Perverts 'R' Us

My Silent Daughter

By Emerson Laken Palmer (Edited By The Purvv) ( M,f, cons, inc-fath/dau )

Note from The Purvv: This story was extracted from a brother/sister story by Emerson, Lake and Palmer, entitled 'Ellen', which, although I modified and edited it, should still be considered the writing of the original author, especially considering that over three-quarters of this is from the original.

Unconsciously, I pushed my hand on my crotch and suddenly realized that not only did I have a hard-on but I was also wet from leakage of pre-cum.

That's when I noticed Ann's legs on my lap. She had stretched herself out on the couch again and I guess I was in her way. My eyes looked down at her feet in my lap, and then up her legs and over her thighs, to the seat of her yellow shorts. I could actually see the crotch of her white panties in the leg opening, and make out the outline of...my daughter's pussy.

Her pussy?

Ann's?

Oh Christ, what the fuck was I looking at? I quickly averted my eyes back to the TV. To make matters worse I suddenly found my prick swelling within my pants, apparently caused by the sight of her panty crotch and the feel of her legs over my lap.

"Shit, Annie!" I yelled. "Do you have to lie all over me?"

She sat up next to me, with a hurt expression on her pretty face. "What did I do Daddy?"

I recovered my temper immediately. "Oh, it's not you," I said as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her. "I'm sorry hon. I'm tired and I guess I'm just a little irritable from work. And your mother going out tonight without telling me didn't go over too well either."

She put her head on my shoulder, to return my hug, and I could suddenly smell the sweetness of her blond hair.

"Forget about work, Daddy," she said. "Lay down on the couch with me. Relax, and watch TV. Come on, there's room behind me."

Ann lay back down, scooted forward and tapped the empty space behind her. What the hell, I thought. I kicked my shoes off and then lay on my side, on the couch, with my daughter in front of me. Then I began to watch the program over Ann's head.

I couldn't concentrate on the TV however. Something about that sight of Ann's panty crotch seemed to have awakened something in me. I kept looking at my daughter as she lay with her back to me. The curve of her hips was so very evident now as was the slimness of her waist. She was well on her way to full bloom, which was so surprising for a 14-year-old. Looking down, I could see the jutting of her breasts in her t-shirt. I could suddenly feel my dick hardening quickly once again in my jeans. I pulled my middle back so that she wouldn't feel it against her.

How dare it respond to her like that! I tried again to watch the show, but I could smell the sweetness of that sandy hair in front of my nose again and something else - - my daughter's fragrance! Not a perfume, like Claire's, but a natural, homey, girlish kind of smell.

My dick was as hard as a pipe now and I was as tense as I had ever been. My breathing was tight and not coming freely and my whole being seemed to be in a sweat.

'God, I shouldn't be feeling like this,' I told myself. 'This is my own child! I have feelings for her. I love her, but I shouldn't be feeling lust for her. I should be protecting her from things like this.'

Even though my mind was rationalizing what I was feeling was wrong, I nevertheless put my arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze. I felt her put her hand lightly on my arm in daughterly affection. It was all right, I told myself. My hormones had just crossed my wires for a moment.

I willed myself to watch the TV and, for a time, things were calming down, but then the youngster casually shifted herself on the couch, and her round butt pressed up against my dick again.

Instantly, my receding boner hardened back to lead-pipe life. 'God... No! She would be able to feel it! Wouldn't she? Didn't she?' She didn't move away nor give any indication. 'Was the child possibly so naive that she couldn't recognize a guy's stiff hard-on, right at the crack of her ass?'

Then my male brain began its justification process. 'What was going on?' it asked me? 'Was it possible that my daughter knew that I was stimulated and liked it?' Oh man! I was starting to tremble with excitement.

'What was she thinking? What was she trying to do? There was no way that she couldn't feel it. Did she want my boner there?' I looked at as much of her face as I could see, propped up on her arm. She was just looking ahead at the TV. She looked perfectly normal.

My mind was jumpy and seemed to be only thinking in pieces.

I wanted to move back away from the heat of her body, but there was no room on the couch. I thought that I should get up and out of there, but I couldn't will myself to do so. God, her shapely ass felt good. It was so soft and yet firm feeling as it pressed against me.

Something was whispering to me that Ann was well-aware of the situation and that same voice was convincing me that she wanted it to go further. I decided to see if I could touch her a bit more and maybe then I'd find out if she was responsive.

Tentatively, I moved my arm up on her body a bit so that my hand was just below her breasts on top of her t-shirt. I could feel the outline of the bottom of her bra on my palm and the softness of her tits on the side of my hand.

My daughter didn't stir. She just kept watching TV.

'Was it okay with her that my hand was there? She didn't mind? Or was she not even aware of it? Her hand was still on my forearm. She could pull my arm away if she wanted to. Did she know that I was feeling the side flesh of her breast?' I was convincing myself that she was completely alert to what was happening.

I was shaking from the excitement of this. My mind was racing now, being directed with a myriad of crazy messages from my balls. I had to take a chance, a big chance, an awful chance! I had to know what would happen. I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by and never know what my daughter was thinking.

I debated it over and over in my mind, wondering what she would do or say or how she would react, and then (cautiously)...I did it!

I placed my hand squarely over the soft swell of her left breast, cupping gently over the t-shirt, watching her face for the first flash of horror and shock so that I could recoil from her reactive attack.

I wasn't sure what to expect but in my mind it had to be one of two things. Either she would react negatively or she would react positively. But, to my surprise there was no reaction, nothing. She didn't move. She didn't even seem to notice at all. She just kept staring forward at the TV.

'Was this for real? Could this be? I had my hand on my child's breast and she wasn't pushing it away?'

Child? Well, yes! This was Ann, my own little girl! This was my daughter!

But she was also a female. And she was letting me touch her! Her breast was so soft and yet firm (as I held it) and was just a little under the size of a grapefruit. I could feel its hard nipple under my palm, and I began to squeeze her breast and rub and fondle that nipple through the material of her shirt and bra.

My god, it felt exquisite! It was so warm and delicate in my hand! I rubbed and petted and fondled for quite a while, all the time my hard dick strained into her hot, soft behind. It felt like it was going to explode!

Ann was no longer my daughter, she was a hot exciting woman wanting the caresses of a man. I was now 99% sure that the youngster was aware of my hand over her t-shirt, fondling her wonderful tit. I was aching to feel more! Slowly, I uncupped my fingers and then moved my hand slowly down her body. She lay in silence, still seemingly watching the TV. My hand reached the loose bottom of her t-shirt and I slipped my fingers inside and then ran them up her warm stomach. Although she wasn't acknowledging what was happening I felt her belly quivering.

God, the child's skin was so very smooth, like a baby's. I came to her rib cage and then to her bra and I pushed my hand under the elastic so I could hold and feel the actual soft, hot flesh of my daughter's tender breast.

Glancing over, I could see that she still seemed to be occupied with nothing but the TV. Her eyes just stared blankly forward, with no expression revealed in her face at all, as I held the flesh of her warm tit in my hand. However, I could now feel that her breathing had become much more labored.

Her large nipple stood out and became hard as I continued to rub and stroke and squeeze and pet her spongy, soft breast for many long minutes. I became aware that I was now pushing my dick up against my daughter's round butt, repeatedly, in a slow, fucking kind of a motion.

I was lost. My brain wasn't working now at all. Only my lust was doing the thinking and it wanted to explore and find out how much more the child would permit me to do with her.

Lost in my own lust, I removed my hand from beneath my daughter's bra and caressed softly down her smooth, flat stomach, out of the heat of her shirt, and then down the outside of her yellow shorts until I came to the hard bone at her crotch. No longer caring why she wasn't reacting, I pushed my hand between her legs and began to squeeze and rub my little girl's pussy, through the material, pulling her lower body back onto my thrusting cock. This was pure sex at this point.

Finally, I felt her put her hand back on by forearm.

This was it, I thought. She was going to pull my arm away from her and put a halt to all of this. Whether or not I would have been able to stop at that point is debatable, but to my total surprise, Ann didn't stop me. She just lightly held her hand on my arm. She didn't even blink as I looked at the side of her face again. She showed absolutely no reaction to the fact that I was now squeezing and rubbing the very alluring, soft area between her thighs.

Damn, I thought, this is just too incredible! If this was a game that she was playing with me, it was too late for her to stop me from progressing now. I pulled my hand from her crotch and without giving it a second thought, I thrust it down into the front of my daughter's shorts, beneath her silk panties.

Ann's skin, at her lower belly, was silky smooth and hot and so unbelievably soft under my hand. The material of her panties was so sexy-feeling on my knuckles. I pushed down, into her pants, until my fingertips came to her soft covering of hair. It was so sensual and exquisite feeling. Her hair, at the jut of her pubic mound, was so much softer than that of my wife's, her mother's.

My hand was restricted in the material of my daughter's pants, but I forced my fingers down to where I could feel the actual delicate, puffy swells of her pussy lips and their sparse covering of hair. She caught her breath and I felt her fingers squeezing my arm but that was her only reaction as she kept her eyes looking forward.

I pet her there, softly for a time, trembling because of my excitement and the knowledge that Ann was allowing me to explore such a mysterious and forbidden part of her. I carefully worked a finger into the notch, between the furry lips, and was stunned by the amount of slick wetness I found in there. I could feel the bump of the child's clitoris and, as my fingertip touched it, I heard the breath catch in Ann's throat again and a tiny moan came from within her throat. It was the first real sign of excitement that she had shown.

I looked down at her face and now her eyes were closed and I could see that the youngster was softly biting her lower lip.

I began to rub her clit between my now-slippery fingers and listened as her breathing became erratic. I noticed that my daughter had opened her legs a little for me because my hand now had more room to work. I pushed myself further into her pants and I could feel the moist crotch of her panties, on the back of my hand, as I now burrowed my middle finger deeper into her warm, wet pussy.

"Nnnnnngggggg!!!!" An involuntary sound escaped her throat. Father and daughter were now incestuously involved and both were willing participants.

I was aware of something else now, too. There was a new aroma in the room. I couldn't place exactly what it was, but I was becoming even more stimulated by it as I explored into the mysteries of my daughter's most intimate area.

Gently working my finger even further into her, I came to the slight obstruction of the child's virginity. I knew what it was (and I didn't want to mess around with that) so I pulled my fingers back and concentrated my attention on her clitoris again. As horny as I was, this was still my daughter, and I had no intention of going 'all the way' with her. Feeling with hands (and maybe mouths) would be all right, but I wasn't a monster!

It was obvious that Ann liked being touched there from the small whimpers from her and even a slight movement that I felt from her, and I began to swirl my slippery fingertips around that firm little bump again and again.

I could feel her responding by pressing her lower body alternately into my hand and back onto my excited cock.

In a matter of moments, my daughter was breathing quite heavily and she began to maneuver herself around more quickly on my hand. It was as if she had suddenly taken over. I just let the child churn her soft pussy on my fingers. I figured that she knew what felt good to her.

Suddenly she stiffened herself and straightened her legs, strongly squeezing my trapped hand between her soft thighs and against her hot, sopping crotch. Strange squeaking sounds were coming from her nostrils now and I suddenly realized that she was cumming. That I was making her...my own daughter, cum! Just the thought of that (and her churning against my rock-hard cock) had me ready to shoot my load inside my pants, and I pushed my other arm under her so I could hold her small, curvy body against me and fuck at her soft butt to get me over.

But Ann, suddenly released from her orgasm, went limp in my arms for a moment. Then she pulled my hand quickly out of her pants and sat up. Her face was red and her blue eyes were wide open and wet and her body was heaving as she panted loudly. She emitted a breathless little cry and put her hand over her gaping mouth to cover it.

"You okay, baby?" I asked in a hoarse croak.

She didn't say anything. She just got abruptly up and ran hurriedly out of the living room and up the stairs.

I was dumbfounded. Why did she do that? Was it because of what I had done? Aw fuck, I thought to myself. As surprised as I was I was far too horny and wound-up to think about it right then. I lay quickly on my back and undid my jeans, pulling them down a bit to expose my hard cock. I brushed the hair back from my forehead and, as I did, I could smell my daughter's pussy on my fingers. It was a pungent, girlish, wonderfully intoxicating odor. The same tantalizing aroma that I had detected earlier but now very sharp and close. I put my fingers to my nose and thrilled as I sniffed the smell of pussy and began to jerk off. I must have only pulled on my cock seven or eight times before I shot my load like I never believed I could.

The cum must have spurted seven feet in the air! It sprayed all the way over to the coffee table and I just kept cumming and cumming. It was the greatest orgasm of my life!

But then, released from my hormonal frenzy, I was suddenly overtaken with guilt at what I had done. 'Was I crazy? I had actually fingered my own little daughter! What the hell had gotten into me? And what was she going to do about it? Would she tell Claire?' God, did that thought scare the shit out of me! If my wife found out that I had touched our daughter like that, death would be the easiest thing I'd have to endure. And I couldn't blame her. I'd do the same thing!

'What should I do now? Tell Ann I'm sorry? Tell her it will never happen again? God, I don't want her to hate me! I love her! I want her to look up to me! Shit! What a fucking moron I am,' I thought.

I got up and fastened my pants and then I went right up to her room. "Annie," I called through the door, but she didn't answer. I tried the knob, but it was locked. 'Shit,' I thought. 'I'm in more trouble than I had ever been in my life!' I leaned against the door in despair for a moment. I stood there for a good five minutes weighing my options. I finally decided that it was probably best to let things cool off and hopefully I'd be able to talk to her later.

I went to my room to change my clothes and then lay atop the bed. Surprisingly I was fast asleep in a matter of moments.

*******

It was morning when I awoke. I felt like a real jerk. I was afraid to go downstairs. I just lay in bed, for a long time, ashamed (and mad as hell at myself) for what I had done the night before. I was too embarrassed to face my daughter and very scared of what my wife might do.

When I finally worked up enough nerve to go downstairs, I was surprised to find everything calm. Both my wife and daughter were behaving normally. Claire was going over the bills while Ann talked on the phone to one of her girlfriends. They'd been awake for hours. Apparently, my daughter hadn't said anything. I began to breathe easier.

It wasn't until later in the day that Ann and I were alone. Claire and I came into the house from outside and my wife ran upstairs to the bedroom while I went into the living room. My daughter was sitting on the sofa, reading SEVENTEEN when I came in and sat next to her.

"Annie..." I began but she stopped me.

"That was a great game yesterday, huh?"

"Yeah," I answered, puzzled.

"I hope you can get tickets before the season is over again...." she added, and I realized that she (like me) wanted to just forget all about what had happened and pretend it never did.

That was great.

I was still unsure of how I stood with her and that everything would be normal again. So when she got up to go change, I called to her. She paused.

"Ann," I said with rising fear and embarrassment. "Do you still... love me, sweetheart?"

She ran back to me quickly and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Of course I do, silly!" she said and she kissed my cheek and then ran upstairs.

That was it then. Things were fine. I was afraid for nothing.

However, during the next few weeks I soon realized that I had a problem. Annie had been able to shrug the whole thing off and things were going along smoothly. She was acting as if nothing had ever happened and for that I was grateful. However, the rotten part was that my mind began to think of my daughter more and more, remembering (with excitement) what I had done with her. Even at work, the thought, of her smell and her warm pussy in my hand, would make me so horny that I would have to sneak into a bathroom stall and jerk off into the toilet just to cool down.

Almost immediately, I started to feel awkward around my daughter, unable to talk small-talk with her about school and friends because, as much as I tried to stop myself, I couldn't keep from thinking about what it would be like to actually fuck her.

I know that sounds crazy. I guess it was. However, my thought processes were clouded by my desire for pussy. Her pussy! I continuously reminded myself that my sexy little daughter had let me touch and explore her. She had allowed me access to the mystery of her femininity. And, I reasoned, if she had let me touch her once, wouldn't she allow me to do it again? Obviously, I wasn't her father anymore. I was simply a horny old man trying to get into a child's panties...his own child's.

It was a month after the first incident on a Friday night. Claire was not home again; she worked every other Friday night. I was on the couch watching a movie while Ann lay on the floor and gabbed with her boyfriend on the phone. She was wearing a pink nightshirt and white panties...and that was it! I watched her as she lay on her stomach and casually waved her legs in the air and talked. I could not keep my eyes away from her.

As soon as she hung up she turned her attention back to the movie. Just as I had been able to do a month earlier, I could see the crotch of my daughter's panties, between her slightly parted thighs. I had a boner like you wouldn't believe! By now I wanted my child's body so bad that I was trembling.

I couldn't stand it any longer.

"Annie," I called to her and she sat up and turned to me. She was sitting Indian style, with her knees up and her ankles crossed. She seemed to be all legs and underpants now.

"What?" she asked, smiling up at me.

What was I going to say? How could I ask her for what I wanted? Sitting there, like that, she seemed so sweet and innocent. Even though I was the adult, I was afraid and oddly embarrassed.

"Come here," I told her.

"No, Dad," she said, playfully, still smiling sweetly. "You come down here."

Of course, I wasn't thinking rationally. I didn't know if she was serious or just throwing off a playful remark, but I didn't want to wait to find out. I moved like a rocket and sat down next to her on the carpet.

"Annie," I asked, into her smiling, pretty features, "Do you ever think about what we did a few weeks ago?" At the same time that I said that, whatever common sense remained in my head, suddenly left me. Almost unthinking, I reached between my daughter's open legs and rubbed the soft crotch of her panties, feeling the twin pillows of her pussy and the indention of her slit through the warm material.

Her face turned instantly sour and then her blue eyes went wide in shocked surprise.

"Noooo!" she gasped into my face, stretching the word in astonishment, and she roughly pulled my hand from her crotch and pushed it back at me. Her face was burning red now and her eyes seemed to bore into mine as she leaned to me and firmly said, "Don't you ever touch me like that again or I'll tell Mom what you did!"

She got to her feet quickly and angrily stomped upstairs, leaving me alone on the carpet. I could hear her moving around in the bathroom as I sat on the floor and thought about what an absolute crazy man I was. After a few minutes I heard her go into her room, slamming the door.

'Great. Now what must the child think of me? What a piece of shit I truly am! Why did I have to do that? Why couldn't I control myself?' I turned off the TV and went up to go to bed, trying to forget about what a stupid thing I had done - again! What was she going to do now? Would she just forget about it again (like the last time) or would she really tell Claire when she got home, to put a stop to me?

As I went into the bathroom, I saw her panties on the floor by the clothes chute. I couldn't help myself. I picked them up and examined the crotch. It was wet with her fluids. I put it to my nose and I could strongly smell that enticing pussy scent again.

I was totally out of control, I realized, yet I didn't care. I could see myself, in the mirror, with my daughter's underpants at my face. Didn't I look like a perverted fucker?! Feeling like total shit now, I dropped the panties, turned out the light and went into my room. Damn, I was really low! I sat on the edge of my bed for a time and put my face in my hands. I knew I needed help, but at the same time, I knew that it was too awful a thing to seek help about.

As I sat there trying to understand what was happening to me, I suddenly heard my daughter come into my room. I looked up and she was just standing there in front of me.

"What, hon?" I asked, afraid that she was going to slap me now or yell at me again for what I had done downstairs.

She didn't say anything. She stood there for what seemed like an eternity looking down at me. Then to my complete shock, she slowly reached over and placed her index finger under my nose. It was moist and strong with the smell of her pussy.

I knew immediately what this gesture meant. Her silence a month ago had gnawed at my thought process since that time. I had convinced myself that she really enjoyed what had happened and I suspected that she too had been fighting with herself since then. I suspect that her reaction on this night was simply a last gasp at sanity and that she now was admitting that loss. Letting me sniff her very private smell was my daughter's way of granting me consent without having to say a word.

Wow, at that point my hormones kicked in with a fury! I looked up at my 14-year-old daughter's face and it held the same vacant, longing expression that I had seen on my own face in the bathroom mirror when I smelled her panties.

This was it! We were both silently acknowledging our needs for each other.

I grabbed the bottom of her pink nightshirt, while my eyes searched hers. I saw no resistance. Slowly, so as not to spook the youngster, I pulled it upwards over her body, holding it up just above waist-high, exposing her exciting curves to me. To my surprise, Ann wasn't wearing any underpants and I could see her pussy right in front of my face. It was the most attractive thing I had ever seen in my life. It looked so much different than the last time I had seen it - - when she was so much younger. Ann now had pretty, ash-colored pussy hair. It was only slightly curly and the hairs were not very long. The little patch only covered from just above her pubic bone and then between her legs. I could see the slit between her puffy pussy lips and the button of her clit protruding slightly.

I glanced up momentarily at her face and saw a look of fright, laced with excitement. Her lips were quivering and I'm sure that she, like me, was wondering where this was all going to lead.

Releasing her nightshirt, I leaned my face over to smell her. My daughter's sexual fragrance was very sharp in my nostrils now as I inhaled. God! My hormones were on fire for it! Never was I so hot!

I put my face to the soft hair and I kissed it. Ann moaned and I felt her hands move onto the back of my head.

I kissed and kissed and kissed that beautiful thing, savoring its alluring odor while I did it. Eagerly, I put my hands on the child's soft ass cheeks and hungrily pulled her lower body to my face. I began to work my kisses into the moist slot between the furry, fleshy pads of my daughter's pussy and I could detect her feminine secretions clinging to my lips. I put my tongue out to taste her.

Another moan escaped the child's lips.

The youngster's pussy was sweet, but with a salty, lemony tang. I dropped to the floor, in front of her, and instinctively she reacted. Her hands moved from my head to the hem of her nightshirt, which she held up invitingly. She lifted one foot onto the bed, to open herself for me, her father, as I grasped her baby-soft hips and continued kissing (and now licking) into the tasty, scented slit between the child's silky legs.

Ann gripped my shoulders to steady herself, and I could sense her body quivering and hear her voice making the sweetest little chirping sounds as I licked into her. Nothing I had ever done, in all my life, turned me on as much as this did. I had to have more of it!

"Lay on the bed baby," I looked up and told her, my voice just a quaking whisper.

Ann didn't say a word. Instead, her sexual hunger was directing her now, too. Quickly, she did as I had instructed, laying herself back on the bed with her legs slightly apart and pulling the bottom of her nightshirt up to her thin waist. I wasn't sure of how far I should go with her. I was beyond mere arousal now. I was trembling from the effects of pure lust. I never had any intention of fucking the child but my cock was as hard as it had ever been. I knew that I would have to be careful to control myself.

I got halfway on the bed, next to her, so that my face was just above her pussy and I placed my hands on her warm thighs to spread her limbs a little more for me.

Wild with lust, I pushed my tongue into the oily-wet cleft, between her tender pussy lips, licking and tasting the lemony flavor of her most personal place. The whole time the youngster made more little squeaking noises as the thrill of what I was doing to her made the breath catch in her throat. I could tell that she liked it because of those sounds she was making and because she began pushing her pussy up, at my face, from the bed. It was wonderful!

I took my daughter's leg and pulled it over my head so that I could fully expose her cunt to me. Her thighs were wide apart now, as I lay on my stomach with my face at her crotch. I used my fingers to gently separate the slightly hair-covered, billowy lips of the child's pussy. I could see the pinkness of her delicate inner skin and (under the protrusion of her clitoris) into the dainty appearing orifice of her vagina. It was glistening wet and open. It beckoned for me to explore and taste it.

Ann's hand (with her pink, painted fingernails) suddenly covered the open display. I took her hand away and held it to her soft thigh as I pushed my face to her parted crotch and stuck my tongue deep into her warm vagina. Her hand squeezed mine tightly and I could hear her breathing stop and see the muscles of her flat stomach go rigid as my tongue entered her and my mouth glued itself to her pussy lips.

I explored into her velvety slick opening, noticing that the abundant nectar, within her sexual entrance, was very sweet tasting and slippery. I suddenly remembered a part of an old rhyme: "Sugar and spice and everything nice - that's what little girls are made of." Had the author of that poem ever done this to one? My daughter put her hands softly to my cheeks and pushed me back.

"Don't do it in there, Daddy," she said breathlessly, "It's way too sensitive."

The youngster guided my face up so that my mouth was on the folds of skin at her clitoris and I began to swirl my tongue around that daintily soft, rigid little button in the slot of her pussy. Her scented hairs tickled my nose as I thrilled from the effects of both smelling and tasting her sex. Ann's body quaked and shuddered with each movement of my tongue now. I knew that I had her highly aroused and I was overjoyed at my ability to give the child such pleasure. As I licked her, I pulled off my shorts. I didn't know what I was going to do with her next but I had to have all of her! Just then her little body stiffened, and she grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her.

"Nnnnnngggg!!!! OH! OH! Mmmmmmmmmm," she was whimpering and groaning as she bucked up and down against my mouth.

My tongue sank deep into the child's spasming vaginal hole as her warm thighs closed to the sides of my cheeks and began to squeeze. Her lower body churned her pussy on me as she came. My mouth filled with sweet, slimy, delicious Ann! I excitedly swallowed but kept my tongue working inside of her, so that she would 'get off' real good, hoping to give my 14-year-old daughter pleasures that she'd remember forever.

Then she suddenly went limp. He was lying on her back, still panting, as I continued to lap into the slippery folds of her sex. Something appeared in front of my face and I was momentarily licking the back of her hand as she had covered herself again and was now pushing my face away from her crotch.

I got to my knees, breathing loudly from my sexual excitement, my face wet, from my little daughter's pussy, and my large, rigid pole jerking and standing up in front of me.

Ann's eyes seemed to go two sizes wider and she sat up and looked at my dick with an odd, fearful stare for a moment.

I started to crawl on top of her. She tried to scamper back from me but I held her in place. I wasn't to be deterred now. I pushed softly on her shoulders and she lay back down.

"Dad...go e-easy, please...?"

Within seconds my prick was at the child's pussy-entrance. I was small-sized for a man and she was soaking wet. In addition, my horniness wouldn't allow me to tread carefully. I pushed into my daughter's hot moist cunt, surprisingly easily. A gawdawful wonderful groan escaped her lips as I slid into her with my whole shaft. At the same time Ann instinctively raised her legs and wrapped them around mine. Once I had my entire shaft buried in her pulsating pussy, I stopped.

Looking down into my daughter's eyes I whispered. "Are you alright?" I asked.

"God, you're so big, Daddy" she quietly squealed, as she lay there, with her eyes squeezed closed, waiting to get used to me. I reached my hands between us and grasped her warm breasts, squeezing lightly. I couldn't keep myself from pushing my shaft harder into her. Christ, my little daughter felt so good! Just being inside her was ecstasy! Then she put her hands on my shoulders, as she leaned her mouth down on me, and Ann started to move her hips under me, slowly screwing herself on my cock.

It was heaven! I strained down with my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth. It was thumb-tip sized and soft and tasted slightly salty. I began to suck on it as she moved instinctively beneath me, while I continued squeezing her other firm breast in my hand.

"Oh yes!" she whispered. "That feels so good! Suck on it, Daddy!"

I was shocked and amazed at how hot my young daughter was. She was clutching at me and writhing beneath me as if she had been fucking all of her life...and loving it! After only a few moments, I was ready to spurt! I pulled my mouth from her tit and held her upper body down, motionless, beneath me.

"Stop or I'll cum in you," I urgently whispered.

"Okay," she panted in my ear. "Let's just lay and feel each other until your cum feeling goes away."

God! It was harder to be motionless, inside of her, than it sounded. I hugged her soft, slim body tightly to me for a time, feeling her chest heaving with her excited breathing on my face and her hot pussy clasping at my sensitive, rigid cock.

After a short time, my feeling of orgasm subsided a little and I started to thrust my cock up into her again to show her that I was ready. Ann tightened her arms around me and she resumed the moving of her hips. The child obviously enjoyed having a cock moving in and out of her pussy.

"Oh god Daddy, it's good...please do it harder...I love it..."

I began to move harder once again and she began to fuck back at me once more, churning her pubic bone up to mine as my cock pressed deeply into her hot, restrictive belly.

The smell of the child's sex filled my nostrils as I looked down and watched her curvy hips writhing in a fuck motion. I could hear the squishy sound of her pussy now, as she worked it up and down beneath me. I could also see, at her flat lower stomach, her little, ash-blonde pubic patch meshing, in sexual intercourse, with my, brillo-like, black hair. God! The sight made me want to boil over with cum and I quickly held her down and held her body motionless, against me once more.

"Oh, I was so close, Daddy!" she breathlessly cried in my ear.

"God you feel so good, Annie! I can hardly stand it! You're going to make me cum in you if you don't stop!"

My daughter cried noises of frustration beneath me and began to kiss my ear and my neck and my chin and my cheeks as I lay atop her and tried to calm myself down.

"Make me cum Daddy," she breathlessly whispered hotly, between her kisses. "I want to cum, Daddy. I need to cum. I want to feel what it's like to cum with you inside me."

Ann tried to work her pussy on my sensitive receptive cock but I quickly grabbed her round, baby-soft ass and held it firmly to keep her from pushing me over the edge. We lay for a time more, holding our naked bodies tightly together and panting into each other's ears. We were becoming slick with sexual heat and perspiration as we clung to one another in the darkened room.

"Okay," I finally whispered, as I realized that I had calmed down a little bit. "But go slow, Annie."

Ann grabbed my shoulders tightly and pushed her upper body back up to me. I could see her eyes close and her face take on a determined, dreamy expression as she started to resume her fucking motion under me. I again took the youngster's sweaty breast into my mouth and sucked its large, hard nipple as I grasped the curves of her hips and felt the urgency of her quickening fuck movements. I tried, with all of my might, not to even think about cumming as the youngster strongly gyrated her sexy little body under me.

Ann bent her head down to my ear and whispered, "I'm almost there, Daddy. I want you to kiss me, real hard, while I cum." I moved my mouth to find hers and, as our tongues entwined, I felt her body suddenly go rigid. She started to moan into my face, through her nose, and her lips clamped tighter on mine and she began to suck my mouth violently. I could feel her pussy spasm and it started to squeeze my dick with a velvety wet clamp as she ground her little pussy, fast and hard, on my dick bone.

I knew that if I wasn't careful I wouldn't be able to control myself. It would be so wrong to cum inside of my own daughter, but I couldn't remain motionless inside of her either! It felt far too good! The compulsion to thrust my dick was just too overwhelming! I had to fuck her! But I knew that I had to fuck into her very slowly and carefully. It was maddening! But ohhh did it feel so wonderful! As I fucked her, I ran my hand up and down her soft, girlish frame, from her shoulder, down her thin waist and up the curve of her hip and down her bare thigh. I ran my hand up under her nightshirt and up her smooth little body to pet and stroke her warm, fleshy breast and supple nipple.

I became aware that Ann's hand was between her legs and that she was rubbing her pussy with my dick inside of her. I could feel the motion of the child's slick pussy flesh on the base of my cock as her fingers worked at her clit. I could also feel her insides tighten whenever her clit would telegraph a jolt of pleasure through her body. This, in turn, would send a thrilling jolt through my sensitive, buried dick! Oh god, this was so exciting! I could hardly stand it! What an incredible situation! Fucking my own daughter, right here, in my wife's and my bed. I moved my hand to the soft curve of her hip and (ignoring the danger) began to fuck her faster (pushing in deeper and pulling her onto my cock). Ann responded by manipulating her clit, with her fingers, a little faster. I held her girlish curves more tightly now and started to really ram myself into her (but with very little noticeable movement and absolutely no sound!).

I worked my other hand between our bodies so that I could clutch her firm little breast as I fucked her. Its nipple stood out like a hard thimble and I squeezed it and pulled her hip back up to me and thrust my cock deeply into her again and again and again. We fucked and fucked, like this, for quite an exciting while. It was so nasty and dangerous and thrilling to churn my sex into my own daughter right here in the same bed that my wife and I fuck in.

I could feel my cock swelling harder as my excitement was reaching an unbearable level. I stopped my thrusting and just held the curve of her hip tightly, squeezing her tit hard and pushing myself into her as far as I could go.

Then I could feel it: Ann's body went stiff and she was cumming. Her fingers were pushing hard on her clit (and the base of my inserted dick) and her insides were gripping my rigid cock tightly again and again as she had her orgasm spasms.

"Oh, Daddy, yeah I...Oh, oh I'm oh it's so...gooooood."

In the grip of her climax, the youngster was pushing herself back up hard upon my deeply buried shaft, forcing it into her even further. It was too much for me.

I couldn't help myself. I started to cum. And I mean CUM! I could feel my cock jerking hard as I began to forcefully ejaculate, jet after jet of thick, hot incestuous sperm deep into my own little daughter's cunt. My orgasm was so intense that I thought my heart would stop! I grabbed her at the curves of both hips now, so that I could pull her harder onto my cock and get my nut off, into her, real good. I tried to thrust my erupting shaft down into her tender little pussy even further and (at the same time) I felt her insides squeezing repeatedly on my spewing cock and exquisitely milking my load out of me and drawing it into her.

"Oh baby, Daddy's cumming. Oh I love you baby, I love ohhhhhhhh, unh, unh..."

Pull it out? I couldn't pull it out! Even if I wanted to! My daughter was clinging to me with a frantic passion. She had stopped breathing during her cum and now I could faintly hear her trying to catch her breath as her orgasm released her. I was still cumming though.

Finally she loosened her grip and I could feel her start to relax fully, to get my cock out of her, but I had a strong hold of both her curvy hips and I held her baby-soft, shapely, little body in place so that I could pump the rest of my baby-making cum into my child.

Thinking back, I know it was the best orgasm I ever had in my life! I nearly passed out from the thrill of it! But, through it all, we remained almost perfectly silent as if nothing were happening.

When I was completely spent, I let go of her and she sat up, pulling the cover of the blanket abruptly off of us.

"I love you Daddy."

"I love you too sweetheart."

She got up off the bed and hurried to the bathroom as I lay in place, wondering where this was all going to lead.

The End