Perverts 'R' Us

Together Again

By Author Unknown (Modified and edited The Purvv) ( M/f, teen, / rape, reluc, inc-fath/dau )

Author's note: From the time that I was first able to go online, I've been involved in both downloading incest stories, and writing them. I finally made the decision to try to have my stories posted but have since found that by intermingling the two groups on my hard drive that in some cases I don't recall if the stories were written by me or were from a download. I was able to go back to the 'net and identify 75% of the stories but there are still some that I'm not sure if they were written by me or not, as it has been about eight years since I first began. Thus, this disclosure. Any other author who wishes to claim as his/her own need simply contact me.

Ken had waited three years for this night; his wife had left him and taken their 14-year-old daughter away with her when she realized that her husband was starting to lust after his own child. Rather than air the whole thing out in court, which both he and Ann knew that he would not only lose but also become a pariah, she agreed to tell no one, not even their daughter, and he agreed to stay away.

However, fate played its hand. Ann was in a fatal accident and everyone agreed that the 17-year-old Kristy should go live with her father. Within three weeks of her coming to live with him, it was her 18th birthday.

Her father took her out to dinner at his club and even allowed her to have a couple of drinks. A slight twinge of anticipation rippled between his thighs as he pictured little Kristy nakedly groveling before him.

"Well," he said warmly, turning his attention to the lovely young innocent sitting next to him, "Here's to us, Krist. Here's to us and our getting to know each other better before the nights over."

Feeling grown-up, Kristy tipped her glass to his and took a large, deep drink of her Pina Callada, her eyes sparkling at her handsome daddy over the rim of her cocktail.

Another round of drinks was brought, and the two of them continued to sit in the Country Club dining room, talking for almost another hour after dinner.

For some reason Kristy couldn't explain, she was beginning to feel uneasy about being alone with him. She already felt wicked and worldly for being out with a grown-up man, even if it was only her father, but there was something bothering her slightly, which she couldn't quite put her finger on. She remembered those times before her parents split when his eyes seemed to look at her in more than a fatherly way. And some of his touches in those days seemed to border on being beyond the norm.

She told herself that she was being unduly suspicious. She knew nothing would happen, just as she'd told herself in the ladies room, and her father had been the very soul of gentlemanly discretion. Yet still there was a pervading air of something wrong, something deliciously wrong as though she were skirting some forbidden fate. She tried to recall what might have caused it, but she could find nothing on which to base her small twinge of apprehension. As she set her glass down, she decided to relax and stop being such a 'fraidy cat', telling herself that the tingling sensations in the depth of her belly were only the result of one too many Pina Calladas.

"Well, sweetheart," her father eventually said. "Shall we drink up and be on the way to the house?"

"Yes," she replied gratefully. "Yes, let's."

Ken opened the front door, and Kristy followed him into the living room, where he switched on the overhead lights. The lamps were soft and warm, easing Kristy's small sense of apprehension, and she gazed around in wonder at the luxury of the room. She removed her flats and then sat down on the couch. She drew her bare legs up under her on the cushion, and primly tried to pull her short mini-skirt down as far as it would go.

Her father turned on the TV. "Anything in particular you want to see, hon?"

Kristy was feeling the effects of the liquor and her head was very fuzzy. She really didn't care what he put on, she just wanted to relax and enjoy this time with her dad.

"Whatever you want is fine with me, dad."

"Mind if I just put some music on then?"

"No. That's okay with me. I wouldn't pay attention to the TV anyway."

He switched off the TV on the multi-remote and then with a few button maneuvers the easy listening sounds of violins filled the room.

"Have a good time, tonight, baby?"

"Oh yes, very much." She tucked her legs further beneath her as her father came over and sat down on the couch. She was pleased to see that he didn't try to sit next to her, but actually sat a little further away than was really necessary. She had been foolish, she thought to herself. Dad was a handsome, appealing man with a certain allure which fascinated her, and that was the only reason for her slight uneasiness. Herself! And certainly she wasn't going to do anything wrong!

"It is nice having you here, sweetheart, it really is."

Her father closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the arm of the couch as though the only thing in the room were the strains of the music. For all his aching desire to thrust his rapidly hardening cock up into the narrow slit of her tight little cunt, he knew that to suddenly attack her would be the worst plan he could follow. She would have been pawed half to death by school boy dates and more than likely by that oaf of a boyfriend of hers, and he figured, correctly, that before any physical conquest of her tender young flesh, he would have to lessen her mental barriers with a sophisticated approach. And he had just the thing to do it with, too...

He picked up a scrolled silver cigarette case from the table beside him and opened its hinged lid, selecting a thin brown cigarette from its contents. He held out the case.

"Have a cigarette, sweetheart?"

She opened her eyes wide and looked. She had been to parties and was pretty sure what was being offered. By her own father!

"No, thanks dad, I-er, I don't smoke."

"It's okay sweetie, it's not like they're cigarettes. They're as mild tasting and very flavorful."

"Really? What are they?"

"Mexican, sweetheart," her father said, and then to reassure her, he added: "The soil down there makes the tobacco different."

"Well, I - -"

He urged the case closer to her hesitating fingers.

"Just take a few puffs slowly and see, sweetheart. Go ahead. If you don't like it, put it out, and I'll mix you a drink."

"All...All right," she answered falteringly, and took one, bending her head so that her father could light it for her.

"Slowly, slowly," Ken instructed her. "That way, they taste better."

Kristy watched him as he took a drag and inhaled very gently. She followed his example, and found a strange but not unpleasant taste. She inhaled deeper on the next puff and held it down a few seconds. After three or four inhalations, she could hardly feel it go down her throat at all, it was so smooth. She continued to smoke, holding the air down for as long as she could each time...

"Do you feel anything?" her father asked blandly as she neared the end of her first joint.

"Why yes, I do. I feel...feel very nice," Kristy said in a voice that didn't seem to be her own. She glanced at the man sitting beside her, and he suddenly looked to be miles away. "What...What kind of cigarette did you say this was, Dad?"

He answered with a soft chuckle, "Marijuana," confirming her suspicions.

"Marijuana! Daaad! I shouldn't be..." She had seen some of her friends and other kids at a couple of wild parties using it. "Will...Will this make me do things I don't...I don't want to?"

"No, of course not, sweetheart," her father scoffed. "You smoke it because it doesn't make you dull and sleepy like alcohol can. It leaves you mellow and feeling smooth, that's all. Isn't that how you feel now?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes it is..."

Her father smiled back at her, passing her another thin brown cigarette to replace the one she'd smoked. Without thinking, Kristy pressed it to her lips and pulled deeply, feeling this one heightening the pleasant sensation the first had caused. She felt strangely and euphorically bodiless and liked it, and the longer she held the curling smoke in her lungs, the softer her world became. She noticed the lights of the room becoming fuzzy, but the thin, brown cigarettes had dulled any fears she had about what she was doing...or should be doing...and who she was with. She was beginning not to mind anything now with the delicious warmth of the marijuana filtering through her blood and mixing headily with the alcohol she had already consumed. She could feel her flesh tingling all over deep inside...deep down where she had never felt anything before in her life...

Her devious father caught the almost imperceptible relaxing of Kristy's natural defenses, and inwardly gloated with obscene delight. He continued to talk with her as he watched her smoke the strong marijuana, his tones as warm and calm as the music and the cigarettes. He moved inexorably from innocuous subjects at first to other, more intimate discussions. He was well aware that even the mention of sexual things would produce a passionate response in the drugged soul of his innocent young girl and cause a sensual tingle which he hoped would fill her slender, firm body until she would not be able to resist it...or him...

"How are you feeling now, sweetheart?" he asked, handing her a third marijuana cigarette.

"I feel so wonderful, Daddy. I wish we never had been away from each other," she said and suddenly her face turned sad and the pressures of the past couple of months seemed to well up in her. First, her being raped by her boyfriend Paul, then her mother's death, and finally the breakup with her boyfriend. She had felt like a failure. Tears were falling down her cheeks.

Her father moved closer, sliding himself across the cushions of the couch until he was almost touching her voluptuous young body.

"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked in a soothing voice. "Tell me, what is the problem? Maybe I can help you."

Kristy shook her head, taking another deep puff of her cigarette in an effort to still her beating heart.

"N-No," she managed to whisper. "I...I can't tell."

"You should confide in somebody, Kristy. I can see that you're very upset about Paul for some reason, and it's no good to keep it bottled up inside you."

"M-Maybe not, but I can't." She swallowed thickly, her mind dreamy from the effects of the marijuana and alcohol. "It...It has to do with sex, you see."

"Everybody has sex lives, sweetheart. In this day and age of sexual freedom, sex is talked and shown everywhere you go. Look at the advertisements, the books, and the movies I show at my theater. You shouldn't be afraid to talk about sex with me..."

Kristy was dimly aware of her father touching her shoulder with his hand and drawing her closer to him. His arm felt good, she thought to herself, and so comforting...She pulled again on the cigarette in her lips. The musky odor of her dad's cologne filled her nostrils, stimulating her more, and she allowed herself to be pressed close against the firm supporting chest of her father. She lowered her head against his muscular leanness and thought wretchedly of her boyfriend Paul and how he hadn't held her in such a warm embrace for an awfully long time.

Ken felt the soft, resilient flesh of the unsuspecting young girl - his own daughter - - press tightly to his own body, and her firmly ripened breasts pulsing against his chest. He let the soft strands of her honey-colored hair brush against his nostrils as he whispered to her: "Maybe I can help, Kristy...Please let me help you..."

"No Dad," she moaned against him. "No, nothing can make it right."

"Shhh, you're getting too upset, sweetheart..."

"Oh, Daddy, I'm miserable!" she heard herself mewl involuntarily. "I'm so terribly miserable!"

"Then tell me about it, sweetheart. You'll feel better..."

Then, haltingly, she found herself unable to stop from pouring out her heart to him. Even though she knew she should be more discreet about her secrets, she was gripped by an overwhelming urge to confess to this strong handsome man who was holding her, just as he had many years ago, after a nightmare. Perhaps it was his soft, reassuring voice, or the influences of the alcohol and the cigarettes, but whatever was urging her on, it was uncontrollable, and she unburdened her misery to her father. She told him in half-sobbing, broken words about what had happened to her that night with Paul and then their breakup, and she even included the sordid incident in Paul's parked car when they'd been engaged. It all came out, and when she was finished, she pressed her tear-streaked face tight against her daddy's chest, sobbing as though her heart was broken.

The lecherous older man stroked her hair lightly in gentle comfort, and then he stroked the satiny skin of her arm, a small smile playing across his handsome tanned features. He could tell that his tearful Kristy was a very passionate woman beneath her surface, only waiting for the proper combination to stroke her furnace to the boiling point. And he was just the man to do it.

By God, he was...and would be tonight! Daughter or no daughter!

In the same tone of voice as he'd been using all along, her father said softly into her ear, "Don't think about it anymore, sweetheart. Don't think about how your boyfriend took you so brutally...Don't think how he hurt you inside..."

Despite herself, Kristy was beginning to slowly experience an almost soporific dream, as she remained huddled in her father's strong, gentle embrace. His words were soothing and hypnotic to her, and though she was aware that he was telling her not to think of what she had done and felt with Paul, the visions were clearer in her mind, now, more than ever. She didn't want to think about it, but she couldn't seem to help herself. She clutched the thin material of her father's shirt, finding security in his masculine nearness and the gentle stroking of his hand on her bare arm...

Her father could feel her warmly throbbing breasts harden beneath her thin sweater, and he knew his words were having the desired effect on her mind. She was thinking about it, seeing her and her boyfriend mentally, and the images were causing her unmistakable, if unwanted, arousal in her body. It's working, he thought gleefully. I'm finally going to fuck her - - tonight!

"Don't think how he would press his naked body down on yours and force his hardened penis deep up inside your tender vagina with brutal force. Don't think how he would pump up and down frantically inside you..."

Strangely, perversely, the images of Paul raping her painfully swollen pussy came back to her a hundredfold. The marijuana and alcohol swirled heatedly through her bloodstream, and her nerve-ends seemed to tingle for reasons she could not understand. She could feel a taunting tendril of some unmentionable sensation creep slowly through her loins and a strange moistness seep out from between her tightly clenched thighs to wet the soft white nylon of her panties. Her nipples were hardening under her brassiere, even though she willed them not to with all her strength. The images continued to grow of their own volition, and her daddy was too close, too exciting...

"Don't think about you and Paul, Kristy. Don't think about how he was fucking you. Yes, fucking, sweetheart...fucking is exactly the right word to describe how he slid in and out of your sweet little cunt until he came with his sperm deep up inside you..."

Hearing those words from her father shocked her. At first she tensed and then after relaxing she started to feel strange in listening to this man talk that talk.

Her father could feel Kristy trembling beneath his arm, and now with other emotions than just misery and shame, he thought victoriously. Her loneliness, her physical needs, the aphrodisiac marijuana, and the alcohol in her blood were all working in harmony, on her basic sensual nature, breaking down the barriers of her false prudishness and baring the hot, wild woman beneath. He couldn't control his eagerly pulsating cock from leaping into full erection at the idea of sliding his own male hardness up inside the pussy for which he had lusted for so long. Damn, he couldn't wait another moment! She was breathing faster and faster with every word he cooed into her ear, and if there was ever going to be a time to make his play for his daughter, it was right now!

Now was the time to strike!

"No, Kristy," her father whispered with rising heat. "No, don't think about how your boyfriend fucked you. Think how much better it will be when I make love to you! No man has ever made love to you...gentle, blissful love...but I will. I'll show you - - lead you - - to the joys you've missed."

He pulled her on her side so that they were facing each other on the long, wide couch, and then he ground his loins tightly into hers, sliding his hand up over the soft roundness of her buttocks beneath her short mini-skirt.

"Oh, Daddy, no!" Kristy whimpered into the wetness of his mouth as he leaned over and kissed her hard upon the lips.

She tried to pull away from him, but she could not seem to find the energy to resist her father's caressing touch and delicious kiss, the evil effects of the marijuana gluing her to his arms. She squirmed against the cushion of the couch, forcing the crotch band of her panties deeper into the crevice of her inner thighs. Its smoothness excited the sensitive pink lips of her vagina. She could feel tiny throbs beginning to pulse in the little bud of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lips tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations that were slowly building up between her legs. Dear God, what was happening to her?

Her alcohol and marijuana-dazed body stiffened as she felt her father begin massaging her softly trembling buttocks from behind. As he ground his loins harder against her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers, she gasped and held her breath, feeling the rising hardness under his pants pressing into her own now-moistened genitals. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting her new unquenchable passions, but the soft fingers of his hand nipping teasingly against her inner buttocks and the hardness of his pulsating penis grinding into her loins brought moans of helpless submission to her lips.

"Oh, Daddy, please don't," she mewled as she felt more lewd delicious feelings rippling across the surface of her flesh. "N-No one but Paul has ever touched me like this!"

"Always a first time for everything, sweetheart," he whispered softly, dropping his other hand down between their tightly merged bodies to the flatness of her belly.

"Ohhh, don't do this to me please!" she sobbed.

Her body jerked slightly as she felt her father's fingers hooking and sliding the material of her short skirt up the front of her naked thighs. She moaned and tried again to pull away, using all her willpower to overcome the strange new sensations that were building up against her will, deep in the pit of her stomach.

"Sweetheart, what you need is to be made love to properly for just once," her father whispered. "Just once. You'll never have to be unhappy again!"

Kristy gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her skirt reach the top of her thighs and her father's fingers suddenly come in searing contact with the softness of her naked flesh. An electrifying shock danced along the nerves of her inner thighs as she felt him trying to slip his fingers slowly under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed desperately but futilely against the unyielding strength of his embrace, whimpering as the full impact of this handsome older man wanting to make love to her burst through the lulling effects of the marijuana and alcohol. God, what had come over him? And worse, what had come over her? They were father and daughter! She had to get out of this awful mess before it was too late!

"Please, Daddy," she sobbed helplessly, cringing against the back of the couch. "Oh, please let me go! I feel like a fool behaving this way with you. I love Paul no matter what, and I can't do anything I'd be sorry for later. I just can't, Daddy!"

"Ken, sweetheart. Call me Ken, remember?" he smiled paternally down at the fearful young girl. "And why can't you enjoy yourself a little? Nobody would know!"

Kristy moaned in self-pity. "I would know what I've done, and that would be enough. I'd never be able to face my friends again! I've gone too far as it is!"

"Too late, sweetheart," her father chuckled with a cold, cruel glint in his eyes, as he decided to really take the initiative, "I want you, and deep down inside you know you want me to make love to you. And by God, that's what's going to happen."

Kristy tried to speak, but she couldn't, only able to press herself tightly back against the couch in disbelief. She watched, mesmerized, as her father began stripping his clothes from his body with his free hand. She wanted to close her eyes to shut out the horror, but before she could find the strength, he was completely naked. His thick, hard penis stood out from beneath the firm muscles of his tanned abdomen like the menacing shaft of a heavy, blunt spear. He leaned toward her, still holding her thighs down with one hand, and stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head of his hardened cock with the other.

"Bet your boyfriend never had anything like this to slide into you," he gloated proudly.

He continued his tormenting of his terrified daughter, watching the contorted expressions of fear and unwilling arousal cross over her face.

Kristy tried to avert her eyes, but against her will, she found that her gaze was dropping again and again to the hard fleshy erection he was holding in his hand. God, it was thick! In spite of her fear, her drugged mind wondered how a woman could take such a thing inside of her without being split completely apart.

Her father was built and he knew it, and he hunched near her for a moment longer reveling in the awe the size of his cock was bringing to her eyes. Then he leaned over her and hissed, "Are you going to take your clothes off or shall I do it for you?"

"D-Don't touch me," Kristy finally managed to stammer through her immobilizing euphoria. But she knew there was nothing to do to stop him now, for the small part of her mind that was still rational was far too weak to fight both his strength and her own body's strangely rising sensations. This naked man was going to ravish her helpless flesh no matter how much she pleaded with him not to!

He reached out and drew her hard against him, cupping her terrified young face in his palms. With a triumphant grin he pressed his wet lips tightly down over hers again, thrusting his tongue deep into the warm depths of her mouth. She sagged limply on the couch, feeling the hardness of his fully exposed penis digging into the softness of her stomach. A last faint thought of trying to tear herself away flickered hopelessly through her mind, but faded with the tender caress of his hands pressing into the sides of her cheeks.

"That's my lovely girl," he breathed into her mouth softly. "I'll be nice and easy...so gentle with you. You'll see."

Kristy was dimly aware of her father's hands leaving her face and snaking around her body to the hemline of her sweater. Almost as if he had hypnotized her into submission, she allowed him to draw the thin pullover up over her breasts and off her head and arms. The snaps of her brassiere came next and she heard him mutter a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as he dropped it to the floor and her full white breasts burst into the warm living room air.

He reached behind her again to the zipper at the back of her skirt, and with one swift downward motion, he opened it away from her ripely flaring buttocks. She could feel the sensual rush of air against her thighs as her father pulled the skirt from her. She swayed dizzily on the couch as she willingly arched her hips permitting him to pull her white nylon panties slowly down over the softness of her rounded buttocks and let them drop to the small skimpy pile of her other clothing on the floor.

There was nothing left. He moved her feet up and now she lay stretched out completely naked on the couch, hearing him panting on his knees beside her. The heady smoke of the marijuana wafted sensuously through her blood, intensifying the uncontrollable sensations, which were directing her actions, against her will.

She gritted her teeth together, resisting as best she could, but her utter helplessness and the thought of her boyfriend making love to some other woman were too much for the young girl's confused, drugged mind. She could only squirm back a little, whimpering as the tip of her daddy's finger found the narrow tender crevice of her vagina and thrust gently into it, parting the soft pubic hair and making sudden delicious contact with the hotly throbbing head of her tiny clitoris. She was wet and sensitive from the unwanted desire that permeated her entire being, and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the sigh of pleasure she felt growing deep in her chest.

There was nothing she could seem to do to fight him back, and tears of disgrace cascaded warmly down over her face as in her shame she found herself reacting involuntarily to the tingling caresses of her overly sensitive breasts and vagina. She was unable to keep from widening her legs, and found her buttocks suddenly undulating in an involuntary up and down rhythm to the light teasing of her own father's fingers sliding between her thighs...

Through half-slit eyes, Kristy could see the shadowy form of her naked daddy crouching between her open legs that were splayed like angel's wings on the soft, wide couch. She could feel the flat palms of his sweating hands pushing against the softness of her inner thighs, and she watched with gathering horror as his head dipped slowly down...lower...lower...and then...

"Ohhhh!" she jerked, as his hot moist lips closed over the hair-fringed mound at the base of her belly. His eager face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece of her pubic hair as he planted wet tickling kisses on the still resisting crevice, his tongue flicking lizard-like at the quivering opening of her cunt.

"Ohhhh God, Daddy don't! Please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her naked buttocks back down from the hot tongue flicking mercilessly at her defenseless vagina. His answer was a lewd chuckle and a further stab into the tight fleshy slit of her moistly pink flesh.

"Ahhhggggggg!" she moaned in undisguised humiliation, her head falling back on the cushions as his tongue speared the involuntarily swelling lips of her cunt.

In spite of her terror and revulsion at the horrible perversion being done to her helpless genitals, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to burn deep down inside her belly, and tingling little goose-bumps rippled across her quivering belly and full heaving breasts.

"Oh God, I can't, I can't let you do this!" she sobbed helplessly, fighting the torturing sensations that were steadily building out of control through her naked young body.

She clenched her teeth tight together and fought with all her will against the growing flames that were threatening to burst into uncontrollable fire and devour her resistance. But it was a losing battle as her father sucked and licked ceaselessly at her increasingly submitting loins, and her drugged mind hopelessly sensed her love-starved body beginning to shamelessly desert her. Her smooth rounded buttocks jerked up involuntarily toward his wetly darting tongue, sending more delicious spasms of sensation coursing through her raw nerve ends.

Ken felt her surrender and, with a savage grin, he thrust his thick wet tongue deeper into the hotly quivering sheath of his child's responding vagina. He worked hungrily, feeling the soft moist pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks, knowing that his daughter was far too gone now to fight anything he wanted to do to her. As his lips rounded and covered the wetly clasping cunt before him, he could hear low guttural moans from the girl whose soft warm thighs were now closing spontaneously around the sides of his moving head. He could feel her pink wet flesh moving around his long extended tongue as her cuntal walls opened and closed in a sucking motion, attempting on their own to pull him deeper into her. He had never seen anyone so hot, even with the marijuana, and he knew she was now completely at his mercy and loving every moment of it. His daughter needed fucking bad and she was going to get it, her body lost in the heat of her arousal.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she moaned, the cruel realization of her total loss of control hitting her with shame and humiliation. But her thoughts were fleeting; all that mattered now to her were the delightful shafts of pleasure piercing through her nakedly quivering flesh like tiny prickling needles of fire. She had never expected sex to be like this, that any man could bring such things from her body, let alone her own father! She reached down and desperately tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding his face deeper to the spreading lips of her hair-lined pussy, splaying her legs wider with abandonment to give him greater access.

Ken could stand it no longer. His penis was incited to a hardness he could no longer control, and he had to fuck his innocent young daughter before he exploded his cum all over the couch. He grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up her sweat-streaked body at the same time. His long rigid cock brushed against her saliva-wet pubic hair, peeling her narrow pink vaginal slit pulsing its lips with open invitation.

Kristy could see her father hovering over her through her passion and drug-dimmed eyes. She could feel the hardness of his thick fleshy penis lying the full length of her quaking pink cunt, the jerking head of his cock throbbing between her wide spread buttocks. He insinuated it in a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips up toward it, her hungry pussy searching desperately for its hard blood-filled tip. Forgotten now were her morals, her friends, her love for Paul. Nothing mattered any longer except to have this man...her own father's penis far up inside her! Her belly was screaming for it!

Kristy felt the lips of her eagerly quivering vagina being forced open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment and then gave way before his hard cruel pressure. The pain was harsh and she mechanically clenched her muscles against it as a long low wail came from deep within her throat. Her father shoved again, actually enjoying her screams of pain, ramming forward and sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way to the hilt. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his lean muscular body as she screwed her buttocks deep down into the cushions in an attempt to escape the sudden brutal impalement.

"Nooooooo! Daddy no! It hurts! It hurts worse than Paul's!" she cried out.

She felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and that she would be ripped in half from this giant male member embedded so deep in her belly. Her face was contorted with the agony of his vicious stab inside her, her lips curled back from her teeth, and pleading whimpers coming tumbling from her swollen lips. God, oh God, she couldn't take it! She couldn't!

Her father held her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of his innocent young daughter impaled helplessly under him with his huge pulsating prick buried deep in her tight little cunt. She'd never had it this deep, he gloated to himself as he pinned her back in the lewd humiliating position. He wished that her stupid boyfriend could see her now, spread-eagled this way with her own father making her scream and yell. And then he felt her vagina contract involuntarily as she flexed her inner muscles to relieve the impossible pressure. He throbbed his penis gently, expanding it inside her, but still not moving his body.

"Ahhhhgggg," she whimpered through bared teeth, trying to accustom herself to this greater impalement.

He waited a moment and then flexed again, watching his daughter's contorted face below. Her mouth hung limply open, her eyes clenched tightly shut. He flexed again, this time setting a slow teasing rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils begin a slow hesitant flaring in time to the beat and knew that she was on that fine line between pleasure and pain.

"Ohhhhh, God Daddy! God!" she mewled as the buried cock expanded more and stretched the narrow passage walls of her vagina still more.

Her father now began long smooth strokes into her defenselessly exposed loins that were wet and slippery from his saliva. He withdrew the shaft of his burgeoning cock until just its blunt tip was left inside the hot dilated opening of her cunt, and then thrust forward hard with his hips until his testicles slapped against the wide-split crevice of her buttocks.

Kristy groaned helplessly as her tender vagina was plundered again and again almost beyond endurance. He was driving her head hard back against the cushions of the couch with every jack-hammer thrust he made, and she couldn't fight from her hopeless position. Her arms were pinned down at her sides by her own updrawn legs. She could feel the giant heated rod of his hardened penis sliding wetly up and down inside her warmly tight passage, and she strained back against his vicious assault on her female vulnerability. But gradually she was becoming accustomed to his monstrous size inside her, and a masochistic pleasure she had never known before began to replace the firebrands of pain that raced from her totally filled loins to the top of her head.

Kristy could feel her womb flare wide and the tightly resisting lips of her hair-lined cunt flower open to receive her father's massively heated staff of love. Her nakedly writhing body felt itself coming to life now, the pain receding more and more as maddening tingles darted up from her soft white belly. Electric sensations rippled through her suddenly twitching cunt and out their fleece-lined lips, dancing like lightning across her trembling thighs and up through the tips of her pink, palpitating nipples. She rotated her hips from side to side around the fleshy impaling cock, her vagina dilating to its rhythmic beating, her body matching his pounding lunges with her own eager upthrusts as she greedily sought more of his long hard cock.

Dear God, it hadn't felt this good when Paul had "fucked" her! She didn't know why, and she no longer cared to ask. There was nothing else in her world now; no tomorrow, no today, no Paul-nothing except her deep, wet grotto of lust and the pistoning hardness filling it. This was madness she had never known - - a total surrender to the lure of flesh, and her drugged mind reveled in her wickedness.

"Ohhhhhhh, yes! Yes, Dad...Ken, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Hard!" she begged, gasping.

She was approaching what she instinctively knew was an orgasm, something she always missed before, and her body became more animal than human as she twisted and contorted in her frenzied quest for her first climatic release.

She knew that her father was about to cum in her and that she could be impregnated in this incestuous situation but she drove on unheeding, almost ready to cum and unable to stop. Her ravenously hungry vagina spiraled up the full length of his slippery plunging cock as she strove wildly for the end. Then - - "Ohhhh God! God, yes!" she screamed up at him. "This is it! I...I'm going to cum! Ohhh God, I've never cum before, and now I'm going to cummmmmmmmm!"

Suddenly, with a deep-throated mewl, her naked young body began vibrating uncontrollably, and heated secretions of release flowed from her throbbing cuntal passage, drowning his impaling cock with a sticky warmth. She reached frantically around under her squirming buttocks with both her hands to caress his testicles that were pressing into the split of her behind. She felt them spasm...

"Cum! Cum with me! Ohhhhhhh Daaaaa, oooo God, cummmmmmm!"

She could feel her insides splitting delightfully apart as the head of the deep-sunk penis suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to tear her belly in two. It began to spurt and she could feel his delicious thick incestuous sperm shooting into her like molten lava, erupting in spilling answer to her own hot flowing cum into the already filled cavern of her pinkly quivering vagina.

"Ohhhh, Daaaaad...fill me up! Fill me up!" she moaned incoherently as the tender flesh of her pussy clasped like a hungry glove around his wildly spurting cock, sucking the last drop as it continued to gush her own hot streams of orgasmic fluids. She screwed her buttocks up tightly against the still squirting shaft in her cunt and, with another scream from between her tightly clenched teeth, felt her body exploding over and over into what seemed a thousand tiny sparks.

Her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed back on the cushions, feeling her father's once-hard penis slowly begin to deflate inside her cum-flooded pussy.

"Ahhhhh..." she sighed dreamily.

She'd been fucked and fucked better than she had ever dreamed before in her life. Her pubic area throbbed with a sweet continuous ache, and her flesh trembled from the passionate sensations, which had turned her into a sex-craving animal.

So wonderful...and as the very shamelessness of her wanton surrender flickered hazily through her mind, the mental image of her naked body being fucked to orgasm by this lewd man lying above her, incited her drugged mind once more to arousal.

The hunger in her belly began raging out of control again almost instantly. Unconsciously she began to undulate her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her cuntal muscles at the fleshy, flaccid penis still pulsing inside her loins. She had milked it dry once, but spurred on by her newly discovered sexuality and the marijuana in her blood, Kristy was gripped by the desire to have her daddy's long thick cock harden in her again. She wanted more of his hot thick sperm to fill her thirsty cunt until it overflowed and ran down her already wetly covered thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again, wallow in her newfound depravity.

"Again...Oh, God, again!" she sobbed out with frustration into his mouth.

But it was useless. As much as she squeezed her buttocks up against his softened penis, it would not come alive again, its mastery lost over her seething emotions. With a satiated sigh of contentment, her father rolled from between her still gyrating thighs and onto the floor beside the couch.

"Noooooo! Nooooo, I want more! Fuck me! Fuck me again! Daddy...Please..."

"We have a lifetime ahead sweetheart, a lifetime."

The End