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8, 12, 16, 18 - (mf,Mg,Mf,rom,incest)
by Jaz
In some ways I have been very lucky. I have loved and
been loved by two of the kindest, funniest, most beautiful
women god has ever put on this earth. To have it happen
once would be enough for any man. But to have it happen
twice... I know I don't deserve it. I met my wife when we
were both five years old; she lived next door to me and we
were the only kids our age in the neighborhood. Beth was a
beautiful, blonde, blue eyed tomboy. We were inseparable.
Not only was she my best friend, for many years she was my
ONLY friend.
When she was 8 years old Beth told me that I was going
to marry her someday. I laughed and told her that I was
never getting married. Things started to change when we
went to Jr. High. One day after school she invited me to
the Sadie Hawkins dance. I turned her down. She cried and
ran away. I had never made her cry like that before, and I
did not like it.
The next day I went to her house and said I would go
with her. She coolly informed me that she had already asked
Ronald Sloptvik -- an 8th grader, and that since he had
said yes he was her boyfriend now. I remember clearly how
angry I was at her, perhaps even more so because I did not
know how to put it into words. She did not belong with dumb
old Ronald... she belonged to me! "Beth I am sorry, Please
forgive me. He can't be your boyfriend, I am. We are
supposed to get married," I said in desperation.
"I do forgive you John, but... you said no, and he said
yes. I have to go with Ron. Please understand," she said in
stubborn sympathy.
But I didn't. I watched as my Beth went out on her
first date with a boy and it was not me. I watched from the
bushes as Ronald kissed her softly on her parents' front
steps when he brought her home. I watched when he stuck his
tongue in her mouth and pressed her up against the wall and
tried to feel her tender little breasts.
"Ronald stop don't do that let me go! Get your hands
off me," Beth cried as she tried to get away from the
stronger boy.
"I can't stop now. Just let me see them. I just want to
hold them and maybe kiss them a little. I promise I won't
tell anyone," he said as he covered her mouth with one hand
and roughly ripped open the front of her dress.
He then squeezed her breasts before lowering his head
and sucking and biting on them through her bra. He lifted
her dress and started to grope her privates. He did not do
it for long. I tackled him from behind and began pounding
him in the face, and stomping him as hard as I could.
"Don't you ever touch her, don't you EVER look at her.
She is MINE! I'll kill you mother fucker. You hurt her
again, and you are dead!!" I was screaming and crying as I
pummelled the larger boy.
Beth's father ran outside and saw his daughter's ripped
dress and the bloody teenager on his front lawn getting the
shit kicked out of him. He pulled me off of him and wrapped
me in a tight bear hug. "Stop son, it's ok. You don't want
to kill him. Come on let's go check on Beth. She needs you
now."
Beth was sitting on the ground crying. She screamed
when her father tried to hold her.
"Don't touch me, this is all my fault. I am so stupid!
I couldn't get away! I tried but he was too strong. If it
wasn't for John... he would have raped me... he had me!",
Beth sobbed hysterically.
Her father did not know what to say, or do. But I did.
I sank to the ground and wrapped my arms around her, and
rocked her for a long time.
"Don't worry Beth. I will always be here for you. I
love you. Anyone that tries to hurt you will have to kill
me first. We will be together forever. I swear to God. I'll
never let anything hurt you again."
Beth's dad looked down at us, smiled, patted me on the
head and said "Amen son, Amen to that." He then turned and
went back in the house.
Beth and I stayed out on her lawn holding each other,
talking, laughing even. She was my best friend and soon
would be my lover. We were lucky. We had it all figured out
by age 12. Or so we thought.
Beth and I were married when she turned 18. We both had
pretty decent jobs. I made $13 an hour delivering pizza
(we'd never go hungry) full time while I went to college.
Beth made $11 as a Customer Service Supervisor at Sears
(Love that employee discount). Beth's mom had died several
years ago. Her share of the $75,000 Insurance policy had
been held in trust, accumulating interest until she turned
21, or was married for one year. We had been married about
six months when she gave me the news.
"John, I am pregnant. I know we had not planned to have
a baby so soon..." I jumped off the couch and picked her up
in my arms and said" I love you. I can't wait to see a mini
you. You have made me the happiest man in the world."
I began kissing my wife, slowly, hungrily devouring her
mouth, her sweet little tongue. I pulled her down to the
living room floor and removed our clothes. I kissed, and
nibbled on her firm ripe breasts. I suckled on one then the
other.
"I can't believe that I will have to share these with
anyone. You realize that if it's a boy you will ruin him
for any other woman. I mean, once you have had a taste of
these beauties, you do not want anyone else's," I said as I
slurped and sucked.
I loved the way her flat little tummy clenched up when
I kissed it, I could not resist sticking my tongue in her
belly button, while I rolled her nipples between my thumb
and forefinger. Her squeals of pleasure were my favorite
sound. I loved this woman. I could smell her juices as they
boiled and dripped inside her pussy. I wanted to taste my
wife, to see how wet she was today. A slippery slickness
greeted me as I pried her legs apart. Beth was really
running hot today. She was writhing, trembling naked and
spread before me. I kissed her pussy lips and shouted into
her wet cunt, "Come out come out wherever you are. I am
your daddy, and I can't wait to meet you!" Beth laughed,
and we spent the rest of the night sucking, fucking,
laughing, talking, and eating cold pizza.
We agreed to name our daughter Susan after Beth's
mother. Seven months later I had another blonde, beauty in
my life.
She was a happy baby.
Little Susie almost never cried, and slept through the
night. Her first word was "Da, Da" which she repeated over
and over when I came in the room. For two months that was
the only thing she could say, the only thing she wanted to
say. Susan learned to walk at an early age and followed me
around the house demanding that I put her in my lap and
hold her. There was no doubt about it, she was a Daddy's
Girl.
The pregnancy seemed to take something out of Beth
though. Her energy level never really came back to normal.
The doctor informed us that it would not be a good idea to
have a second child. We were disappointed of course... but
we already had an angel -- a gift from god. Neither of us
felt cheated. Susan was enough. The doctor prescribed a
vitamin/nutritional/medicinal therapy that seemed to help a
little, and things settled down for a while.
In just 4 years I had a baby, graduated from college,
got a job, and we bought a house. I graduated with a 3.8
average in computer science, and was quickly hired by a
small but growing Mail Order pharmaceutical company to
handle phone and computer networking for the 5 Call Centers
they had in our region. Beth was now the manager of her
Sears store. We were able to purchase a 3 bedroom house on
a two acre property from a retired couple looking to sell
quickly. Life was just about as perfect as it could be. My
wife was my best friend, and lover. I felt safe in her
arms, I knew that nothing really bad could happen to us. We
were blessed.
Susan had just started school when we got the news.
I came home from work and found Beth sitting on the
couch. She looked tense and I offered to give her a
massage.
She smiled at me and said, "John -- I have to tell you
something. I... I'm sorry honey there is no easy way to say
this -- but Dr. Jones told me that I have Breast Cancer."
My ears refused to hear the words, this had to be some
kind of joke, or a horrible mistake. One look at my wife,
bravely trying to keep back the tears and I knew -- it was
not a joke. My mind kicked into overdrive. We would fight
this, beat it. We just needed a plan.
"My god honey, you must be so scared, but don't worry
we will get through this together. Has she talked to you
about options? Chemotherapy? Lumpectomy, or Mastectomy.
Beth... some women who go through this worry about their
husband's reaction... I want to make sure you know that I
love you and I want the cancer out of you no matter what.
You are the sexiest woman alive to me and that will never,
never change," I said as I pulled her into a tight bear
hug.
"I knew you would be great about this... but sweetie...
my cancer has already spread throughout several of my
systems. John, this is what my mother died from. Dr.
Jones... she doesn't think I am going to beat this.
Basically I have a choice. I can go through numerous
operations while they cut off a piece of me at a time, and
spend my remaining days puking my guts out, bald and in
pain. Or I can spend my remaining days with you, Susan and
my dad. The doctor says I may have up to 2 years. I'll take
it John. I'll take 2 years with you my love and I will be
thankful for them. It's more than most people get," she
said as she consoled me when the tears finally hit me.
I screamed and sobbed and put my head in her lap while
she gently rocked me and told me it would be alright.
I am glad to say the doctors were wrong. My wife did
not live 2 years. She lived 3. Beth clung to life with a
tenacity and stubbornness that mystified her doctors. She
simply refused to succumb. Their tests all showed that her
body was riddled with cancer by the end of the first year,
but she would not die. The doctors were amazed but I was
not. It was simple. Beth loved me, and Susie and she knew
we were not strong enough to endure her death. So she
refused to die. She willed herself to live. She did her
best to prepare us for the inevitable. She insisted on
explaining what it meant, to Susan. They spent a lot of
time together.
Shortly after she was diagnosed, Beth began to make a
series of video tapes in private for me and my daughter.
She spent a couple of hours each day it seemed -- for
months with the top of the line, very expensive camcorder
that she purchased. It was very important to her. I slowly
discovered why. She insisted that I play them to Susan as
she grew up at various moments in her life. Some of it was
practical. There were detailed directions on how to make
our favorite meals, and cleaning tips. She covered what it
was like to have a period, showed her how to put on a
tampon, pick the right bra. Kiss a boy. Things to consider
in a boyfriend, in a husband, driving tips, a demonstration
of how to do a mammogram, and a promise to get yearly
exams. Sexual techniques for when she was older. Memories
and stories behind family photos, and relatives long
forgotten. Some were labeled by the date they should be
played (ex on Susan's 16 birthday). Others by an event
(Susan's First period, wedding, birth of first child.) Many
tapes were just for me.
She had one very special masturbation video. Six hours
of my naked wet wife telling me how much she loved me,
cumming over and over while she screamed my name. Beth
spread her pussy wide, and had the camera zoom in, while
she played with her full breasts, and long, pink nipples.
"Fuck me John, I love you, I need your thick cock
inside of me. I belong to you forever. Please baby, FUCK
ME!"
Spread pussy, sweet ass wide open, begging for her
husband's cock. Standing, sitting, kneeling, on her
stomach, on her back, with her legs in the air, on all
fours -- helpless lust, complete loving slut abandon.
Six hours just for me.
Each tape was in its own envelope and had a prominent
seal affixed to it. These tapes were precious to me and my
daughter. We were able to keep Beth alive in our hearts.
She wanted to be with us, and to this very day, she still
is. I don't believe in god any more. But... well for lack
of a better phrase, "God bless my wife for making those
tapes for us." There were 21 6 hour tapes in all. Beth said
this way she would be able to help take care of us even
after she was gone. For three long years she struggled,
suffered and endured the pain. Then she died.
I remember when my daughter turned 8.
But we did not celebrate her birthday, instead we
buried her mother. It was a cold, gray day. It was almost
as if god was ashamed to show his face; as if he turned the
sun off in guilt at what he had done. The same phrase kept
echoing in my head, "Your wife is deadddd, deaddd, she's
dead!!". All I wanted to do was howl. To shriek her name. I
just wanted to turn my brain off for a little while and go
insane. But I could not allow myself that comfort. I had a
daughter who was hurting too. She needed me. When we
finally got home that afternoon I went to my room to cry in
private, and compose myself. After about 20 minutes I came
out to find Susie cleaning the kitchen.
"What are you doing honey, you don't have to do that,"
I protested.
"It's ok daddy, now that mummy is gone I'm the woman of
the house. It's my job to take care of you. Mummy taught me
how and she said I could be a big girl and help you. Please
daddy let me take care of you?"
"OK Baby, how about we do it together," I said as we
worked, and talked and finally laughed together. That night
when I got Susie ready for bed, and was about to leave she
said "We almost forgot to say prayers. I'll do it. Dear
god, I love daddy, and mummy, and grandpa. I promise that I
will take care of my daddy and be a good girl and marry him
when I'm old enough. Say hi to mummy, and baby Jesus. Amen.
Daddy, when will I be old enough to marry you?" Susie asked
in sweet, sleepy voice.
"Well I don't know honey. I guess you will be a woman
when you're 18 so you can marry whoever you want. By then
you won't want to marry your wrinkly old father; you'll
have some young stud who will have swept you off your
feet," I laughed as I tousled her hair.
My 8 yr old daughter looked me straight in the eye and
said in a cold tone," I will SO marry you. I will never
love anyone else. You'll see. When I'm 18 I'll be your
wife, I swear to god and hope to die." I turned out the
light and left her room without a word. As I got into my
cold empty bed, I could not help but think of another
stubborn, blonde 8 yr old who had informed me that we would
be married 20 years ago. But that was different. I had just
closed my eyes when there was a knock at my bedroom door.
"Daddy, I can't sleep. I miss mummy. Can I snuggle with
you?" It had been a horrible birthday for Susie. It made
sense that she would want a little extra comfort tonight.
Heck neither of us really wanted to be alone that night.
"Sure honey, climb in," I said as I pulled the covers
back. Susie slid in next to me and gave me a kiss
goodnight. She then pressed her little warm butt into me
and trapped my arm with hers.
Susie gave a contented sigh and said, "Now I can sleep.
It's all warm and toasty. I love you daddy." She snuggled
and wiggled against me making herself comfortable.
I held my daughter tight, as I thought of my wife and
slowly we drifted to sleep.
[John never knew that his cock had gotten long, and
hard and thick. He did not realize that it had pressed deep
into the warm folds of his daughter's ass; separated only
by his briefs, and her thin nightgown. It was the first
time that his body responded to Susie in a sexual way. But
it was not the last.]
I remember when my Susie turned 12, check that - SusAN.
She came into my room to wake me up on her birthday
morning. "Daddy get up. You promised you would take me
shopping. Dad! Wake up... ok you asked for it," she said as
she sat on my stomach and began tickling me awake. Well, I
certainly wasn't going to put up with that; two can play
that game. Soon I had her pinned beneath me, and was
running my hands all over her body making her squeal, and
gasp and laugh. I guess it was a combination of factors:
the fact that I had not had sex in over 4 years, maybe it
was wrestling with a beautiful young woman first thing in
the morning -- but I felt myself get hard. My cock was
pressing into Susan's body. She was pinned beneath me and
as I ran my hands over her chest to tickle her I noticed
that she had breasts. I don't know where they came from, or
when they arrived but there they were. Tiny, perky little
titlets. Her baby nips were sticking out through my old
shirt that she slept in. I felt moisture on my leg, and I
reached down and discovered Susan did not have any
underwear on. Her kitty was wet and dripping. I
accidentally rubbed her lips and my finger slipped inside
her for just a second. The walls of her vagina clamped down
on me and she squeezed her legs tight to hold me there. My
12 yr old was aroused!
Susan and I looked at each other for a moment and then
she began to kiss me. It was light and slow at first, but
then something happened. We both lost control. I started
sucking and licking her face and lips and tongue. I found
her tiny clit and rubbed it softly. Susan was moaning and
sucking my neck hard. Then she spoke.
"Oh daddy, this feels so good. It's the best birthday
present ever. I am ready daddy. I am ready to be your wife.
Teach me how to fuck. Teach me what you like and I'll do
it," she said as she played with my hard cock through my
briefs.
That brought me back to reality. What kind of sick
freak was I. I had almost raped my daughter. I still wanted
to.
"Honey, stop. Susan, let go of daddy's dick. We need to
talk. You didn't do anything wrong, but I did. I'm sorry
baby. I just started thinking of you as a woman instead of
as my girl. It's been so long... it's no excuse but for a
second I thought you were your mom. I'm your dad, and I
will always love you but not like that."
My daughter did not say anything. She just tucked her
head and cried. I of course felt like a total shit. I put
my arm around her and held her in a fatherly embrace.
"You, you don't want me. I'm not big enough yet. I know
you said we would have to wait until I was 18 but I
thought, I hoped, muh, muh, maybe you had changed your
mind. I thought you wanted me I thought you loved me," she
sniffled.
"Oh Susan, of course I love you. God help me, I even
want you sexually. But it is wrong. We just made a mistake,
it's not the end of the world. Don't look so gloomy. It's
your birthday. We have lots of shopping to do. I know one
thing you need that I had not thought of -- a bra, and some
real pajamas. Now hurry up and get dressed and we'll see if
we can't burn out your old dad's credit card," I said as I
hugged her tight and kissed her on top of her head.
When we got to the lingerie section at Sears (they
still give me a discount) I asked if she wanted to go in
alone.
"No dad I don't know what size to get, and I need help
putting it on." I looked around for a female sales clerk...
but it was Sears so of course I could not find one. So we
looked at several. We finally narrowed it down to five.
"Which one do you like dad? What looks sexy to you,"
Susan asked. A woman and her daughter overheard her and
gave me a look like I was a pervert or something.
"I guess you will need some practical, boring ones; and
a few lacey frilly ones for when you want to feel pretty.
Hmm how about trying these on. Yeah... that should look
real good on you," I said as I handed her one of each along
with a matching set of panties.
We walked back to the dressing room and closed the
door. She blushed slightly as she took off her shirt, and I
looked at her tangerine sized breasts for the first time.
My god they were beautiful. Firm round, and capped with
long nipples. Susan stared at my crotch. I could not help
it, my dick started to grow. She saw that and smiled, as if
to say "so you DO think I'm pretty".
What she said though was, "Come on dad help me figure
out how to put this thing on".
It took some time and a lot of fumbling but we finally
figured it out. I was not prepared for it when Susan
dropped her jeans to the floor and quickly removed her
plain cotton shorts.
"I want to try on my new underwear too." My 12 yr old
was standing before me wearing a purple lace bra -- and
nothing else. I had a rock hard on, and she knew it. She
paraded around the small dressing room, half naked. Posing
and looking at her bra in the mirror all the while flashing
her tender young ass and sweet pussy at me. Susan lifted
and cupped each breast.
Then she asked me, "Daddy I want to make sure this bra
is not too big. Feel me. Do you think it feels right. Is it
too loose?" I pulled on the bra and put my hand inside to
make sure there was enough room between her tiny breasts
and the bra material. I remembered that Susan had long
nipples and I was concerned the bra might be uncomfortable
when she became aroused. I decided to test it by lightly
brushing her nipples through the sheer lace. My daughter
looked up at me while I did this and I could almost smell
the sex in the air. She slowly licked her lips and moved
closer to me.
"How does that feel honey. Is it too tight?"
"Mmm that feels wonderful, dad," she said as she hugged
me and nestled her crotch into my erection, "Thanks for
doing this dad. I feel like a real woman today. Mom told me
that getting my first bra would be an important day. Thanks
for making me feel so special. I guess I should try on the
panties now... do you want to um, help?" she said shyly,
hopefully.
A part of me did. A part of me wanted to see her naked
and spread and wet before me. I wanted to bend down close,
to smell her fresh young cunt while she put the new, silky
(SEXY) panties on. But I knew if I crossed this line there
would be no going back. My 12 yr old daughter was too young
to know what was happening. Her raging hormones were
corrupting her judgement. I was in a similar state -- 4
years without sex was obviously affecting my self control
too.
"No honey. I don't think that will be necessary. I'm
going to step out now." As I exited the girls' dressing
room the young, attractive sales girl stared at my still
hard cock, and said, "I hope you and your DAUGHTER found
everything you were looking for. If I can ever help you
please let me know," she said with a wink and a smug little
smirk.
I will never forget my daughter's 12th birthday.
That's when I learned that I was sexually attracted to
her, that I was sick. I made a promise to myself that I
would never act on my perverted fantasies, that I would
find an appropriate partner.
[It turned out that it would not be as easy for John as
he thought.]
I remember when my daughter turned 16.
It had been 8 years since my wife had died and I still
had not had sex. Oh I had tried but if the truth be known
my heart was not in it. I slowly came to realize that part
of the problem was the video tapes she had left. I could
see my wife, hear the woman that I loved. I could feel her
love for me even over a tape, even after 8 years. The
simple truth was I loved the palest representation of Beth
more than any of the women I dated. She had left me hours
of new conversations, with instructions on when to play
them. Instead of loving her less, as her memory faded, it
never did. I loved her more as I realized how badly she
wanted to stay with us. She had cheated death for me and my
daughter. She was still a big part of my life.
Sometimes (like today) when I felt lonely or depressed
I would sit in our room and let the sound of her voice wash
over me, relax me. "John, by now I have been dead for
several years. Susie is growing up, and I hope you are
happy. Have you found someone else? Oh who am I kidding. I
know you. I am such a hypocrite. I can just imagine if our
roles were reversed. If someone told ME to love someone
after you died. I... could not do it. Oh my love, how will
you live without me? John you are still young. I have to
pray that you are stronger than me. That you can find
someone to love. Please try. I love you forever," Beth's
image said for the 10th time as I continued rewinding and
replaying the tape.
"Never. There will never be anyone but you," I
whispered to the screen.
Susan and I had managed to regain a normal father
daughter relationship. There had been no more inappropriate
actions on my part. It had not been easy. She was an exact
clone of her mother. Tall, beautiful blonde. Funny, kind
and smart -- yep it was my Beth all over again, except it
wasn't. It was my daughter and I was determined to keep my
fucking hands off her. I still had a recurring dream in
which I made love to Susan AND Beth, but that was just a
dream.
I remember when my daughter turned 16. Her 16th
birthday birthday was spent in the emergency room. Around
8am Susan let out a terrified yell.
"Dad come quick! I found one, oh my god I found one!"
she babbled. I had just stepped out of the shower. I put a
towel on and ran into her room. Susan was standing in front
of her mirror, completely naked. She was beautiful. I had
not seen this much of her skin since she was 12. A lot had
changed. This was a woman. From her full hips, and sensual
ass, to her light patch of blonde pussy hair and full ripe
36 C (or maybe D) tits -- I drank her nakedness in. I was
instantly hard. As my gaze slowly moved over every inch of
her I finally rested on her face. She was crying. She was
scared.
"What is it baby, what's wrong," I asked.
"Daddy, I, I felt a lump. There is a lump in my breast.
Daddy you have to feel it, make sure I'm not wrong. Please
tell me I'm wrong," she said as she offered her tear
stained left tit to me for inspection.
I felt the fear hit me. I could not breathe. My hands
were trembling as I probed her breasts. Her grandmother had
died in her 30's, her mother had died in her 20's. Would my
daughter die in her teens? Could god be so cruel? Would
this mother fucker do it to me again?! I took Susan's large
firm breast and began a slow, thorough exam. I held it,
rolled it, mashed it, massaged it, and felt every inch of
it. I even took her other breast and did the same thing for
comparison. I did not want to believe it was true, but it
was.
There was a large mass in her left breast. I was so
stunned I barely noticed when my towel slipped off and fell
to the floor.
"Honey... I do feel something. Try not to panic. You
are young and healthy. I checked and I don't feel anything
else. It looks like we caught it in time. It is going to be
all right. It might even be benign. Don't worry Susie.
Daddy is here," I said as I wrapped my arms around her and
pulled her naked body into my arms for comfort.
I realized my mistake then. We were both naked, and my
8 inch hard on was pressing into her stomach. I was about
to move away but she held me tight.
"Dad I'm scared. I don't want to die. If it is
cancer... Mom warned me this might happen. She said with
our family history, I should consider mastectomy --
removing my entire breast. I'm afraid dad. I want to live
and I don't want to take any chances but... I'm afraid that
you won't find me attractive if I do that. That you won't
want me and will marry someone else," Susan said as she
held on to me desperately, afraid of what I would say.
"Susan look at me. I am your father and I will always
love you. I think you are the kindest, sweetest, most
beautiful girl in the world -- nothing will ever change
that. We both know that right or wrong I AM attracted to
you. That will not change either. I have tried to get you
out of my system for 4 years, and yet here we are, naked;
I'm hard, you're wet, and we both want to do something we
know we can't do. Let's go to the hospital, and find out
what our choices are. But either way I'll always love and
support you."
We spent most of the day in the Emergency room. With
our family history the doctors weren't taking any chances.
They wanted a specialist to look at Susan's lump but he
would not be available for a couple of days. That was the
longest weekend of our lives. Not knowing my daughter's
fate was almost impossible for us to bear. It WOULD have
been impossible if we did not have each other.
That first night Susan came in my room and crawled into
bed with me. She did not say a word. She just put her head
on my chest and snuggled up tight against me. She kept
grinding her crotch into me until I got hard. It was
blatant, intentional, deliberate grinding. Then she let out
a contented little sigh and drifted off to sleep, with my
cock pressed deep in her panties.
My 16 yr old daughter slept in my bed every night until
we got the news that her lump was benign.
I found that I had gotten used to having her nearly
naked form pressed tight and warm against me. It felt
right. I knew that I had to do something. I still wanted my
daughter sexually. The last 4 years of denial, and
avoidance had changed nothing. Since I seemed to be
incapable of dating, of finding someone else -- I decided
to encourage Susan to try. She was 16 years old, had few
friends, and had never been on a date. I broached the
subject that night as she got ready for bed.
"Susan can I come in, we need to talk?"
"Sure dad, just a minute I don't have any clothes on...
come in." I assumed she was putting something on. I entered
my daughter's room and was surprised to find her sitting on
the floor, completely nude with her legs spread wide open.
She had a fine sheen of sweat and obviously had been
working out. She was doing some stretching exercises to
avoid cramping up.
"Hey dad, what's up."
"Er, honey would you mind closing your legs... thanks.
I guess this kind of demonstrates what I wanted to talk
about. We have got to stop seeing each other in a sexual
way. I want you to try and start dating boys your own age.
Please Susan. I want you to have a normal life."
Susan had stopped stretching too soon and was having
muscle spasms in her lower back and thighs. She got up
walked over to the bed and laid down spread eagle.
"Uh, daddy since this is kind of your fault for making
me stop, would you mind giving me a nice massage to loosen
me up; while I think about your request?"
I know I should not have done it but, it was my
fault... so I got on my knees between Susan's spread legs
and began a slow deep rubdown of her entire body. I spent a
lot of time working the kinks out of her upper thigh. I
wrapped both hands around her firm muscular leg, and gently
squeezed, and spread them even farther apart. It was not
very long before her pussy started dripping on my hands. Of
course that was only fair because my dick had been leaking
through my shorts for some time, and there was a noticeable
wet spot.
"Dad you know that I love you, and want to be with you.
I plan to have you take my virginity when I turn 18. But I
have to admit I am getting pretty horny. I don't know if I
can wait another 2 years to get some kind of release. I'll
make you a deal. I will start dating. I'll really try to
meet a nice boy. But you have to help me. I have never been
on a date, or made out with a boy, or anything. You have to
teach me how. I don't want to look like a dork, and
embarrass myself.
Before I do anything with a boy I get to practice with
you. Just like I have to really try with whatever boy I
find -- YOU have to really try with me, you will be
kissing, and sucking, and feeling every inch of my body.
You will teach me how to please a man, and how to ask him
to satisfy me. Whenever we are practicing I get to sleep in
your bed. Well dad how about it? Do we have a deal?"
I had to be crazy to accept a proposition like that,
but dammit my daughter had wanted me sexually since she was
12 years old, if not longer. She was no longer a little
girl. Maybe this was the only way to dilute our attraction
for each other. At least she would be dating someone else.
As a father I had to admit it was good to know she was a
virgin. I would even know exactly where she was sexually
every step of the way -- because I would be there to guide
her, to show her the proper safe way in a controlled
environment. If she did not like a specific sex act she
would know that BEFORE she got in the back of a horny
teenager's car.
"You got a deal. I guess we'll call this your lesson in
sensual massage. Goodnight sweetheart," I said as I gave
her butt one last lingering squeeze, and got off her bed.
Her naked body was glistening with sex and sweat and I did
not trust myself to stay in her room any longer. As I was
leaving I turned to see she was right behind me. I gave her
a puzzled look.
"Come on dad. Don't tell me you forgot the rules
already. ANYTIME we practice I get to sleep in your bed.
Besides you have a lot more to show me. There is hot oil
massage, I have to learn how to GIVE a man a sexy massage,
heck you did not even do my front. I figure this will take
at least a week."
She did not put on any clothes. I followed my 16 yr old
daughter's naked ass and jiggling tits down the hallway to
my room. This might be more difficult than I thought.
The next two years were very interesting. Susan kept
her word and quickly found a boyfriend named Billy Batson.
He was a confident good looking kid. She introduced him to
John and he knew this boy would be fucking his baby soon.
It was hard to accept, and he was more than a little
jealous. Susan seemed to be rubbing his nose in it. As the
months went by she asked for more and more intimate lessons
-- so she could please Billy.
"Dad teach me how to kiss. Dad now Billy wants to
French kiss. Dad, Billy started rubbing my tits today, show
me how it should feel. Dad Billy asked if he could suck on
my breasts, I'm not sure if I should. Will you teach me
tonight? Billy wants to see me dance naked, teach me how to
strip." Billy, Billy, always fucking Billy! Every lesson
took about a week. A week of his naked daughter sleeping in
his bed. A week of him kissing, and sucking, and smelling
her sex, of feeling her juices drip, drip, drip onto his
skin and into his bed.
Then it happened.
"Dad Billy and I have been going out for over a year
now. He is starting to pressure me to, suck his dick. This
is major, dad. We are really going to have to practice this
a lot."
"I don't know Susan that's pretty dangerous. I don't
know if that's a good idea. If you start swallowing my
cock, I don't know if I will be able to stop."
"Well dad, then we have to do it. I need to know if I
do this for Billy -- is he going to rape me when I want to
stop. I'm still a virgin, dad. I care about Billy and I
might even love him. But I still want you to be my first.
If you can't control yourself after oral sex, and you love
me more than anyone, how can I trust Billy?"
I could not argue with that. A part of me still
remembers that asshole Ronald Sloptvik all those years ago
trying to rape my Beth, and all he got was a kiss and a
quick feel. Billy would be getting French kissed, by a
beautiful naked girl who would then let him suck her tits,
and would suck his cock. I did not want my daughter to get
raped. So I had her practice everything that she planned to
do on me first. For the next 2 weeks my naked daughter
slept in my bed, danced for me, and sucked me off every
night before I went to bed. Most mornings I was awakened to
the sight of her smiling face swallowing, sucking and
slurping on my dick. She would often hum a little tune and
giggle as I came down her throat. I wanted to fuck her but
I never raped her. So after 2 weeks we decided it would be
safe for Billy to get his Blow Job. She said he loved it.
That went on for a couple of months, and she did not
ask for any more lessons. I assumed that they had finally
had sex, and that my plan had worked. I was a little sad,
but I knew it was for the best. About that time a strange
thing happened. My daughter took all of her mother's tapes
out of her room, and stopped listening to them. She did not
explain it and I did not ask. My daughter seemed depressed
and had very little to say to me for a while.
Finally she snapped out of her funk and became my
loving daughter again. She seemed extra playful. Some days
she would slip into the shower with me and give me a
morning blowjob just for fun. I know it was not part of our
agreement, but I was happy to see her back to her old self
so I allowed it. It was not unusual for her to sit naked in
my lap, and play with my cock while watching TV. Susan was
a bright girl and had been accepted in many colleges across
the country. I knew she would be leaving home soon. I
figured she just wanted some good memories before she left.
She still saw Billy, and we had no more official sex
lessons.
It had been a strange childhood, I know. But my
daughter was happy, and for the most part so was I, so I
guess it all worked out.
I remember when my daughter turned 18. It was just
after midnight, and she came into my room.
"It's time dad."
"Happy Birthday sweetheart, you are a woman now, I
smiled at her in fatherly pride.
"Dad remember when I was 8, you promised I could marry
you when I was a woman. I don't want to be a virgin
anymore. Please John, you have to fuck me. Now. I love you
and only you," my little Susan said with tears in her eyes
and sex in her voice.
This was impossible, it could not be happening. But it
was. I watched as my daughter slowly removed her clothes,
got down on her knees and begged me to make love to her. I
was overcome with emotion. I made one last attempt to avoid
the inevitable.
"Honey what about you and Billy? Did you have a fight.
Is that why you are doing this?"
My daughter looked up at me, laughed and said, "Oh dad
there is no Billy and me. Billy is a gay friend, that I
brought over to the house to meet you and had pick me up
from time to time. I just used Billy to get you into bed,
to get you to teach me sex. I thought you would have given
in and fucked me a long time ago, but you never did. I
guess you needed to wait until I was an adult, that was
important to you. That's why I have not pressured you the
last few weeks. But now it's time. No more excuses. Either
you love me or you don't. Either you fuck me now, right
now; or I am going on the street and beg the first man I
see to fuck my virgin cunt."
I looked in her face and I could see the same fiery
stubbornness that her mother had. She would do it. I was
reminded of that Sadie Hawkins dance all those years ago. I
never forgave myself for not being my Beth's first (date),
for exposing her to Ronald's attempted rape. It was not
going to happen to my daughter.
"I'm sorry Beth. God help me but I love her. I need
her," John said as he pulled his 18 yr old daughter into
his arms, into his bed; and into his life.
"Oh don't worry about mom, she would approve, Susan
said in a cryptic voice as she kissed her father.
It was a long and sexy night. John had not had sex for
10 years. He was like a wild man. He had wanted his
daughter for so long, had so many fantasies about her; that
he could not wait to try them all out. Susan had never had
a dick rammed up her ass. Had never had a man lick her
pussy clean, or had him stick his tongue in her ass. She
had never had toe sucking, belly button licking, dick in
your pussy all night long sex before. John was glad he was
the one to show her. He would never forget the sight of his
daughter on all fours, holding her sweet ass apart,
spreading wide open to welcome her daddy's fat cock. Sweat,
and cum, and pussy juice and virgin blood stained his
sheets that night. She was a greedy, demanding little
nympho cum slut.
Susan scratched and licked, and fucked and sucked long
into the night. They would fuck, and then rest. One would
brush up against the other sometimes by accident, other
times on purpose, but that's all it took -- a touch, a look
-- and bang! They were at it again. Finally sometime just
before dawn; spent, satisfied and exhausted, Father and
Daughter curled up into each other and slept.
Epilogue
John soon found out just how smart his wife was, and
how much she loved him. Several months before he fucked
Susan, she took a peek at her 18th birthday message from
her mother. She played it for him the morning after they
made love for the first time. It was obvious this tape had
been made just before Beth had died. She was thin, and
sickly looking.
But her eyes blazed with fierce determination. This is
what it said:
"My dearest daughter, I love you so much. I am glad you
are a woman now. You have so many choices before you. I
wish you nothing but happiness. I hope your father is happy
too. That he has found someone else. If he has, or if you
are already in love with someone please honey stop this
tape now and destroy it... Susie I love your father so
much. I may be wrong, I may be a little egotistical; but I
don't think he can be happy without me. If you go away to
school I think it will kill him. Every mother wants her
daughter to find a man who will love her, who will cherish
her. I found that kind of man, that kind of love in your
father. I think you can too.
Honey, you take care of him already. You cook, and
clean. You share his life in so many ways. Plus you look
like me... I think you can seduce your father. I think you
can make him love you as a wife. I want you to try. He will
resist, he won't want to hurt you. He probably won't fuck
you if you are underage. But if you want a good, kind,
handsome, funny, loving man -- you don't have to look. He
is already living with you. Enjoy him with my blessings.
Make each other happy. I love you, Mom."
"She knew, dad. She wanted this for you, for both of
us. When I first listened to this tape I was mad at her. I
realized she loved you more than me. She cared about your
needs more than she did about protecting her daughter. For
a while I did not want to hear any more advice from her.
But she was right. You are my man. I love you. So dad, what
do we do now?"
John looked at his daughter tousled her hair and said,
"That's the easy part, my little Susie. That's the easy
part".
John sold his house, moved across country, and married
his daughter. No one ever knew he was her father. They had
two children; a boy and a beautiful, stubborn, blonde
little girl, named Beth. They lived happily ever after; in
a land far far away.
The End
Authors Note:
Several people have asked why my stories are always
so violent. Why women are raped, why betrayal lurks around
every corner. Well I understand that can be a little
disturbing. Sometimes it is fun to write a nice, normal
love story between consenting adults. I hope you enjoyed
it. There now I can res... Oh wait a minute, I almost
forgot. I apologize to all intelligent people out there,
but if I don't say this someone is gonna have a conniption.
Are you ready? Ok say it with me. "THIS STORY IS NOT TRUE.
IT IS MAKE BELIEVE, IT IS JUST A FUCKING STORY." I have
never wanted to fuck my 8, or 12 yr old daughters. While I
may have considered fucking my 16, and 18 yr olds please
note I NEVER HAVE!
There now I can rest easy.
Jaz1701@webtv.net