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Nobody Loves Me Like My Daughter My name is John Ruby. I am married to a cold,
but attractive woman named Beth, and have a beautiful daughter named Susan. I
guess it's not a new story. Beth and I met when we were 15, fucked often, and
got pregnant. We thought we were in love, well sort of, and I wanted to do the
right thing. Our parents refused at first, but 3 weeks before the due date, gave
their consent, and we were married.
Beth and I had both planned to go to school. But we could not afford it on our
own. Her parents were better off than mine, and they paid for her education. I
stayed home with Susan. My dream was to be a Journalist and maybe write a novel
or two. I was 21 years old when I finished my first book. It was a Dungeons and
Dragon tale that did surprisingly well. I write about less than perfect heroes,
shattered dreams, broken promises and barely recognized lusts. Throw in a she-
devil and an innocent princess in mortal danger, and you've got a story that
people seem to enjoy. The pay was not great but damn, I was an Author! I soon
found work writing short stories, and articles for DD magazine, and later for
their web site.
It was enough that I could feed my family and rent to own a three bedroom home.
Beth worked part time while she was in school, and with the occasional helping
hand from our parents, we were fine. For fun I hone my writing under various pen
names on the internet, including this one (my most popular) Jaz1701. If you've
read my other stories then you know I have a thing for rape and incest stories
that are written a certain way. I am 30 now, and have enjoyed force, submission
tales since I was a kid, certainly long before I met my wife or my daughter.
While I was establishing myself at DD Beth was finishing law school. By the time
I published my third book, she had landed a job at Pierce, Whitman, and Doyle, a
prestigious law firm in CT. It was a 45 minute commute to our home in Voorhees
NJ. Beth was smart, worked hard, and thanks in part to her father's connections
did well. Unfortunately the amount of time she had to devote to her schooling
and then her career left very little for me and Susan. I was still attracted to
her physically. I enjoyed fucking my wife. I still got a thrill out of making
her grunt, seeing her eyes snap open, and then glaze over in shock as I fucked
my fat cock into her barely willing, slightly wet snatch. She was a good lay but
not very adventurous. She did not particularly like oral sex, and anal was
completely out. You may not be able to understand this but, well here goes. As
my wife and I loved each other less, I enjoyed fucking her more. I'd pin her
beneath me, spread her demure ladylike legs wide, and hold them open. I loved
looking at her tight, and tasty pussy. Sniffing it obscenely. I'd lick her
juices, enjoying her thin sneer of disgust, of uncontrolled lust. I loved
sucking her cunt in the morning, or after an intense workout. When she wasn't
fresh, when she was sweaty and slightly stinky. Her embarrassment was exciting.
Making her cum, scream out in a joy that she usually denied me was a small
triumph I know, but I savored it. My absolute favorite was to pin my snobbish
little wife beneath me, to fuck her just a little bit harder, and a lot longer
than I should. Not quite enough that she could complain, but the thought of her
forced submission still makes me hard, still brings a snicker and a grin to my
eyes when I think about it.
You see I liked to humble her with my thick cock. I'd imagine that I was raping
her, that I was looking her in the eye and ripping away her virginity. Sometimes
I'd chuckle to myself as I forced her to orgasm. I'd get hard as I thrust inside
my victim. I pretended she was begging me for mercy, screaming in fear while I
raped my wife all night. Our sex was so "love-less" it was easy to imagine that
it was rape. Oh don't worry I made sure she came plenty. Beth was a wet, juicy,
sexy mess when I finished licking her tits and fucking her cunt. But as soon as
it was over, as soon as we came, she wanted my cock out of her. I knew that but
I always made her ask me. I always stayed inside her, kissing her unresponsive
mouth while I was half hard in her pussy.
She was a proud woman, and hated doing that. She always tried to give subtle
clues, quiet hints. I ignored them. I'd grab a tit in my hand and one in my
mouth and slobber on her, pinch her. Pretending that I did it for her pleasure.
If she left me inside her slick pussy long enough I'd get hard again. At times
She'd try to wiggle out from under me, but I was too strong. I'd hold her down
and fuck her. Other times she'd remain perfectly still, trying to demonstrate
her lack of interest. That was the best.
I love staying still inside an unwilling vagina. Feeling her most private
warmth, her most intimate caress, involuntarily attempt to expel my invader.
Either way, when round two began she would become frustrated and usually mutter
something like "Honestly John, not again..." ("Yes bitch, again, heh, giggle,
snicker snort, chuckle, grin. I'll fuck you as long as I damned well please you
cold bitch. This is all you are good for, so shut up, take my meat, and LIKE it,
slut!" I'd think to myself as I dripped my sweat, spittle, and sperm on and
inside my wife a second time).
In reality I knew she wanted me to leave her alone when we were done, but I'd
caress her clit, and fumble with her ass like an amateur until she'd ask me to
leave her pussy alone in an exasperated tone. She had to say the words like a
good little girl. She had to ask me for permission. It was just our little
ritual, joke between lovers. Staying inside her longer than I was welcome gave
our sex a spicy, rapey flavor that I enjoyed. Beth knew another child would ruin
her career. By the time I put a condom on, and she added some spermicidal, the
spontaneity, and romance was usually gone. Add in the fact that she was mentally
and physically exhausted most of the time and well, we just began to drift
apart. Over time, the rape fantasies were all I had left, the only good, healthy
connection we had. It was a slow process, it took years before we admitted it to
ourselves, and even longer before we could say it out loud. I was staying with
her for our daughter's sake. I believe she was staying with me for her career.
It was still an old boy's club. Bad enough she had a child, and was forced to
marry at 16, but to have that marriage fail, to be divorced at 25--would be
career suicide. So our marriage hobbled along. Occasionally we were happy,
rarely sad. Usually we were bored, with each other. As much fun as it was to mock-
rape Beth it was nowhere near as good as true love. If you have ever fucked a
woman who is simply limp, who merely endures you...it's pathetic. No matter how
good the sex is it makes you feel dirty. Cumming inside a person who really does
not want you is like pissing, it's just fluid. I needed more, and to be honest
so did she. We both wanted to be loved, to feel close to the person we were
fucking. That was impossible for us.
My daughter Susan was growing up. She was understandably a daddy's girl. Oh she
loved her mother, respected her, but they were not close. By the time my wife
reached out for her it was too late. She was a teenager, While not a stranger,
her mother was more like a benevolent aunt, an old family friend. Beth realized
the coolness but instead of fighting for her daughter's love, threw herself into
work even more. When Beth turned 30 she was given a raise and a significant
promotion. I still made good money (45 to $50,000), but this was the first time
she made more than me...a lot more. "John I think it is time we talked. We've
both seen this coming for a long time. I think it's time we consider a legal
separation. I hope we can be civilized about this. If you give me the Mercedes,
I'll move out, and we can split our bills and bank account 50/50. I think it
would make sense if you have primary custody of Susan for now. I'll want monthly
visitation and alternating holidays. If we keep this simple I can draw up the
paperwork myself and we can avoid the expense of hiring lawyers." She had
obviously rehearsed it. It was calm, cool logical, just like my Beth. I did not
hate her. But, well still it hurt. I had loved this woman once (well close
enough), spent half of my life as her husband, and it was over. Her firm had
Apts. that Partners and Sr. associates could use. She moved out the next day.
Like any kid Susan was upset she was a sensitive 14 yr. old. "Dad is mom ever
coming back, there's still a chance right. It's only a separation right?" "I'm
sorry sweetie, your mom and I both love you very much, and we still care about
each other, we always will. It's just...well it's just time we both moved on. I
want your mom to be happy, and she wants the same for me." I hugged my daughter
tight and she had a good cry. That night she made a strange request. "Dad, I
can't sleep. Can I get in bed with you, please." It was an innocent request,
from the person I love most in the world. she was in pain and needed her daddy.
I had a king size bed...so I figured why not. Susan scrambled into bed next to
me. My daughter had on one of my old t-shirts and pair of panties. Her nipples
were clearly visible, but...she was my daughter. She gave me a hug and a kiss
good night. I expected her to move away, to her own side. But she did not. She
shifted, and snuggled and nestled close to me, for warmth, for comfort. I could
smell her, I could feel her small breasts burning into me. She lifted my arm and
draped it over her, and it rested on her firm round ass. It had been so long
since I felt loved like this. Since a woman wanted my touch, needed to feel me.
I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. I awoke the next morning, happy
and relaxed. It did not last. Somehow while we were sleeping I had spooned my
daughter. My underwear were crusty and damp, my cock was hard and pressed tight
into her panties. My hands covered both of her tits possessively. I realized
that the reason I woke up was because I was about to cum. Hard. I tried to stop
it, but I was too far gone. "No, oh shit, noo!" I screamed to myself as I abused
my daughter's trust. I felt another load of cum seep onto her ass. My hands
closed on her fat baby tits and pinched them. My cock kept thrusting, harder,
faster, deeper. Somewhere in the middle, she woke up. "Daddy? What're you doing?
Daddy are you ok?" I could not think of anything, I was so ashamed, and
frightened. My wife was a lawyer for christsake. If she found out, she'd destroy
me. So I did the only thing I could think of, I pretended I was asleep. I
mumbled aloud, "I love you Beth, please don't leave me..." and then pretended to
drift off to sleep. My daughter grew still. My hands stayed on her young tits,
and my semi hard cock was wedged in her panties. A part of me relished the fact
that she was awake, that she silently endured her daddy's hands on her tits, his
cock and cum on her ass. That's how it started.
My daughter never said a word to me the next day about me cumming, or squeezing
her tits. When I woke up the next morning she had gone downstairs to fix my
breakfast.
I came in the kitchen and she gave me a hug, and a shy smile. "Morning Sweetie,
mmm that was the best night's sleep I've had in a long while. How about you, did
you enjoy sleeping with you old dad?" I asked as I bent down and kissed her
lightly, rubbing my tongue across her lips briefly, before picking her up by her
arm pits and clutching her to me, keeping her there by supporting her ass like a
little girl.
"She seemed surprised by my affection, but said, um yeah dad, I slept pretty
good. Uh, I'm glad you enjoyed me, um sleeping with me, er sleeping next to
me...daddy put me down and I'll get you some coffee." Slowly I let her tits and
pussy slide down my body. Her crotch rested on my hard on for several seconds as
I hugged her hard, rubbing into her. I kissed her again, and gave her ass a
squeeze and a firm pat. "Thanks, daddy could use something hot to drink. Bring
it over here and you can sit on daddy's lap while we read the paper together."
""Uh...um ok daddy. I'll be right there." Over the next few months my Daughter
became the woman of my house the woman of my life. She cooked and cleaned. She
hugged me and actually gave a damn when I talked to her, she listened. She was
everything her mother was not. My cock seemed to fit naturally into her. Her
body was the perfect height and weight for me. She spent a lot of time in my
lap, sitting on my dick.
We never spoke of it, I just accepted, expected my daughter's presence in my
bed. Once a week or so she just needed her daddy. I looked forward to it. We'd
snuggle up tight, and somewhere in the night I'd cum I'd bury my cock in her
panty clad cunt, or sweet little ass, and fuck her. I'd pretend I was sleeping,
I knew she was awake. I'd just ram her as hard as I could, hold her, squeeze her
until I came. Sometimes I'd rub her pussy through her gown, or frantically reach
inside for bare tit meat. I'd always mumble something like, "Oh Beth I love you,
I need you baby, let me have you, don't leave me, please, I love you..."
I'd dry-fuck my 15 yr. old, hold her in my arms while I rested, and then fuck
the sweet little angel again, and if possible, again. I'm not stupid, I knew
what I was doing was irregular. The feelings I had for my daughter were not
completely proper for a daddy to have. I almost always felt a twinge of guilt
the next morning. She never said a word, never questioned why my hands cupped
her, why my cock was so hard. Maybe she really slept through it all, I'd lie to
myself. Maybe she thought it was normal., I'd think . "Maybe she liked it, after
all she came to MY bed. She did not have to do that." I don't know how long
things might have continued if she had not had her accident. It was stupid
really. She was coming home from school and a kid was riding his bike. Neither
one was paying attention. She saw him right before he hit her, and jumped into
the street to avoid him. The truck that hit her ripped tendons in her hip,
severely bruised her ankle, her left leg, and broke her arm. My wife arrived at
the hospital two hours after I did. She was concerned and appeared to be mildly
irritated at the interruption. Once she found out Susan would live, and require
minimal hospitalization she seemed ready to leave. I called her on it "Beth we
are still married, your daughter is going to need help. She needs you. Surely
you are coming home. You can move back in for a few weeks, can't you?"
"John I'm sorry but I have opening arguments tomorrow morning on a major trial.
One of our largest clients is being brought up on charges of tax evasion. If I
win he will give all of his legal concerns to our firm. That's millions of
dollars per year. I'll make Jr. Partner. I have to focus. If Susan was dying it
would be different. I need you to handle this. I'll check in when I can. Thanks
John," she said as she kissed me on the cheek and left. The doctor's decided to
keep her in the hospital for observation overnight Her left hip was severely
bruised and swollen. She had twisted her right ankle pretty bad. Her right arm
and wrist were clean breaks. She had a mild concussion and less severe bruises
on her chest and back. The kid was a pitiful, painful mess--but she would be
fine, eventually.
Her doctor felt she was well enough to go home the next day so our HMO would not
pay for her to stay. I was alone with a 15 yr. old girl who could not dress,
shower or go to the bathroom unassisted. It sure would have been nice (real
fucking nice) to have a loving wife/mother there to help.
It was clear that Susan felt the same way. The separation and pending divorce
were bad enough. But She felt her mom would be there when she really needed her.
We were both wrong.
To be fair, Beth did call once, sometimes twice a day that first week. She
visited on Sunday but Susan said she was too tired to see visitors.
And. That. Was. That. The first night I brought her home was an experience. She
could not walk unassisted. The Doctor had given her a powerful controlled
medicine for pain. It made her dizzy and sleepy. I carried her to her bed, and
sat down. "Honey are you hungry can I get you anything? Some water, a glass of
juice?" "No dad I'm tired just wanna go to bed."
"Ok let me help you get undressed sweetie." We were both uncomfortable, I was
very nervous at first. My hands were trembling as I stripped my little girl. The
sweater wasn't too bad. It buttoned down the front. It felt awkward peeling open
her shirt, exposing her bra to me. I could not help but brush my fingers across
her padded nipples. So soft, so silky. "Do you want daddy to take off your
bra...ok baby I'll leave it on for now," I said in mild disappointment. Next I
laid her down and pulled her jeans off. It was not easy. Her hip was jostled and
she cried out in pain. I vowed that she would be as close to naked as possible,
so long as I was dressing/undressing her. After all it was just us, why should
cause her pain?
When I pulled her jeans down, I accidentally pulled her panties down too.
Susan was so out of it, from pain and drugs, she did not realize it but her
pussy mound was exposed to me. I stared at her puffy, pouty, pussy lips and
licked mine. So tender, so delectable. I decided it was easier to pull them all
the way off, rather than embarrass her by calling attention to her lack of
panties. Then I pulled the sheet over her, and kissed her gently. "Sleep well
angel, daddy's here." About 3 hours later I heard a noise, it was my daughter. I
had drifted off to a deep sleep while watching TV. She had apparently been
calling me for some time and was quite frantic. "What is it sweetie, I'm sorry
what do you need." "Dad where were you, hurry I have to go, I have to pee, NOW!"
One bathroom was downstairs, the other was in the master bedroom. I tried to
help her out of the bed, to guide her as she hobbled towards my bathroom at
the end of the long hallway. I was too slow. "Dad please, I'm not gonna make
it, help me!"
I picked my half naked daughter up and ran for the bathroom. We almost made it.
"Oh, oh...no, shit. Oh my god daddy I'm so sorry, I can't help it", my 15 yr.
old cried in shame as she wet herself. Jets of her piss sprayed me, dripping on
me, drenching my clothes as I carried her. I jumped into the shower and held her
tight as she wet me.
"It's ok baby it's not your fault. I'm the one who fell asleep. Go on and pee
Susan, daddy does not mind, let it out. I love you baby girl. I love you." The
hand I was supporting her ass with was slippery and wet. She was sobbing
uncontrollably now, humiliated that she had pissed on her father. She did not
notice as I slipped two fingers in her pussy, to help hold her lips open, as her
yellow stream continued to flow.
We stood there for a couple minutes, My hands were still under her ass, my
fingers in her sopping pussy, dripping in warm piss. I never felt closer to my
daughter than I did in that moment. I rocked her, told her that it was ok, that
I loved her and did not mind a bit. She just kept sobbing. I couldn't think of
anything else to do. I wanted to stop her tears, to take her mind off of it. So
I bent down and kissed her mouth hard. It was a long, wet hungry kiss. I sucked
her tongue, nibbled her lips as I massaged her damp pussy, and hugged her tight.
She stopped in mid sob, she was completely surprised. "Dad...?" "Susan I want
you to listen very carefully to me. I am your daddy. I love you very much. You
will not ever be embarrassed in front of me again. Over the next few weeks I
will see you naked plenty of times. I'm allowed to. I will touch, and caress,
and fondle every part of you. It is natural. I will spread your legs, open and
wash your little pussy, and help you wipe your ass. I will be dressing and
undressing you. If I need to I'll put you in diapers and change them. I've done
it before, and I can do it again." "I absolutely love you and I WANT to take
care of you. It hurts me to think you are embarrassed in front of me. Of course,
it's only fait if I get to see you naked, get to touch your privates, you have
the right to do the same to me. After all you are the woman of the house now.
Now, are we clear...good. Then lets get us both cleaned up. If you hold onto the
rail can you stand, support yourself?" I set my daughter down and unsnapped her
bra. Her perky tits jiggled a little in greeting. Then I quickly took my piss
soaked clothes off and turned on the shower. I could not help getting hard, as
the warm water ran over us. I took the liquid soap and began lathering Susan up
with my hands. I rinsed her face and neck and then moved to her stomach, thighs
, arms and feet. We both knew what was coming. I started with her breasts. I
soaped them gently, rubbed them lightly. Soon I was playing with her pert
nipples. Susan's legs buckled once and she nearly fell. "Susan honey lean back
against daddy." She did, She jumped a little when she felt my cock bouncing
around outside her pussy but she stayed there like a good girl. My arms circled
her waist and I cupped both her breasts while pressing into her from behind. She
felt so good.
Slowly I soaped her lower belly and played with her pussy lips. Then I dipped a
finger inside her cunt. It was gripping and clenching me ha hard. I washed
Susan's pussy until she came in my hands. "Dad, ooh oh god, oh daddy...what are
you doing. Please, wait, what are you doing to me?"0 "Shah baby, you need to get
used to daddy washing you, touching you. You're just a little sensitive down
there. Let's try it some more until you settle down I have to take care of you.
you still seem tense. Daddy is going to relax you while he cleans you. Get used
to my touch baby. Concentrate on daddy's fingers inside of you. Daddy can touch
you anywhere and it is ok. It's not dirty when it's your daddy. Don't move,
relax. Give me your body. Re-la-x, shh baby let me have you," I said as I
massaged and soaped my 15 yr. old daughter's clit and rubbed her pussy for
several minutes. I wasn't through yet. I needed to clean her butt too. I peeled
her sweet ass apart and soaped my cock real good. Then I ran it up and down the
crack of her ass, deep inside her tight, delicious buns. I did not pierce her
anus, just soaped her buns good with my beefy dick. My finger was still in her
pussy, as I half fucked her ass. My cock was pressed tight against the entrance
of her butt-ring and the head somehow, accidentally slipped inside just a half
inch. I grabbed both her buns, and squeezed them tight, I molded her butt cheeks
around my cock. My cock started squirting, leaking semen into my daughter's ass.
I tried not to jerk, not to slam it home. I managed not to rape her ass. I just
filled her tender butt with my cum. My hands reached around her. One on her tit,
and one in her cunt, as I pulled her snug against me. "There baby, daddy is
getting you nice and clean. You are so soft, so wet, daddy is going to keep you
clean. Every day I'm going to wash you good, just like this. Do you like it
Susan, do you like the way your daddy cleans you?" "Um I don't know, I feel
strange, it feels good but it feels kind of weird having your, uh thing inside
me, and your finger keeps rubbing my vagina. Is this normal dad. I feel so
funny." I had cum but Susan was teetering on the edge again. She was close, so
close. I decided to teach her a lesson. "Ok baby if you feel funny we better
stop. you are clean now anyway. Daddy is going to get you dry." Susan had a look
of confused frustration as I pulled out of her ass and released her tits and
privates. She was cold as my warmth left her. But part of her seemed relieved.
"My bed is closest to the bathroom, and I need to be able to hear you if you
need help. You might as well sleep with me until you feel better. So you don't
wet yourself again. " "Um, ok dad. I guess that makes sense, she said in a shy,
humble voice. She was still embarrassed, and shaking from multiple orgasms. I
helped her out of the shower then and dried her off lightly. I liked the way she
looked dripping and wet. I picked her up then and carried her to my bed, cold
and shivering. My daughter and I were still naked. "Um, dad...I need some
clothes, er and so do you..." "I'm going to sleep in the nude tonight, but you
need to put something on. Susan with your hip and broken arm we need something
very loose, easy to get on and off when I dress you. It does not make sense to
deal with a bra and panties every day. Your mom has some old nightgowns in the
dresser over there. You decide which ones you want to wear. I picked out three
of Beth's skimpiest, flimsiest see through lingerie from happier times and laid
them out for Susan to choose from. She settled on a black semi see through satin
gown. It was low cut and the breast cups were a mesh pattern that showed lots of
nipple. Susan blushed as I helped her put it on. I did not bother putting
anything on as we both settled into my bed. "Good night daddy," she said as she
moved her head to kiss my cheek. She was surprised when I did not let her, but
gave a perfunctory, "Good night Susan, get some rest." Cool satin, on wet skin +
air conditioner made Susan very chilly. It was only natural that she seek the
nearest source of warmth, me. "Susan honey, move over a little bit, give daddy
some room." "But dad I'm cold, can I snuggle with you.
"Honey, usually I would not mind...um but well Daddy misses mommy tonight. He is
a little lonely and it might be a little embarrassing for both of us if you get
too close." Susan got very quiet then. She had an idea what I meant, after all
she had felt my cock before, she had slept with me when I came on her body (uh,
in my sleep). She had heard me mumble my love for her mother, and knew what I
would do. She knew what it felt like to have me inside her ass, to have my hands
playing her tits, my finger in her young cunt, tickling her cit. I was naked
now, and she was nearly so.
My daughter knew what would happen if she snuggled with me tonight. I was going
to take her virginity. I was going to make love to her. I was going to spread
her open, climb between her legs and fuck her till she bled, fuck her until she
came. She was curious, and horny from her aborted orgasm a few minutes ago, so
she decided to risk it. "Dad, I am cold, and you are my dad. I trust you. You
just said I should not be embarrassed around you, doesn't that go both ways?" I
pretended to think about it, sighed and said, "Ok sweetie, if you are sure.
Daddy is a man and he has needs, but I'm a little chilly too. I'll be so gentle
If you can handle it so can I. I moved over closer to my daughter and kissed her
lightly on the lips for about 30 seconds. She kissed me back determined to prove
she could take it.
"There did that help warm you up...good. Now lets snuggle up a tight." I spooned
my daughter and put my arms around her waist. Slowly my hands massaged and
caressed my way to her round little tits. I cupped them and squashed them. Her
breathing changed, but she did not complain. I pulled the hem of her nightgown
up so her bare bottom was resting on my cock. I slowly stroked her breasts while
I pushed my meat in the valley of her ass. She was whimpering now, and trembling
slightly. I could smell her arousal. "Are you ok honey, are you warming up now.
Daddy likes the feel of your soft, smooth, warm skin against him. I'm going to
take this gown off you. You can sleep on Daddy's tummy. I'll keep you nice and
toasty." Gently, carefully I eased my daughter's body on top of mine I spread
her out, her tits mashed flat on my chest, my cock peeked up between her legs
and the shaft of it rested against her pussy. She was dripping pretty good now,
and I was leaking precum all over her pussy, and ass. I loved the feel of her
small soft body resting on top of me. She belonged here, locked in my arms. It
was more than sexual. It was meant to be. I was her daddy, and I had the right
to fuck her. To be her lover, her man. Deep inside I believed that, I knew that
it was truth. But here is the strange part. I knew that fucking her would change
everything.
Taking her virginity would end her innocence. It would be a greedy, selfish act.
Because of her injuries no matter how gentle I was, I would still hurt her.
Never mind the tearing, the ripping of her virginity. Her arm, hip and ankle
would detract from her enjoyment significantly. But it was more than that. This
was my daughter. It was a beautiful, sacred, holy trust. I wanted to be just her
daddy for a little while longer. The pureness of it, the simplicity of her love
was something I would not easily surrender. Yes she was sexy, yes I wanted to
ram my cock in her cunt, in her ass, to suck her tits, to fuck her into
submission. I admit that wanted to train her, to teach her how to please me. I
needed to discover her most intimate secrets, how to give her body maximum
pleasure. I am only human, I admit it.
But I chose not to make love to my baby girl that night. It seemed wrong
somehow. It is difficult to put into words. Somehow I just sensed that fucking
my daughter was in some way, not quite...right. I would wait until she was a
little older, until she was healthy, and ready for me. I did not stop our
love, I simply paused it, I set it on simmer, and let her stew in her own
juices for a while.
She seemed a little disappointed at first. But then the hazy gaze of lust
dissipated and her look of pure love returned. Slowly she realized that daddy
was just going to hold her. That she would still be my virgin, little girl. My
cock was still throbbing, and Susan's sweet little pussy trickled her
contentment as it snuggled and squeezed around her daddy's love. My hands
lightly scratched and squeezed and massaged her ass. Her face was buried in my
chest as she sucked my nipple for comfort. "I love you daddy, I love you so
much," she said as she drifted off to sleep. My cock finally erupted, as I shot
load after load of fresh cum straight in the air. Some bathed the outside of my
daughter's pussy, most spewed on her back and ass. I scooped it up and rubbed
it on her face and mouth. "Soon little one. I am going to fuck you very soon, "
I promised myself, promised us both, as I hugged Susan tight. My index finger
slid into her anus, and my left middle finger slipped inside her pussy, where
they belonged.
I kissed the top of her head and said "Daddy loves you too Sweetness. Good
night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite."
End
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