ass and breasts, in addition to her well-shaped legs. Often, I found myself getting hard just from some of the flashes of flesh I had been able to see.

When I worked the 4-12 shifts, I added a new routine. As soon as I came home, I went into the bathroom, and behind the closed door, I would remove whatever pair of panties that Trish wore that day, hoping to find them wet. For the next two months, they weren't, but I soon was in a new habit of putting the panties up to my nose and drinking in the wonderful aroma of my daughter's cunt. Then I would go to bed where I would lie next to her and gently press myself against her body. As I became hard, I would soon go back to the bathroom and masturbate while sniffing Trish's crotch. These were the most explosive cums I was ever able to induce from jerking off.

One night I came home and when I retrieved her panties, I found them wet, just like that first night. I wouldn't dare put them up to my nose as I couldn't fathom smelling some guy's cum, but I did touch the crotch with my finger. Feeling the moist slickness caused my cock to rise to its maximum.

Somebody had cum in my daughter! The thought of what I was going to do caused my cock to get so hard that it actually started hurting.

As was normal, by the time I climbed into the bed I was only in my boxer short underwear. Both my wife and daughter were sound asleep and didn't wake at all, as I slipped under the blanket behind my daughter. Before I moved in close, I slid my hand down and pulled my cock through the slit of my shorts. Then I moved slowly against her and placed my hand on her waist/hip with my fingertips quickly going to rest on her, just barely inside the elastic.

Gently I pulled at her body to bring her onto her back without waking her, but she didn't move. Instead, she leaned forward and it had just the opposite effect than what I wanted. That night was probably the longest of my life as I turned and twisted, trying to figure out a way to touch my daughter's wet cunt without waking her or, most important, without disturbing Martha.

I got nowhere.

*******

About two months later Martha was rushed to the hospital with appendicitis and was operated on immediately. I was working the 8-4 shift. As soon as I finished my daily tour of duty, I went and visited my wife at the hospital. Trish was already there.

By the time that visiting hours were over, at 8 PM, Martha was sound asleep. I took my daughter home. On the way back, we stopped at Burger King and had dinner. Sitting across from Trish my eyes occasionally sneaked peeks down her blouse when she wasn't paying attention. It was then that I suddenly realized the opportunity I had.

When we arrived home, it was nearly 11 PM. She went up to take a shower and I went up to my room and waited for her to finish. When I heard the bathroom door open, I hurried into the hall to purposely cross paths with her as I went to the shower.

"If you want you can stay by me tonight, sweetheart," I said as innocently as possible.

"Oh, yeah, er, no but...yeah, okay, thanks Dad. If you...Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked, knowing that when I worked the 8-4 shift that she didn't sleep with Martha and I.

"No, not at all, hon. As a matter of fact, I could use some company tonight, you know?"

"Yeah...me too. Okay, I will Dad, thanks."

I was in and out of the shower in record time. Before leaving the bathroom, I moved into the hamper and retrieved Trish's panties. Dry...but somewhat stiff. I pushed them to my face and the odor was awesome. The smell of my daughter's cunt caused my cock to come to full attention. I wanted that cunt desperately.

By the time that I reached my room, the lights were already out. I could make out the shadow of Trish on the bed as I closed the door behind me. I walked to the bed and then, just before I climbed onto it, I quickly divested myself of my shorts and t-shirt. Completely naked, I lifted the blanket and then slid underneath it and paused. I doubted if my daughter had any idea of my nudity. My heart was beating hard against my chest. I was taking short, quick, breaths and my cock was twitching of its own volition. I could feel the warmth of her presence and hear her breathing and could tell that she was still awake.

Gently, I slid over toward her. Many was the night that I had put my hand on her hip and waist but on those occasions, she was sleeping. This was going to be different.

I pushed my body against her. I could feel that she was lying on her back.

"'Night, Dad."

"'Night, sweetheart," I responded.

It was then that I slowly and deliberately moved my arm, and ever so gently placed my hand on her hot belly. I could sense that she suddenly stopped breathing for a moment. Trish was wearing her usual style Baby Doll PJ's of tank top and puffed panties. My hand, somewhat sweaty by now, was on her hot flesh, in a position to either slide up to her young breasts or into her panties to touch her wonderful mound.

Slowly I made a move. My hand began to rub lightly in a circular motion on the flesh of my daughter's belly. Again she held her breath and suddenly both of her hands came down and landed on mine, holding it gently but firmly. At this point Trish still didn't have the slightest idea of what I was about. But already I was beyond the point of no return. My chest was beating fiercely; my cock was throbbing; and my temples were pounding. I was going to fuck my daughter no matter what; whether she wanted to or not! The time to make my move had arrived.

Slowly, but determinedly, I moved my lips to her ear. Then the animal was unleashed and lust took over. I pushed my mouth to Trish's ear and flicked my tongue out and back and then kissed my daughter's ear. She gasped and both of her hands clutched tighter to my hand on her stomach.

"D-dad?" she whispered.

I didn't answer. I opened my mouth upon her whole ear and began sucking and licking at it.

"Mmmmmm," Trish moaned and tried to move away from me toward the other side of the bed but my hand on her belly held her in place.

She moved one of her two hands off of mine to move it between us and push me away. It was then that I think she realized my nakedness, for it was then that I heard her sudden intake of breath in a gasp.

I began whispering wetly into her ear. "Mmmmmm, oh Trissy, you're...you taste good baby."

"Dad! Wh-what..."

My daughter was quickly coming to grips with her predicament. As she began to struggle somewhat, I moved a leg over hers to hold her and my hand eagerly pushed underneath the youngster's panties.

"AAAAAAH DAD, NO!"

I was not to be deterred. I forced my hand into her panties and downward onto her pussy mound. I don't know if it was because she shaved or simply because she hadn't grown any pussy hair yet but my daughter was nearly hairless; only a light fuzz sprouted on her cunt.

I felt the tiny hairs beneath my fingers and whispered to her, "Oh baby, nice...you feel so nice."

"St-stop Dad...Daddy, please...What are you doing? Please...st-stop...please!"

"It's okay Trissy...It's okay...Daddy...I need you baby. I...I've always needed you..."

She gasped once more as my fingers found her clitoris and began massaging it. She turned to face me to protest but I immediately pushed my lips onto hers, my brain was wild with lust feelings.

"Mmmmm...nooooooo..." she was fighting away from my mouth as I moved myself half atop her. Trish struggled...

Strangely, the more that she struggled, the more excited that I got. God help me but with every movement I was further removed from sanity as each physical rejection only fueled my arousal. I had never been so hot and excited in my entire life. Trish was twisting about beneath me, and she was crying out into my mouth. All that registered on my brain was the soft hot flesh moving, twisting, and in my mind wanting cock!

My fingers were fucking inside my own daughter's cunt, which by now was as wet as any that I'd ever felt. Her thighs were clamped on my hand but that didn't deter my fingers from working inside of her hot pussy. Her hands were pushing at my chest while her sweaty body continued to struggle. We were both breathing as if we were using our last breaths. I was about to rape my own daughter and my excitement was at its heights.

To this very day, I'm not sure what triggered Trish's next move, but her mouth not only opened to my assault but suddenly she became a wild wanton animal, eagerly swallowing my tongue, then pushing hers hungrily into my mouth but most importantly, she began biting at my lips and tongue and chin and cheeks. Nipping and licking and kissing...while I moved my fingers from her pussy and pushed at her panties. She eagerly helped by kicking them off.

Mindlessly, I moved my body completely on top of her and nestled between her thighs, which had by now willingly parted; indeed, they spread eagerly for me. Father and daughter were now both out of their minds with lust and her struggles were now wild rotations of her hips in need of cock.

No words were being uttered; only hot grunts of wanton animalism. My cock was then at the entrance and in what was the hottest moment of my life, Trish thrust her body upward as my flesh sank into her and at the same time she bit down on my mouth with what seemed to be only a passionate reaction, but in fact she was taking a huge chunk of flesh from me. The total feeling of lust that went through me overwhelmed me so much that I was suddenly shooting every drop of sperm into her, before I could even get started.

I was groaning and shooting my juices and my daughter was holding on to me with dear life, while at the same time her mouth was biting fiercely at my lips and face.

When it was all over, I started to come to my senses. As she lay hysterically in bed crying I came to the realization that I had been mesmerized by a fantasy and that I had just raped my own daughter.

No amount of talking or apologizing would ever erase the deed.

The next day, instead of going to school, my daughter went to my sister-in-law's house and that was the beginning of the end of my life as I'd known it.

The End