Perverts 'R' Us

Some Day, Daddy

By Old Boy ( M/f, inc, con )

My name is Richard. I am an executive in the import and export business working for Mot and Motley, a well-known trading company. Our main competitor, Quigley Import Export, has offered me a position as a vice president, but I am not planning to accept the offer. I'm comfortable with Mot and Motley. Besides, taking on a new position would mean a lot of extra work for me and less time to spend with my family, and especially with my darling daughter, Melody.

Ah, Melody. Fruit of my loins and light of my life. We have been lovers for two years now, ever since she was just eleven years old. I well remember the first time we made real love together. We had been romping around the swimming pool while my wife Marjorie was off on a shopping trip with one of her scatter-brained friends. Marjorie and I had drifted apart in recent years. I resented the way she managed to spend money as quickly as I could make it.

Anyway Melody and I were using the swimming pool when the ties on both pieces of her flimsy bikini came untied, and the small coverings washed away from her. It happened when she jumped into the pool off of the diving board. Apparently she had not tied the bikini on securely. She didn't realize her bikini was gone at first, as she hopped up out of the pool completely naked. I had gotten out of the pool just before her, and I was sitting on a deck chair and toweling off. My eyes staring at her body and my jaw dropping told her that something was wrong.

Melody looked down and saw that she was quite naked, even as she was standing directly in front of me. I was looking at the sweetest hairless little pussy and the cutest puffy breast buds I had ever seen. The last time I had seen my daughter naked was when she was a baby and I was changing her diaper, or when she was a toddler and I was bathing her. But that was different. I was her father, and I certainly was not looking at my baby in a sexual way back then.

But Melody was eleven now, and on the verge of adolescence. For the first time I was looking at her and seeing an adorable and desirable pubescent female, not just my little girl. She squealed and turned to go get a towel to cover herself, but she slipped on the slippery tiles and fell down, twisting an ankle. Quickly I rushed to her and picked her up. I carried her into the house and set her down gently on her bed. She didn't seem to be in much pain.

I examined her ankle and determined that it was not broken, it was only a minor sprain. As I examined her I could not help noticing her pink pussy gaping open, as her legs were well apart. I stared at the open red mouth of her little vagina and my cock stirred to erection in my bathing trunks. She giggled as she realized that I was looking at her private parts. Quickly I tore my eyes away from that fascinating sight, and I made myself focus on the sprained ankle. I treated it and wrapped it up in an ace bandage.

I told her she would have to keep her weight off of it for awhile. I went to get her a cane to walk with. I would have thought that Melody might put something on, at least some panties, while I was off fetching the cane for her. But she didn't. The little blonde vixen was waiting for me with her legs still spread wide open, her blues eyes glistening, and smiling a knowing smile at me.

"I saw how you were looking at me, Daddy. You think I am pretty, don't you? I mean, you think I am pretty down there, don't you?"

I groaned inwardly. How was I to handle this? I should insist that the child get some clothes on. But then I wouldn't be able to look at the fascinating sight she was willingly offering me. What is it about adolescent females that makes some of them want to try out their budding charms on their own fathers? I guess it is the same thing that makes some fathers want to look at those delectable charms. I was hopelessly lost, drowning in desire for my own virgin daughter.

"Yes, Melody, I do think you are very pretty. But you are my daughter and I am your father, and I should not be looking at your, er, at your sex. I think you should get some clothes on now, and then let us just forget this and not think about it again. Okay?"

She pouted at me. "I saw how your penis got stiff when you were looking at me, Daddy. I saw how it was bulging out your swimming trunks. It still is doing that. What are you going to do about it? When men get that way they have to do something about it, don't they?"

Good grief, my daughter wanted to talk about male sex organs while she sat there naked before me. "Not always, honey. Sometimes a man's erection just goes away. But not while he is looking at a pretty naked girl like you! Now, go get some clothes on, will you?" I tried to make light of the situation, hoping to resolve it quickly. I yearned to make love to Melody, but it was wrong.

She cocked her head and grinned at me. "Maybe I could help you, Daddy. Would you take your swimming trunks down and let me see your penis? I've seen a boy's penis before you know. Bobby down the street sometimes takes his out of his pants and lets me play with it, and then it gets real stiff. He says that some day he is going to be able to shoot stuff from it, and when he can do that he will show me and let me jack him off. Can I jack you off, Daddy?"

I about had a heart attack. I could not believe that my own innocent little daughter was asking me to let her jack me off! Kids grow up so fast these days. When had my child turned into such a little sex pot? Who was this boy Bobby who let her play with his penis? Before I could work out in my mind how I ought to respond to Melody, damned if she didn't suddenly reach out, grab the sides of my swimming trunks, and haul them on down my legs, freeing my penis!

My erect penis sprang forth from the trunks, bobbing about nakedly before her smiling face. "Oh, it's so big, Daddy! Bobby's penis isn't nearly as big as yours!" Before I could stop her Melody wrapped her hands around my penis and she began giving me a hand job, jacking me off!

I should stop this. I should stop this right now, I thought. But somehow my body was not listening to my brain. It was having too much fun thanks to my sweet daughter masturbating me! How on Earth had this gotten so completely out of control?

"Your penis is so pretty, Daddy. I want to kiss it, okay?" Before I could stop her, the child leaned forward and pressed her lips against the head of my throbbing penis. She kissed me there, a very special kiss. It was the first time my daughter had ever kissed my penis. As she pulled away to look at it a little clear thread of pre-cum followed her, making a bridge between the tip of my cock and her pouting pink lips. She giggled when she saw the bridge of pre-cum.

"Look, Daddy, he likes me!" she exclaimed. Melody did it again, giving me another special kiss. My God, I was going to cum. I was going to cum all over Melody's face. Without thinking about what I was doing, I reacted the way I would if it was my wife doing this thing with my penis.

"Quick, honey, open your mouth and take my penis in. It's about to shoot!" I exclaimed. Melody obeyed me. Her eyes bugged out as I unloaded a big load of cum into her mouth. Damned it she didn't suck and swallow, suck and swallow, even better than my wife had ever done! I could not believe it. When at last I was done, as she realized that there was no more to cum for now, she released my wilting penis from her mouth, pausing to give it one more special kiss.

"Wow, Daddy, that was great! Michelle at school told me how she does that with her older brother. I sucked and swallowed just like she told me to. I never did that before. Did I do it right, Daddy?"

I could not believe what had just happened. God, they would put me in prison for this and throw away the key. But I didn't want to alarm the child. "Yes, honey, you did that perfectly. I am very pleased with the special kisses you gave me. But sweetheart, it's wrong for daddies to do this with their daughters. You and I will always have this very special memory, but this is the end of it. We must never do anything like this again. Someday when you are older you will understand."

Melody was happy that we had done this I saw. "I like your penis, Daddy. I don't think it's right not to let me play with it any more. I know what let's do. If you don't want me to suck it for you, why don't you stick it inside me and fuck me? Michelle and her brother fuck, and she says it's lots of fun."

What now? Out of the frying pan and into the fire? "No, honey, daddies and daughters are never supposed to fuck each other. It's wrong, and if anybody found out they would send me to prison. You don't want me to go away to prison, do you?"

"No, of course not, Daddy. But I would never tell on you, and nobody will find out about us. I want you so much, Daddy. I love you so much. You love me too, don't you Daddy?" Somehow I failed to notice that Melody had taken my penis in her hands again and she was playing with it.

"Yes of course I love you, honey. But that still doesn't make it right for me to fuck you. Besides it hurts a girl the first time she fucks. There is a fleshy seal inside your vagina called a hymen. It's there to protect little girls from infections, until they are old enough to know how to keep their vaginas clean. When the hymen breaks it hurts a girl and makes her bleed a little. I don't want to hurt you, honey. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy, I do understand. That's why I have been using the dildo that Michelle lets me borrow, to get rid of that hymen. It hurt a little when I broke it a week ago, but now I can use the dildo and it doesn't hurt anymore. So I'm ready for you, Daddy, ready for you to fuck me!"

I could scarcely believe my ears. Who was this vixen, Michelle, who had so corrupted my sweet innocent daughter? But then Melody had wanted to know about these things. She had been eager to learn all about sex. Somehow my cock was stiffly erect again, bobbing in front of Melody's face as she looked at it approvingly.

"I think he is ready now, Daddy, ready to fuck me. I have never fucked before, and I wanted you to be my first. That's why I tied my bikini on so loosely, so it would fall off when I dove into the pool." She grinned at me, confident that she had me now. "I hope you don't mind, Daddy."

I couldn't believe it. My innocent little eleven-year-old daughter had deliberately set this up, intending to seduce me! Whoever heard of such a thing? While I was trying to decide how to get myself out of this without hurting my child's feelings, damned if she didn't take hold of my cock and tug on it, pulling me into her bed! I have to admit I didn't resist that much.

The next thing I knew I was kneeling over her spread naked body, and Melody was guiding me into her vagina! I was surprised to find that she was already moist down there. Evidently she was turned on by having sex with her Daddy, and already lubricated in anticipation of fucking with me. Slowly I sank down into her little channel. She was very tight. Well of course she was, she was only eleven years old. Using a small dildo had opened her up, but not that much.

I was fully committed to fucking her now. I reached up and played with her budding breasts, getting the pink nipples to stiffen up. She liked that. I worked with her to get my big cock into her small hole. She worked with me, hunching her hips up at me, and before long I was in right up to her muscular cervix. Slowly I began fucking her then, and Melody fucked me back eagerly.

She looked up at me with a beautiful smile on her young face. "This is fun, isn't it, Daddy! I just knew it would be fun to have you fuck me! Do you like it too, Daddy?"

I groaned, completely lost to lust for my own daughter now. "Yes, darling, you are the best fuck in the whole world!" I meant that too, with all my heart, cock, and balls. My penis seconded the motion then, shooting a load of cum into my daughter's snug little vagina.

"Oh my! Oh my! OH MY GOD!" Melody cried out, and she had a terrific orgasm. I don't know if it was her first one, since she had been playing with a borrowed dildo. But I knew it was a good one. She writhed beneath me and I felt her cervix spasm open and take sperm into her uterus. If she were older, I might have been concerned about a possible pregnancy, but I was confident that she was too young for that. Still, from now on we would have to use birth control.

Yes, I knew then that this was going to be more that a one-time thing. I gave myself completely over to my darling daughter, and we were lovers from that time on. We gave each other special kisses, hers on my cock and mine on her clit. Her little titties developed nicely and by the time she was thirteen she really had a lovely pair of young breasts. I had a lot of fun playing with them. We fucked as often as we could manage it, mostly on weekends when her mother was off shopping somewhere.

During that time I also took a lot of photos of Melody and me using a digital camera. It wouldn't do to take such photos to a shop to be developed of course. Instead I used my computer printer to print out the digital photos. They showed Melody posing nude from the time she was eleven until the current time when she was thirteen. They showed her posing wantonly, her legs spread wide open as she masturbated. They showed her sucking my cock. And using the delayed timer, there were pictures of me fucking her too.

It was a very foolish thing to do, taking such pictures. I was soon to pay a very heavy price for my foolishness. I came home from work one day to discover that my wife and daughter had left me. I found a note from my wife and I read it.

I was devastated. I went through the house. Marjorie had left most of the furnishings, but had taken her personal possessions with her. In Melody's room I found that she had left behind the cute baby-doll pajamas that I had given her. They were in a dresser drawer, and beneath them was a hastily scrawled note from my thirteen-year-old daughter.

I broke down like a baby and cried. I had lost my darling daughter Melody. Her mother Marjorie and I had grown apart in recent years, so I would not miss my wife that much. Indeed I had thought that once Melody was grown up, I would divorce Marjorie. I could kick myself. How could I have been so stupid, to keep sex pictures of Melody where Marjorie could find them?

I re-read my daughter's note. "Some day, Daddy." It gave me a faint glimmer of hope. I decided to take that job offer from Quigley Import Export. The vice president position would burn up a lot of my lonely time. I folded my daughter's note and put it in my wallet. The next day I called Quigley and accepted their offer. I told them I needed to make a change in my life.

They seemed shocked and said, "We thought we did not have a chance you would accept, but welcome aboard." I gave my two weeks notice to Mot and Motley. They offered me more money and such, but I turned them down.

Monday two weeks later I started my first day at Quigley. I was a house on fire, a man possessed. In less than a month I streamlined the entire operation. Even though I worked very hard, I still could not get over my sense of loss and stupidity. But when I felt lower than a piece of crap, I whispered the words, "Some day, Daddy."

Two months later, I was a little proud of myself. Quigley was now doing more business than old Mot. The only thing that would make me feel---. Nope, I'm not going there. I whispered my sweet daughter's words, "Some day, Daddy."

That night as I was making dinner for one my thoughts of loss came again. Quit it now. Better. Okay! When dinner was ready, I sat down and started to munch on my crispy French fries. As I dipped one in my pool of ketchup I looked through the evening mail. Bills, junk, more junk, but at the bottom of the pile I found a small white envelope addressed to me. Strange, I thought. It had no return address.

I opened the envelope. Inside I found a small piece of blue lined notebook paper. I opened the paper. The first line read "Dearest Daddy." My heart skipped about twenty beats. I read on.

The address she gave me was in another state. Immediately I sat down and wrote a reply letter.

I folded the letter around a $20 bill and sealed it in the envelope. Then I hand-delivered the letter to the post office, wanting it to reach Melody as soon as possible.

I was so excited at having reestablished contact with my daughter, even though it might be years until we could see each other again. She was all I could think about, and her promise "Some day, Daddy." However I did continue to do my job well at Quigley. It seemed forever until I heard from Melody again, although it was only two weeks. With trembling hands I tore open the envelope to read her letter.

Right away I wrote her a return letter.

I folded the letter around a $100 bill and sealed it in the envelope. Once again I hand delivered the letter to the post office, wanting it to reach Melody as soon as possible.

Again I had to go through the anxiety of waiting to hear from my dear Melody. About two weeks later I received her new letter, by overnight delivery! It was a shocker.

I had been at work all day of course, and it was evening when I got home and found her letter waiting for me. I checked my watch. 7:00 p.m. It would take nearly an hour to get downtown to the Greyhound terminal. Quickly I got in the car and began the drive downtown. "Some day, Daddy," had arrived and it was TODAY! I got to the station and parked the car. I hurried inside. Her bus was just arriving, and then suddenly there she was. My beautiful daughter was HOME!

I'm sure the people in the terminal must have stared at the sight of a grown man kissing a young girl so passionately, but hell, I didn't care what they thought. Melody kissed me right back.

Then breaking the kiss and smiling that mischievous smile of hers she said, "Careful, Daddy, you don't want to get arrested for molesting me right here in public!" We both laughed at that idea. I hadn't had dinner yet and neither had Melody, so I took my daughter to a fine restaurant and we had a great meal. Then I drove my daughter home. Home at last, this time to stay.

Epilogue

Four years have passed since Melody came home. We contacted her mother Marjorie right away to let her know that her daughter was safe and living with me now. There wasn't much she could do about that without the pictures. It seemed she was no longer interested in having Melody live with her anyway, not after the girl burned the house down!

Marjorie does keep in touch with greeting cards at holidays, but other than that she is out of our lives. She let us know in one of her cards that she had found a new girlfriend, and they had found a place where they were able to get married. That's cool with me. I bear her no ill will.

My daughter and I have continued our incestuous relationship. We give each other special kisses and we screw like crazy, like we cannot get enough of each other. She will soon be 18 years old. Her friends at school think she is a little strange because she is not interested in dating boys. A few gay girls approached her, but they learned she is not interested in that either. Consequently some of the other kids gave her a nickname, "The Nun". If they only knew how wrong that is!

Melody is about to graduate from high school. She made the Honor Society with her good grades, and she is planning to go on to college. However she will attend a local college and continue to live at home with me. She has recently found out that she is pregnant. Birth control is not 100% effective, and we got caught. That's okay though, because she wants to have our baby.

I only hope there are not any genetic defects because of the inbreeding. Funny, I will be both the father and the grandfather to our baby! Better yet, Melody will be both her mother and her sister! Melody teases me that if we have a daughter the day may come when I will make love to her as I have been doing to Melody. She says that if I do, she will not be jealous the way her mother was. That thought upsets me and I assure Melody that I won't do that.

Melody says, "We'll see. Some day, Daddy, some day!"

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