Title: Blues And Basements

File: BluesAndBasements.txt

Author: Eliston X. Gaulfre Rewdius@gmail.com

Codes: Mg

Keywords:  Cons, Rom, Pett, Pedo, Oral, Piv, Anal, 1st, Preteen, Inc,
LtDom, LtBond

Prologue:  The beginning of this story was originally created for a
three-hour timed online writing competition against a worthy
belletristic adversary.  After sitting idle in my 'working' folder for
too long I've decided to update and post it.

Summary:  My son Josh is a real chick magnet, and during his venture
into music with some of his high school buddies I was afforded some
wonderful views of sweetness by some of his lovely young fans who kept
me more interested in my basement than any of those sexy angels might
have wanted anyone to be aware of.  But it was a troubled and insecure
chubby angel living in my house who needed my attention far more than
one of Josh's daring groupies.

Copyright: 2011

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Preface:

This document contains contextual information of an adult nature.
Sensitive and/or non-adult individuals should delete this document
immediately.

If you are under 21 or you are an adult who does NOT wish to view
sexually explicit contextual material, YOU MUST LEAVE NOW!

By continuing you are stating that you are an adult and understand that
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prosecution.  You are hereby warned to conduct yourself according to
your local standards regarding the reading of adult erotic material.

The following is a literary work of adult erotic fiction and is laced
with tremendously immoral and strongly perverse sexual activities
between an adult man and underage girls, one of whom is the main
character's own daughter.  If you are the least offended by physical
contact of a sexual nature between an adult man and younger female
children, especially between a father and daughter, then delete this
file and be on your way.  There will be no pity taken on, nor comments
accepted from anyone who does not heed this warning.

None of the events described herein ever took place nor were influenced
by the descriptions or deeds by any human being.  Everything in this
fantasy was the creation of a single person's mind, where nobody was
touched, fondled, coaxed, or coerced into any sexual situation.

Enjoy this wicked reverie at your own risk, and do not be surprised if
you find yourself aroused.

Eliston X. Gaulfre
Rewdius@gmail.com

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Credits:  Yet again I owe a debt of gratitude to my editor, JD, for his
thorough review and assistance.  His observations helped to eliminate a
number of potentially confusing paragraphs and grammatical errors that I
just seem to keep making.  If it weren't for his continued efforts this
story might have suffered from a multitude of problems.  "Danke, JD."

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My son, Josh, is a real chick-magnet, more so ever since he decided to
be the guitarist in a small high school blues band.  Josh is quite the
ladies man, even at fifteen; he's tall, smart, incredibly talented, and
nothing like I was at his age.  He's also unusually confident, mature,
and always has a kind word for his friends and girlfriends, those
lovelies certain to be my undoing if I can't control my enthusiasm.  I'm
jealous of his many cheerleader and pep-squad girlfriends, and have even
ribbed him at tossing his old man an unwanted stray as payment for the
use of his new sound studio.  Those daring sweeties are absolutely the
sexiest and least-clothed young girls I might ever have the opportunity
to gawk at during the summer months.

Our basement is the frequent site of many an impromptu musical practice
session, with horrible stringed riffs, terribly amateurish tunes, and
gut-wrenching rhythmic cascades stirring a menacing grimace from me when
something doesn't go just right.  Instead of the sound of my cursing
emanating from my once proud domain as a workshop when I hit the wrong
nail now there's an almost continuous wail of thumps, squeals, and wrong
notes, my presence rarely required or invited when the guys are in there
'working'.

More often than not a few smiling young angels are in attendance when
'the band' is practicing, teenage groupies the perfect reason for me to
'accidentally' meander downstairs for a wrench or screwdriver.  There
have been a number of times where I'd make an excuse to venture down
while the guys are playing just to take a peek at any nubile beauties in
the audience.  Whether they knew it or not a number of Josh's lady
friends were far too willing to show off a newly acquired pair of tiny
panties as they chat with their friends and give the boys something to
ponder while the guys are attempting to stay focused on music.  If it
were me I'd forget the music and concentrate on one or two of those
lovely patches of Heaven, but that's what makes him popular and me old
and horny.

My preteen daughter, Megan, likes to hang around if she can when Josh's
buddies are there, but most times she's shooed off by her big brother.
I feel sorry for her, since I think she's just as pretty as the older
girls Josh and his crew invite into their borrowed domain, but then I'm
her daddy, and I'm a little biased in that regard.  The fact that my
little girl is three to five years younger than most of the other teens
makes her a 'child' where they're concerned, and her chubby appearance
makes her look 'fat' to her contemporaries while it makes her look
darling, 'classic', and healthy to me.

I've wanted to encourage Josh to include her in a few of his activities
like possibly adding her to the band as a cute tambourine player or
maybe just eye-candy if she'd be willing to drop some hot moves on stage
while wearing shorties under an incredibly brief miniskirt ... as long
as moves are the *only* things she drops.  But the way some of his
friends take not-so-subtle looks at my little baby I'm less likely to
encourage them to stare at her as much as I gawk at Josh's girlfriends.

There's also nothing like having a little sister hanging around with an
up-and-coming musician to ruin his 'standing' with his many current and
future lovely girlfriends.  I'm sure he doesn't want her spying on those
hotties' willingness to shoot the band 'the beaver' at the appropriate
moment, just for inspiration, you see.  In a way I'm glad my little girl
isn't around to see her Daddy trying to take lots of lurid peeks at all
those young girls a few years older than she is.  I've always been fair
and decent with my Megan, and I've tried to resist using her for my
mental sexual fantasies when I lust over some other wicked and barely
clothed slightly older teen.  I might want to and would eagerly welcome
her arms, hands, lips, mouth, and chubby body for hours of my own
sexually perverse personal needs, but my little girl has never shown
that kind of interest in her daddy, and fathers land in jail for forcing
their own female offspring into incestuous relationships.

Yeah ... I'm a hypocrite for lusting after another man's daughter while
I try to protect my own, but I think that's normal, otherwise I'd be
trying to work my way into Megan's panties instead of my eyes into so
many of those slightly older girls' tiny patches of stitched thread
between their luscious thighs.

Being an electrical engineer and amateur audio enthusiast my time in the
band's new musical domain was quickly accepted and even welcomed so
their 'sound' could be improved.  What had been my desire to steal a
wayward glance at some bare thighs or some pantied sweetness was slowly
twisted into my working for my son as their audio and recording
engineer.  Mixing their music and cramming it onto an old digital
recorder that he found second-hand was the perfect excuse for me to ogle
many a young teen while the girls hung out during the guys' jam sessions
in the basement.

For me to be manipulating the controls of the sound deck and holding one
or both halves of a head-set to my ears while staring out into the small
gathering of sexy little angels might have hid a little of my lust, and
strangely none of the girls seemed to mind my looking because I'd become
a member of 'the band'.  Before I'd taken my place alongside or slightly
behind my son as he worked the business end of his guitar with excited
enthusiasm I was nothing more than his perv-o father who got plenty of
harsh looks when I took a wayward peek between a few tender thighs.
After I'd been asked to help 'the band' with their sound requirements
and was an active participant in their success I was granted just as
many long hard stares at more than one pair of tiny panties than I could
have hoped for.  It made me wonder if any guy would be allowed to stare
with mindless lust between so many smooth tight thighs into tiny patches
of pantied Heaven if a musical instrument was involved.

There was one little angel, the younger sister of Josh's primary
squeeze, who made it a point to offer me lots of views of her charms and
my short-term goal into Heaven when she was in the audience and facing
me.  We might have exchanged a few nervous glances and a wayward smile
or timid grin, but I never had any real opportunities to venture any
further into her delicate domain than with my eyes.  I'd said 'hi' to
her a couple of times and even got a giggling blush when I complimented
her on a nice new outfit, but I never tried to do any more than be
polite and lust after her when she was in the audience.

I accepted my role as Josh's 'employee' far quicker than he might have
imagined, and I was eager to foster his willingness to grant a quick and
fairly benign opportunity for me to steal a number of lusting stares at
his girls by Dear Old Dad.  Each time I'd venture downstairs I found my
desire to remain a little longer openly encouraged, to the point that I
was almost a permanent fixture in their routine after my workday was
over, even though I never held an actual instrument in my hands.

Summer was quickly ruined by school, and like all good things their long
practice efforts were shortened to after-school jam sessions.  The guys
got together three times during school weeks and played and practiced
almost all day Saturday and Sunday.  They actually got pretty darned
good for a bunch of feeble-minded teens.  The breathing room decorations
who frequently showed up just to watch didn't hurt the ambiance either.

It took me a while, but I eventually became accustomed to seeing a whole
gaggle of lovely teens in my house going from the front door straight to
the 'The Tomb' as 'the band' started to call it.  The place was even
decorated to look like a mausoleum or catacomb by the time Halloween
rolled around.  Once they'd had their fun and the seasonal party was
over they just left the ornamentation up and the name stuck.  I could
almost envision John, Paul, George, and Ringo ambling through the
doorway, and I wouldn't have been surprised if a music critic might have
wandered in and asked to study the band's activities.

The weeks passed fairly quickly and all too soon it was getting cold
outside, lots of bare thighs and short skirts replaced by jeans or thick
stockings.  I still did my best to imagine what was being hidden beyond
tightly restrained clothing, and once my time in my son's domain was at
an end I'd sulk away to my quiet bathroom for a few minutes of mental
adventures of the most lewd and perverted kind.  I always wondered while
the girls were sitting in various places around the room if they ever
suspected me of masturbating to mental images of them doing all sorts of
wicked things with me after the guys left.

During a fairly typical early winter Saturday afternoon I was busying
myself with the next weekend's music preparations because Josh had gone
out of town with his mother and little sister.  Since I couldn't stare
up any skirts or imagine what tiny teen breasts looked like in my hands
I tried to do 'my job' as their sound engineer and mix a couple of tapes
for them to practice to.  About the only smart thing I did was leave the
volume control low enough so I could hear my cell phone if it rang.

When someone rang the front door bell I had a fleeting sense of lust
wash through me as if someone might want to come see me instead of Josh,
but that was a stupid thought and I shook my head as I walked to the
entrance foyer.  The moment I opened the door I knew I was once again in
lust.

On my front stoop was one of the cutest teenage beauties huddling
against the frigid air in her thin top, her hair whipping around her
lovely face as the sharp cold pierced anything she might have worn to
protect herself and an obvious shiver making her look more than a little
uncomfortable.  I'd seen Kally lots of times, the younger sister of my
son's primary squeeze, Becca.  The same generous young vixen who'd
allowed me to take lots of peeks up her short summer dresses and stare
at her panties in my basement was on my front stoop, and it was a nice
surprise.  But strangely, even though she'd been in my home possibly
dozens of times, I still hadn't spoken privately to her more than twice.

"Hi, Kally.  What can I do for you?"

The moment the words spilled out of my mouth the expression on her face
told me she knew something was amiss.

"Hi Mr. Franks.  Aren't the guys gonna be practicing today?"

"Uh, no Honey.  Two of the band members, Kyle the bassist, and Jeremy
the drummer, have both been sick for a few days, and my son is out of
town with his mom and little sister.  They won't be back until late
Sunday night.  Didn't you know they weren't practicing today?"

She was barely able to whimper an answer, a combination of the cold and
the news most likely affecting how comfortable she was feeling at that
moment.

"No.  I guess I should have called, huh?"

Her expression told me everything I didn't need to know.  She had a look
of panic in her eyes as if she might be afraid for her own life.  Being
the ever responsible father of two children I had to make that nervous
child less so.

"What's wrong, Kally?"

She lowered her face slightly, snugged her arms around her chest a bit,
shivered, and then meekly answered.

"Well ... my mom dropped me off and she's not supposed to be back until
after six.  Since we live at the opposite end of the neighborhood ... "

"Where's your sister, Becca?"

"I don't know.  I thought she was gonna be here, so I had my mom drop me
off after I went to the movies with two of my friends.  Isn't there
anyone else here?"

"No, Honey.  Just me."

She shuddered and then looked up into my eyes as if to beg for mercy.
If she'd known I was a closet 'Little Girl Lover' she might have reason
to be apprehensive, but with a strong desire to keep my ass out of jail
there was no way I'd be foolish enough to partake with any of my son's
young friends.  I'd fantasize about and masturbate to mental images of
them, but I knew to keep my hands away from anything illegal.

After no more than a few fractions of a second I had the perfect
solution for her and let her in on my plans.

"I tell you what.  Why don't you come on in, get warm, and I'll call
your mom to come get you, or I can drive you home myself if you'd like."

She stepped through the door between my body and the door frame as if
someone was behind her with a sharp knife, shivered once again, and then
stood in the foyer with an expression that made her look like a young
deer in headlights.  She had something in her head, and if I waited long
enough and prodded correctly she might be willing to tell me what she
was thinking.  I didn't have to wait very long.

"Can I just wait for a little bit and see if anyone else shows up?"

My body was instantly filled with electricity.  Could she have seen
something in me that sparked her curiosity?  She had to know nobody was
going to be down inside 'The Tomb' or her sister and more of her friends
would have been there already.  Was her trip to my house to see 'the
band' just a rouse to be close to a man who'd often been seen stealing
lots of looks at the many young teens hanging out in his basement and
especially between her full thighs into that patch of pantied beauty
that I'd dreamed about for months?  Could her explanation of being
dropped off by her mom be nothing more than an excuse to spend time
alone with me?

Nah!  What could a lovely teen see in an old fart like me, anyway?

In spite of my maturity I still had a strong need to relive my youth,
either vicariously through my son's musical skills, or one of his many
sexy young fans' beauty.  Even with my heart beating a little faster and
my cock getting firm inside my jeans I knew to be a father first and
offer the lovely young thing a way out of an uncomfortable situation.  I
would have expected no less for a father of one of Megan's friends to
treat my baby with the same level of respect.

"Well, if you'd like to ... but I'm not expecting anyone to come over
this afternoon, Kally.  I don't mind driving you home if you want me to.
It really isn't any trouble, Sweetie."

She might have noticed how hard I was trying to be considerate and make
her feel better, and her quick response to not be a bother seemed to
confirm that she had plans that were yet to be disclosed.

"I'd hate to put you out, Mr. Franks.  What were you doing before I
rang the doorbell?"

"I was working on some of the recordings that the guys are using as
background music."

"Can I come listen to some of their music while I'm waiting?  It would
be cool to see how you've made them sound better because of all your
hard work.  I can tell you've helped them quite a bit, and I'm sure
you're really good at what you do."

The little thing had complimented me, and I couldn't be absolutely sure,
but I got the impression that she was teasing or flirting with me.

My testosterone had a stronger effect on my vocal chords than my
intelligence.

"SURE!  Come on down and see what I've been able to put together for
them."

In two minutes I had her stationed in my swivel chair in front of the
audio deck, was standing right behind her, and was helping her move the
volume controls around on the mixer board so she could see what I'd been
doing for the last couple of hours.  I intentionally pressed my body
against hers each time I reached for one of the selector knobs in front
of her, but strangely, she never seemed offended.  I took it as her way
of being nice to an older guy, consenting to 'pity pats' as my wife
called them, a wayward caress or a mindless touch permitted by a young
girl who granted an older fellow a brief memory of his youth.

During one of my movements forward I noticed Kally intentionally leaning
into me and her head turned slightly toward my face as I drew close
enough.  The instant I felt her veer toward me and heard her sniff just
enough for her action to be beyond taking a breath I assumed she must
have liked the smell of my cologne.  I let it go but had a strong desire
to act like a teenager myself.  As a childish antic I reached between
her arm and body toward the mixer board and openly encouraged her to act
silly by tickling her ribs.  Instead of being horrified at my bold move,
she squealed and giggled, but never prevented me from touching her.  I'd
tickled Megan ever since she was a baby, and to wiggle my digits on a
young girl's body along her ribs wasn't that bizarre nor unwelcome.

What started as a few childish tickles slowly turned into my hand
cupping her soft waist, Kally aware of my presence, the location of my
hand, and the amount of heat that was building in the area immediately
around us.  The next time I leaned slightly over her shoulder to make a
minor adjustment to some aspect of the sound in her headphones and the
studio speakers, she again turned her head.  But instead of just taking
a little sniff of my aftershave, she leaned in and kissed my cheek.

I immediately drew just far enough away to look directly into her gaze
and saw my life pass before my eyes.  She was looking right into my
soul, her stare melting away any sense of decency in my body.  Before I
knew what I was doing our lips were pressed together in a very gentle
but fairly determined kiss, and my young guest was munching on my mouth
and exploring my teeth with her tongue.

All of my maturity was gone in an instant, my free hand slowly applied
to one of her small breasts from around her body, my fingers and thumb
softly stirring her small nipple to hardness, and our enthusiasm for
near unbridled erotic affection coaxed from mere nothingness fractions
of a second before.

Kally kissed me more like an adult woman than any child I could have
imagined.  It was apparent she'd been practicing, because she held
nothing back as we exchanged lingual and labial appreciation for each
other as if we'd been going steady for months.  In spite of my own
intellect I was openly kissing and fondling an underage child who could
get me twenty-to-life.

From somewhere in another universe my hand received instructions to tug
her blouse out of her jeans so it could sample directly from her body
heat, my fingers teased under the thin top and then over her small bra
in seconds.  The smooth feel of her featureless undergarment was
punctuated by a single firm nubbin that poked forward in the middle of a
lovely plump handful, the heat from our temporary union enough to make
my palm sweat.  It wasn't more than ten seconds before I shifted my
appendage toward the middle of her restrictive clothes and unfastened
the single clasp, a quiet click confirmation that I'd accomplished my
goal.

Her small breast felt so comfortable inside my hand, small enough to
completely encompass, large enough to mush around and enjoy, firm enough
to remain pointed into my palm while I played, and soft enough to
conform to any pressure I invoked.  Kally seemed perfectly content to
let me play as we kept kissing, her tiny titty tolerating and even
anxious for my touch, and her body pushing forward when I thought it
wise for me to stop.  What I'd expected was quite enough for a young
girl was actually just her warming up to a mature lover's need to
explore her body that much more.

But what I hadn't expected was to feel a small hand slip between my
thighs and travel upward, gently applying pressure against a throbbing
menace that was just as anxious to be set free as her small mounds had
been.  Kally seemed just as hungry for sexual intrigue and dangerous
liaisons as I was, her hand shaking out of fear, but no less desirous of
the feel of warm male flesh as mine was tender underage female skin.

The instant she turned in place on my swivel chair and began to use two
hands to undo my belt, I knew I was going to regret everything I'd ever
wanted in my most lurid fantasy, but I never stopped her.  To make
matters worse, I encouraged her to slip her top and bra off, my
half-nude teen guest smart enough to set my expensive headphones down
rather than drop them like I might have done under the circumstances.

We'd been listening to some pretty decent teenage blues for a few
minutes, but as she fumbled with my slacks and zipper the music was no
longer important, and before either of us realized it the tape ended and
the player stopped.  The only sounds bouncing around in my basement
studio were clothes being undone, our breathing, and her high-pitched
and subdued whimpers as I flicked and rolled her small nipples around.
The moment I leaned forward and encircled one erect nipple with my lips
her quiet whimpers turned into low moans.

"Oh, Mr. Franks!  That feels so good!"

"Sshhhhhh!!!"

As I feasted on her developing titties she fumbled inside my clothes
until she got what she was craving and I was unbelievably anxious for.
Her small trembling fingers seemed so out of proportion around my penis,
a slow but determined exploration of my manhood conducted by a little
girl who might have never felt anything quite as hot and hard as my
erection.

One of my hands was inside her jeans and panties before she knew why she
was panting and groaning, a slow-building orgasm about to burst forth
from my lovely and almost bald-pussy partner.  I'd always been hungry
for the developing allure of a young girl's hairless labia majora and
tender clitoris, so clean, smooth, and fresh.  Sure, I'd provided
hundreds if not thousands of orgasms to my wife, but with age comes new
desires and less sexual enthusiasm for most women, my lovely bride like
so many of her older friends who were less interested in sexual pleasure
and more satisfied with material solace.

But Kally was new and hungry, her legs parting with the least
insinuation, her hips pushing hard into my explorations, and her tender
insides aching for a mature man's gentle and determined touch.  She had
no idea that I could completely alter her sense of awareness as I gave
her one and then a second lovely orgasm.  All she could do after her
last one was to slowly tug on my manhood as if to direct me to some
unknown or unseen adventure.

It took her a few moments to break the seal of my mouth to her small
teen breast and nipple, but once I was upright my reward was the
sensation of her lips around my cock head.  Moments later instead of
wiggling around and bathing the inside of my mouth her hot wet tongue
was dancing around my glans, teasing at the tight slit at the tip of my
penis, and then her bee-stung crimson lips slowly engulfed me until
nothing more would fit into her mouth.  There was nothing of her youth
or innocence evident after that, a building movement of her head back
and forth like a well pump-jack that had whole gallons of fluid to
remove.

Kally was so determined that even when I held her head in my hands to
slow her down she kept up her anxious movements until I felt that
long-forgotten sensation of an orgasm building from a skilled
fellatrice.  It wasn't her moaning that got my attention but mine as my
voice ventured some semblance of control.

"Kah-Kah-KALLY!  Slow down, Angel, please!"

"Mmmuh-mmmuh-mmmuh!"

Before I could wrench her mouth off my manhood I felt the tingle that
spelled my doom from deep within my body, my heart racing, my breath
ragged, and my head pounding.  Nothing was going to break the bond
between her mouth and my cock, and I had to force my eyes open to
witness the sight of a young teen giving me one *very* sweet blow job.

The moment of my glory approached all too quickly, nothing of my adult
control evident as I held her face in my hands and fucked her mouth as
if she were a common whore.  I tried to clamp down and hold off, but the
delicate tingle turned into a raging torrent as my testicles began to
erupt involuntarily.

For her youth Kally was far more tolerant and forgiving than my wife,
her mouth containing the mass of hot salty goo as I stabbed between her
lips over and over.  I actually heard myself groaning as I unloaded onto
her precious tongue, my seed spilling out and nothing in the world able
to stop it.

But what astounded me more than her willingness to permit such a wicked
activity was her swallowing every portion of my offering without so much
as a glance toward my eyes.  It was as if it was expected of her to take
my sperm and anxiously work me over for more.

She did just that before I had a chance to thank her for making my year.
I could only imagine what Josh's girlfriends offered him.

Since I'd been a young teen and learned all about my body as my hormones
raged within I knew I wasn't going to be able to do or think of anything
right after having had an orgasm.  Kally proved me wrong that day.

After she sucked and licked me clean, she pushed me away, rose from her
seated position, stepped out of her jeans and panties, helped me finish
undressing, and then pushed me backward to the floor.  As impossible as
it seemed a young girl was about to fuck me in my own basement.  Even
more strangely, I was helping her.

The look of her smooth and nearly-hairless Mons Veneris approaching my
body and toward my cock kept me hard like never before.  I watched in
absolute lust and horror as her small hands wordlessly directed the firm
extension of my gender into the supple and slick wet heat of her bright
pink and very young femininity, the moment of our joining a celebration
like none before in my life.  Sure, I'd had sex for years, but my
awareness of this immoral union captivated me and burned deep into my
soul, my mind able to comprehend the soft tenderness of her baby-like
flesh as my glans slowly pierced what I was hoping was her innocence.

Any preconceived notion of her virginity being a painful and emotionally
draining event was unfounded, because the moment my glans slipped past
the entrance to her snug developing womanhood I could tell Kally had
been 'taken' by someone before me.  Rather than feel slighted I was
elated, because we could then concern ourselves with pleasure rather
than an hour or two of long and frightened explanations.

What had been under my control all my life was now in a teenager's
vagina, her hips undulating up and down as she sat on my body, and her
voice calling out as she moaned louder and more wickedly.

"Miss-Miss-Mister Franks!  Ohhh, GAHHHDDD!!!"

Moments later my young partner was practically flailing over my hips,
her involuntary movements evident of a young woman at her prime as she
fucked me with the determination of a young bride on her wedding night.
Her appearance was as a child romping on a new piece of playground
equipment and unsure where to move or how to push to keep herself
upright, but her mannerisms were as a woman in the throws of a
hedonistic adventure in lurid and consented intercourse.

I gave her every measure of my experience and maturity, one set of
fingers dancing on her nipples and breasts, and my other thumb assuming
dominance over her engorged and highly sensitive clitoris.  I can't
claim any knowledge of how many orgasms she might have had, but as my
next one approached I was certain Kally was embroiled in her third or
possibly fourth vaginal cum.

Moments after I lifted her toward the highly decorated ceiling of my
blues basement while my body arched and lunged upward she squealed,
plunged down hard, and rocked her hips into me as if she was trying to
put a fire out that had sparked between us.  She ground her vulva down
onto me and made her labia take on such wicked orientations that I
actually felt as if I might have been hurting her.  But when I saw her
leer down at me with a half smile and one of her quivering lips was
tucked between her teeth I knew she must have been enjoying herself a
little bit.

After she collapsed forward onto my chest I knew she was out cold.  All
I could do for ten minutes was hold her tight to me, revel in the feel
of her tight vagina as her internal muscles convulsed and quivered, and
keep fucking her with long, slow, and very determined strokes.  In all
the best fantasies I'd had of Josh's sexy fans that one moment of carnal
need with a young teen girl bested any mental image of the hottest young
slut I'd ever dreamed up.

Oh, how soft her light pink and completely unblemished body felt in both
of my hands, her smooth back, pert young ass, full dancer's legs, and
both of her 'A'-cup titties.  Even as I was pushing up into her vagina
as she lie unconscious over me I couldn't help but extend my touches and
caresses to every portion of her body I had access to.  I even teased at
her pink pucker behind, and kissed her bee-stung lips, nothing of her
body safe from my wants and needs while she was naked and lying over me.

Thirty minutes later I was bathing with her in my huge garden bathtub,
touching her, playing with her nubile body, fondling anything that I
could, and already sorry that it might be over.  I held nothing back as
I washed her from neck to toes, her hair protected in a flexible bath
cap to keep her from having to dry it, her body positioned in plenty of
lewd manners, her small breasts so lovely and pliable, and her plump
pudendum so soft.  I knew it was wrong to have sex with her when she
didn't have the mental faculties to refuse, but I knew I was only going
to have one adventure in fantasy-land, so I repeatedly fucked her while
pretending to lave her body clean.

She awoke with me lying next to her on my bed, our clothes reinstalled,
my hands no longer on her body, and my heart aching for yet another
round with my fresh and provocative playmate.  I might have suspected
she'd be horrified at my taking her to my bedroom, but after fucking me
like a little whore on the floor of my basement at least her new place
of rest was more comfortable.

Kally kept looking back and forth between my mouth and my eyes, a sense
of panic setting in me for a few moments because of her silence and the
possibility that she'd finally become aware of what she'd done.  But
rather than scream 'rape' and try to run out of my house as fast as she
could she lifted her left hand, caressed the right side of my face, and
then smiled at me just before she whispered.

"Mr. Franks?"

"Yes, Kally?"

"Will you be my secret boyfriend from now on?"

All I could do was smile, lean forward over her body, and kiss her.

Within ten minutes we were both naked again, between the sheets, and she
was pulling me down hard onto her nubile body.  She grunted and moaned
with her hands pulling my face tight to hers for another lurid kiss, her
thighs around my hips, her calves tight to my ass, and her ankles locked
together so she could keep a firm grip of me.  We were quite the immoral
couple, and I loved stroking that lovely young teen with my aching cock.

Guilt has a way of making a person's senses play games with their mind,
because while I was fucking Kally over and over in my own bed, the same
bed I slept in next to my stodgy wife, I thought I heard a noise behind
me in my bedroom doorway.  By the time I turned around and looked there
was no evidence of anything out of place, the door still open as it had
been after I'd stripped Kally naked and began to have sex with her for
the third time that day.  It left me feeling uneasy, but Kally moaning
and pulling me back down onto her so we could go for another shared
hormonal adventure stole whatever guilt I might have had.

We didn't climb out of bed until five that evening.  For her to ask me
her next question took more than my breath away.

"Mr. Franks?"

"You can call me Steven, Angel."

"Tee-hee!  Kay!  Uhhh ... Steven?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Can I spend the night with you ... since your family isn't gonna be
back tonight?"

I don't know how we did it, but I eventually took Kally home the next
morning around ten thirty after a long sleepless night of continuous sex
in plenty of delicious positions, and a digital camera full of images
that I'd have to encrypt just to keep my ass out of jail.  My young
lover was far too willing and permissive that previous night, and for
every wanton desire I had she proved her mind was filled with ten more.

For Kally to whisper something to me before she climbed out of my car
while she gripped my cock through my jeans almost made my heart stop.
For me to have my right hand between her supple thighs and stroking the
crotch of her jeans as if I wanted to encourage her out of them might
not have been the best idea with cars driving by, but she kept pushing
into my hand, allowed her thighs to remain apart, and never once told me
my horny antics were inappropriate.

"Steven ... you never said if you'd be my secret boyfriend.  Will you,
please?  I promise I won't screw around on you."

For me to pull her face into mine for a long kiss out in public was the
craziest thing I could have done, but I wasn't about to miss out on my
only chance at one last fling before I died ... and that was likely
within twenty four hours after someone found out what I'd done to the
underage beauty.  By the time she climbed out of my car I'd promised to
be her secret boyfriend and give her plenty of attention.  She almost
pulled her jeans and panties down and coaxed me into the back seat, her
need for yet more orgasms something that I was anxious to provide.

For us to meet in secret during the latter half of the school year was
an impossible fantasy that I couldn't have dreamed up.  Each time we had
a chance to be together, even for a few minutes, Kally would rape me,
and I'd let her.  About the only thing that kept me from going to jail
that year was her being on the pill, even at her age.

My luck began to change halfway through that next summer.  The guys had
a falling out, 'the band' broke up, and my basement was left unvisited
for quite a while.  It wasn't easy to coax Kally into my house without
the benefit of my son's musical group, but I was able to get her there a
couple of times.  Each adventure inside her clothes, her mouth, and her
tight teen pussy was like the first one, and I afforded her as much
pleasure with my tongue almost permanently attached to her clitoris as I
could so she'd always be happy.

One of the things I hadn't noticed quickly enough was how my own little
girl, Megan, began to change, and how the slightly chubby little girl
who'd always looked cute had become a plump twelve year old who seemed
to always wear baggy clothes.  I never said anything directly to her
about her appearance, but I'm sure her friends and schoolmates must have
noticed, because my little girl didn't smile quite as often as she had
only one summer before.  Since I had a perverted mission to accomplish I
foolishly ignored plenty of chances to see what might be bothering my
daughter, and her attitude seemed to reflect my lack of paternal
interest.  Even my wife complained that I was spending too much time in
my private basement gym rather than trying to take my daughter out to
show her a good time.

With Kally my primary focus and sex something that had become a favored
pastime once again I paid more attention to my health, physique, and
appearance than that of my own daughter.  It wasn't obvious at the time,
but I was taking a risk and gambling with something that might come back
to haunt me, primarily because even my wife realized I was starting to
look a lot better.

One corner of my basement became my workout area, and rather than sit in
front of the TV with a beer in one hand most of my evenings were spent
trying to regain a sense of my lost good looks.  It might have affected
Megan a lot more than I realized, but she never interrupted my time in
my tiny gym.  By the end of that summer I was looking buffed, I'd lost
about fifteen pounds, and my clothes fit a lot better than they had in a
*very* long time.  To be ogled while working outside in the yard by a
few of my female neighbors during the last few weeks before it got cold
made my head bigger, but with a young teen girl as my primary focus I
never strayed from my young lover, in spite of my cheating on my wife.

But like all good things Kally eventually tired of me because we
couldn't go out on dates and I couldn't openly buy her things that many
of the other girls were receiving as rewards from their boyfriends for
being 'generous'.  For me to find a note tucked under one windshield
wiper of my car one morning after school had started wasn't necessarily
a surprise, but what was written inside that folded piece of paper was.

[Steven,

Please don't be mad, but I've found a new boyfriend.  He's still in high
school, has a car, and says he loves me, so I'm gonna have to tell you
goodbye.  You taught me a whole bunch, and it was the best time in my
whole life, but you're still married, and I need a real boyfriend.

I'll always remember you as my first and best lover, and we can still be
friends when we see each other and stuff.  Thanks for being there for me
when I needed a new boyfriend and my first experiences in sex.

Kally]

I was hurt, embarrassed, humiliated, and in shock.  I'd been jilted by a
lovely teen girl, and for some strange reason I wanted to run straight
to my wife and cry on her shoulder.  Thankfully I got over that stupid
idea faster than it took to come up with it.

The fact that Kally admitted I was her 'first' lover took me by
surprise.  By the ease with which she took me the first time I was
almost sure she'd been in another guy's bed, possibly an older man's,
once or a dozen times.  But for her to afford me the status as her
original sex partner both shocked and made me feel proud.  My lovely
little teen playmate might have been sexually inexperienced, but she had
the drive to take every inch and firm girth of my cock without so much
as a whimper the first time.  I began to suspect she'd been borrowing
her mom's or an older girlfriend's dildo.  It might have seemed strange
for me to drive to work that morning wearing a stupid smile, but the
rest of my day seemed to be a mixture of memories of how I'd fucked that
darling little angel and how much I already missed what we'd done.

For about three weeks I moped around the basement trying to reform my
life anew and reclaim the area in the workshop that had originally been
mine but had been converted to a music studio.  My wife might have
noticed I had something on my mind, but she was being the typical self
centered spouse I'd grown to appreciate and ignore, and she seemed to
only be interested in what was on my honey-do list.

When Megan came downstairs for something while I was sitting facing one
wall away from the stairs I didn't notice her until she touched me on
the arm.  I almost jumped out of my clothes.

"Megan!  You scared me, Kitten!"

"Sorry, Daddy."

Her expression went from slight concern from my being shocked to one
that indicated she must have been upset about something.  I knew what to
do in an instant.

"Okay.  I've seen that look before.  Come on, Kitten.  Tell Daddy."

Fractions of a second later she burst into tears, lunged forward, and
wrapped her arms around my body.  In a matter of a few moments she acted
as if she wanted to be held like a baby, so I picked her up, carried her
to the couch that had been left behind from the boys' music days, and
then settled down with my little girl on my lap.  Megan kept her face
tucked under my chin, had her arms wrapped around my neck, and was
stuttering to a very animated cry.

I felt bad because something or someone had hurt her, but I also knew I
could make it better somehow, 'cause that's just what daddies do.  After
she'd cried out the worst of her anguish and with my hands caressing her
back and along the outside of her bare and full left thigh I nuzzled my
mouth into her hair, kissed my little girl's head a few times, gave her
a few tight hugs, and then whispered.

"Tell Daddy what's wrong, Baby.  If I can't fix it, then at least I can
help you try to laugh about it."

"I hate my body, Daddy!  I'm fat!"

After all the time I'd spent working out by myself I felt ashamed,
because I could have been helping my own daughter keep her cute girlish
figure at the same time and prevent the tears and anguish she must have
been filled with for quite a while.  Of all the things for me to do to
improve my odds with some underage baby I'd overlooked one of the basic
responsibilities for a daddy, and that's to take care of his children
first.

The speech wasn't practiced, but my uttering something akin to being
intelligent had to make me sound unbiased.

"You're not fat, Megan.  You're just a tiny bit chubby, and there's
nothing wrong with that."

That only restarted her cries, made them a little stronger, and proved
that being a father didn't come with a training manual or an answer book
for every situation.

I pulled her into my chest a little harder, kissed her forehead and nose
a few times, and then whispered words into her hair that might have made
me sound like an idiot, but at least I was being an honest idiot.

"Baby ... what you don't realize is just how incredibly beautiful you
are just like this.  I never told you before, because daddies aren't
supposed to be lusting after their own little girls, but I think you're
one of the hottest little babies in town.  Just don't tell your mom
'cause she'll call the cops and they'll come cut my winky off."

"Tee-hee."

For her to provide me with a brief giggle in the middle of her tears
made her sound cute, a little mad at me, and stirred her left hand to
smack me along the outside of my right shoulder.  She most likely didn't
like my trying to ruin a good cry by giggling at my lousy humor, but I
needed to change her mood as quickly as I could, and I'd use any tool in
my large arsenal to see her smile and make her happy.

Her cries slowed down, her demeanor changed enough toward a normal one
that would mean we could talk like intelligent adults, and she gave me
another hug that proved she'd heard me ... and possibly liked what I'd
whispered into her hair.  That was my chance to get to know my little
girl all over again.

"Look, Megan ... our DNA does more than determine what color eyes and
hair we each have, or how tall we are, or what size shoes we wear.  One
of the things that's sometimes out of our control is what our bodies
look like.  We can do stuff to try to change that with lots of hard work
and plenty of sweat, but it's not quick nor is it easy."

While pressing her forehead into my neck and toying with the fabric of
my t-shirt near my right shoulder she practically whimpered her
response.

"Is that why you've been down here working out so much, Daddy ... to
try to change how your body looks?"

"Yes it is, Kitten.  Your daddy wasn't exactly in his best shape these
last few years, and something told me it was time I did something about
it, so I've been pumping some iron and doing some exercises to get rid
of some of my spare tire and tightening up my old flabby body."

"But you're not fat, Daddy."

"Hah!  You're too kind, Little One.  Your poor old daddy has been a bit
soft around the middle for a long time."

"But ... not any more.  You're looking pretty buff, Daddy."

"Ohhh, really!  So you've noticed I've been putting in some effort, huh,
you little perv?"

She popped me on the arm again, rubbed where she hit me to most likely
allay the sting, and then nuzzled her face into my chest.

"I like the way you look, Daddy."

She was pulled into my body again, I kissed her on the forehead, and
then I whispered words of appreciation.

"Thank you, Kitten.  I'm pleased you've noticed, and it makes me proud
of myself for my little girl to be willing to say something like that
about her own perv-o daddy."

My admission of being a pervert might have slipped out before I could
curtail it, but the comment wasn't picked up by my daughter.  Megan
remained quiet for a while, and that was my cue to return the
conversation to what had originally troubled her.

"Do you really believe you're overweight, Kitten?"

When she nodded into my body I could tell she wasn't just trying to work
her old man over for a new cell phone or MP3 player.  I also had a way
to help her and keep me focused on the most important young woman in my
life.

"Then why don't you become my gym partner so we can get all buffed
together?  After we're in better shape you can help me pick up some hot
babies to molest, and I can make sure all the boys in town are lusting
after my little girl.  They won't get to *touch* her or I'll break them
into tiny pieces, but at least they can stare at her and wish for long
nights when I was busy chasing some little hottie around her preschool."

"Tee-Hee-Hee-Hee!"

She giggled far longer than she had in quite a while, and rather than
hit me she started to wiggle her left index finger between my right arm
and my chest.  I hadn't anticipated I'd encourage her to tickle me, but
since I'd started our most recent game I figured I'd better just go
along with it.

"HEY!!!"

For almost a minute she had me at a disadvantage, because she was so
close to me and had her small digits in the perfect place.  I laughed
and squirmed around on the couch with her on my lap, and it appeared she
liked using her slightly increased weight to keep me from trying to get
away, because she kept trying harder and harder to turn me into a mass
of writhing muscles and pitiful requests for her to quit.

That's when I remembered my best defense was a strong offense, so I
slipped my right hand along the left side of her ribs and tickled her
with more enthusiasm than I had in a long time.  It didn't take long
before she was squealing and laughing louder than I'd been and she was
twitching and twisting around on my lap as if she'd sat down on a live
electric wire.

Her animated movements and joyous vocal exclamations fueled my ambitions
to see her in a far different mood than she'd been in for quite a while,
so with tickled ribs goes a nibbled tummy.  Using my left hand I was
able to capture her right wrist, my right found her left, I wrenched her
appendages over her head, held both of them out of the way with a firm
grip of my left thumb and fingers, and then used my freed right hand to
tug her loose fitting sweatshirt up her body just enough for me to see
her pooching little belly.  In spite of her concerns of being overweight
I saw her as voluptuous and 'classically beautiful'.

Before she had a chance to react to what I was about to do I shifted
around under her just enough to bend forward and place my mouth onto her
soft silken tummy.  The moment I began to nibble her belly with my mouth
and nuzzle her body with my face she began to exclaim her surprise at a
volume level and pitch far beyond anything she'd shared with me that day
or for quite a while before that.  Her vocalizations made her sound like
a little four or five year old all over again, and that only drove me to
make her feel just as happy as she was back then.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee!!!  Tickles!!!  Staahhhhhh-uuppp!!!"

Even though she might have been in turmoil while I tickled and played
with her Megan never once tried to kick her way out of my control nor
did she issue any words of intolerance or discomfort.  That made me feel
good for many reasons, and one of them had nothing to do with my being
her daddy.  While I was going back and forth and up and down her tummy I
accidentally had my mouth over the hidden fabric of her bra for a few
seconds, and being that close to her developing breasts stirred the same
sort of interest in Megan that I'd had in Kally.

Thankfully I didn't venture close enough to her titties to sample from
their size or firmness, and once I heard those magic words of surrender
I knew to discontinue my attack.

"Stop, Daddy!  I gotta pee!!!"

My face was lifted away from her belly, my left and right hands were
used to tug her upright rather than hold her down, and I made sure she
had both feet on the floor before I let go.  She burst up the stairs and
toward the hall bathroom on the main floor next to the kitchen as if I
had a knife in one hand and was wielding half her torn clothes in the
other.

While Megan was tending to her personal business I sat back on the couch
and tried to come to terms with what my little girl was troubled about.
Sure, she was a little chubby, probably had a few pounds she could lose,
and might have needed to cut back on her sodas and candy, but I wasn't
about to just sit back and do nothing when I had the responsibility to
see to her health and happiness.

The impromptu suggestion I offered to her before about being my gym
partner might be beneficial in more ways than I might imagine, since it
would keep me out of trouble with any more little minxes, I'd get a lot
healthier and better looking, she'd feel better about herself after a
few weeks of hard work, and in the process we'd be able to spend time
with each other in a way that would assure I was a real part of her life
again.  She might be a little girl growing into a young woman, but she'd
always be my baby.

While I was sitting back on the couch and developing my plans Megan ran
back downstairs and plopped herself on my lap again.  This time she was
facing me, and without any reluctance I reached out and pulled her tight
to my body.  What I hadn't counted on when I reached out was her sitting
on me with her thighs outside mine, because when I drew her close her
face and mine were in line, and our lips came together in a way that I
hadn't anticipated.

For almost five seconds our mouths were in perfect alignment for a truly
lovely kiss, our noses close but not touching, and my grip around her
body so snug it must have seemed as if I'd suddenly decided to explore a
world of incest with my twelve year old daughter that I'd heard had sent
plenty of other careless daddies to jail.

But what was stranger than my accidentally pulling her toward me and
into an unexpected kiss was the way Megan gripped my upper arms, held
on, and pulled as if what I'd done wasn't the least offensive to her in
any way.

Rather than throw her off my lap and make a big deal about what I'd done
I pushed her back just far enough to stare into her bewildered gaze, see
her face turn into a cute crimson glow, and then watch her eyes shift
down my body as if she felt intimidated or embarrassed.  It was a moment
for me to cherish and to use to my benefit, so while I held her face in
both of my hands I brought our foreheads and noses together and then
whispered into her mouth.

"Would you like to help your silly old daddy get into shape and do
something about the way you feel about yourself, Kitten?"

Still looking down she smiled, shivered, and nodded.  Megan looked so
precious I couldn't help but pull her tight to my body with her face
tucked over my left shoulder and my arms as snug around her frame as I
could reach.  Her grip improved, she whimpered into my left ear, and I
felt her practically melt into my lap.  What I hoped she wouldn't notice
was how firm my cock was inside my jeans, because that would prove to
her that I had other things besides getting healthy on my mind.

While she was nestled on my lap and with our hug lasting far longer than
I might have originally considered Megan whispered into my left ear
again.

"Will you really help me to not be fat, Daddy?"

"You're not fat, Kitten, okay?  Like I said, you might be a tiny bit
chubby, but you're not morbidly obese.  You need to see that and be
realistic about your body size, or no amount of hard work and sweat is
gonna be enough.  Will you please be honest with both yourself and me
about this?"

"Kay."

"Then tell me, Baby."

She hesitated for a moment, but Megan eventually found the strength to
utter words that must have seemed impossible to her.

"I'm ... I'm not fat, Daddy.  I'm just a tiny bit overweight."

"Oh, Baby!  That means so much to me.  I'd feel awful if you truly
believed you were some Jabba-the-Hut in drag."

"Tee-Hee!"

She smacked me again, rubbed where she hit me, and then twisted her face
just enough to kiss me directly under my left ear.

"What's that for, Kitten?"

"You always make me feel better, Daddy."

"That's my job, Kitten."

Rather than get off my lap Megan shifted for a moment, wiggled her
lovely butt to get more comfortable, and seemed to like sitting where
she was.  I had no other place for her to be nor better place for me to
be holding a lovely young woman, so I wrapped my arms further around her
body and tightened my grip.  What I whispered to her might have been
risky, but she needed to have 'the full treatment'.

"I wish you knew just how lovely you are, Megan.  In spite of how you
feel about your body at this moment I have to be honest and tell you
that I get scared more every day about some guy hurting my little girl
when you start to learn about ... sex."

She never moved, didn't flinch, and her posture remained the same.  It
was what she uttered next that proved my little girl was still a virgin
and wasn't nearly as experienced as some of the little minxes who'd been
in my basement the summer before, Kally's experience, desires, and sexy
appearance diametrically opposed to my chubby little girl's.

"I'm not pretty enough to have a real boyfriend yet, Daddy.  No guy in
their right mind would want anything to do with me, so I'll never learn
how to kiss or ... "

The moment she went silent I blushed and had to smile, because the brief
kiss we'd shared a few moments before was probably the first time she'd
ever done anything like that with a guy.  It just so happened it was her
own daddy who'd gotten her first real, and somewhat pitiful, kiss.  I
also knew to be a bit more magnanimous than she might have expected.

"I know you're gonna kiss boys and learn about sex, Kitten.  The most
important thing you need to remember is to be safe, responsible, and to
take care of yourself.  When guys get excited they have a tendency to
think with their ... glands, and once their smaller head starts
thinking for them they forget about things like accountability, and
babies, and STD's, and stupid stuff like that.  All they want at that
moment is pleasure ... at any cost."

For Megan to caress my back with her right hand and nuzzle her face into
my neck seemed unusual, but I liked the way it felt.

"You never talked to me about stuff like this before, Daddy.  It's kinda
strange, but also really neat, too."

"To be honest, Megan ... I really *should* be as honest and direct with
you *before* you have to deal with what other girls find out about in
the back seat of some guy's car in the dark, because most girls lose
more than their innocence to the wrong guy at the wrong time.  It's very
unfortunate that most girls remember their first time as being painful
and too quick, but unless they're smart and know what's gonna happen
they won't be able to control the situation to their benefit."

Moments after I told my daughter that a girl's first time needed to be
really special I remembered fucking Kally like a whore inside the very
basement where my virgin daughter was sitting on my lap.  There was a
sense of hypocrisy filling me at having stroked a young teen girl maybe
a year or two older than my baby back then, but I also remembered how
special Kally's first time had been, because she got a chance to see and
feel much more with me than she might with some high school football
player in the dark.  I wanted to share my experience with my daughter,
but talking about having sex with an underage partner isn't smart.

It was only when I heard Megan whisper in my left ear that I was able to
think clearly again.

"You ... you've never talked to me like this, Daddy.  How come?"

"Because you're not a baby girl anymore, Megan.  You're getting to be a
young lady who's developing into a young woman, and you need to know the
truth about yourself, guys, and everything that's gonna be important to
you very soon.  I'd rather know you were safe and educated than find out
you'd been hurt because you had no idea what was gonna happen."

"Gonna happen when, Daddy?"

She was going to force me to say it, and in spite of my reluctance to be
that bold I needed to follow through.

"When you have sex the first time, Megan."

She shivered, seemed frightened, but didn't pull away.  That was my cue
to change the subject back to what had originally bothered her and
brought her to my basement gym room.

"Why don't we talk about how you're gonna help your daddy get all ripped
and buff, Kitten, and get into shape yourself?"

Rather than move or agree she whispered into my ear again.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Can we talk about this stuff ... you know ... sex ... again?"

That single request proved she was far more interested in talking about
sex with her daddy than about her weight problem.  She might not want to
*have* sex with her daddy, but at least she wanted to talk about the
general subject.

"We can talk about sex any time you need to, Megan.  You shouldn't be
scared about it or be afraid to ask me or your mom any questions at any
time."

That's when I heard news that wasn't new to me.

"Mom's too scared to talk to me about boys and sex, Daddy.  She must
think I'd be some dumb ... 'ho' or something if I ever found out about
what it's really like and enjoyed it too much."

"That's truly unfortunate.  Your mother should be the first person you
could rely upon for everything you needed to know."

Rather than send her away to my chaste and conservative wife I decided
to alter who my little girl could come to for help, in spite of the
obvious difference in our genders.

"Even if your mother doesn't want to talk to you about this stuff I want
you to feel comfortable enough to ask me anything that's important or is
bothering you, okay?"

"Kay."

I probably could have left it at that, but I needed to be absolutely
sure she was a well informed and mature young lady rather than a dumb
slut who learned everything she needed to know from a brute with a need
to carve a notch in his panty post.

"Ignorance about sex is the most damaging weapon a guy has against an
innocent girl, and I'm not gonna have my little girl ... pardon me, my
lovely young woman be hurt by some guy just because I didn't take the
time to share the truth."

"Thanks, Daddy."

"You're welcome, Kitten.  I know I don't say it enough, but you mean a
lot more to me than you realize, and I have a responsibility to tell you
that more than once a year."

She kissed my neck again, nuzzled her face into my body, and gave me
another hug.  That was my signal to tickle her a little bit and coax her
off my lap.

"Tee-hee."

She might have wanted to remain close to me in that very questionable
position because of my erection, but her giggle and smile proved that
she wasn't truly offended.

After she was on her feet, giggling, blocking any attack I might attempt
with her hands between us and waving, and was able to get far enough out
of my reach to prevent any further loving abuse I tried to get up off
the couch.  The impressive erection that she'd helped instill prevented
me from standing straight for a moment, and I saw my twelve year old
daughter staring at my tented jeans while I was hunched over like some
cripple.  I had the perfect way to diffuse the situation.

"My gosh!  I talk to you about sex for just a couple of minutes, and
you're already perving out on your own daddy!"

Her eyes shot up to meet mine, her face went a deep vermilion, and I saw
a shaky smile fill her lovely countenance.

"Turn around for a second, Megan."

Before she began to turn in place as I'd asked her eyes went back to my
crotch and I could tell she must have truly wanted to see what was
making me so uncomfortable.  Once her back was to me I undid my jeans,
worked my right hand inside, straightened my cock, refastened my pants,
stepped close to her back without pressing my hips into her soft bum,
and wrapped my arms around her chest without touching her breasts in any
way.

"I'm sorry for embarrassing you, Baby, but my mind kinda forgot who I
was talking to a minute ago.  I hope you're not mad at your daddy."

She gripped my arms with both of her hands, hugged my limbs tight to her
chest, and then shook her head back and forth hard enough to make her
hair dance.

"Why don't we talk about what we're gonna do about our new exercise
routine?  Would you like that?"

Still holding onto my arms she nodded and leaned back against me.  Had
she pushed her fanny into my hips I might have assumed she was ready for
a kind of training that I wasn't quite ready for, but all she did was
hold me tight and surrender herself to me.

"Do you have anything you've got to do for your mom for a little bit?"

Again she shook her head back and forth in an animated fashion as if she
didn't want there to be any doubt in my mind.

"Then ... I'll excuse myself for a minute, and when I come back we'll
talk about what you want to work on first."

Before she had yet another chance to see evidence of the throbbing
menace in my jeans I wrenched my arms out of her grasp and bolted for
the stairs.  It might have hurt quite a bit to walk so quickly, but I
had no desire to leave my preteen daughter with the impression that I
was going to perv on her as quickly or easily as I had so many of Josh's
girlfriends and lady admirers.

When I returned to the basement Megan was sitting on the couch with her
feet along the front edge of the cushions, her knees tight to her chest,
her arms around her shins, and a look of excitement on her face.  Her
eyes were bright, there was a smile on her face, and she sat a little
taller than I'd seen her in quite a while.  In spite of everything else
my little speech about her growing up might have served a better purpose
than I'd imagined.

To keep her spirits high I plopped down onto the couch as if it were a
trampoline and almost landed on top of her by the time my body came to
rest.  Our faces were so close that I couldn't help but lean forward an
inch or two and give her a little kiss on the lips.  She blushed,
giggled, and then looked deep into my eyes.  Rather than tumble down a
road of lecherous perversion with my own little girl I leaned back and
spoke in a confident and jovial manner.

"Allll-right-tee then!  Let's get this party started."

"Tee-hee!"

I took her hands, turned her toward me a little bit, held her appendages
together between our bodies, and then looked deep into her eyes as I
spoke.

"You're gonna have to be honest with me when I start asking lots of very
embarrassing questions, young lady, so please don't be afraid or the
least intimidated.  In order for me to help you I'm gonna need to know
some pretty intimate details about how you feel and what you don't like
about your body.  Can you do that?"

"Uh huh."

"Good!  So ... what part of your body are you the most anxious to
change?"

She blushed, but she didn't wait very long before answering me.

"Mostly my tummy, and legs, and ... butt, and ... "

"Come on, Megan.  You wanted my help, and I'm willing to do everything
possible to *give* you that help, but you've got to be willing to suck
it up and be honest with me."

She kept blushing, never looked up into my face, and practically
whispered when she finished what she started to say.

" ... I don't like the way my titties are starting to grow.  Is there
anything I can do to make them look nicer?"

I might have felt a wave of electricity wash through me because of what
she wanted my help on, but it was my duty to be as impartial as I could.

"Yes there is.  There are a number of exercises you can do in private to
strengthen the muscles in your chest, but not so much that you'll look
like some bodybuilder like Arnie."

"Tee-hee!"

"Rather than get that specific why don't we start kinda general and work
on getting you familiar with what we're gonna have to do?"

"Kay.  Thanks, Daddy."

"You're welcome, Kitten.  Before we begin do you have an exercise
leotard and tights like you used to when you went to dance class in
first grade?"

"Well ... yeah, except they don't fit anymore.  Why do you want me to
wear that stuff?"

"Because the kind of exercises you're gonna be doing will be much easier
if you don't have restrictive clothing on."

"Oh!  I didn't think it really mattered.  Don't you exercise in your gym
wearing only shorts?"

"Yeah ... but ... "

"You can say it, Daddy.  You wanted me to be honest with you, so now you
need to be honest with me."

"Alright, then.  I don't want your thighs to get really irritated while
you're on the treadmill, and if you aren't wearing tights or something
they'll get rubbed raw.  I know your legs are kinda full, and if you
don't protect them you won't be able to keep exercising."

Her expression changed a little, and I could tell she was embarrassed
about my noticing her full lower limbs, so it was imperative that I keep
her focused.  I scooted as far toward her as I could, held her hands
tight to my chest, and practically spoke right into her mouth.

"Look, Baby ... just as I told you before, I think you're one of the
most beautiful young women I know, *especially* because of your sexy
legs, so please don't get all upset about what I just said.  I know you
wanna tighten them up and I'll help you do that, but you also need to
know that I just adore girls with dancer's legs, and I've done my fair
share of trying to keep from perving out on you when you're not looking.
Lots of men love women with full legs, so you shouldn't get the idea
that I'm just perving on you 'cause I'm your daddy.  Please understand,
if you can, that some women are goddesses just the way they are, and to
be honest ... if I wasn't your daddy and wouldn't go to jail for doing
it I'd make a pass at you and prove to you that you're not some little
ugly duckling like you think you are.  In spite of what you may believe
you're a very attractive and pretty hot little baby.  I hope I haven't
scared you with all that."

Her smile was so big she was squinting and her blush was so deep it
looked like she'd gotten an instant sunburn.  But it was what she
whispered into my mouth that made me feel so much better.

"It makes me feel so sexy to hear a real man tell me that, and it's even
better 'cause my own daddy is perving on me like I was some little skank
'ho' hanging out with Josh's old band."

"I'm glad you're not offended about me perving on you, Baby.  To be
honest I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but you also need to
hear the truth from someone who doesn't have anything to gain by saying
what's on his mind."

She leaned into me a little bit and almost kissed me when she spoke.

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Would you really perv on me ... for real ... if nobody found out?"

There was only one way to answer her.

"Yes I would, but I don't want to scare you or ruin your future, so I've
got to be very careful in how I treat you, Megan.  If anyone found out
what I told you just now or if I tried to ... do something, then I
could go to jail for a *very* long time, and I really don't like the
idea of being someone's ass-bitch in prison."

Megan gasped for a second and looked at me with her eyes bugged out.

"Daddy!!!"

"You're old man isn't some wimpy little prude, Megan.  I know what the
words mean, and I'm not afraid to use them at the appropriate time, but
it might be a good idea if we didn't talk like that around your mom or
Josh, because they might think I was trying to turn you into some skank
'ho' like you said before."

"Tee-hee!"

I felt so much better about her demeanor.

She might have wanted to tumble down a road of incest and sexual
discovery first, but we had work to do, and I didn't know how much time
we had before my wife would interrupt us.

"Where's your mom right now, Kitten?"

"She's with her friends at some lady's gathering."

"And Josh?"

"I think he's at a friend's house."

"How much time do we have before dinner?"

"I dunno ... maybe four or five hours."

"Would you like to get started right now?"

"Kay."

"If you don't have a leotard and tights anymore, what do you have to
wear to keep you cool and to keep your legs from rubbing together?"

"Well ... I guess I can wear my one-piece swimsuit and a pair of old
pantyhose."

"Perfect!  Go get them, a pair of cotton socks, your exercise shoes, and
come back down."

"Don't you ... don't you want me to put them on in my room?"

"No.  I need to do a full body measurement so we can track your
progress.  That way you'll always have a baseline to compare to any
future measurements, and it will help you to see how well you're doing
and if our workouts are helping like you want."

"Oh!  Good idea."

"One more thing.  In order for you to be comfortable wearing your
bathing suit and pantyhose bring down one of your panty-liners, but
don't peel the backing off the tape and stick it inside your pantyhose
until after you're dressed.  I wanna make sure you keep yourself
comfortable while working out from now on."

Megan might have been intimidated by so much information provided so
quickly and without any filtering, but she didn't hesitate more than
half a second before she gave me a quick kiss, giggled, and then ran out
of the basement and upstairs to her bedroom.  Since my second pair of
gym shorts and athletic supporter were still clean and hanging on an
indoor clothesline along the far wall of the basement I had time to
change too.

Once I'd peeled my street-clothes off and donned my workout uniform I
located a pad of note paper, a pen, a cloth measuring tape, and a small
plastic box to keep them in.  Since Megan was taking a little bit longer
than I was to get ready I couldn't help but take a quick look in a small
mirror that was along the wall where the couch was.  What I saw made me
smile and also encouraged me to work that much harder so I could be buff
and tight.  It also confirmed a little hard work goes a long way toward
making a person's body assume more attractive proportions.  If anything
Megan saw her future in my new looks, and I was going to do everything I
could to help her.

By the time I'd gotten my tools ready and had admired myself for a
minute or so Megan was bounding toward the basement door and stopped at
the top of the stairs with me smiling back at her.

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Am I gonna change down here with you?"

"Well ... to be honest, Kitten ... I'm gonna have you get completely
undressed so I can take your body measurements first, and then you'll
get dressed so we can start working out after that."

Instead of being horrified about my ability to see her naked what she
said next seemed more important for some reason.

"Can I lock the door to the basement?  I don't feel comfortable taking
my clothes off if somebody can walk in and see me naked."

Who was I ... chopped liver?

"Sure, Kitten.  Once I finish mapping you out, writing everything down,
and you're dressed, we can unlock the door."

She seemed to want to do as I said, but she hesitated again.

"Daddy?"

"What, Angel?"

"Will you call Mom and Josh and see if they're gonna come home soon?"

Apparently she didn't want us to be disturbed.

"Lock the door and come down here, Baby."

She seemed reluctant to comply, but did as I said.  Holding her one
piece swimsuit, a pair of light brown 'nude' pantyhose, one of her
panty-liners, white cotton socks, and her running shoes in her left hand
she turned both the deadbolt latch and the small locking knob on the
door handle with the fingers on her right hand and then walked down in a
much more sedate manner than the way she last ran up the stairs.

Before she made it all the way to where I'd set the few supplies I'd
gathered onto a small shelf near the treadmill and my exercise bench I
had my cell phone in my hand and hit the speed-dial button for my wife's
phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Honey.  I'm gonna be involved in some activities in the basement
this afternoon.  Do you have any plans for me today or this evening?"

"No, and I'm glad you called.  The girls want to take me to a special
showing of a movie that they've been talking about for weeks, so ... "

"Not a problem.  Is dinner gonna be up to me, then?"

"Yeah ... if you don't mind."

"Not at all."

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Megan home?"

"Yes she is.  Why?"

"She's been acting very down lately.  I think she really needs some
special time with her daddy, and it would make me feel better knowing
you'd focus on her needs rather than your own for once."

I could have told the woman she was being a bitch, but decided the phone
call would be shorter if I just went along with 'her' plan.  It also
confirmed my suspicions that my wife didn't want me hanging around any
other young hotties, because Megan might tattle on me if I was putting
the make on another woman.  It appeared that my wife wanted me to have a
chaperon, and Megan seemed to fit the bill for her nicely.

It might have been a good time to challenge my wife's thinking regarding
my reasons for toning up my body, but our daughter was a higher priority
at the moment.

"Yeah, I've noticed a little of that.  Sure ... I'll make some time for
Megan and treat her like my little princess today and this evening.  We
might even go out for dinner and make it an official date."

"That's wonderful!  Good idea, Steve.  I'll bet that would make her
day."

"So, what time should I expect you home?  If I'm gonna be romancing my
daughter I'd kinda like to know if we're gonna be interrupted."

Rather than lambaste me for making a crude remark about my potential
indiscretions with my own child my wife yet again glossed right over
what I'd said and focused on her own needs.

"Since the show is a double-feature I probably won't be home until
really late.  I'm sure you won't have a problem falling asleep on the
couch in front of the TV again."

"Naw ... I don't think I'll have that problem tonight."

"Okay.  Good.  So I'll see you when I get home, then."

"Sure, Honey."

"You two have a good time, and be sure to treat Megan like the young
lady she's becoming.  She's not a little girl in elementary school
anymore, Steven."

"Yeah, I've noticed.  No problem.  I'll be sure to give her my full
attention tonight, Honey."

"Okay.  Nite."

"Have a good time."

Click.

Megan's eyes were bugged out almost as much as they were when she last
heard me utter words that shocked her.  Before she had a chance to say
anything I hit the next speed-dial button for my son's phone and waited.

"Hi, Dad."

"Hey, Josh.  Look ... do you have plans for this evening?"

"Uhhh ... well ... I was kinda hoping to hang out with my buds.  Did
you want me to come home or something?"

I could almost see him cringing while he spoke.

"No, no, no!  I just wanted to find out if I needed to make any dinner
plans for you too.  Your mom is gonna be out with her friends until
really late, and that leaves Megan and me here at the house.  If you're
gonna be with your home-boys until three or four in the morning, then I
won't have to keep something plated for you in the microwave or fridge."

"Well ... if it's okay with you I'd kinda like to hang out with them
until pretty late.  We can catch something to eat when we're out."

"Perfect!  Alright, it sounds like you've got *your* night planned too.
Megan and I will be getting a bite to eat out of the house a little
later, so if you decide to come home early don't be surprised if we're
not around."

"Good.  Then I won't have to worry about coming home and babysitting her
like Mom usually wants me to."

"Nope.  She's my date tonight.  You guys have a good time and just be
careful.  If you don't come home until really late just be sure to park
your car along the side of the garage so I can get in or out."

"Cool.  Nite, Dad."

"Have fun, Josh."

Click.

Megan's expression was priceless.

"Daddy?"

After I put my cell phone on a shelf where it usually sat when I was in
the basement I extended my arms toward my daughter, wiggled my fingers
as if to coax her closer, and then responded.

"What, Baby?"

While she was walking toward me she dropped her things on a bench and
then wrapped her arms around me the moment we came together.

"Are you really gonna take me out tonight ... for real?"

"Uh huh.  Tonight you're gonna be my sexy date, and we're gonna dress up
and go to a nice restaurant.  We can even go see a movie, or just hang
out at one of the game rooms for a while, or just come home if you
want."

While pressing her face into my chest sideways she nuzzled her cheek
into my body and spoke in a manner that made her sound five or ten years
younger.

"I'm glad we're gonna go on a date all by ourselves.  I need to be with
my daddy today."

"Today I'm all yours, Kitten, and you're all mine.  I plan on showing
you a good time tonight, but for the mean time why don't we get focused
and start our new workout routine?"

"Kay."

Her tight grasp of my body made it seem as if she didn't want me to go
anywhere or do anything, but I had to move her along if we were going to
get all trim and buff.

"You gonna be all super embarrassed about getting undressed in front of
your Daddy, Megan?  I don't want you to feel as if I'm trying to
humiliate you in any way, but in order to prove to you that your
workouts are having a positive effect we need to set a baseline."

"I've been naked in front of you before, Daddy."

"I know, Kitten, but you're a little more grown up now, and I can't be
making any assumptions about how you're gonna feel now that you're a
young lady."

"It's okay, Daddy.  As long as Mom and Josh aren't around and nobody
else finds out I won't be super embarrassed or nothing."

Was my little girl flirting with me?  The more I thought about it she
was most likely just as comfortable being naked with her Daddy like she
was when I was giving her baths and washing her hair at six or seven.

"Okay.  I know this is gonna sound super pervy, but ... I want you to
take all your clothes off for me, Baby."

"Tee-hee.  Yeah ... it does kinda make you sound like a perv, Daddy."

All it took were a few wiggling fingers into her sides before I got
Megan to move.  I might have wanted to keep her laughing and turn every
moment we were together into a celebration in joy, but we had work to
do, and if we weren't careful we'd run out of time.

She watched my face for a few moments and then began to lift her
sweatshirt up her body.  That was my cue to collect the supplies I'd
located earlier and then set them out onto the bench beside us.  The
moment she saw the notepad, pen, and cloth measuring tape she must have
realized I was serious about what I'd told her.

Once her frumpy top came off she tugged her baggy shorts down and kicked
them behind her.  With a deep crimson blush all over her face she
reached behind her body and flipped the clasp that held her bra closed
and showed me two of the most luscious plump titties and erect nipples
I'd seen in quite a while.  Yeah, Kally had lovely little 'A'-cup
jewels, but my twelve year old daughter was already sporting a firm set
of 'B's and was most likely going to be pushing a full 'D' when she was
eighteen.  I found myself staring at her breasts as they jiggled while
she reached down and peeled her boring and very plain white panties over
her hips, down her legs, and then off her feet.

Just as I suspected she might Megan tucked one hand over her bald vulva,
the other one across her chest in a pitiful attempt to cover what I
wanted so badly to leer at, and kept her eyes lowered to the ground near
her bare feet.  When she grew brave enough she peeked up and saw me
smiling at her.  That was all she needed to blush even deeper and
whisper a single word.

"What?"

"I'm gonna prove a little more of my perviness when I say this, but you
look very nice, Kitten.  In spite of how you might feel about your body
you're quite the lovely little princess."

Instead of being horrified that her own father was lusting after her
Megan smiled, lifted her hand away from her breasts, tucked her hair
behind one ear, and then stepped close enough for me to hug her.

"Thanks, Daddy.  It makes me feel all super tingly when you talk to me
like that."

It had been a *very* long time since I'd held my little girl when she
was completely naked, and it was worth the wait for her to lean into me
and wrap her arms around my body.  The feel of her warm and silken skin
along my bare chest, the inside of my arms, and the palms of my hands
filled me with a lot more that pride, and I knew Megan felt it too.

"I'm glad you're not freaked out about my saying things like that, Baby.
I don't imagine most daughters normally hear that kind of talk from
their fathers."

"Well ... "

"You can say whatever you want to, Kitten.  You're not a little girl
anymore, and I'm not going to treat you like one unless you want me to."

I was hoping my hint would be remembered later.  Rather than focus on
what I'd said Megan resumed her earlier thought.

"There's this one girl at school, and some of the other girls talk about
how she and her daddy are like super friendly and kissy and stuff, and
we think that maybe she's like ... uhhhh ... "

"Go ahead and say it, Baby."

" ... we think she and her daddy have 'done it' already."

Sounded like a good idea to me.  If her hips had been closer to mine
Megan would have discerned a growing erection that was being tightly
restrained in my jock strap.

But instead of focusing on how she was making me feel I needed to see
how my daughter felt about what she'd shared with me.

"How does that make you feel, Kitten?"

She shrugged and remained quiet.

"You can be honest with me, Megan.  I've been honest with you and I plan
on helping you understand everything that you ask of me about sex, so
please don't feel you have to hide behind a wall of embarrassment or
timidity at all."

In a very low whisper she spoke into the bare skin of my chest and made
some of my chest hairs move with her breath.  That alone made me shiver,
but the tone she used and what she said added a sense of erotic beauty
that I hadn't considered I might feel from my own little girl.

"I guess if she loves him and he loves her too ... it sounds kinda hot
... and maybe even a little romantic."

"Romantic?  Why?"

"Because he's not afraid to teach her things that she needs to know, and
she gets to learn from a real man and not some dumb boy."

The mood was shifting in a direction that might get both of us into
trouble, so it was time to bring us back to why she was naked in front
of me in the basement.

"After we have a chance to get some stuff worked out we can talk about
that as much as you want to.  If we don't get started I might not get to
take my little girlfriend on our first official date."

"Tee-hee."

"You *do* like the idea that we're gonna go out, don't you, Megan?"

"YEAH!  I think it's cool!"

"Okay.  Then ... even though it's gonna seem really strange for me to
be looking at and even touching you a little bit, I need to quit hugging
you and start taking some measurements."

"Do you want me to write everything down for you so you can ... "

Before she finished her thought I answered.

"Sounds like a good idea.  Go ahead and step back, stand with your feet
about eighteen inches apart, keep the pen and notepad close by, and
write the following stuff along the left side of the page so we'll have
room to the right for the measurements over the next few days and
weeks."

"Kay."

She shifted backward a little bit, looked down to her feet while tucking
her hair behind her ears so make sure her feet were the appropriate
distance apart, looked up into my eyes to see me staring at her titties,
and then claimed the pen I'd gotten out.  I could have stared at her for
hours, but we had work to do.

"Shoulders ... "

She leaned to her right a little bit, scribbled the word onto the left
margin of the page between two of the blue lines with her right hand,
and didn't notice me staring right at her breasts again.  It was gonna
be hard to keep an impartial attitude with her nudity and beauty so
prominent, but I had to try.

"Breasts ... body circumference ... "

I saw her shiver for a moment, but she wrote what I asked her to.

"Breast, right, circumference ... "

She sucked in a tiny volume of air as she gasped, but wrote it down.

"Breast, left, circumference ... "

I could almost see her trying to imagine how I was going to take that
measurement, and I saw her lips quiver while she was grinning.

"Tummy, top ... "

A little frown was seen on her face, her eyebrows coming together a
little bit, and a couple of creases forming on her forehead.

"Tummy, middle ... "

It was obvious she was uncomfortable with her full and 'classic' tummy.

"Waist ... "

Her expression didn't change for the next few seconds, and I could tell
she was genuinely upset about her slightly fuller figure.

"Hips ... "

She shivered again, most likely because I was going to be looking at and
even touching her bare body very close to Heaven.

"Butt ... "

Megan actually took a quick peek into my eyes for some reason, and when
she saw me looking at what she must have assumed was her vulva she
blushed again and instinctively tried to cover herself.  I didn't say
anything, nor did I chastise her from acting like that.

"Thigh, right, top ... " and then, "thigh, left, top ... "

As each item was written down I could almost see Megan starting to
relax, because her left hand dropped a little bit and I could see a lot
more of her plump charms as a result.  I liked the idea that she could
be comfortable enough being naked in my presence to allow me to openly
stare at her, and in spite of my being her father I couldn't help but
notice just how sexy my little girl was.

"Thigh, right, middle ... " and then, "thigh, left, middle ... "

It was at that moment she seemed to truly understand why I wanted to be
that thorough.  Rather than feel humiliated I could almost sense her
liking the idea that I would pay such close attention to her body.

"Weight ... "

Her response as she stared into my eyes was predictable and made her
sound pitiful.

"Nooooooo, Daddy.  Please not that."

"Come on, Kitten.  We need to keep track of everything, and your weight
is going to be one of the most important factors at the beginning."

"Why-eeee?"

"Because it will help me see if you're losing *too* much weight at
first.  If we're not careful I might need to have you drink a lot more
water everyday so we don't get you dehydrated.  Usually the first thing
people lose when they start working out is water-weight, and after that
is body fat.  Once you stabilize you'll actually gain a little bit of
weight back."

"I'll *gain* weight?"

"Yeah, because muscle is actually heavier than adipose tissue ... body
fat, and gaging your weight is yet another indicator of how well you're
converting your food into muscle and energy and trimming down your body
fat.  This isn't going to be quick nor will it be easy, but if you're
determined to trim up and look more like a little sex goddess than you
already do, then you're gonna have to dedicate yourself to this."

"I really wanna do this, Daddy, honest ... but ... "

"But what?"

"Can we keep all this stuff secret so nobody sees how much I weigh?"

"We'll keep it all a secret, Baby."

She pondered what I'd asked, what I'd offered, and what I'd be doing.
After she'd reasoned it out she nodded, tucked her hair behind her ears,
and then took a quick peek to see where I was looking.  For her to see
me staring at her gorgeous twat might have gone badly, but she seemed to
like being a man's sexual focus while standing naked in front of him
without having to risk being raped.  For her to keep her left hand away
from her pudendum proved she didn't mind me looking at her down there.

To make sure she would comply with my requirements it was necessary to
get her agreement in verbal form.

"Okay.  So ... are you gonna weigh yourself every morning when you get
up and then before and after you work out?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl.  Now ... let's start writing some numbers down."

Holding the cloth measuring tape in my hands I wrapped it around her
shoulders while she stood straight and stared right into my eyes.

After I took the first measurement she wrote the number down and I saw a
deep red tone to her face indicative of her embarrassment at what I was
going to do next.

But she must have been a little disappointed after the next measurement
was taken, because I didn't touch her nipples with my fingers or hands
when I wrapped the tape around her body and then held the 'zero' end to
the longer portion of the tape along her sternum.

She leaned to her right, wrote that number down, and then looked right
into my eyes with her bottom lip sucked between her teeth.  We both knew
there was no way I could measure the fullness of each breast without
touching her, and she seemed to actually anticipate how it felt.

"I'm gonna touch you in a pretty intimate manner, Kitten, but I'm not
going to take advantage of you ... yet."

When I winked at her she giggled, looked down for a moment, and then
looked up.

"Tee-hee!"

She nodded, threw her chest out a little, and said one word to confirm
she was much more grown up about the whole affair than I'd anticipated.

"Ready."

The fullness of her titties when I saw them the first time was nothing
compared to actually placing the measuring tape around her right breast
and bringing the zero end to the numbered portion.  It was going to be
impossible to keep from cupping her sexy development for at least a few
seconds, and rather than make matters worse by hesitating I placed my
left hand around her titty, used my right to hold the tape in place,
made sure I took a careful measurement, intentionally brushed against
her erect nipple enough to tease her, and then asked her to write that
number down.  She actually took a deep breath, let out a long sigh, and
eventually wrote down what I'd told her.

When I shifted to her left and began to repeat what I'd done a few
moments before she actually leaned into me a little bit.  Maybe it was
my nervousness, or maybe excitement, but I wasn't able to keep from
fumbling while I cupped and wrapped the measuring device around her
lovely 'B'-cup boobie and let the tape escape my grasp three different
times.  She giggled and seemed pleased at how I felt.

"Tee-hee.  I guess you don't go around measuring girl's titties very
much, do you, Daddy?"

"Well ... not everyday, but when I get the chance to cup a little
girl's titties I try to do a good job and spend as much time as I can."

She made an attempt to pop my left arm with her right hand, but I could
tell it was nothing more than a playful move as she chastised me.

"Perv."

Since she was smiling and in a good mood about what her daddy was doing
I decided to liberate a little of the tension in my head.

"I guess you're finding out a lot more about your daddy than you
imagined, aren't you?"

"Yeah ... and I like it."

The moment she said it I could tell she must not have been able to
engage her mental filters quickly enough, because her right hand was
cupped over her mouth, and her eyes went wide.

With my right hand cupping her left breast and my left one positioned so
at least my index finger was flicking her nipple back and forth in a
very slow and almost indiscernible manner I leaned forward and spoke
right into her small fingers as they covered her mouth.

"Just remember, young lady ... if anyone finds out I've been staring at
and touching your body I could land in jail for the rest of my life."

Her right hand came away from her mouth a little bit, her expression
changed to one of shock, and she whispered back.

"This is just our secret, Daddy.  I promise I won't tell nobody."

The fact that she didn't make me stop caressing her nipple was a bit of
a surprise, but her deeper breaths proved she was enjoying being fondled
by her own father.

"Okay.  I promise I won't try to rape you before I'm finished measuring
you from nose to toes, but don't get the idea that you'd get the same
treatment from some kid in school or the father of one of your
girlfriends."

"Tee-hee.  Yeah, I'll bet there's at least one guy who wouldn't mind a
little fat girl ... "

The moment I heard her say the word 'fat' I glared at her and leaned
forward into her in a fairly intimidating manner.

"What did you just say, Megan?"

"I mean ... chubby girl!"

"That's better, but if I find out that some other daddy is molesting my
little girl I'll cut his dick off and fry it up for one of the
neighborhood dogs to eat."

"DADDY!!!"

I had to smile at how quickly she was horrified by my desire to protect
my daughter, but to give her more to think about I leaned back and
reversed my position even before another few seconds went by.  Keeping
my hands over her left breast might have seemed provocative, but neither
of us seemed to mind as I amended my previous statement.

"Well ... I guess if you fell in love with some lucky older man and you
wanted him to teach you stuff ... then I guess I'll leave him alone.  I
can't be interfering in your love life, even if I might want to keep you
locked in your room until you get married."

"You ... you'd be jealous, wouldn't you, Daddy?"

"Yeah, of *course* I'd be jealous.  What father wouldn't be jealous of
his little girl learning about sex from some other man when she's got a
perfectly willing teacher at home?"

"Oh ... My ... Gahd!  My daddy really *IS* a super pervo!"

To put a fine point on it I smiled, winked at her, and said something
that might normally have sent her away screaming.

"And don't you forget it.  Now ... before I show you what a *real*
pervo is like, how about if I finish taking these numbers?"

Megan kept staring into my face as I repeated my measurement of her left
breast, at least one openly wicked caress of her nipple and the bright
pink roughened skin of her areola around it before I gave her the number
to write down.

Her tummy numbers were taken, her waist next, and when I needed to do
her hips I knelt down and was close enough to perceive the aroma of her
body in arousal.  I could actually take in the distinct perfume of her
pussy when I was close enough, and I couldn't be absolutely sure, but
she might have sensed it as well.

My hands reached around her hips, I leaned in close enough to feel her
body heat, and the tape was draped around her.  It might not have been
necessary for me to shift the measuring tape back and forth three times,
but I could tell Megan was enjoying my being that close to her naked
body and paying that much attention to her.

She wrote that number down, and with one of my hands holding the tape in
front I reached around her body and made sure to keep the material along
the fullness of her bum to make sure I got an accurate reading.  I might
have caressed her fanny one too many times, but my little girl didn't
seem the least troubled about my doing it.  That number was also
recorded.

The next measurement was going to be the toughest for me, because I
squat down, sat on my shins, and was staring face-first right at her
plump and bald vulva.  It looked absolutely exquisite.  I wanted to lean
forward and plant my mouth right over her charms and spend the next few
hours giving her mountains of pleasure, but the sound inside my head of
a jail cell closing was just enough of a reminder that I needed to
remain on the straight and narrow ... for the time being.

Just as I'd done each time I'd taken a measurement around her body the
end of the tape was centered along her mid line, which meant that my
fingers were resting directly over the mound of her Mons Veneris when I
began to take the measurement.  But rather than Megan being scared or
nervous I actually felt her hips come forward once and push into my
fingers.  It wasn't intentional, but in doing so the open end of the
tape came free, and I had to reclaim it and return it to where my hand
was resting directly over her plump mound.

For me to lean into her body and keep my face close to her pussy might
have made her day, but it was about to make my year.  The fact that she
put one of her hands on my head almost hinted at her need for me to lean
in just a bit more and kiss her pud.  If she didn't like me being that
close she certainly wouldn't have encouraged me like that.

The second time I attempted to make a measurement I had the end of the
tape centered directly over her vulvar slit where I imagined her
clitoris was hiding.  There was no way she could miss the tip of one
digit pressed a small amount between her plump nether lips high on her
crown, and rather than be offended she actually giggled.

"Tee-hee."

I looked up at her and smiled, not sure what might be going through her
head.

"What, Kitten?"

"I never thought I'd like it when my own daddy would be looking right at
my ... "

My smile grew wider and I whispered for her to finish her statement.

"It's okay, Baby.  You can say any word you want to right now, 'cause
you're not a child anymore."

"You won't get mad, Daddy?"

"No, Baby.  Right now you and I are adults and can say whatever's on our
minds."

She swallowed hard, licked her lips, swallowed again, and finally drew
her courage up enough to finish her thought.

" ... my pussy."

Rather than let her feel embarrassed about saying such a lovely word I
spoke in a confident but low tone before a second went by.

"How does it make you feel to know I'm looking right at the most
precious parcel of Heaven on the entire Earth?"

"You ... you think so, Daddy?  Honest?"

While looking up into her confused gaze I pressed a little bit into her
vulva and hoped she would accept a measure of her father's secret need
to explore his own creation without too much fanfare or fear.

"Yes I do, Angel, but I've got to be careful, because I might be tempted
to ask something of you that might truly scare you.  I can't afford to
make you afraid of being with me in such intimate situations."

"I'm not scared, Daddy.  I'm actually ... "

"What?"

" ... I'm all super tingly right now ... like maybe all excited you were
looking at me and ... and touching me.  I like how it makes me feel."

"Just promise me you'll tell me if I do something that scares you or
even makes you feel a little nervous.  I might want to molest you in my
mind, but I don't want you to ever feel as if you can't be safe with
me."

"Kay."

The measuring tape was adjusted once more, my fingers pressed into her
vulva just enough to distort the rubbery texture of her beauty, and with
a wink while staring at her pussy I told her the number to write down.
She might have wanted me to linger for an hour or two, but wasn't
confident enough to ask me.

The tape was released, the open end pushed between her thighs about six
inches below the saddle of her pussy, and then I looked up into her face
again.

"I'm gonna need to tuck the tape up against your body, Kitten.  This
won't take long, so please don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid, Daddy.  It's okay.  I know you wanna do a good job, and
I like ... "

She averted my gaze again, blushed a deeper vermilion, but didn't
finish.  I knew what she meant, and I was sure she truly was enjoying
the feelings rumbling around inside her body, so I let her have those
few moments of sweet lust with a man she could trust.

While I was staring at her vulva I saw a tear of arousal begin to form
between her labia majora directly under her vagina.  I so desperately
wanted to reach in and steal it, or even lean forward and kiss or lick
it away, but if I couldn't claim it for my own I hungered to see it
either drip to the floor or run down along the inside of one or the
other of her full legs.

The tape was shifted all the way to her body around her full thigh, I
intentionally pressed into her right vulvar lip with the side of my
right index finger, stole the oily wetness of her arousal, lingered as
long as I could, took a reading, and then had to move my hands and the
tape to the middle of her leg for the next measurement.  Both numbers
were written down and the tape shifted to her left leg just as I'd done
with her right.  But rather than just keep her feet apart after the tape
and my hand were in place Megan brought her legs together for a moment
and whimpered while she gripped my left hand.

"Nnnn!"

It was obvious she felt me touch and linger along the softness of her
bald little nether lip, because her legs trembled a little bit and I was
able to see her lean forward.

I looked up to her face, saw her eyes closed, and her bottom lip again
sucked between her teeth.  I thought I knew what was happening to her,
but in order to be sure I had to ask.

"You okay, Kitten?  Am I hurting or scaring you?"

"NOOO!!!"

The moment she blurted out her reply I knew for sure what was going on
inside her body.

"Then ... what's wrong?"

"I ... I ... I feel something that I've never felt before, Daddy."

"It is good or bad?"

"It's the best feeling I've ever had!"

In her mind-blitzed state I knew she'd answer me honestly, and without
any hesitation I asked something that fathers don't normally ask their
daughters.

"Do you want to go masturbate and have a nice orgasm before we finish?"

"I've never done that before, Daddy.  I don't know how."

"It really isn't that hard, Kitten.  All you've got to do is pleasure
yourself with your fingers on your clitoris until you have a nice cum."

The thought of me being so open with her must have tipped her past the
breaking point, because I saw her hips begin to lunge forward toward my
face, her thighs start to quiver even more, and she put both of her
hands on my head to keep her balance.  Had she known to pull my face in
I could have finished her off in little more than two or three licks.

She was too far along to think or speak clearly, and with her body
showing signs of release I dropped the measuring tape, rose to my feet,
and helped her walk backward until her butt was on the couch and she was
sitting deep in the cushions.  Megan was going to make a mess of what
she was sitting on if I didn't help her, so I dashed to my workbench,
retrieved a thick handful of tissues, and returned to a spot on the
floor directly in front of and between her splayed thighs.

Nature might have encouraged her to keep her knees together, but there
was a perverse need in me to see my daughter have her first orgasm and
watch her vulva as her emissions were offered.  I kept her knees apart,
looked up into her face as she was sitting back, and then whispered in
as supportive and sexy a tone as I could.

"Let the nice tingle feelings come out, Baby.  Let that delicious tingle
take over your body and fill every nerve until you think the whole world
is going to explode.  Just relax and let that wicked electric buzzing do
what it's supposed to.  Come on, Kitten.  Give your daddy a chance to
see what you look like having your first cum."

My almost monotonous drone seemed to drill down through her brain and
land in a puddle where her hips were gyrating in ever increasing amounts
and her thighs were twitching and bucking.

The tone of her voice left me with the impression that she was out of
breath from running home after school.

"Dahhh ... Dahhh-Deeee!"

"Come on, Kitten.  Nobody has to know about our special secret.  This is
just between you and your daddy.  Have a nice cum, Baby.  Come on, give
Daddy a nice cum."

Even without my touching her and her fingers far enough away to maintain
a chaste level of modesty Megan couldn't handle the strain any longer.
Her voice got softer, higher, and more labored, and then the fullness of
her first orgasm poured forth like a car crash in slow motion as she
mewled and whimpered.

For her to reach forward and grab my head might not have been her
original plan, but I was so close that she didn't have to extend her
hands very far.  But it was when she pulled my face and head into her
pillowy soft breasts that I knew she was overwhelmed by what was
happening rather than anxious for me to provide for her greatest
pleasure.  That was my cue to slip some tissues between her thighs, wrap
my other hand and arm around her naked body, and then give her a snug
and perfectly decent hug while she held my mouth close to one of her
erect nipples.  I wanted so badly to shift a little to the side, open my
lips, and claim her aching nubbin.

Her moans and whimpers sounded so delicious, and her body jumped and
convulsed in the most erratic and erotic manner I'd ever witnessed.
Maybe it was like that for each girl their first time, and I reveled in
the scene before me as my twelve year old daughter celebrated in her
very first orgasm without the benefit of her fingers, mine, or my
tongue.  To say I was proud was an understatement.  To say I wanted to
rape my little girl merely hinted at my own level of arousal.

Megan never noticed my holding the tissues against her vulva or my hand
between her thighs, and she certainly would have said something under
different circumstances as my fingers slowly explored her plump pussy.
Her eyes were closed as tight as she could, her mouth was open, she
moaned loud enough for the sound to carry out of the basement, and she
spent the next minute or two just gyrating and stuttering as if she was
having a Grand Mal seizure.

Oh, how beautiful she looked.

By the time she fainted she looked as if she'd lost ten pounds.  Her
face was almost sheet white, her body was covered in a light sheen of
perspiration, and she felt very cool to the touch.  Thankfully I'd
gathered enough tissues to soak up what she offered me, and I was glad I
had the foresight to collect them, because the wad of paper was actually
dripping by the time I got most of her cum gathered.

A second small bundle of tissues was retrieved, her vulva wiped from
clitoris to sphincter, and then while she was lying back on the couch
unconscious I splayed her thighs, teased her labia majora apart, and
groaned as I stared into the shallow coral depths of her vagina.  Oh,
how I wanted to lean forward and tongue her just to taste her once, but
I resisted because I wanted her to ask me to do it the first time.  She
wouldn't have known I'd stolen our first tongue-to-pussy caress, but I'd
know, and guilt has a way of sneaking out at the wrong time.

Once she was dry and the tissues placed in a small plastic trash can
under one bench I located a large thick clean towel hanging on the
inside clothes line, returned to my little girl, lifted her up, held her
tight to my body, lie down on the couch with her draped over me, wrapped
her in my arms, and then tugged the towel over her body to keep her from
feeling cold.

The first time she stirred I could tell she was much more exhausted than
I'd imagined.  Her movements made her look as if she'd just run a
marathon because they were labored, uncoordinated, and very slow.  Poor
baby.  And yet rather than feel pity I was proud beyond all measure.

I kissed her forehead, gave her a nice big hug, and then whispered into
her hair.

"You okay, Kitten?  How do you feel?"

"Ohhh, Dahh-Deee!  That was the most fantastic feeling in the whole
world.  What happened?"

"You had an orgasm, Kitten."

"But ... isn't a guy supposed to fuhh ... "

In her mind-altered state she was about to say 'that' word in front of
her own father, and normally her mother and I would do our best to keep
her from uttering it, but at that moment it was appropriate, and I ached
to hear that special nasty word tumble across her lips and come out of
her normally chaste mouth.

"Remember, Megan ... right now you and I are alone, adults, and can say
whatever is in our heads.  As long as you don't use that word with
anyone else you can say it here with me as much as you need to."

"You won't be angry with me if I say it a lot, Daddy?"

"No, Baby."

A moment later she finished her question.

"Isn't a guy supposed to ... to fuck me before I get to feel that?"

"No, Baby.  You can have an orgasm any time you want one, and you don't
even need a guy to help you."

"Then ... it's okay if another girl gives me one?"

It wasn't exactly where I was headed, but I liked the idea that my
daughter could learn about sex with a girlfriend rather than some horny
boy, because she couldn't get pregnant, and they'd both be able to share
what they learned in a much more meaningful manner, because they would
always have common ground to refer to.

"Yes it is, but that's not what I meant."

"Then ... how am I supposed to have as many orgasms as I want, Daddy?"

I had to smile at her ambitions.

"You can use your fingers, or your brush handle, or a toy, or a dildo,
or a vibrator if you can sneak one out of your mom's private
collection."

She was so out of it my dropping a few secrets didn't even phase her.

"It's okay for me to give myself orgasms whenever I want?"

"As long as you're alone and nobody will take advantage of you, then yes
it is, Baby.  That's perfectly natural and something you should be able
to do whenever you need that sort of pleasure."

"But, Mom said I wasn't supposed to do that, because I would want to
have sex with any guy I liked."

I'd have to have a talk with my wife about such stupid ideas.

"Well, Kitten ... to be perfectly honest your mother is absolutely
wrong about that.  Just because you want to masturbate and have lots of
cums it doesn't mean you'd want to jeopardize your virginity and risk
getting some stupid disease or even get pregnant.  Masturbating is a
perfectly natural means to provide yourself pleasure, and it helps to
relax your body and calm your mind."

"Do you masturbate, Daddy?"

Well ... since I'd started it, she had a right to know the truth.

"Yes I do, Kitten."

"Do you do it a lot?"

"Yes I do."

I was hoping she'd want to see how I did it, since she'd just let me
watch her have her first one.

"How much is okay?"

"You can have as many as you want."

"When can I give ... myself an orgasm, Daddy?"

"Well ... as long as you're by yourself and you've got a few minutes to
make yourself feel good you can have a nice cum just about anytime.  The
only thing you have to worry about if you're not in your bedroom or
bathroom is somebody hearing you, or your making your panties wet, or if
some guy might try to talk you into having sex before you're ready."

"Then ... you wouldn't be mad at me if I wanted to feel good a lot
more, Daddy?"

"Of *course* not, Megan.  As long as you're discreet and clean you can
masturbate whenever you feel comfortable doing it."

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Can I have another one, please?"

"You can have as many as you want, Kitten."

"Will you help me again?"

I pressed my mouth to her forehead, gave her a little kiss, and then
whispered.

"What do you want me to do, Baby?"

"Teach me how to use my fingers so I can do it right, please Daddy."

"You're not gonna freak out if I touch you in such an intimate manner,
Megan?  You know what you're asking me, right?"

"I know, Daddy, and I promise I won't freak out.  I just need you to
teach me what I need to do so I'm not scared, 'cause you've given other
little girls cums before, right?"

I had to be honest, but I hoped my secret about Kally wasn't out.

"Yes I have."

"Then ... you know how to do it good?"

"Yes I do, but why would you be scared, Kitten?"

"Mommy said only nasty girls touch and give themselves pleasure like
that, and she said I could hurt my body and make it hard for me to find
the right guy if I started to do that too much.  If you do it for me,
then I won't hurt my body."

I was actually getting mad at my wife for lying to our daughter, but I
liked how that scenario had brought Megan to me for her education.

"Oh, Baby.  Your mother has a skewed sense of sexual impropriety, and
she most likely thinks the best way for you to grow up is as a clueless
virgin.  That might have worked for her, but girls these days seem to be
a lot more intelligent and in need of more than your mom could possibly
believe."

"Then ... you'll help me?"

"If you want me to."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"I love you so much, Daddy.  I never knew just how special you've been
to me, and I'll always remember you helping me to learn about my body
and having tons of orgasms without being scared."

The idea of me giving my twelve year old daughter 'tons' of orgasms even
before I'd used my fingers to give her our first one had a certain
appeal to it, and I couldn't help but feel a measure of lust as I
imagined her asking me to 'help' her more and more often.

"I love you too, Baby, and I'm proud to teach you everything you need to
know so you can protect yourself from the most dangerous disease of
all."

"What's that, Daddy?  Aids?"

"No, Kitten ... ignorance."

From somewhere else in the universe and through someone else's eyes I
saw my right hand tilt my daughter's face up and her lips come forward
until we were locked in a very long, slow, gentle, and erotic kiss.
What was supposed to be my teaching her how to have digital orgasms had
evolved into my pressing my lips to my daughter's mouth so I could teach
her what I knew about kissing.

Megan seemed to pick up everything I taught her very quickly, and before
I'd realized it we were playing with each others' tongues in a tender
duel of lingual affection.  Rather than seem like a game to her my
daughter accepted what I was doing as instructional.  The fact that I
was genuinely enjoying myself as we kissed didn't fill me with an ounce
of shame at all.

In the middle of our first fifteen minute long kiss my right hand
ventured under her body and between her thighs.  I could have slipped my
middle finger between her plump nether lips and masturbated her without
having to watch, but Megan must have had other ideas, because she broke
our kiss and lifted herself off my body a little bit.  What she said
next confirmed she was an earnest pupil.

"Can I watch how you do it, Daddy?  I wanna do it right after you show
me a few times."

A few times?  She was already confirming that I was gonna have my hand
between her thighs a lot more often than I'd imagined.

"Sure, Baby.  Why don't you go ahead and sit up so you can see
everything?"

"Kay."

It took her a few moments to coordinate her movements because of how
tired she was, but she eventually assumed a sitting position and splay
her thighs apart wide enough for us to see every feature of her vulva.
Since I was her teacher it was imperative to make her learning session
one that would be complete and accurate.

"Stay right there, Kitten.  I'll be back."

"Don't go, Daddy!!!"

I leaned into her, kissed her, and then whispered into her mouth.

"I'm not going to leave you, Baby.  You're at a very special crossroads
in your life, and I want to make sure you have an opportunity to learn
as much as you can and as accurately as possible."

"What are you gonna do, Daddy?"

"I'm gonna get something from my workbench?"

"A tool???"

I smiled, kissed her again, and then held her face as I spoke into her
mouth again.

"It will make sense as soon as you see it, Kitten."

"Kay."

Fifteen seconds later I was holding a flashlight in one hand, had Megan
control a circular mirror in one of hers, and I was using my thumb and
middle finger on my free hand to tug her vulva apart where her clitoris
was hiding so I could show her what we were going to be exploring for a
few hours.  The moment I stroked her clit with the tip of my index
finger I whispered.

"This very sensitive bump right here ... "

The instant my finger applied light pressure to her nubbin she hissed,
dropped the mirror, and grabbed my hand.

"OH, DADDY!!!"

"Did I touch you too hard, Baby?"

I knew better, but Megan needed to be in control, even if my caress
wasn't enough to distort her clitoris a millimeter.

"NOOO!!!  It just felt so super tingly when you touched it."

"I don't have to touch it if you don't want me to, Kitten."

"NOOOO!!!  I *want* you to touch it, but ... the feeling is so strong
I'm gonna need to get used to it first.  I know I'll get used to it
after you rub it nice and slow for a super long time."

It appeared my daughter and I were more alike than we realized.

"We'll go slow, Angel.  Tell me when you're ready."

"Do it again, Daddy ... please?"

My digit was placed close to her clitoris, I watched her face, and in a
slow and confident pace I drew my fingertip to my own twelve year old
daughter's tender and aching nubbin.  The second time was easier on her,
although she was beginning to tremble and her thighs twitched.  My
little girl was going to be a walking cum factory if she wasn't able to
get a handle on her own nubbin, so to speak.

Using a very slow and light touch I crested and then began to circle her
clit, my caresses much softer than required to stimulate her to orgasm,
but firm enough so she could enjoy a gentle man's touch.

For almost ten minutes I drew a series of circles, squares, triangles,
and figure eights over, around, beside, and onto her clitoris.  The
whole time Megan was whimpering, moaning, and gripping my arm tight
enough to really hurt with her head back and eyes closed.  Since I'd
strayed from my course outline I decided to bring us back and teach her
about her body rather than just molest her.

"Kitten ... you need to hold the mirror and look, Baby."

"I ... I ... I can't, Daddy!  It feels so good all I wanna do it sit
still and let you help me feel good."

"I tell you what.  Why don't we slow down for a minute so you can rest,
and we'll try something else?"

"NOOO, Daddy!!!  Please don't stop."

I was beginning to understand a little of what my wife might have hinted
at, because my precious preteen was far beyond logical thought once her
clitoris was being explored.

"Come on, Megan.  In order for you to learn you have to pay attention."

"Nooooo."

In order to make it worth her while I decided to offer a compromise.

"Okay ... I'll give you a nice long cum if you want, but only after you
pay attention."

"As long as I want?"

She must have taken me literally, but who was I to argue?

"As long as you want.  But you have to remember we're gonna go out
tonight, and you're gonna have to get all cleaned up and dressed for
your date in a sexy outfit, and if we take too long we won't have a
chance to have a nice dinner and then maybe have some fun afterward."

"I don't care, Daddy.  As long as you're here with me right now and
making me feel good this is all I want."

Yeah ... I hated to admit it, but apparently Megan's desire for orgasms
was so strong she'd lost sight of our original goal.  The fact that we
were supposed to be working out to improve her figure was also something
that had been forgotten, but we could always work on that later.

In my typical 'daddy' voice I spoke in a low tone that hid none of my
frustrations.

"Mehhh-Gannnn!"

She flinched, her eyes came open, and she was staring into my gaze with
an expression that couldn't be disguised as anything but attentiveness.

"Just for a little while, Kitten.  I'll give you a nice cum in a minute,
but I need for you to pay attention, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy.  I'm sorry."

I leaned forward, gave her a loving kiss, and then smiled at her.

"It's okay, Kitten.  I know this is all very new to you, and in order
for it to mean something special I need to remember to go slow and
listen to what you're telling me."

The reverse psychology worked, and with a lot more determination than
she had just a minute before Megan picked the mirror back up, centered
it between her splayed thighs, and then looked down her body at the
reflection of her vulva and clitoris as I tugged her labia apart.

I might have taken a little longer than was absolutely necessary, but
she looked, learned, and became aware of every feature of her genitalia,
including a very slow and tender exploration of her vagina and the taut
but flexible membrane of her hymen.  The fact that I had the first
segment of my middle finger inside her tight vagina and she was rocking
her hips into my hand after she'd learned enough about her clitoris
could have spelled our shared doom, but all it took was for her to
whimper and beg for me to let her have what no other man on the planet
would afford her, and that would be a virgin finger-fuck while rolling
her clitoris around, and leave her untainted by the end of the ordeal.

"Oh Daddy!  That feels so good!  Please don't stop for like forever!"

My little girl was a moaner and squealer, and by the time her next
orgasm poured forth the full length of my middle finger had disappeared
inside her vagina, her hips were bucking, and she was rolling her pussy
around onto my hand while my thumb pressed against her clitty as if she
was trying to crush something on the cushion.

Megan bucked, stuttered, jumped, twitched, and gyrated out of control as
the fullness of her second orgasm washed through her chubby body, and I
was glad to be the one who helped her have a greater appreciation for
her own body in the safe and comfortable surroundings of her own home.

At the moment of her greatest sensory pleasure she went rigid, silent, I
saw her body tilt forward five, six, seven, eight times, and a second
later every muscle in her lovely chubby frame went slack except for the
grip inside her vagina.  I could actually feel her vaginal muscles try
to milk my finger as if it was something a bit longer, bigger around,
and might enjoy the sensation more than my digit.  Just as she had
before Megan passed out and nearly tumbled to her right side on the
couch.  If she kept fainting each time she had a nice cum it might take
a month to teach her everything she had to know, even if we never took a
break.

While her head was tilted to the side against my left shoulder and with
her legs pushed as far apart as I could get them without hurting her I
fingered and played with Megan without any reluctance or regard for what
my wife would think about what I was up to.  At that moment and as long
as Megan was unconscious I was going to sample from her tight wet grip
and perv over my little girl.

I don't know what spurred me to think about it, but her comfort and our
surroundings needed to be protected, so I removed my middle finger from
the hot coral depths of her virgin need, broke the wicked grasp I had of
her vagina and clitoris, carried Megan to the ground floor bathroom, set
her naked bum onto the potty, and must have been having a string of good
luck, because she immediately emptied her bladder for what seemed like
the next minute and a half.

A quick glance at my watch confirmed we were going to need to end our
day's session about sex education, so after she was dabbed dry I carried
my daughter to her bedroom upstairs and lay her down on her bed naked.

Her clothes and mine were retrieved from the basement, all of our
supplies put away, and then I returned to find my little girl still out,
but her right hand was between her thighs and her middle finger was
tucked between her plump nether lips.  Megan was going to be a sex
addict if I didn't help her get a grip on her needs.

It took a while and some determined efforts, but I was able to keep her
hand out of her crotch long enough for her to wake up and see my sitting
on the edge of her bed smiling down at her.

"Hi, Kitten.  How do you feel?"

"Oh, Daddy.  I feel so super tingly right now."

It might have been a strong method of gaining her attention, but any
pretense needed to be dropped in favor of the sting of cold hard
reality.

"Are you gonna be a skank 'ho' and a slut, or are you gonna help me get
a handle on your need for millions of orgasms each day, Kitten?"

The fact that I called her 'Kitten' must have eased her mind, in spite
of the brash manner of my query, and she giggled and caressed the left
side of my cheek with her right hand.

"Tee-hee.  I'll be *your* slut if you want me to be, Daddy."

"Easy there, Chief.  I know you and I now have a very special
relationship, but I have no desire to turn you into my little whore."

"I know, Daddy.  But ... the way I feel right now I'd let you do
anything you wanted to with me ... even what you used to do with ... "

She clamped her right hand over her mouth, opened her eyes wide, and
stared up at me with an expression of horror.

That's when I realized that my 'affair' with Kally wasn't nearly as
private as I'd hoped.  To be absolutely sure I pushed Megan for more.

"Finish what you were going to say, Megan."

"No, Daddy.  You'll be mad at me."

"I'll be mad at you if you *don't* finish.  Now, tell me."

She hesitated, obviously reluctant to share what she knew, but I kept
staring hard into her eyes and knew not to back down.  By the time she'd
crumbled she tugged my left hand onto her pussy and was trying to
distract me with the elegant feel of her bald and fat vulva.

"I know you didn't want nobody to find out, but ... I saw you a couple
of times with Kally."

I felt my whole body come alight with intense heat as if I'd stepped
into a huge pizza oven with flames all around me.

"What did you see, Kitten?"

Again, using the 'kitten' reference in a low voice that hinted I liked
where she put my hand seemed to ease her mind a little, and without too
much of a delay she continued.

"You had your face between her legs, and she was moaning and calling
your name, and it looked like she was having a good time like I was a
little while ago."

"Have you told anyone about that, Megan?"

"No, Daddy.  I've kept it a special secret."

"Why, Honey?  Why did you keep it a special secret?"

"Because I knew you needed to have some fun for a little while, 'cause
Mommy just doesn't love you like that no more."

For my own daughter to see that far into the relationship with my own
wife hurt, but it also proved that my wife was obviously holding back
her sexual favors.

"And you didn't think it was nasty or wrong for your father to do those
things with a young girl?"

"Kally was having a good time."

"That's not what I asked you, Megan.  Did you think it was nasty or
wrong for me to have ... to have sex with an underage girl?"

She looked down at her hands as her fingers fumbled around below her
breasts.  Megan probably wanted to lie, but she also knew to be honest
about her discovery, because even in turmoil honesty is the better
policy.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you didn't hurt her or make her do anything she didn't want
to."

"How many times did you catch us doing stuff?"

"Just a couple."

"Then how do you know I wasn't hurting her or making her do anything
that she was uncomfortable with?"

"Because one time when you didn't know I got home early I was listening
outside your bedroom door when you and Kally were talking."

"What did we say?"

"I dunno.  Mostly sexy things about how she liked you to do things to
her and how she liked you ... loved you so much 'cause you treated her
better than any of the boys in school, and then how much she liked for
you to ... "

"What, Kitten?"

" ... to lick her."

"You don't think it's nasty for a man to lick a girl between her legs?"

"No.  If it feels as good as your finger, then I'd want you to do that
to me like forever."

In spite of how easily Megan could blackmail me I had to smile at what
she'd shared.  I then shared a little more than I should have while I
strummed her slick vulvar crease, but I was already in over my head, and
I had nothing else to lose anyway.

"Well ... to be perfectly honest a tongue feels *much* better than a
finger or thumb.  I'm sure if you could talk me into it I'd probably
have my face glued to your pussy all the time so I could give you
mountains of pleasure."

"Daddy!  You ... you ... would you really lick me that much?"

"I'm not gonna lie to you, Kitten.  If I could I'd probably spend so
much time trying to give you lingual orgasms that you'd eventually get
sick and tired of me perving over you and you'd call the police on me."

"NOOOO, Daddy!  I'd never call the police on you.  Besides ... you've
been super gentle and haven't tried to make me do nothing I didn't want
to.  Isn't that what you told me one time meant that you loved someone?"

"Yeah ... I think I remember telling you that."

"Then ... I want you to lick me as much as you want to, Daddy.  If I
have cums as good as the first two or three today, then I'd want your
face between my legs all day long."

"My, my, my.  It sounds as if my little girl is a nasty little thing."

"I'm not nasty, Daddy.  I just wanna do things that make you and me feel
good, that's all."

"And how do you wanna make *me* feel good, Kitten?"

"Can ... can I touch you too, Daddy?"

"Sure, Baby.  But you're gonna have to take it out.  I'm not going to do
anything, because I want this to be something you have full control of."

"So I can touch you as much as I want, and you'll lick me at the same
time?"

"Sweetie ... if we do that I might coax you to do something you're not
ready for."

"You mean, like ... suck on you too?"

"I guess I can't hide anything from you anymore, can I, Kitten?"

"I saw Kally doing that to you too, Daddy.  You really looked like you
enjoyed her mouth on your ... cock, and she really liked doing it a
whole bunch, didn't she?"

"Yeah ... Kally really is a little cum slut."

"Tee-hee.  Now you and me have even *more* secrets, don't we, Daddy?"

"What do you mean, Kitten?"

"You and me both know that Kally is a little cum slut."

I had to chuckle at the way she expressed such a wicked idea so
casually, and I could sense a level of relief inside my daughter because
I was allowing her to use 'naughty' words in my presence.  It appeared
that Megan got a thrill from saying lots of those forbidden words right
in front of me, and if it made her feel better or coaxed her to let go
so we could venture down our own private road of lust, then why should
I restrict her need to whisper a few nasty phrases once in a while?

"Yeah ... that is a rather special secret, isn't it?"

"Uh huh."

"What other special secrets do we have now, Megan?"

She looked down her body, fumbled with her fingers for a moment, and was
barely able to whisper a reply.  The sound of her orgasmic dew on my
fingers as I molested her might have been a pleasant distraction for a
moment, but Megan smiled, kept looking down at her hands or maybe my
fingers while I fingered her, and then spoke with a smile on her face.

"My daddy likes to fuck young girls, and give them lots of licks, and he
likes to let them suck on his ... cock ... and ... "

"Yes, Baby?"

" ... and I want him to do all those things with me now."

As the last word left her lips she looked up into my eyes and must have
been waiting for me to either slap her silly or leave the room in
disgust.  The fact that I kept caressing and fondling her vulva with my
left hand while I rolled her left nipple around with my right proved I
wasn't quite as offended as she might have suspected.

"Are you sure you want that kind of relationship with your own Daddy,
Megan?  It's gonna get pretty complicated around the house once we start
doing things like that.  If your mom or brother ever found out that you
and me were special lovers they'd get pretty freaked out, and they're
both gonna notice pretty soon that we're looking at each other like a
couple of horny ... teens."

"Nobody has to know, Daddy.  Can we ... please?"

"Why don't we get cleaned up, dressed, go have a nice dinner out, and
then we'll talk about it more when we get home."

"Noooo, Daddy!  Just for a little while, please?"

"Are you gonna be able to stop right in the middle of something good in
a little while?"

"I'll try, Daddy, but the tingles are just so strong right now that all
I wanna do is be your nasty little girl and make you do lots of naughty
things to me too."

"What would you like to do, Baby?"

"Can you teach me how to ... to give you cums too?"

"How, Kitten?"

"Well ... with my hands first, and then ... "

"One of the things you need to know is that men are built *very*
differently than women."

"What do you mean?"

"Women can have cum after cum after cum without stopping or feeling bad,
but men can only have one at a time, and then we need to wait for a
little while to recharge our batteries."

"Tee-hee.  Are you kinda like that little pink bunny?"

"Yeah ... pink.  But only if that pink bunny wants to do lots of nasty
stuff to his little girl."

"Oh, Daddy.  I wanna make you feel so good."

"Then ... let's agree on a stopping time so we can still go out, okay?"

"Kay.  Is an hour enough time?"

"My gosh, Kitten.  An hour is *plenty* of time for your poor old daddy.
I haven't been able to enjoy myself for that long in ... "

Megan looked into my eyes, blushed, grinned, and then whispered what we
both knew was her best chance at extortion.

"Since Kally and you did it a lot, Daddy?"

"Yeah ... since Kally became your daddy's playmate."

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Are you gonna be looking for other junior high playmates from now on?"

I had to smile at my daughter and slip a wayward digit into the plump
cleft of her vulva so I could bring her down a little bit.  Rolling her
clitoris might have been a perverse way of taking control of my own
daughter, but Megan didn't seem to mind too much.  For her to push up
into my touch proved that.

"You already getting jealous, Kitten?"

She shivered, looked down, shrugged, and then back up.

"You're jealous of Kally, aren't you, Megan?"

"Uh huh.  I don't like other girls doing things for my Daddy now that
he's mine."

"Oh, ho, ho!  Yours, huh?  That didn't take very long."

"Please, Daddy.  I don't want no more skank ho's like Kally being naked
for you and making love to you.  That's my job from now on."

I leaned over her body, kissed her mouth in a very slow and loving
manner, and then whispered into her lips.

"Be careful what you ask for, young lady.  Being my mistress is gonna be
fun, but it will also require you to be loyal to me, be obedient, and do
things that might scare you.  Just because I've been gentle at first
doesn't mean that I'm like some little boy who doesn't know anything
about sex.  There are still plenty of hidden secrets inside my head that
are sure to frighten you."

"I don't care, Daddy.  I'll do anything that you ask me to."

While I stared into her gaze I saw a level of permissive acceptance that
had no equal, and she truly seemed to understand what she was saying and
offering me.

"You really would do anything I wanted, wouldn't you?"

"Uh huh.  I love you with all my heart, and I can't imagine any boy or
man in this whole world who'd be as gentle with me as you've been."

"Well ... part of that is because of who you are, Kitten.  Besides
being a very sexy little minx you're also my very own little girl, and I
have to be absolutely sure to take good care of my single best creation
in my entire life."

Her grin grew in size until her whole face seemed to explode with joy.

"You really love me, don't you, Daddy?"

"Yes I do, Baby.  I love you far more than you could imagine.  Now that
you and I have a special and very secret relationship I love you even
more, and I'm gonna be just as protective of you as you think you wanna
be with me.  Remember when I was talking about some other lucky daddy
doing things and teaching things to my little girl?"

"Tee-hee.  Yeah."

"It would drive me absolutely crazy if I ever found out that another man
got to enjoy your body and gave you all the love that I've been secretly
holding deep inside my heart."

"Kew-wull!  My Daddy's in love with me for real, and he wants to protect
me and is super jealous of any guy who wants to be naughty with me.  And
besides all that ... my Daddy's a real life pervo ... and I like it."

"Just don't take advantage of that information, Megan.  Girls have a bad
habit of abusing the affections that boys offer them, and our love would
be destroyed if you treated me like some stupid little boy in school and
made a fool of me."

"NOOOO, Daddy!  I'll never treat you all dumb like some of the girls at
school do to *their* boyfriends.  I love you too much."

"Good.  I hate the idea that you'd use me and treat me like some dumb
cock when all you wanted was a new cell phone or something."

"That's mean, Daddy!  I've seen what happens to boys when some girls do
that to them, and I hate the girls for being mean like that.  There's
this one boy I knew who was all super sweet and nice and stuff, and this
one girl pretended to like him just so he'd buy her stuff, and after a
while she just dumped him.  He was so sad and hurt that he ... "

"Was that the Wilkinson boy ... Robert?"

"Yeah.  I wish he didn't kill himself, Daddy."

"Like I said ... girls can be pretty cruel at times, so please don't
ever treat any guy like that, okay?"

"You're the only guy I'll ever ... I mean ... since you and me are
gonna be special lovers and stuff from now on, I won't need no other guy
no more, okay?"

"Are you sure, Megan?  People are gonna notice you looking at me or
maybe even hear you make little comments about your secret boyfriend
every once in a while.  It's inevitable that a little bit of our
relationship is gonna slip out."

"Then ... I don't care, because nobody ever cared as much about me as
my Daddy, and I'm gonna love my Daddy as much as I want to and in *any*
way I want to for as long as I can."

"You really love your Daddy, don't you, Kitten?"

"Daddy ... I love you more than you could ever know.  Even ... "

"What, Baby?  Tell Daddy."

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Will you ... will you be my first?"

I felt a wave of heat wash through me at the sound of those words, and I
hungered to have evidence that I took my very first virgin ... my own
daughter.  But in order to 'seal the deal' and make absolutely certain
we were thinking along similar lines I needed for Megan to tell me
exactly what she was thinking and what she wanted me to be the first in.

"Your first what, Baby?"

She looked down her body, took a few peeks at my right hand and fingers
as I played with her left breast and rolled her nipple around, and then
spoke in such a soft tone that I couldn't hear her at first.

"Luhr."

"What did you say, Kitten?  I didn't hear you."

She blushed, shivered, and then looked up into my eyes just before her
lips began to move.  I craved the next utterances out of her mouth like
the jackpot at the nearest casino.

"I want you to be my first lover, Daddy.  Will you teach me?"

I lowered my face to hers with a broad smile covering my countenance,
kissed her for about a minute, and then leaned back just enough to look
into her eyes while I kept touching and fondling her.

"I'd be honored to be your first lover, Baby."

She immediately flung her arms around my neck, pulled me tight to her
body, my face alongside hers, forced my nose into the pillow she had her
head on, and seemed to want to merge her bare flesh with mine.

"Ohhh, Daddy!  I've never been happier in my whole life.  Thank you for
making me feel so good."

It was uncomfortable for me to have my face pressed so hard into her
pillow, but her emotional comfort was far more important than my
physical one, so I endured the pain and accepted it as partial payment
for what I'd already done, and for what I was being asked to do.  The
fact that I had my left middle finger teasing at her vaginal opening
again and was rolling her clitoris very slowly with the face of my thumb
might have had some bearing on how we both felt.

We remained on her bed with my face pressed into the pillow next to
hers, my left hand cupped over her vulva, my left middle finger as far
inside her tight virgin pussy as I could get it, the face of my left
thumb over and around her clitoris, my right hand cupping and tweaking
her left titty, and the full weight of my body over hers for quite a
while.  Only after Megan had deemed it long enough began to push against
my shoulders to force me back a little.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"Do we still have time to do some stuff ... you know?"

"I think so, Baby.  What would you like to do?"

"Can I look at and touch you for a little while?"

"I think that's only fair, since I got to look at and touch you almost
as much as I wanted to for the last hour or so."

"Tee-hee.  I like it when you act like a perv, Daddy.  It makes me feel
all super sexy and stuff."

"Good!  I plan on making you feel super sexy and stuff quite a bit from
now on."

"Tee-hee.  I never knew I could feel this good like I do right now,
Daddy.  I don't know if you knew it or not, but I've been feeling pretty
bad for a little while ... since I kinda got ... chubbier."

"I'm sorry, Baby.  I should have been here for you a long time ago, but
I wasn't sure how you'd react if I ever tried to develop our personal
relationship into such an intimate one.  Most girls your age don't think
it's normal for their daddies to wanna perv on them, and they'd most
likely think he was super sick and call the cops or something."

"Well ... I guess, in a way, I kinda thought like that too, until you
showed me that my Daddy could love me in a whole way that's the most
tender and gentle and special way in the whole world."

"So you also thought it was kinda gross for me to look at you and have
naughty thoughts, Megan?"

By the way she averted my gaze and shrugged I could tell she believed an
incestuous relationship with her own father would have been horribly
crude and disgusting.  In spite of how much ground I'd gained something
inside me forced me to ask for information that I probably wasn't party
to little more than an hour or two before.

"When did you change your mind, Megan?"

"I dunno ... I guess about two years ago."

Whoa!  Not what I was thinking!

"What made you change your mind about me perving on you, Baby?"

She grinned, giggled, blushed, and then whispered.

"Tee-hee.  I dunno ... I guess when you saw me that one time in my
bedroom when I was all naked and had the door open a little bit.  You
kept looking at me like you couldn't take your eyes away from my tiny
titties and my ... pussy, and I felt something inside my body that was
the best feeling but also super scary at the same time.  I didn't know
why my body felt like that, but I wanted to feel it again for like a
million years, so whenever just you and me were home and you were in the
basement I'd make sure to run through the house to the washroom with
nothing on and held a towel in front of me a little bit.  I wanted you
to see me all naked so you could give me those secret tingles that I'd
never felt before."

"I think I remember you doing that, at least a few times.  It must have
been pretty disappointing for you that I didn't make a big deal about
you coming into the basement with just a towel to cover you with."

"Yeah ... a little."

"Kitten?"

"Uh huh?"

"It doesn't bother you that I used to want to look at you naked and have
lots of dirty thoughts about you?"

"NO!"

"How did it make you feel back then when I used to look at your titties
and butt and even a few times up under your short skirts?"

"I dunno ... kinda weird, I guess.  But not anymore, Daddy.  Now I want
you to look at me, and touch me, and kiss me, and do anything that you
want to with me."

"May I give you a kiss in two very special places before you see me?"

"Ohhh, Dahh-Deee."

I kissed her lips, sucked on her tongue for a moment to give her a hint
of what I was eventually going to be doing much further down, and then
left a trail of slow and soft kisses along her chin, neck, and across
her chest until my lips took control of her right nipple.

She sucked in a huge gulp of air, hissed like a snake as she breathed
in, and then held my head to her naked breast.  She then repeated what
she'd last said.

"Ohhh, Dahh-Deee."

I probably could have spent the rest of the night just suckling on her
elegant and very sensitive nipple, but there was this one place that I'd
had a recurring and immoral dream I might one day be able to enjoy.

The moment I relinquished my control of her erect and aching nipple she
grunted, moaned, and tried to force my mouth back into place.  The
moment I began to flick my thumb back and forth along her tight pussy
cleft and wiggled the tip of my finger back and forth at the entrance of
her vagina she arched her back, splay her thighs, pushed her hips up to
invite further abuse, and must have realized where I was headed.  Her
hands released my head and I actually felt her pushing my face down her
body rather than keep my mouth locked onto her right breast.

The anticipation was delicious and Megan was panting as if she'd been
running a marathon.  She seemed to enjoy the way I was 'teaching' her,
but her hands pushing against the top of my head proved that she was far
more interested in pleasure than patience.  By the time I'd kissed
around her silken tummy a few times and was far enough down to feel her
plump Mons Veneris with my chin I knew how I was going to treat my
little girl for as long as she'd let me.

Her aroma drew me in like a natural pheromone, akin to a blind moth
finding its mate in the middle of the South American rain forest at
night.  It didn't take long for me to follow the scent of her arousal
until I began to place a series of torturous little kisses right over
her vulvar slit.  In spite of my need to go slow and give my daughter a
chance to understand and comprehend what was happening to her body she
couldn't resist and tugged my mouth into place against the saddle of her
plump pussy.

In one long, slow, and wide lick I stole as much of the oily salve as
she'd created.  Her immediate reaction was for her hips to lunge up into
my face, her thighs to grip my head, and her hands to pull my mouth even
tighter into her plump bald charms.  I could have lingually masturbated
her for the rest of the evening, but each step of her 'training' needed
to be taken slowly so she'd be able to handle it.

What I'd believed was her inability to move because of how immoral my
deed was immediately changed, because while I was delving with light
licks and gentle kisses between her thighs her hands were busy trying to
pull my body around so my hips were closer to her pillows.  It took some
real effort, but she was eventually able to shift me close enough so she
could pull my gym shorts and jock strap off.  All she had to do was
twist a little bit to her left, pull my body further onto her bed, and
then bring my cock to within a foot of her face.

Still panting and whimpering she began to grip and explore the full
length of my penis, each of her movements erratic and uncontrolled, but
her determination to touch me driving her to encompass as much of my
manhood as she hungered for.  For some unknown period of time she kept
examining and fondling me, her eyes most likely stealing as much of the
view as they could, and her small hands and chubby fingers trying to
caress and fondle every square inch of my masculinity.

The tingle inside my own body was beginning to have a negative effect on
me, and if she kept touching me in her preteen enthusiastic way I was
going to spray her nose, mouth, chin, and neck, so I repositioned my
body so I was lying a bit more comfortably over her left side, shifted
my mouth a little bit, slipped my tongue between her labia majora
directly over her clitoris, and then teased my lingual tool down.  The
instant her nubbin was being caressed by my tongue she spasmed, went
rigid for a moment, and then pulled my cock closer.  Before I could
enjoy what she was doing Megan had taken my glans into her mouth and was
frozen in fear.

The best thing for me to do was let her learn at her own pace, so while
I began to draw the alphabet over her clitoris with the tip of my tongue
my right hand ventured over her breasts and fondled her development.  It
didn't take long before my twelve year old lost any reluctance she might
have had, opened her mouth a little wider, and then relaxed her jaw
enough to permit a fair portion of my cock to slip within.  Rather than
fellate me in a skilled and confident manner as Kally had done Megan
just held my cock in her oral grip and seemed to want to wait.

It felt okay, but I needed more.  In spite of my desire to have her
learn as quickly as possible, though, the best course of action was to
let her gain her own understanding at her pace.  I drew my hips back a
little bit, she released my cock, but she kept her lips pressed to the
tip of my glans.  That was enough for me to enjoy the mental image of my
own daughter with her mouth against my penis, and without realizing it I
began to rock my hips and apply brief jabs to her lips.  That seemed to
be the perfect hint, and before too long she relaxed her jaw a little
bit and let me fuck the opening of her mouth with just the tip of my
cock.

Her reward was when I subdued her nubbin and even sucked on it, her hips
following the same sort of predictable and natural rhythmic undulations
as I teased and tortured her.  For untold minutes we used our lips and
tongues to learn about our new lover's genitals, and when I felt her
begin to gyrate under my face knew to give her the ultimate in fatherly
knowledge and experience.

All it took was for me to tease her vulva apart, suck hard on her clit,
and then rasp at my prize once it was as far between my lips as I could
get it.  Her enthusiasm and desire for pleasure was so one-sided that
she pushed against my hips, made sure she had enough room to breathe
without my cock in the way, and then began to wail and cry out.

"Dahhhh-Deeeeeee!!!"

That was my cue to give her an orgasm the likes she might never forget.

Her thighs gripped my head so hard I could feel my heartbeat in my ears,
my breathing was getting very difficult because of my collapsed airway
and my nose tucked between her plump butt cheeks, and I was beginning to
get a really bad headache.  But nothing would deter me from giving my
little girl the best possible first oral orgasm I could.  In spite of
the pain, the lack of oxygen, and the intense throbbing in my noggin, I
nearly chewed her clitoris off while lapping at it like a starving cat.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

When she screamed and went rigid I felt a wave of erotic lust and pride
pass through me, because I knew in a fraction of a second that I'd just
done something for my little girl that no other boy was capable of
offering.  My Megan just had an exquisite orgasm from the constant
lingual caresses of my tongue, and she wouldn't have to worry about
being raped once she fell faint.

Moments after her body was as hard as a block of granite she began to
convulse in rhythmic tremors, a natural cascade of lunges from her chest
to her knees that proved I'd stirred every nerve in her body to go into
complete overload.  Oh, how glorious it felt to keep my little girl at
the precipice of such wicked pleasure for so long, each of my nasty
licks and lurid sucks sending a cascade of unconscious and automatic
twitches through every muscle in her body.

Just as I'd suspected and as she'd done twice before, Megan was again
unconscious and her body completely at my mercy.  Since she'd finally
granted me permission to delve into her nether charms as freely as I
wished I let her clitoris go, leaned back, shifted back to my original
position along her left hip, sat up and over her body so I could see
everything under my control, and then splay her thighs as far apart as I
could.

Her labia majora were almost crimson from arousal and gentle abuse, and
the whole of her vulva was glistening with a sheen of my saliva and her
natural emissions.  But it was her precious treasure that urged me to
investigate further, and with some difficulty I worked my left hand
under and around her full left thigh, and then urged my thumb and index
finger to tease her labia open so I could look into her coral beauty.

There was no more beautiful view I'd ever seen in my life than at that
moment, her vaginal opening literally dripping with arousal, bright pink
with an intense hormonal flush, still twitching in brief tremors, and
delicious enough for me to want to take a bite of.  The urge was too
strong and the opportunity too easy, so I leaned forward, extended my
tongue, and then began to tongue-fuck my little girl.

The more I hungered for the easier it became for my lingual tool to
pierce her small but flexible opening.  It was as if I was drinking from
her pussy to extract the very magic of her youth and suckle from the
origin of life itself.  With her body still convulsing in brief lunges
and her thighs gripping my head once they came closer together I fucked
my daughter's vagina with my tongue and wanted to keep doing it for
days.

From somewhere beyond the intense lust of a man with a naked and nubile
prize like none other within my grasp was a sense of paternal loyalty
that forced me to stop abusing Megan.  I hated to break the seal between
her pussy and my mouth, but responsibility knows nobody's schedule, and
I withdrew while staring down at her precious beauty.

She was taken to the potty, peed, wiped, and then carried back to her
bed.  I could have returned to my lingual and labial feast, but I'd
promised her a nice date, and I needed to tone down my sexual hunger or
I might indeed rape my little girl.

She was held in my arms for a little while as we lay naked together, and
when she began to stir she tilted her head back just enough to apply a
few soft kisses to the underside of my chin.

"How do you feel, Baby?  Did I hurt you?"

In a pitiful whisper she was barely able to answer.

"Ohhh, Daddy.  I love you so much."

She was hugged a little tighter, and I responded in kind.

"I love you too, Kitten."

She waited a few moments and while caressing my more well defined chest
she kept her head against my body and whispered again.

"I didn't get to make you feel good, Daddy."

I almost wanted to laugh, but knew to keep from offending her.

"That's okay, Kitten.  We'll have plenty of time to do that some time in
our future."

"You're not mad, Daddy?"

"Mad?  Why would I be mad?"

"Because you didn't get to have any fun."

"You silly little moppet ... your naughty daddy was having a lot more
fun licking and torturing you with his tongue than you could possibly
imagine."

"You like to lick me like that, Daddy?  I thought you were only doing
that to make *me* feel good."

"Silly baby.  Your daddy gets a lot more pleasure from looking at and
licking your lovely pussy than you might believe.  If that's all I was
able to do for the rest of my life I'd die a happy man."

"But ... don't you want me to ... to give you pleasure ... to suck on
your cock, Daddy?"

"Of course I do, Kitten, but I won't expect it like some greedy boy.  If
you're willing to provide me with pleasure by fellating me "

"By *what*, Daddy?"

"Fellating me ... giving me a blow-job."

"Oh!  I never heard it called that before."

"The technical term for oral sex on a man is fellatio, and for a woman
or girl is cunnilingus.  As I was saying, if you'd be willing to give me
a nice blow-job then I'd eagerly accept it, but I won't demand that you
give one to me.  It has to be your choice, and you have to enjoy it or
it wouldn't be fun."

A little of her innocence peeked out a moment later.

"Will it get easier and be more fun after I learn how to do it?"

"Yes it will."

"Will I be a nice little cum-slut for my Daddy like Kally some day?"

I had to chuckle at her choice of words and attitude about something
that most couples don't take the time to talk about and few fathers ever
dared spend time sharing with their daughters.

"If you want to be, but you've got to understand something else, Baby.
Some girls and women have a natural need to suck on a man's penis and
then to be willing to swallow his sperm when he ejaculates into her
mouth.  Not every woman ... in fact, *most* woman don't like that, so I
won't expect you to take on any of Kally's habits unless you really
enjoy and want it."

"I wanna do that for you, Daddy, but I just don't know how to do it
right.  Can I try again?"

"Not yet, Baby.  We need to start thinking about getting cleaned up so
we can go out.  You still wanna be my sexy date tonight, don't you?"

"Uh huh."

"Then ... I think you better consider covering your body, or I'm gonna
wanna tie you down and have you until I'm satisfied.  Like I told you
before, Kitten, your daddy is a real pervo, and once you let that beast
out he's gonna be a little hard to control."

"Are you ... are you gonna really wanna have sex with me all the time,
Daddy ... even if I don't want to?"

"No, Baby.  That's not fun, and I'd *never* force you to perform like
that.  That's called rape, and it's one of the most cruel things a man
can do to a woman, especially if he loves her."

"Oh, Daddy.  I can't believe just how wonderful I feel right now.  Just
this morning I was like super sad and wishing I was never born because
of how fahh ... chubby I am, but now I feel so much better and want to
give my whole body to you all the time like a little ... slut."

"That makes me feel so much better, too, Baby.  I'm glad you're finally
seeing things my way."

"Perv!"

"Careful ... my little slut.  I might start to teach you all about
bondage and tie you up so you can't resist me."

"Tee-hee.  Yeah, I was right ... perv!"

My right hand landed on her full bare bum with a bright smack, and the
impact resounded through the upper floor of our house like a gun shot.
After Megan yelped she cocked her right leg over my hips and began to
shift over me.  I probably should have stopped her, but I needed her to
make me feel good, even a little bit.

She might have expected me to stop her, but I had no desire to, and I
waited and kept looking toward her face in anticipation of a frightened
expression that hinted she wasn't ready to do what she might have wanted
to.  By the time she grew brave enough to stare into my eyes she'd
shifted over my naked body, centered her plump pussy over my hips, and
began to push down onto the back of my throbbing and erect cock.

"Are you sure you wanna do that, Baby?  I might not be able to stop
myself, and your first time needs to be slow and gentle.  I wanna take
our time and show you hours of loving affection and pleasure when I
become your first lover and you become a real woman.  Can we wait just a
little bit longer before we make love?"

"Oh, Daddy!  I feel so super tingly again, and all I want is for both of
us to feel good.  Please let me do it just a tiny bit.  We don't have to
do it for like a whole bunch, but ... just for a minute, okay?"

I knew better, because when I took my daughter's virginity it was going
to be a celebration in hedonistic and incestuous lust that was going to
last for hours rather than a few minutes.

"I tell you what ... I'll help you feel good, and you can help me feel
good too, and we can save your first time for when I can spend a few
hours showing you everything you need to know.  Would you like that?"

"Yeah."

"Then I want you and me to go climb into the shower together, and then
we'll play some and get clean at the same time."

"Really, Daddy?  I always heard that having sex in the shower is super
cool, and you wanna do stuff with me like that too?"

"Yes I do, Kitten.  But if I tell you we need to wait you've got to
listen, okay?  Promise?"

She hesitated for a few moments, looked between my mouth and my eyes,
and eventually nodded her head.

"I need to hear you say it, Baby.  You're an adult now, not a little
girl anymore."

"I promise we'll wait until we have lots of time so we can have tons of
sex and you and me can ... we can fuck the first time for like a super
long time."

Rather than slapping her face for uttering such a vile and nasty word or
concept I hugged her to me, kissed her nose, and smiled.

"Thank you, Baby.  I'm glad you're not going to be a reckless little
skank 'ho' like you said before."

She smiled, blushed, and then whispered something that hinted at her
desire for more than just a little petting and oral sex.

"Can I really be your secret slut, Daddy?  I promise I'll only do it
with you and won't tell nobody about our special secret."

"Are you sure, Baby?  Once you become my little slut I'm going to demand
things of you, I'm gonna treat you like a little whore, and it's gonna
seem like I'm all super bossy and stuff sometimes.  As long as you
understand that I'll always treat you with love and compassion, even
when I'm gonna be dominating you, then I'll let you."

"Can we do all kinds of naughty sexy stuff when we're by ourselves?"

"Only if you promise that we're gonna be proper and decent in public."

She thought about it for a few seconds, leaned forward to kiss me, and
then whispered into my mouth.

"I'm gonna be the best little secret slut for my daddy in the whole
world, and I'm gonna let him do whatever he wants to with me, 'cause I
know my daddy loves me and won't hurt me."

"I really do love you, Megan ... with all my heart."

"I love you too, Daddy."

"Let's go get in the shower so we can get clean and play a little bit."

"Tee-hee!  Kew-wull!"

I'd never walked through my own house naked with Megan around to find
out about it, and even before we'd stepped out of her bedroom she
stopped me, tugged on my hands, and pulled me closer as if to draw my
face to hers.

"What, Baby?"

"Daddy ... can I look at and touch you as much as I want now that you
belong to me?"

I had to grin like an imbecile as I whispered back.

"So ... I belong to *you* now.  I thought you belonged to me."

"Well ... we belong to each other, I guess, but now that you're not
gonna have any other girlfriends except for me you kinda belong only to
me now."

"I think I can accept that logic, Kitten.  Okay ... I belong to you,
and you belong to me."

"Can I, Daddy?"

"Kitten ... as far as I'm concerned you have the right to do whatever
you want with my body for as long as you wish."

In order to prove to her that I was serious I urged her to kneel at my
feet and then thrust my hips forward as if I was displaying my manhood
to my mistress for her approval.

"My penis belongs to you, my love, and you're the only woman who will
ever have it for as long as we're lovers."

"Tee-hee!"

Megan blushed, giggled, and didn't hesitate more than a second or two
before she extended one and then the other hand to begin touching and
exploring me.  What had been a few minutes of her sex education in real
time could have turned into her first class in being my sub if I didn't
move her along, so after she had a chance to grip and fist my cock a few
times and then kissed it once again I bent forward, slipped my fingers
around her upper arms, and then lifted her to her feet.

"Come on, Baby.  You can hold onto my cock ... I mean, your property,
all the way to the shower, and then you can do whatever you want to with
it once we get there."

"Kay."

Just as I'd suggested she wrapped the fingers of her left hand around my
dick as it led the way by about six inches, and she giggled as she
directed my movements as if my cock was a living joy-stick.  Come to
think of it, it *was* my 'joy' stick, and once Megan began to get more
comfortable with it, my penis would be her 'joy' stick too.

For the first few minutes after we got into the shower all she wanted to
do was kneel at my feet while she fondled and gripped my penis, her
fingers feeling every bump, ridge, and the flare of my glans, and the
way my cock throbbed to each of my heartbeats and even twitched when she
touched me just right.  It didn't take very long before she began to map
out my weak spots, and once she'd accomplished her mission she giggled,
stroked me a few times, and then rose to her feet while holding onto me.

"Thanks, Daddy."

"For what, Baby?"

"For letting me learn all about a man's penis."

"You're welcome ... and for the record you can keep learning as much as
you want to and as often as you want to."

"Perv!"

"Let's get your hair washed and then I'll apply your rinse."

She turned around with at least one hand trying to keep my dick from
falling off or flying away in some obscure direction, and once she
turned around leaned back just enough to accidentally direct the end of
my dick against that luscious long crease of her plump and sumptuous
ass.  She flinched and withdrew an inch or two, but I had other plans,
so I tucked my hands around her shoulders a little bit and pulled her
backward until she was guiding the tip of my cock between her cheeks.

"Hold me right there for a minute, Baby.  I won't do anything that will
scare you, but I need to feel how soft your luscious bum is."

"Kay."

In spite of what she'd done a few moments before she must have realized
that I'd wanted to tuck my cock into her supple cleft as far as I'd fit.
It took no more than a few forward urges for her to push the end of my
penis down until I slipped under and rubbed against her rosebud.  She
must not have anticipated what that could have felt like, because she
winced for a moment, but once I stroked back and forth a few times she
let go and arched her back so I had a lot more room to play.  In order
to help her feel comfortable I leaned forward, pressed my mouth to her
right ear, and whispered above the sound of the water.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Kitten, but I wanna try some new things with
you if you're willing."

"Okay, Daddy.  I know the stuff you're gonna do might seem scary at
first, but I also know you're gonna go slow and not gonna hurt me, so
I'll let you do whatever you want."

"Good girl.  Now ... spread your feet apart just a few inches, lift
your butt up just a bit, and then tuck my cock down under your pussy as
far as you want."

"Are you ... are you gonna fuck me now, Daddy?"

Something about the way she asked me that question seemed both perverse
and extremely erotic.  In spite of the crude nature of what had been
intimated and the brash manner of what the words might have sounded like
at any other time I craved her willingness to speak to me like that.

"No, Baby, but I'm gonna give you a nice feeling that might seem like we
were fucking.  Remember, if anything is too scary or hurts you need to
tell me right away, because I want everything we do to be fun."

"Kay."

Just as I'd asked she arched her back, pushed her luscious butt out a
little bit, spread her feet, and then reached between her legs from the
front and tugged my cock under.  For the first time in my life I had my
penis tucked along the snug grip of her vulva, and for the first time in
*her* life Megan was eager to feel a man's cock in such a personal
place.  Nothing could have been more beautiful to either of us at that
moment, and I wished it could last forever.

As soon as I felt the blistering heat of her vulva against the top edge
of my cock I almost lost it, but I had just enough composure to hold off
for a few more minutes.  Once I was as far under her pussy and forward
far enough so my glans was splitting her vulva between her vagina and
clitoris I whispered into her ear again.

"Put your legs together and squeeze my cock.  I'm gonna push back and
forth for a minute and rub us together."

In a breathy whisper she barely got one word out.

" kay "

Moments after her ankles were together and her thighs and labia majora
had a firm grasp of my cock I began a slow sawing motion into her butt.
Her fanny was so ample and soft that I was able to feel the warmth of
her flesh distort each time I pushed forward, and with my balls nearing
overload I reached around her body, slipped my right index and middle
fingers into her cleft, claimed her clitoris, used my left hand to play
with and explore her nipples, and then began to dry fuck my little girl
from behind.  Dry fuck wasn't an appropriate term at the moment because
of the water pouring down over my shoulder and onto her neck, but we
weren't actually fucking, so the general theme was false intercourse.

The hold I had of her breasts, nipples, and clitoris was nice, but once
she realized she was an equal partner in our fun she reached between her
thighs and under her pussy just enough to push the end of my cock up
into the tight fold of her vulva.  That forced my glans to rub against
her vaginal opening each time I shifted back and forth, and even though
she hadn't planned on it she seemed to like my dick being so close to
her developing womanhood.

Between the hot water coming out of the shower head, my copious precum,
and her vaginal lubrication we were wet enough for my penis to slip
along her tender and virgin orifice and nearly inside over and over
again.  She seemed to want to push us along toward her first fuck, but I
wanted to spend a whole day making love to my virgin daughter the first
time, so my right middle finger was worked down between my dick and her
tight slit.

The moment I was able to tease my digit inside her body she hissed,
clamped her legs together, and pushed into the invader.  It might have
hurt, but she didn't say anything.  That was my cue to encourage her to
let me know if I'd done something wrong.

"Too much, Kitten?  I can pull it out."

"NOOO, Daddy!  You can leave your finger inside my pussy.  It was just a
surprise for a second.  It's okay now."

"It hurt a little bit, didn't it?"

She hesitated, most likely because she hadn't done as I'd asked, but she
eventually nodded her head.

"You need to warn me, Baby.  I don't wanna hurt you, and if I do and you
don't say anything you're gonna get mad at me and you won't wanna play."

"Okay, Daddy.  I'll say something from now on."

"I'm gonna find out just how honest you're willing to be, Megan.  Stand
still, arch your back so your sexy butt is pushing toward me, and get
ready for a very new and different feeling."

"Is it gonna hurt, Daddy?"

"I don't think so, but you've just gotta relax and let me do it."

"Kay."

The moment she felt the end of my dick against her ass she hissed but
didn't try to push me away.  Since she hadn't said anything I began to
rock and wiggle the end of my cock against the strong grip of her tight
little pucker.  The instant the crown of my glans snapped past her snug
muscular ring we both flinched, but rather than complain Megan whimpered
and pushed back.  She was at that moment a fully consented partner in
our lurid and immoral union, and I knew there would be so much more.

With slow rocking movements I urged a bit more of my dick into the
silken vise of her tender fanny, and Megan began to match each of my
forward shifts with brief backward lurches of her own.  It might have
taken longer had she been horrified or reluctant, but once we'd crossed
that magic threshold of sexual impropriety that both of us had secretly
held safely in our own hearts for so long nothing was going to stop us
or slow us down.

Each time I pushed in and gained a little ground she'd grunt or moan,
but she wouldn't say anything, so I kept pushing into her and wasn't
going to stop until either she said something to limit my travel or I
had my dick as far inside her ass as I could fit.  The latter seemed to
be our mutual goal, because my lovely preteen daughter and chubby little
playmate kept pushing her butt into me and wordlessly asking me to take
everything that she had.

I became aware of just how flexible and permissive my little girl was
only after my cock was all the way in her butt, she was starting to rock
her ass back and forth onto me, and her demeanor changed just enough to
make what I was doing seem perfectly normal.  It was when she began to
speak in a husky and perverse tone that she became the young lover that
I'd always wanted.

"Yes, Daddy!  Yes!  It feels ... mmmmmm ... so good ... and so
nasty!"

The feeling was exquisite, and from the depths of Hell I was starting to
lose my grasp of glandular control, my balls aching, my cock throbbing,
and my strong need to cum forcing me to forget who was in front of me in
favor of achieving sexual nirvana.  But Megan needed to know more than
just her father's perverse need to fuck something young and tight, and
her pleasure seemed the perfect means to prove that our love was going
to be a mutual affair.

To keep all things fair in our sex I tried to block out my intense need
and desire to let go and have a supremely enjoyable orgasm and focused
on giving my twelve year old a nice little cum of her own.  One of her
erect nipples was rolled and tugged on with my left index finger and
thumb, my other fingers cupping as much of her lovely breast as could be
contained in my grasp, and then my right hand brought into play.  I'd
been fairly gentle with her clitoris up to that point, but the way her
body convulsed, the way she kept forcing her ass hard into my hips, and
the lurid moans and whimpers coming from her mouth encouraged me to
afford my young mistress a bit more sexual experience than she might
have considered before she fell into my arms earlier that day.

That aching bundle of nerves was rolled, flicked, squeezed, tugged on,
and generally abused with increasing determination and fervor until her
facade of control began to fall away.  Her whimpers became more pitiful,
her moans more carnal, and her voice started to sound as if she was a
little girl being spanked by a silken whip.  The moment her body began
to jerk around in erratic lunges both forward and backward I knew she
was at the cusp of release.  That was when I pulled her into me hard,
lowered my mouth to her right ear, and then filled her mind with things
that fathers aren't supposed to share while I filled her butt with my
throbbing cock.

"My baby is gonna have a nice cum, isn't she?  She wants to give her
daddy a sweet little orgasm and prove to him that she needs to have lots
of nasty play-dates with her naughty daddy as often as she can, doesn't
she?  My sexy little girl is gonna feel that wicked tingle take over her
body and fill every nerve and muscle in her system with a hunger that
nobody else can satisfy like her daddy.  She's gonna be daddy's little
slut, isn't she?  Daddy's gonna adore making love to his baby in every
way possible and as often as he can so he can show his sexy playmate and
new mistress that she's the most beautiful and most loving little
goddess in the whole world."

Her wails started a few seconds into my speech and didn't stop or come
down in volume or intensity until she locked up hard, her whole body
went rigid, and she stopped moving for almost four seconds.  Moments
after every muscle had been filled with a kind of energetic fuel to keep
her from moving she began to thrash and spasm as if she was having yet
another epileptic fit.  About once a second her frame seemed to be hit
with a sudden jolt of electricity and she'd wince in obvious pain, after
which she'd relax just enough to seem at peace.  That rhythmic dance of
hormonal fury kept waxing and waning over and over again for what seemed
like hours, but most likely only lasted a minute or two.

When I felt her legs quiver and she surrendered more of her weight into
my hands and cock I lowered both of us to the floor of my huge garden
shower until she was sitting back on my lap.  By the time we were as far
down as we could go my cock was still throbbing in her butt and she was
nothing more than a living bag of tired and very satisfied bones.

Even though I hadn't been able to share in her rapture by filling her
bum with my seed I still felt very proud and supremely satisfied.  We'd
have sex again, either anal or her first vaginal intercourse, so I'd be
allowed to celebrate in my own pleasure soon enough.  Besides, it didn't
feel so bad with my cock throbbing in her butt and my hands tucked into
some truly delicate and tender parcels of Heaven.

It took a while but I was eventually able to think about getting both of
us cleaned up.  The best method seemed to wash her body as she sat
unconscious on my lap with lots of perverse diversions to soap her up,
rinse her off, and then do the same for me.  The fact that I left the
areas between our legs untouched by soap for a while wasn't because I
wanted us to remain unclean, but because I loved the feel of her back
door muscles milking my cock for so long.

In spite of how easily it would have been to gain a measure of my own
wicked pleasure I disconnected from my unaware partner, carried her out
of the shower to the potty, waited until she finished, and then brought
her back into the warmth of the shower.  I then washed her clean, rinsed
her off, made sure her tender bits weren't damaged in any way, and
before I grew horny enough to plug her a second time turned the water
off so we could get dry.

She looked so precious lying naked in my arms when I carried her to her
bedroom.  I'd transported Megan in my grasp ever since she was a baby,
but staring down at her nude form as a plump preteen filled me with a
lewd sense of hunger and the certain knowledge that I'd have my face
tucked between her full thighs again before the night was out.  She only
began to stir after I'd placed her face up on her bed and I was sitting
along the edge while I pet and caressed her silken body.

"Hi there, Little One.  Decided to join me again?"

She grinned, shifted both arms over her head for a long stretch, yawned,
and nodded.  Megan looked so delicious I couldn't help but lean forward
to kiss one nipple and then a gentle suckle as if I were her over sized
infant son.

She immediately giggled, wrapped her arms around my head, held me in
place, and then whimpered at me.

"Tee-hee!  Mmmmmm, Daddy, that feels so nice.  I wish I could wake up
like that every day from now on."

My lips came away from her erect nubbin with a soft smuck, I tugged her
arms apart, leaned back a little, and looked down into her eyes with a
lurid stare that hinted at my desire to afford her that sort of greeting
for as many mornings as I could.

"We need to be careful, Kitten, 'cause I might just be tempted to sneak
into your bedroom every school morning so I could do just that.  I'll
bet your mom wouldn't like it, but I have a feeling you and I would."

"Tee-hee.  Yeah, she'd really freak if she found out you belonged to me
now and were supposed to give me lots of nice tingles from now on all
the time.  It would be so kew-wull to have my daddy give me cums in the
morning, and after school, and even at night when everyone else is
asleep.  Now that you belong to me I'm gonna make you ... fuck my butt
again, and then I'm gonna make you happy, Daddy."

I liked the way she'd claimed me, and as long as our relationship would
remain hidden I'd support my daughter's belief that she could command me
to do just about anything I wanted.

In spite of the tender moment it was necessary to get us moving.

"We need to get dressed so we can go out, Baby.  Is there something
special you'd like to wear for your daddy so he can lust over you and
wish you were naked, but still decent enough not to get me thrown into
jail just yet?"

"Tee-hee.  Well ... not really.  Most of the stuff that I have is for
school, and that junk is like super boring and stuff."

"Well ... then I guess we're just gonna have to borrow something from
your mom's closet, won't we?"

Her eyes went wide and I got the distinct impression that she'd seen a
ghost over one of my shoulders.

"You ... you'll let me wear some of Mommy's things?"

"Why not?  I told her that we were going out, and in order for me to
take my sexy mistress out on a proper date she needs to be dressed up in
a hot dress, naughty panties and bra, a pair of wicked stockings, and
some 'Come Fuck Me' shoes."

"DADDY!!!"

"What, Baby?"

Megan caressed the side of my face, blushed, tried to look into my eyes
but seemed to have a hard time, and then whispered as she peeked up into
my downward leer.

"You've never said stuff like that to me before."

"I know, but now that I belong to you and you belong to me we can say
all sorts of stuff that we never said before.  Now ... I wanna see my
sexy little mistress decked out in some nasty clothes so I can pretend
she's my nasty little slut."

"I ... I ... I can really dress up like that, Daddy?"

"Well ... only if you want to."

"YEAH!!!"

"Then ... "

While I hesitated I tugged her thighs apart, caressed her labia majora,
teased at her tight split until the tip of my finger gained a little
ground and disappeared into her vagina, and then ogled my own daughter
with an expression that could best be described as a man's desire to
rape a preteen.

" ... you better not let me keep touching you like this, or we're never
going to go out."

For Megan to arch her back, push down into my immoral touch, suck her
bottom lip between her teeth, and groan at me proved she might want to
forgo our date for an evening at home.  What she said next eliminated
all doubt.

"Dah ... Dah ... Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Can we just stay here all night and go out some other time?  I need you
to keep making me feel good just like that."

"You're not gonna be mad at your pervo daddy for wanting to keep you
naked and molest you all day and night long?"

"Tee-Hee!  Nooo *WAY*, Daddy!  This feels *great*, and I wanna stay
right here as long as I can."

Since she was lying back, her thighs were splayed, and her body was
exhibiting a strong need for yet another orgasm I lowered myself to the
floor, turned her body until her calves were hanging down over the side
of her bed, I shifted forward between her feet until my chest was about
to touch her bed, lifted her thighs over my shoulders, leaned forward,
and began to softly kiss and lick my own daughter's pussy.  The moment
my lips met her tender charms she reached around my head, gripped it
hard, pulled in, and then whimpered.

"Ohhhhh ... Dahhhh-Deeee!"

Rather than stimulate her to yet another mind-numbing orgasm I kept up a
slow and tender pace that ensured her pleasure would last for at least
an hour.  Her hands held my head in place, as if I might want to take it
away, her chubby fingers combed through my hair, her hips arched every
few seconds so she could push her pussy into my face, and she kept up a
low moan that sounded as if she was chanting a religious mantra.

For over an hour and a half I maintained a constant expression of gentle
lust with my lips, tongue, and even my teeth, and Megan never once
seemed the least offended by anything that I did.  In fact, when I
leaned back a little bit so I could peek over her pubic crown to check
on her she whimpered, held my head in place, made sure to pull my face
as hard as she could into her overabundant vulva, and proved that she
was as much a willing participant as I was.

"Noooo, Daddy!  More!"

No additional words needed to be shared after that, so I sucked on her
little clit, nibbled on it a few times, felt and heard her shudder, and
then resumed my incessant attack on her sexy twat.  It didn't take long
after that for both of my hands to venture up over her tummy and claim
her breasts and nipples.

Megan was in full sensory overload, and yet even while she was moaning,
whimpering, pushing up into my face, and pulling my head down into her
pussy she never let me slow down.  I reveled in her need and celebrated
in a kind of perverse incestuous pleasure that I'd never imagined could
feel so glorious.

I licked her clit, sucked on it, drew it as far between my lips as I
could, rasped at it with the tips of my teeth, and then allowed it to
snap back into place so I could do it all over again.  Since I had no
desire to overstimulate her and make her ask me to change where I was
playing I shifted my focus to her bald and fat labia majora, mouthed and
nibbled on each vulvar lip, rubbed my face back and forth against her
plump charms, and eventually needed for her to feel her own father lap
at her vagina like a dog in search of buried treasure.

My hands were pulled back, I lifted her thighs off my shoulders, set her
bare feet onto the edge of the bed so her knees were propped up in the
air, and then used both sets of fingers to tease her nether lips apart
so I could look within the majesty of a young girl in the middle of her
sexual development.

Megan never resisted a thing I did, and she even held her legs apart by
gripping her ankles with both hands.  She knew what I was doing and she
surrendered herself to any whim I might have had.

In the most carnal and yet tender manner possible I explored my
daughter's labia majora, clitoris, vaginal opening, and even her pursed
pucker in one long slow education session.  She might have been a little
embarrassed at my extensive research, but she never once hinted that I
was taking too may liberties with her body.  In fact, when I began to
tug her labia apart so I could see inside her body she moaned and
finally spoke.

"Ohhh, Daddy!  It feels so nasty for you to look inside my pussy like
that, but it also makes me feel so sexy 'cause you're being so gentle.
I never knew I could feel so great like this, and I want you to do
anything you want with me."

I looked between her chubby thighs, over her plump mons, and stared at
her face until she must have sensed I was looking at her.  The moment
our eyes locked I whispered to her.

"Are you sure, Baby?  Are you really sure you'll let me do anything I
want with you for as long as I want?"

My wife would have chastised me for sounding like a pitiful little boy
who wanted something just before Christmas, but Megan was far too
immersed in sexual pleasure to notice my immature demeanor.

"Daddy ... if you wanna pop my cherry, fuck me right now, and teach me
everything I need to know on the day I become a woman, then ... I wanna
be your slut all afternoon until you feel as good as I do."

"Are you sure you can handle something the size of my cock, Baby?  It
might really hurt the first time, and I don't like the idea of you
feeling any pain right now, especially after you've been feeling so good
for so long."

She lie still for a moment, and after she collected her thoughts she
looked me right in the eyes and shared more than I could have imagined.

"It's gonna hurt the first time whether some high school guy takes my
cherry in the back of his car for two minutes ... or my own handsome,
sexy, and loving Daddy makes love to me all night long."

She had a point, but if I wasn't careful I might let my small head do a
lot of thinking for me.  It might have been a bit too real at the
moment, but a question popped into my head, and I couldn't continue
until it spilled out of my mouth.

"Baby?"

"Uh huh?"

"Have you had your H-P-V shots yet?"

"My ... OH!  You mean my cervical cancer prevention inoculations?"

"Yeah."

"Uh huh!  Even though Mommy didn't want me thinking about having sex she
must have wanted me to be protected in case I was raped by some boys in
school."

Smart woman.  The fact that the child's father was considering sexing
his own daughter, *and* she was anxious for it, proved that a little bit
of prevention goes a long way to ease lovers' minds.

My concern that Megan might get cervical cancer if she had unprotected
sex before she was 'old enough' should have proved that both her mother
and I had our daughter's best interests and health in mind.  But with
both of us naked and me ready to attack my little girl she might have
seen me in a whole new light.  Since her eyes were locked onto mine,
there was a perverse smile on her face that hinted at intense need, and
she was tugging on any portion of my body to draw me closer I knew we
were going to do more than just talk about sex.

It was fractions of a second before I was about to get up off the floor
into a kneeling position so I could direct the end of my cock into her
coral charms that I heard my cell phone ringing downstairs in the
basement.  I took off naked down the stairs a lot faster than Megan
might have been prepared for, but she didn't try to stop me.

I could have twisted my ankles or broken both legs as I flew down the
stairs in my reckless pace, but I was able to find and answer my cell
phone before it quit ringing.  It might have been better had I not been
panting while holding the phone, but I didn't have enough time to regain
my composure before I looked at the name on the display.  It was my
wife.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Honey.  It's me.  Why are you out of breath?"

I had to come up with something fast, and the weightlifting and exercise
equipment sitting in the corner no more than a few feet from where I was
standing was the perfect hint.  That's when I remembered what had
brought Megan down into my private gym.

"Doing some time on the treadmill."

"Good lord, Steven ... I thought you were going to spend time with your
daughter today instead of trying to shape up to impress some college
girl."

Yeah, right.  A college girl.  If my wife knew just how young the hottie
was who'd had more than two dozen orgasms from my fingers, tongue, and
cock little more than two floors above the woman would have a heart
attack.  Then she would have hunted me down with a rusty knife.

"Ease up, Miss Insensitivity.  Megan has been with me the whole time
since we last talked, and she's been having a much better time with me
today than she has in a very long time.  I've been attentive, helpful,
we've talked about all sorts of stuff that's bothering her, and she's
falling in love with her daddy all over again."

It was only after I'd finished my brief monologue that I realized I
needed to engage a few more verbal filters before I talked to my wife.
The fact that she'd gotten under my skin and had me a little angry
wasn't going to bode well if I said anything more, so I grit my teeth
and tried to reconsider just how much I was going to share.

"Well, that's more like it."

It was apparent my wife liked the idea of me seducing and then having
sex with my preteen daughter ... at least that's what my hormonally
influenced brain was able to come up with.

That's when I queried about her interrupting a perfectly beautiful
moment between a father and his daughter moments before they had sex for
the first time.

"Why the call, Hun?"

"Well ... "

"Alll-right.  Come on ... spill it.  I get the feeling that you're
*not* trying to tell me something."

"Oh, good gosh, Steven.  All I wanna know is if ... "

Rather than finish her query she changed her tone and appeared to need
to inform me about something that I had no involvement in rather than
ask for permission or acceptance of what she wanted to do.

" ... the girls and I have changed our minds, and we're gonna take a
quick trip to this darling spa about an hour or so away.  We won't be
back until late tomorrow or the next day, so you're gonna be responsible
for feeding yourself and Megan.  I hope that isn't too much for you to
handle, Steven."

Not only was she going to give me all the room I needed to show Megan a
good time during her initial venture into womanhood, it sounded as if
the woman was hoping I'd try to put up some token resistance.  But there
was something about her statement about feeding myself and Megan that
seemed odd, and I just couldn't put my finger on it.

As the last of her statement spilled out of her mouth and rumbled around
inside my head I got the distinct impression that she was mocking me.
She was going to get a nice little surprise.

"Fine!  You wanna go lounge around like some princess or queen, that's
fine with me.  But I won't be footing the bill for your adventures with
the pool boy.  This little trip is coming out of your pocket, not what I
contribute to our household expenses and savings."

"Good lord, Steven.  You make it sound as if I'm gonna be spending a
million dollars or something."

"No, I know you're not going to be spending that much, and to be
perfectly honest I'm not the least upset about your wanting to relax
with your girlfriends and enjoy a little pampering."

Since Megan and I were going to be spending a lot more time together I
got an idea to make sure my wife would be fully occupied in her own
selfish delights.

"In fact ... rather than leave you with the impression that I'm some
greedy lout I'm gonna change my tune.  This trip is on me, and if you
wanna splurge a little and have some champagne, exotic chocolates, and
fine food, then ... I'll suck it up and pay for everything.  But that's
just for you ... not your friends."

"You ... you're really gonna pay for my trip, Steven?"

"Sure!  Why not?  You don't ask for too much, and I think you deserve to
be treated to a little decadent excess once in a while."

She remained quiet for a few seconds longer than I thought might be
appropriate, and before she said anything more I had to make sure she
was still conscious.

"Hun ... you still there?"

"Uhhh, yeah."

"Why so quiet?"

"Well ... to be honest I'm a little surprised at the moment."

"Really?  Why?"

"Because I kinda thought you might put up a lot more resistance.  I
guess part of the thrill was to do something that might have made me
feel a little guilty, and in a way ... in a way I wanted you to be
angry with me."

"Angry?  Why?"

She normally didn't like for me to ask so many questions, especially
when she was so defenseless, and I sensed she was in a far less
comfortable position than I'd had her in a long time.

Her tone changed to one I hadn't heard in a long time, and her voice
grew so soft I almost couldn't hear her.

"Well ... I thought you've been ... getting into shape because of
another woman, and I wanted to make you think there was another man in
my life."

I felt a wave of heat wash through my body, and I wasn't altogether sure
if I was offended or liked the idea that my stodgy wife was having an
affair with some other man.

"To be honest, there *is* another woman in my life ... "

She wasn't able to catch herself before she gasped, and I could hear her
exclamation of surprise over the phone.  But I wasn't finished with her
yet, and I had a cruel plan to torture my wife in a way that would serve
my needs much better than she could imagine.

" ... her name is Megan, Honey, she's twelve years old, and I love her
more than any other woman in the whole world."

The next gasp I heard came from behind me, and when I turned around I
saw my daughter standing naked at the top of the stairs, cupping her
right hand over her mouth, and looking at me as if she'd seen me fucking
her best friend ... or her best friend's little sister.

My wife quickly collected herself and proved she was as quick to offer
something as provocative as I was.

"Damn you, Steven.  I thought you were gonna tell me you'd been seeing
some college bimbo."

"Nope.  My perverse thoughts and lusty desires are only for my lovely
little girl."

"Stop that, Steven!  If she hears you she's gonna think you're some sick
pervert."

"I *am* a sick pervert, Honey.  Didn't you know that?"

Mocking her seemed to fuel her need to lash out at me, and for the first
time in a long time I wanted her to be angry with *me*.

"Steven!  Quit!"

In order to keep her off balance I decided to toss her a lit stick of
dynamite just to see what she'd do with it.  Normally she'd just toss it
back into my lap with another honey-do task after it exploded and ruined
the surroundings, but after I'd disarmed her a few times already I was
looking forward to some skilled banter.  Rather than try to do battle
with my wife over the phone I decided to take it down a notch, give her
a nice exit, and also see if she was as quick witted as she'd always
been.

"Oh, alright.  You win.  So ... are you gonna be meeting your boyfriend
at this spa?"

"I don't know if he's ... "

Before she was able to engage her mental filters she answered my query a
lot faster than she should have.  It was apparent she wasn't ready for
me to question her like that.

So, the truth was finally sneaking out, and I was able to coax it out of
my wife without her awareness.

After all the time I'd spent in my private gym trying to buff up so I
could impress some young hottie in junior high school it was my wife
who'd been able to secure her own lover on the side without any effort
at all.

Rather than sound mad I tried to leave my wife with the impression that
I was happy for her.

"I'm glad you're finally able to admit it, Honey.  I've been wondering
for a long time, since you don't appear interested in me anymore."

She remained quiet for a moment, and while my wife was gathering her
thoughts and strength Megan sidled up to me and was able to hear her
mother's voice in my cell phone speaker.

"You're ... you're not angry, Steven?"

"Angry?  Why should I be angry?  You're a grown woman and must have
needs that I can't satisfy.  Why should I keep you a prisoner in our
marriage and prevent you from having a little fun once in a while?"

"You ... you don't mind ... that I have a lover?"

"Come on, Honey.  We've been married far too long for me to be jealous
of another man making my wife feel good.  The only thing I'm gonna ask
is that if you *do* meet your lover at this spa that he pay his fair
share of the bill, okay?"

She hesitated for a few seconds, and when she began to speak it was as
if in a whisper.

"You're taking this awfully well, Steven.  I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything more, Honey.  As long as you're safe,
having a good time, and he treats you with respect and affection I can't
very well be angry."

"Then ... you'll let me keep my ... my lover?"

"Of *course* I will!  As long as you're happy and don't parade around
the house like some slut just to laud your sexual success over me, then
you can spend as much time with your lover as you want to.  All I ask is
that you help me maintain the house, keep our bills paid, treat our
children with decency and honesty, and keep your sexual exploits to
yourself.  I don't need to meet him, nor do I want you to brandish him
like some trophy.  I'm sure he's a nice guy and he'd appreciate some
polite consideration too."

"I ... I don't believe this."

"Why not?"

"Because ... because you've never been this tolerant with me before,
Steven.  For years I thought you've been trying to stifle me and keep me
from enjoying myself.  Now I hear that you're actually looking forward
to me having an ... an affair with another ... man."

"Why shouldn't I look forward to it, Honey?  As long as you're happy,
safe, and are treated well then I'm fulfilling what I promised on our
wedding day."

"Then ... "

"Look, Honey.  If you really wanna go spend the weekend with your lover
and enjoy some kinky monkey-sex with him, then screw his lights out and
have a good time.  Just remember to use a little protection if you don't
know who his partners have been over the last seven years."

Her silence was either because she was horrified, or she was trying to
think of a way to make sure I wasn't pulling her leg.

"Honey?"

"Yes, Steven?"

"You okay?"

"Actually ... I feel better right now than I have in a long time.  I've
been wrestling with this for a while, and now that you know about it I
feel as if the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders."

"I'm glad.  There's no need for you to feel guilty about something as
natural as sexual pleasure, especially if you have feelings for the
guy."

"Thanks, Steven."

"You're welcome, Honey."

Just before she was about to hang up my wife's mind went into overdrive,
and she must have assumed I had someone else on the side as well.

"Steven?"

"Yeah?"

She hesitated for a few seconds and then practically whispered three
words into the phone.

"Who is she?"

"My lover?"

"Yeah."

"My little girl."

"Stop it, Steven!  I'm serious."

"I am too.  Right now the only woman in my life, other than you because
of our marriage, is Megan, and I plan on giving her as much attention as
I can so she can grow up as a happy, healthy, and intelligent young
woman.  If you're worried about my having another lover you don't need
to.  Right now Megan is the only woman I want to share my life with."

"You really have decided to make her a part of your life, haven't you?"

"Yes I have."

"Well, it's about time.  That poor little girl feels awful about her
body, and she's probably all torn up inside because of her looks.  For
you to spend a lot more time with her from now on will help her in ways
that you couldn't possibly imagine.  I'm proud of you, Steven.  I'm glad
you're going to show your own daughter the kind of affection and
attention she deserves."

Apart from making our daughter feel better I got the impression that my
wife liked the idea that I was busy with paternal activities so I'd have
less time to go trolling for 'college babes' like she thought.  That
just made the reality of my having undressed and pleasured my preteen
daughter that much more special.

"From now on Megan will be my primary focus, Honey.  I'll be helping her
get into shape, I'll be buying her nicer clothes, special gifts, and I'm
probably going to leave a few of you women with the impression that
she's become my young mistress ... and I don't want *any* of you to
stifle either Megan or me if I decide to get her some outfits that will
make her feel better about herself, even if she wears some kinky stuff
only here around the house.  If she wants to wear some stuff like I've
gotten you in the past, then you're not to say anything to her *or* to
me, okay?"

"Ohhh, Steven.  Megan must be so happy right now.  If she knew what you
had planned for her she'd probably be jumping up and down."

All I had to do to confirm that was to turn a little bit and pull my
naked daughter tight to my body.  For her to slip her right hand down my
body and take control of my cock proved that she'd assumed her role as
the woman of the house, and she had a right to do whatever she wanted.

Since Megan had heard a lot more of my conversation with her mother than
the woman might have wanted to share without some preparation I probably
needed to talk to my daughter about our future as a family, because it
appeared Megan wanted to defy her mom by stroking and fondling my cock
with her mother on the phone with me.

No matter.  I knew about my wife's lover, Megan did too, and now we
could move forward.

"Have a good time this weekend, Honey.  Try to keep your spending below
your credit limit, but also enjoy yourself.  If your lover is half the
man I hope he is he'll be man enough to step up and share some of the
expenses."

"We can talk about that later, Steven."

"Have fun, then."

"Thanks, Steven.  I'm glad you're taking this better than I thought."

"No problem.  Bye."

"Bye."

Click.

The moment the call ended I had a crazy idea and decided to make sure
Megan and I were going to be alone as long as possible.

Without missing a beat I pressed the speed-dial button for Josh's cell
phone and held the small technological marvel to my ear while Megan
lowered her body to the floor until she was kneeling in front of me.
All I had to do was put my hand around the back of her head and offer a
light tug for my daughter to lean forward and take my cock into her
mouth.  Rather than hang limp and uninterested because of what my wife
had just admitted to me my cock was already erect and prepared for what
my daughter and I were going to be doing.  She hadn't gotten more than
my glans past her lips before my son answered.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Hey, Josh.  Look ... your mom has decided to spend the weekend out of
town with her ... friends at a spa.  She won't be back until late
Sunday night, so ... "

My son hesitated far longer than seemed normal, but I had no desire to
inhibit what he was going to say or how he might react.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Well ... I guess I'm feeling a little magnanimous right now, so why
don't you cut loose as well and spend the entire weekend with your
friends and party hearty?  As long as you don't drink and drive or get
involved in any drugs that you can't handle, then I guess it's time I
quit trying to keep you tied down like some ten year old.  You're
sixteen now, almost a man, and you should be able to enjoy your life a
little bit."

"Dad?  You okay?"

"Sure!  Never better.  Why?"

"Cuz ... I don't know.  I guess you've never been so quick to let me
hang with my buds for an entire weekend before, and I guess I'm a little
surprised, that's all."

"Well, to be honest, Josh, you're not a little boy anymore and will soon
be on your own.  You should feel a little bit of tethered freedom while
you can, because before you know it you're gonna have to work full time,
pay for a new car, an apartment or house, and most likely even a girl or
two.  It won't hurt for you to test your wings right now, as long as
you're careful and don't do anything really stupid."

My son's voice hid none of his feelings.

"Damn, Dad!  I'm not some stupid little twerp who's gonna get blasted
and knock up some wuh ... some girl I met at a party or something.
I've got enough common sense to use protection."

It wasn't what I expected, and his nearly saying 'woman' left me with
the impression that my son might have been a lot luckier than I'd been
at his age.

"Then we don't have a problem, do we?"

"Of *course* not!  I can take care of myself."

"Were you hoping for a long weekend with your buds before I called?"

"Well ... yeah.  I just wasn't sure how I was gonna ask you."

"Don't need to worry about that anymore, Josh.  Just have fun, don't
lose control, and enjoy yourself while you can.  All too soon you'll
find out just how painful life can be as an adult."

"Thanks, Dad."

"See you on Sunday, then?"

"Yeah!  Sunday."

"Bye."

Click.

Megan must have been waiting for me to finish my phone call, because the
instant she saw or heard me put the phone down on the shelf she slipped
her mouth as far down my cock as she could, moaned onto my penis like a
living microphone, and sent shivers up and down my body.

"Ohhhh, Baby!  That feels so damned good!"

What started as a timid and nervous experiment might turn into a few
hours of a wonderful learning experience, so I held my daughter's head
in my hands to stop her, coaxed her to remove her mouth from my cock,
and then smiled as I looked down at her.

"Why don't we take this to your room, Baby?  I think we can be much more
comfortable on your bed than this hard concrete floor."

As she fisted my cock and masturbated me back and forth with a long slow
jacking motion she smiled and tilted her head as she responded.

"Thanks, Daddy.  I'm glad you're gonna be my first lover, 'cause no boy
would think of making me feel good when I was gonna give him a blow job.
To be honest my knees do kinda hurt a little bit, and I guess it would
be nice to lay down on my own bed while I was sucking on your cock."

I reached down, lifted Megan into a standing position, claimed my cell
phone and the charger it came with, and walked next to my little girl
toward and then up the stairs.  When we got to the second set toward the
upstairs bedrooms I stopped and looked into my little girl's eyes.

"Would you like Chinese, burgers, or pizza?"

"Can we eat Chinese tonight, Daddy?"

All I had to do was scroll through my phone list and select our favorite
oriental place.  While I placed my delivery order I coaxed Megan the
rest of the way up the stairs until we were standing in her bedroom.

She must have been just as anxious to please me in her room as she had
been downstairs in our basement, because while I was confirming the
delivery address and phone number with the guy on the phone Megan knelt
down in front of me again, fondled and played with my dick, and then
wrapped her full silken lips around my glans.

It felt so special for my little girl to learn how to give me a blow
job, especially while I was on the phone ordering us some dinner, and
nothing in the world could ruin what we were beginning to share.  Her
lips seemed to melt my dick into her mouth like a bar of warm chocolate
left in the sun, and yet with each forward thrust and slow withdrawal
she kept me harder than I'd been in a long time.  My little girl was
going to be an even better cum-slut than Kally, and I felt proud that
she was all mine.

The moment the call was over I dropped my phone and charger onto her
bed, placed my hands along her ears, but didn't restrict her movements
as they went back and forth with each lunge and backward shift of her
head.  In spite of her inexperience Megan was growing much more
confident with each passing minute, and without realizing it she was
able to take a fair portion of my penis into her mouth.

"Ohhh, Baby!  That feels like Heaven.  I hope you're enjoying what
you're doing to your daddy."

She withdrew, kissed the end of my dick, smiled, and while fisting my
cock looked up at me.

"I always thought it would taste bad and gross me out, Daddy, but I
kinda like putting your cock in my mouth now."

"Really, Angel?  You don't mind?"

"Nuh uh!  Besides ... you've been so good to me with your fingers, and
thumb, and your tongue that I should show you how much I appreciate all
the stuff you've been doing for me.  Isn't that part of what love means,
Daddy ... for someone to be willing to give more than they get?"

"Yes it is, Baby."

She hesitated for a few moments, kept looking at my cock, then into my
eyes, then back at my cock again.  While staring at my penis and with
her thumb wiping a generous portion of my precum and her saliva over the
end of my glans she almost whispered to me.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"Has it been a long time ... since Mommy ... "

I could have answered her honestly, but that part of our life wasn't as
important as what Megan and I were going to be doing in an hour or two.

"We don't need to talk about that right now, Angel.  We'll have time to
explore all the more serious mental stuff that you want to after this
weekend, but for tonight, tomorrow, and a good part of Sunday you and I
are going to make love, and touch, and play, and learn all about each
other as much as we want to."

When Megan looked up into my eyes with an expression that made her look
as scared as she was the first day of school I knew her mind was flying
with all sorts of ideas.  If I was half the man she wanted me to be I'd
pay attention to what she had so say or ask, and I'd be absolutely sure
to allay all her fears.

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Before we ... you know ... do it ... have sex ... can we talk about
what Mommy said to you a little while ago?"

In order for her mind to be receptive and enjoy what we would be doing
for a few hours or possibly all weekend we needed to resolve whatever
was bothering her.

"Sure, Baby.  We can talk about anything that you want to, but before we
do why don't we get you standing up and facing me rather than staring at
my cock?  I might like to see you on your knees so I can coax your mouth
onto my dick, but if we're gonna talk about serious stuff, then you and
I need to be eye-to-eye as equal partners ... and lovers."

Megan lunged up faster than I'd ever seen her move, she wrapped her arms
as far around my body as she could, and then hugged me hard enough to
force the air from my lungs.  It felt good for her to give me that kind
of loving pain, and I knew I'd done the right thing by inviting her to
be my peer rather than my mindless sex toy.  The fact that my cock was
pushed up hard against my belly and was distorting her silky tummy might
have been an obvious clue, but to my emotionally naive little girl all
she needed at that moment was to hold me and for us to be close to each
other while sharing a tight embrace.

We hugged for a minute, I kissed her ear and cheek, and when she turned
her face far enough I planted a welcome labial embrace on her lips that
hid none of my desire for her.  Megan accepted my kiss and even shifted
her hips around until we were lined up, even if my cock was erect and
pointed toward her belly button rather than her vagina.  She resolved
that temporary oversight a moment after I thought about it, stood on the
tips of her toes, pushed my cock down until she tucked it between her
thighs, and then squeezed it between her full silken legs.

Moaning into her mouth seemed the perfect way to show her how much I
appreciated that move, but she had a plan before I did, and her hips
began to move back and forth which forced the top of my penis to strum
her clitoris in perfect alignment.  The little minx needed to feel good
again, and I couldn't help but smile.  I broke our kiss, but by that
time she began to pant and had her mouth open while breathing into my
left ear.

"Oh, Daddy.  Everything we do feels so good.  I wanna do everything with
you tonight, Daddy.  I want ... I want you to fuck me until I can't
stand it any longer and I faint from the feeling of absolute bliss."

All I needed to do was arch my hips, push the base of my cock along the
top into her vulvar cleft, far enough into her pubic mound for me to
push hard into her clitoris, and then hold it there until I felt her
flinch and then go rigid.  She might not have realized how much I knew
about her body, but she had no reluctance to grip me hard and push her
clit down onto the upper edge of her own father's penis.

"Nnnnn!  Oooooo, Daddy!  You rub me so good."

"And I'm gonna rub you a lot more in a little bit, but before you talk
me onto your bed why don't we put a little bit on before the delivery
guy sees just what a special little angel I've found in my own house?"

"Tee-hee!  You're jealous, aren't you, Daddy?  You don't want any guys
to see me naked, huh?"

I slipped my fingers into her hair behind her head, increased my grip
until she felt me pull backward, and with an expression of surprise on
her face as if she didn't anticipate my move she looked deep into my
eyes for about five seconds.  I kissed her cherry-tinted and bee-stung
lips while I held her hair in my grip, narrowed my eyelids until just a
small portion of my stare could be seen, whispered into her mouth, and
pulled hard enough on the hair behind her head for her to look as if I
might rip her locks right off her skull.

"If you're gonna be my mistress and little slut you can't tease me or be
unfaithful, Megan.  You've got to be loyal, and obedient, and treat me
with respect, okay?"

The words were shared in a tender and loving manner, but the way I had a
firm grip of her hair around her head and pulled backward proved I
wasn't joking around.  With her eyes wide and a tremble on her lips I
heard my own daughter say something that I never imagined would come
from her tender, young, and formerly innocent mouth.

"Yes, Daddy.  I'll be a good girl and won't diss you, Daddy.  I'll be a
good little sub ... for my Master."

My fingers released her locks, I pulled her head into my shoulder, I
tucked my face next to hers, hugged her tight, pushed up into her pussy
so her clit could get a good workout, and then whispered an appropriate
reply.

"That's my girl.  Now ... push down onto Daddy's cock with your clit,
Baby.  I want you to have a nice cum before the delivery guy gets here."

"Nnngggguuuuuhhhh!!!  Oh, Daddy!  It feels ... it feels ... "

"Come on, Baby.  Give Daddy a nice big cum."

She tried to speak, but all that came out were whimpers and moans for
the next half minute.  Each time I arched my hips and pushed up she'd
push down and try to grind her clit onto the base of my erect cock.  We
were the perfect immoral couple.

The moment of her orgasm I worked my right index and middle fingers
between her butt cheeks, tucked the end of my cock as tight as I could
against her dripping slit, and did my best to tease at her pucker until
she was doing her best to help me.

"Yes, Daddy!  Nasty!"

Between her moans, a few guttural expressions of lurid passion, and my
constant physical abuse Megan started to have one gloriously protracted
cum while standing naked tight to her father's body next to her bed in
her own bedroom.  She thrashed and jerked around for quite a while,
literally painting my cock with a slick oily salve that would have made
it so easy for me to take her.  I would, but not just yet.  I needed her
to be clear headed, eager, and fully aware of the man who was going to
claim her virginity.  I also needed to have all the time available so I
could give her as much pleasure as I could when I gave her the last
moment of childhood pain that would bring her into full womanhood.

It wasn't long after her body went rigid and she did her best to hang
onto me that her knees began to falter.  That's when I shifted her
around, turned her so she could fall backward onto her bed, and then
lowered her until I was lying over her body.  In that position I had my
cock tucked in place between her full thighs, and I was genuinely
tempted to take what was mine.

Her lips were kissed, her hair brushed away from her eyes, and while she
lay unconscious I withdrew and collected some tissues.  Her pussy was
wiped dry, licked a few times just because I could, and once she was
ready for a little break I carried my unconscious daughter to her
bathroom.  She went pee, I wiped her again, dropped both soiled bundles
of tissues into the commode, and then carried Megan back to her bed.

Rather than cover her up I left her lying naked face up, splay her
thighs and cocked her knees out so I could ogle her virginal beauty as I
walked away, and then kissed my little girl on the lips, on each nipple,
and then between her thighs.  I was tempted to lick her for another
hour, but I needed to wipe myself clean and dry, and then put something
on before the doorbell rang.

I was just stepping off the last stair tread into the entryway when I
saw a shadow in the front window approach the door.  The moment his
knuckles tapped once just hard enough to leave him with the impression
that the only thing he hit was air I pulled the door open.

"Good timing!"

He looked more shocked than I should have been at what I'd accomplished
so far that day and what I'd learned from my wife.  I couldn't very well
blame her for wanting some fresh cock, because after all, I'd poked a
cute little teen 'ho' the previous year in the very basement where my
son practiced his music with his buds, or my wife would wash my clothes
and watch me work on various projects.

The guy was paid, he handed me a white plastic bag with two large
polystyrene boxes inside, and once he turned around to leave I closed
and locked the door.  The food was taken to the kitchen, moved from the
uncomplimentary flexible containers into some nice serving bowls, and
then placed into the microwave to keep everything hot.  My next task was
to fix the table with some nice place settings, make sure my favorite
bottle of oriental wine was nearly ice-cold, get a couple of long white
candles out and in place so I could light them at the appropriate
moment, and once I'd surveyed the area just stood there and smiled.
Megan was going to be so pleased.

Speaking of the little minx ... I practically jogged upstairs to her
room and after I stepped inside I saw that she was still out of it.
Perfect!

I sat along the edge of the bed along her left hip, leaned over her body
and kissed her mouth, breasts, and then her vulva, and then placed my
left hand onto the bed next to her bare right hip.  I could have stared
at my precious creation for hours and probably would have if it hadn't
been for her waking up to see me smiling down at her.

She smiled, threw her hands over her head, stretched, and then reached
for my face.  Without so much as a hint of energy she drew my face down
to hers and we kissed in the most romantic and tender manner I knew.

With her arms wrapped around my head to keep me from withdrawing after
our kiss was considered a complete success she smiled again and
whispered into my mouth.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Baby ... more than you'll ever know."

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can I be your wife?"

All I could do was grin from ear-to-ear and whisper right back.

"I'd be honored to have such a sexy and beautiful young wife."

She lunged up, squeezed my neck hard enough to choke me, and almost
started to cry as I held her up off her bed.

"Oh, Daddy.  I never knew I could feel so happy.  Thank you for being
the best daddy in the whole world."

"You're welcome, Angel."

My status might be elevated a few notches when my daughter saw what was
waiting for her, and to keep the food from losing any of its fresh
flavor I kissed my daughter's ear, got a giggle, and then whispered.

"Tee-hee!"

"Let's get you up and dressed a little bit, Baby.  If you stay naked for
me any longer I'm gonna rape you."

"Tee-hee!  I won't mind."

The moment I tucked my right hand behind her head and slipped my fingers
through her hair Megan let a low gasp escape and I felt her shiver.  She
must have realized what I was going to do, and she hugged me a little
tighter, most likely because of how thrilling it must have felt for me
to command her so easily.

With her hair in my grasp again and a slow tug backward so her head was
tilting back I heard my daughter whimper.  When I saw her face she was
brandishing a broad quivering smile and her eyes were half closed.  She
knew what kind of relationship we were developing, and she seemed to
crave being man-handled a little.

"You better be careful, Megan.  If you think I'm joking about raping
you, then you better not kid yourself.  If you tempt and tease me I'm
gonna to be a lot more cruel than you might be ready for.  When I say
rape I'm talking about using you in any way I want, whether you like it
or not."

My short speech might have been what my balls and cock wanted me to say,
but my brain kicked in before she got the wrong idea.

"Now ... I won't *really* do that because you're so special to me and I
don't want to hurt you, but if you mock or taunt me and try to act like
some stupid cunt who thinks she can control me, then I'll prove to you
that I'm a lot more dominant than you could possibly imagine."

Rather than feel intimidated Megan kept smiling, licked her lips, looked
me right in the eyes, and then whispered back.

"You can do anything you want to me, Daddy.  If you wanna use me, then
you can do that as much as you want.  All I ask is for my first fuck to
be slow, and gentle, and tender, and loving so I'll always remember you
as the best lover in the whole world.  I'll always think of you as the
first man who had sex with me until I couldn't stand it anymore.  After
that you can do whatever you want ... even ... even fuck me a little
rough for a little while if that gets you off, and I won't say nothing."

I released her hair, cupped the back of her head, and then pulled her
into a tight hug that might have bested what she'd attempted with me.

"I love you so much, Baby.  I could *never* hurt you, even if I wanted
to."

"You don't have to hurt me, Daddy.  You can still fuck me rough a little
bit, and I won't think badly of you.  If you even wanna pretend rape me
after my first time until I like it a lot, then you can do that too.
After that you can treat me like a little whore and tie me up and spank
me and do all sorts of nasty things."

How could such a precious little girl have been right under my nose for
so long and be overlooked as a missed opportunity?

We must have stayed in that one spot for over fifteen minutes, my hands
holding her up off her bed and tight to my body, and her smaller hands
gripping me tight enough to prove that she was a fully consented partner
in everything that we had and were about to do.

After a few playful kisses along her left ear I lay her down onto her
bed, teased a few stray hairs away from her eyes, smiled at my little
angel, and then invited her to do something that my wife would have been
truly angry at me for.

"Why don't we get you dressed up in some of your mom's sexy things?  I'd
like to see how you look wearing a half-cut bra, tiny g-string panties,
and thigh-high stockings."

Her eyes went big, her smile grew, and she had the same look on her face
as she did when I woke her up that special Christmas morning when she
got her best and most favorite doll house at six years old.

"Reee-leeee, Daddy?  You'll let me wear Mommy's sexy things?"

"Well ... until I buy you some of your own we're just gonna have to
borrow some of hers, now won't we?"

The smile I'd seen on her face immediately vanished, but rather than
seem sad she appeared to be a little confused.  What she said next
confirmed that.

"You ... you're gonna buy me some sexy things of my own, Daddy?"

"Yes I am, Kitten.  The fun part is gonna be when I take you shopping so
I can see you try them on."

"DAHH-DEEE!!!  You can't watch me try stuff on at the store!"

"Why not?  I'm gonna buy them for you, aren't I?  The least the store
people can do is let me decide which bras, panties, and sexy underthings
look best on you."

Her expression changed again, and through the haze of lust from a few
moments before I saw the same doubt and fear that Megan had when she
first came down to the basement to see me that day.  Even before she
could share what was in her head I already had an answer.

"No, Baby!  I don't want you thinking like that.  You're not some fat
cow or even some overweight piglet.  You're my sexy mistress and new
naughty wife and even my little slut.  There's nothing wrong with your
body, and I won't have you thinking as if there is.  I love you just
like you are, and even if you want to slim down I'm gonna help you.  I
haven't forgotten what I promised you earlier today in our basement.
We're gonna workout together and spend as many waking hours together
getting each other all buffed and sexy so all the guys and girls can
look at us and be super jealous."

Her lips turned down into a pout, I saw them tremble, and when I spied a
lone tear drip down from her right eye I thought I was about to lose all
that I'd begun to build up.

"Oh, Daddy ... I'm so happy right now."

She pulled herself tight to my body, began to sob into my left ear, and
made me feel more powerful than Sampson or Hercules while holding up the
entire world.

She might have resisted my picking her up before that day because of her
impression of her increased mass, but her daddy had been working out,
and it took no more effort to lift her into my arms like my preteen
bride than it took for me to dead-lift a hundred pound barbell.

With her face tucked into the side of my head, her cries making me feel
much more powerful than at any time in my life because of the reason for
her joyous display of emotions, and her arms around my neck to keep her
in place while I carried her to my bedroom I didn't stop until we were
standing in the middle of her mother's closet.  Megan seemed to sense
where we were, either because of her mother's expensive perfume or the
sound-dampened environment with so many clothes around us.  Her cries
slowed, ceased, and once she stopped sniffing or whimpering I lowered
her naked feet to the carpeted floor.  The instant she wiped her eyes
and looked around she smiled and then looked up into my face.

"Thank you, Daddy.  This is the most special day of my life."

"Not yet, Baby ... but it will be."

She popped my in the tummy and said just one word.

"Perv!"

Rather than attempt to counter her claim I turned her around, faced her
toward her mother's chest of drawers, pushed my hips into her bare
fanny, and pulled a drawer open that I'd had my hands inside more than
once.  The moment Megan saw all of her mother's sexy bras and lingerie
she gasped and leaned back into me a little harder.

"WOW!  Mom is such a skank-ho!"

I had to chuckle at her observation.

"Ha, ha.  And who do you suppose bought all of that skank-ho's nasty
underwear?"

"You, Daddy?"

"Uh huh!  Your mom used to love to dress up for me, and I'd buy her all
sorts of nasty underthings just so she could model them for me."

"Are you ... can I ... will you ... "

"I want you to look through her things and pick out something to wear so
we can go downstairs."

"Can I ... can I model for you like Mommy used to?  I'll do anything
you want while I'm parading around in all sorts of nasty clothes for
you."

"Ohhh, Baby.  You can model anything and everything for me as much as
you want to ... but we need to eat first or I'm gonna wanna eat you all
night."

"Tee-hee!"

"As long as you don't mind your naughty Daddy touching and playing with
you while you're trying things on and modeling them for me, then I'll
let you do anything you want."

Megan gently ran her fingers through a few thin garments, withdrew her
hands, and then turned around to hug me.

"What's wrong, Baby?"

"It's too much, Daddy.  I can't decide."

"Then ... may I decide for you, my nasty little slut?"

"Tee-hee!  I like it when my Daddy's a super pervo.  Kay."

She was turned back around, I reached to a familiar spot in the drawer,
and withdrew something that was supposed to be called a bra.  It was
sheer, half-cut, had a padded under wire, thin straps over the
shoulders, and wasn't too big for a little girl to wear for the first
time.

Before I let her take it and slip it on I closed that drawer, opened the
next one down, found the matching panties, tucked them into the same
hand that was holding her diaphanous top, closed that drawer, and then
opened the next one.  To Megan it must have looked as if I was keenly
familiar with each drawer and every item inside, because without any
hesitation I searched for and then removed a pair of elastic-topped
stockings that matched the bra and panties.  Once everything was in hand
I pressed my mouth to her left ear over her shoulder from behind and
whispered.

"Find a pair of your Mommy's sexy high heels that you've always wanted
to wear, Baby.  Your outfit will only be complete after you slip those
on too."

I could actually feel Megan tremble.

Once she made her selection, and a sexy selection it was too, I tugged
on her arm, drew her out of her mother's closet, and then walked her to
her own bedroom.  She was going to be dressed in her room so the
experience would be that much more special, and I wanted her to know
that each item of her mother's special underwear was going to be in her
chest of drawers after that day.

Before she slipped her panties on I knelt down in front of her, tugged
her thighs apart, leaned forward, and then laved her pussy with slow and
long lingual strokes.  What was supposed to get her clean seemed to
stimulate her into an early orgasm, but I needed for her to keep that
tingle more than a few moments, so I looked up over her plump mons
veneris, winked at her, and smiled as I kissed her vulva.  What she said
while she looked down to where I had my face tucked at the junction of
her full thighs proved she liked my style.

"Meanie!"

"Uh huh, and I plan on torturing you a lot more than that, young lady."

Her half-lidded stare down her naked body and into my eyes told me more
than she might have anticipated, and if I touched her any longer she
might fall to the floor, faint.

Since I was in the right position to act as her panty slave I put her
other things on her bed and fluffed out the tiny pair of underwear that
might have been called an undergarment at the store.  In my hands they
were little more than a single triangle of sheer black material attached
with two loops of black springy elastic fastened together at ninety
degrees.

I looked up into her face, smiled, winked, and then looked down just in
time for her to put both of her hands on my head and lift her right
foot.  The appropriate hoop of elastic was drawn over her naked toes,
over her foot, and then up her ankle.  That was all she'd be dressed
until she lifted her other foot and I repeated with it as I'd done on
the other one.

Rather than slip her panties up her full legs and nestle them into place
as I might have done when Megan was in elementary school I drew her sexy
and sheer black panties up her lower limbs in a long and determined
movement that hinted at lust.  While the silky fabric slipped further
and further up her full thighs I kept my gaze onto the area of skin that
it moved over and past, the sensation of dressing my daughter almost as
erotic as stripping her naked.

When I drew the small triangle of diaphanous obsidian material over her
plump and sexy hairless pussy I almost wanted to throw her to the floor
and have my way with her.  She'd realize my unbound passions soon enough
and would have to deal with them when the time came, but until then I
worked the flexible straps over her full hips, around her butt, and then
intentionally splay her thighs and her luscious rear globes so I could
tug the single strip of lacy material all the way into the tight crack
of her fanny.

"Tee-hee!  That feels weird, Daddy."

"Turn around, Baby.  I need to see if I got it in the right spot."

Megan turned around and even pushed her butt into my face when she
stopped moving.  All that did was encourage me to push my nose into the
tight crease where the stretchy single article of support was hiding and
nuzzle her gorgeous preteen fanny.  I was tempted to lick her behind for
a few seconds, but realized I was fighting myself, so I kissed each of
her full cheeks, whispered "I love you" to them, and then turned her
around.

"Tee-hee.  I never knew my Daddy could be such a sexy perv.  I'm glad I
found out before it was too late."

"Too late?"

"Uh huh ... before another nasty little girl like Kally got to my Daddy
before I did."

"Not anymore, Baby.  I'm all yours now."

She cupped my left cheek, I kissed the inside of her palm, and then
reached for her bra.

It was a front closure style, so I drew it behind her, had her slip both
hands through the wide loops, and then rose to my feet so I could help
put it on my twelve year old daughter properly.  I'm glad I did, because
rather than tuck her breasts into place as quickly as my wife might I
drew the two front halves around her chest while staring at her sexy
development, made certain the semi-rigid and padded under wire didn't
cut into her skin or compress the bottom of her tender breasts, and then
closed the circle by clicking the small plastic fastener while pressing
the backs of my fingers against her titties.  It felt so erotic for me
to touch my own preteen daughter like that, and I think she realized
just how immoral my caresses and leers might have been.

I probably could have left her bra in place, but I wanted my little minx
to be comfortable, so I checked both shoulder straps to make sure they
were snug but not too tight, and then slipped my fingertips into the top
edge of both cups to see if Megan's breasts fit any better than my
wife's.  I think both of us were quite a bit more surprised than we
wanted to admit, because the sheer and half-cut bra looked *far* better
on my daughter than my wife.  To make sure I looked down into her eyes
and whispered.

"How does it feel, Baby?  Is it comfy or too tight?"

She cupped each breast, snapped the elastic straps along her shoulders,
tugged the under wire back and forth a couple of times, kneaded her
titties once more, tugged the top edges of the cups down just far enough
so the uppermost features of her areolas were peeking out and her
nipples were barely covered, and then looked up into my face with a
broad smile.

"It fits perfectly, Daddy ... and it's so *beautiful* too!  It makes my
little titties look so much bigger, and I feel like I'm some super sexy
Hollywood model."

I ran the tips of my fingers along the loose top edge of both cups,
tweaked her nipples, strummed her areolas, and then shared my own
opinion about my wife's former underwear.

"It makes you look so incredibly beautiful, Baby.  If you weren't my
little girl I'd take a thousand pictures of you just like this, and I'd
post them on some nasty Russian website just so I could make a million
bucks from lots of horny guys."

"Really, Daddy ... you'd really wanna take pictures of me when I was
dressed like this?"

A perverse grin filled my face and I leered at my own daughter while I
whispered to her.

"I tell you what ... if you're not totally freaked out or mad at your
Daddy tomorrow for having his way with you tonight ... then while
you're modeling your new nasty clothes for me I'm gonna really take a
whole bunch of pictures of you ... even without any clothes on."

Her expression changed in an instant, and I wasn't prepared for what she
said next.

"NOOO, Daddy!  I'm too fuhh ... "

The moment she ducked her face down in unrealistic shame I applied my
right index finger to her chin and lifted her face until she was looking
directly into my eyes.

"What did the most beautiful little girl in the whole world want to tell
her loving daddy?"

Her smile slowly changed her appearance until she was blushing and I
could see all of her front teeth.  She might have felt unworthy to be
seen without her clothes on, but to me she truly was the most sexy
little minx I could have imagined.  Maybe it was because Megan was my
own daughter, or maybe because of her age, but I didn't see her as plump
or even chubby anymore.  She was just sexy and beautiful, and I'd always
lust for her with the most perverse thoughts rumbling around inside my
head.

While staring into my gaze and trembling I heard my own daughter share
something that must have taken incredible courage.

"I want my pervo Daddy to take lots of sexy pictures of me with my new
lingerie ... and even when I'm totally naked."

"And how will that make you feel, Kitten?"

"Horny ... tee-hee."

"That's my girl.  Now ... let's get your stockings on."

"Kay!"

Megan sat down along the edge of her bed, claimed one of the loose
stockings, and rolled it up in her hands until it formed a dark fabric
donut.  She crossed her right leg over her left knee, lifted her right
knee close to her chin, and slipped the circular ring of material over
her toes and began to work more and more of it over her foot, then her
ankle, then her calf, and when she got to her knee she noticed me
staring at her with blank expression on my face.

"What's wrong, Daddy?"

"My god, Megan ... you look so damned sexy doing that.  I never knew
just how gorgeous you really can be, Baby."

"Tee-hee!  I like it when my Daddy tells me sexy things like that."

"Please don't pull the material any higher until you slip the other
stocking on first, Kitten.  I need to see you do that again before I
fall to my knees and beg my mistress to be my sexy little slave."

The words probably didn't come out in the right order, but Megan liked
them just the same.

"Kay, Daddy.  I'll be your sexy slave as much as you want me to."

I'd died and gone to Heaven ... that was my only explanation.

The other stocking was installed up to her left knee just like the other
one, and once both were a perfect and partially installed pair I offered
her my hand to help her to her feet.  For me to remain on the floor on
my knees could have been misinterpreted as submissive behavior, but she
probably must have thought I just wanted to look at her pussy up close.

Once she was standing she leaned forward and pressed her panties into my
face.  All I could do was remain still and kiss her body where-ever my
lips landed, and a few times they landed right over her plump vulva.
She seemed to like to tease both of us by pushing into my mouth a little
bit, arch her hips, splay her thighs, and giggle.  To let her have a
little thrill I kissed, licked, and even grabbed the springy elastic of
her panties with my teeth when I got the chance.

"Tee-hee.  I never knew getting dressed could be so much fun, Daddy."

"Wait until your nasty Daddy starts to UN-dress you, little girl."

"Tee-hee!  You're making me horny again, Daddy.  If you're not careful
I'm gonna make you lick me some more."

To keep her off balance I lunged into her tummy, wrapped my arms around
her body, kept her in place, and began to nibble and blow woobies into
her bare tummy until she was squealing and writhing in my grasp.

"TICKLES!  Ha-ha-ha!  STOP DADDY!  TICKLES!  Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

My little girl was back and I was going to treat her like a sexy little
princess and wicked minx whenever I wanted to.  It was going to be fun
to slip into both mental adventures back and forth, because I craved her
adoration, I needed her to hunger for my touch, I wanted her to worship
me like she did when she was three or four, and I ached for her to be my
wanton slut and nasty skank-ho when the time was right.  For the moment
I had fun just tickling and nibbling on her tummy and hearing her rich
laughter and uninhibited exclamations of joy.

When I felt her movements change a little bit and heard her laughter
sound a little forced I ceased my attack, held her upright, and applied
a series of tender kisses where I'd tickled her.  Her giggles and
tittering slowed, her hands went around the back of my head, and rather
than trying to push me away her grip kept my mouth tight to her soft
belly.  I wanted so badly to have my little girl right then, but I knew
the moment would be more special when her mind and body were ready.

Once she'd calmed down I pulled back, she released my head, and I looked
up into her smile as if it was my very reason for living.  Nothing of my
little girl's body was the least bit unattractive to me, even if she
gained another fifty pounds.

"I love you, Kitten.  I want you to know that your Daddy will always
love you with all his heart."

She combed her fingers through my hair, I saw her lips tremble, and knew
she might start crying if she thought too much about what I'd said, so I
kissed her tummy twice in rapid succession, winked at her, and then
nuzzled her panties.

"You better finish getting dressed or I'm gonna forget that I'm your
daddy, young lady."

"We really *are* gonna make love later, aren't we, Daddy?"

"Yes we are, Baby, and I'm gonna teach you everything you'll need to
know so you can have as much pleasure as you possibly can."

"Oh, Daddy ... I ... I ... "

"Shhhh!!!  Don't think about that right now, Kitten.  Let's just get you
dressed so I can take you downstairs."

"Kay."

My wife's stockings fit Megan far better than I'd imagined.  After she
worked both of them all the way up the elastic was just an inch from
where her legs met her body, they seemed to grip her plump legs as if to
prove to me that her flesh needed to be fondled and caressed on an
hourly basis, and the ebony tinge and light sheen to the tight weave
made her legs look as if they were glistening.  I couldn't resist the
feel of her limbs after she finished pulling them up, and I slipped my
hands up and down, around and under, and couldn't get enough of the
sensation of her sexy development.

"Ohhh, Kitten.  Your legs ... they ... I ... my god I want to eat you
alive, you're so sexy."

"Daddy!  You're in love with me, aren't you?"

Still kneeling at her stocking feet I pulled her into my chest, wrapped
my hands around her body, caressed her full bare fanny and silken legs,
and then looked up into her face with an expression that I'd hoped would
prove just how sincere I was.

"Megan ... I know I shouldn't tell you this ... but I adore you, Baby.
I can't live without you any longer.  From now on I'm going to be as
much a part of your life as I can and as intimate with you as I'm able."

At first she looked down into my face with a smile, but as the fullness
of my statement began to be suffused into the core of her being I saw
her expression change to one of introspection and contemplation.  She
wasn't just a little girl any longer ... Megan had taken her first real
step into womanhood, and I was the lucky man who was going to help her
walk through that formerly dark doorway and down that dangerous road.

With my hands caressing her body in back and between her legs I held her
tight to my chest and nuzzled her soft skin with my nose, mouth, and
each ear.  No part of my face could stand to be without her touch, and
the more I touched her the more I *needed* to touch her.  It was only
the sound of her tummy grumbling while I held my right ear to her body
that told me what we needed to do next.

I leaned back, looked up into her gaze, smiled at her, kissed her tummy,
and then pushed her just far enough away so I could look at her and then
invite her to step into her mom's high heels.

I should have waited until after dinner.

Her feet looked so delicious in those thin-strapped pumps, her toes
nearly bare and lined up perfectly along the front edge, her ankles
raised high enough to make her look as if she was taking a step down
from one of the stair treads, and her legs and ass enhanced just enough
for me to want to rape her.  All I could do for a few moments was remain
in my seated position and stare in awe at how utterly gorgeous my little
girl looked.

It took some effort, but I was eventually able to force my brain into
conscious thought and stir my lips to move so I could articulate
something other than moans.

"Now I know why I paid so much money for these high heels, Baby.  Your
mom never seemed to like to wear them because she said they made her
look like a hooker, but on you ... my god ... on you they look as if
you just put on the perfect crystal slippers."

"Tee-hee!  It sounds so kew-wull for my Daddy to be perving on me like
this.  I always wanted to know how the cute girls always felt when the
boys were like all super gah-gah over them, and now I get to feel it
too.  That neat sensation is going all over my body, Daddy, and I like
it so much I wanna do everything I can to make you feel good too."

"You will, Baby.  You will.  For right now how about if I escorted my
sexy date downstairs so we can go have a nice dinner together at home?"

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

She leaned into me, tucked her hands around my head, avoided my gaze
just enough to hint that she might want to ask something, and then
murmured rather than asked me.

"Daddy ... I got all dressed up for you, so ... "

"Would my sexy date like for her Daddy to get all dressed up too?"

"Wellll ... "

"Come on, Kitten.  You've been my perfect little fantasy lover and are
wearing what I've always wanted to see you in.  The least I can do is
dress up in something that will make you feel just as special."

"Can you ... will you ... "

"It's okay, Kitten.  Go ahead and ask."

"Will you be naked for me from now on, Daddy?  I wanna see and touch you
as much as I can, 'cause I love the way your body looks now that you're
all buffed and stuff, and I need to see your cock, and I wanna hold it
all the time now and ... "

"Tell me."

" ... and suck on it."

All I could do was smile up into my daughter's nervous pout.

"Would you like to undress your Daddy, Baby?"

She smiled, her eyes lit up, and her whole body seemed to glow in an
instant.  For the first time since I was in high school a young woman
wanted to see me naked and keep my cock in her hands as much as she
could.  For that same young woman to want to envelope my penis with her
lips and take control of my balls was like sticky white icing all over a
sweet and never-ending cake.  How could it get any better than this?

I rose to my feet, put my hands on her shoulders, and waited.  I didn't
have to wait long.

She tugged my t-shirt up and off, tossed it to her bed, and then knelt
down in front of me.  My gym shorts came off first, and then looking
right at my cock as it was pushing forward in my underwear she drew them
down carefully so she didn't force the end of my penis down too hard.

After my gym shorts and underwear were along my feet and then teased
away Megan looked up with an expression like a puppy who'd just peed on
the carpet.  She knew she was going to delay our going downstairs to
eat, but she also seemed to understand that I wasn't going to stop her.

Since I didn't offer her any form of visual hint that I'd mind a whole
lot my daughter looked at my cock, took it in her right hand, wrapped
her fingers and thumb around it, shifted her opposable appendage back
and forth a few times over the end of my glans, looked up into my face
one more time, and without any evidence that I might tell her not to do
it she leaned forward and wrapped her crimson lips around my cock head.

For almost ten minutes my twelve year old daughter fellated me with an
increased knowledge of how to give me pleasure, and I was sure Megan was
going to make Kally's attempts at being my favorite cum-slut pale by
comparison.  For my little girl to increase her speed and the depth of
each forward thrust proved that she wasn't kidding when she said she
kinda liked to take me into her mouth, and by the time I felt my balls
tingling I was ready to promise my daughter anything.  Thankfully I kept
my teeth together, groaned my euphoria, and then did my best to warn my
little girl that she was going to get a surprise.

"May!  May!  Megan!  I'm ... close ... Baby!"

That only spurred her on, because she started to moan onto my cock,
seemed to lose control for a minute, and bobbed back and forth as
quickly as she could if she needed to prove something to me.  I really
didn't want to cum in her mouth just yet, but I was losing control, and
there was no way I could hold it in any longer.

"BABY!  Either pull it out or start swallowing, 'cause I'm gonna ... "

The instant she stopped bobbing back and forth on my cock, pushed her
lips as far forward as might be comfortable, and began to swallow as I'd
asked I saw a bright flash of light in my eyes.

I wanted to pull her mouth off of my penis and save her from being
revolted, but the tingle was too great, my need too intense, and her
willingness to please too strong.  With my hands along the sides of her
head I felt the first unconscious convulsion tickle deep inside my body,
and moments later I felt wave after wave of lust wash through me as my
little girl received a series of hot salty contributions to her mouth.
Nine months before Megan had been born her mother's womb got just as
thorough an offering as I made to my daughter's mouth that afternoon,
but the sensation of that preteen's lips around the very cock that
helped to conceive of my plump and courageous child seemed much more
satisfying.

For the next fifteen seconds I was completely oblivious to everything
around me except for the sensation of Megan's lips around my cock, my
balls erupting time after time, and a strong need to do it all over
again moments after the last pitiful dribble was provided.

But the most amazing thing was when I looked down to see Megan's mouth
as far onto my dick as she could get it and both of her cheeks caved in
from the suction she'd created while swallowing.  My precious little
girl had just given her own father a blow job, had taken every bit of
his seed into her mouth, let it wash over her tongue, paint her tonsils,
and then fall helplessly down her throat to her tummy.

As if that wasn't enough of a surprise I saw Megan begin to move her
mouth back and forth on my cock after I stopped convulsing as if by her
jacking me again with her lips and mouth I could offer her yet more.
What a darling angel I had in my possession.

I could have let her fellate me for the next five or six hours, but her
tummy needed something more than a few ounces of my sperm, and I was
very sensitive anywhere she licked or sucked on me, so I tucked my
fingers under her ears, gently pulled up, and heard the most elegant
sound as her mouth came off my cock.

The moment she looked up into my gaze with an expression of intense need
it was as if she was four or five all over again, had just finished a
multi-color work of art that needed to be displayed on the front of our
fridge, and wasn't sure if it was worthy of my praise.

"Did I make you feel good, Daddy?"

While staring up into the eyes of her adoring father she spoke in a way
that expressed her desire to do the best she could, and I nearly fell to
my knees and begged for her to let me love her for the rest of time.

"Ohhh, Kitten!  That was one of the most spectacular feelings I've ever
had in my life, and to think my very own little girl was brave enough to
do that for me makes me feel so proud."

"I did good, Daddy?"

"Kitten ... if I was a nasty man I'd try to sell your mouth to as many
men as I could, because I know they'd pay hundreds of dollars to feel
what I just did."

"DADDY!!!  I'm not a whore!"

"No, Baby ... you're not ... you're my precious little girl and my
private little slut.  I'm not really gonna try to coax you into selling
your body like that, but I just wanted you to know how incredible that
feeling is.  If every daddy could enjoy what I just did there would be a
lot less bad stuff going on in the world."

"You mean ... like girls being raped and stuff?"

"Yeah.  I hate to think of some poor girl being forced to have sex,
especially with her own daddy, so for us to be doing this makes me feel
so incredibly special ... and a little guilty."

Megan rose to her feet, threw her arms around my body, squeezed me
tight, and spoke into my chest with her head turned sideways.

"You're not doing anything wrong, Daddy.  I wanna do all this stuff with
you just as much as you wanna do it with me.  Nobody has to know what
we're doing, and I promise I'll always be loyal and faithful to you, not
like Mommy."

Talk about making a point of being unfaithful.

The only way out of my dilemma was to tug Megan's face away from my
body, lower my mouth to hers, and kiss her with the kind of passion that
I used to reserve for my disloyal bride.  The taste of my semen in her
mouth wasn't as noticeable as I imagined, so I literally washed her
tongue with mine and explored her mouth as thoroughly but tenderly as I
could.  Megan appeared to like the way I kissed her, and she seemed to
melt in my arms as I held her to my body.

When I heard and felt *my* tummy grumble I knew we needed to go
downstairs.  To hear her giggle after our lips separated made me feel a
lot better.

"Tee-hee!  I guess you're hungry too, huh Daddy?"

"Yeah ... even if I'd prefer to eat my little girl for the next few
hours on her bed instead of going downstairs."

She reached around my body, smacked my bare ass, and smiled as she
chastised me.

"Perv!"

"You hungry little one?"

"Uh huh."

"Let's go eat ... some food ... "

"Tee-hee."

" ... we'll come back to your bedroom to play some more later."

"Kay."

Just as Megan asked we went downstairs with me completely naked as she
walked next to me wearing her mother's sexy lingerie.  Just to make sure
she didn't trip because of the unusual nature of her new shoes I made
sure each step we took was careful.  By the time we were on the ground
floor she had a firm grasp of my cock in her right hand, I had my left
arm over her shoulder so I could dip my fingertips down into her bra,
and both of us were smiling into each other's loving gaze.

The first thing I did after we were close enough to our dining table was
light the candles, and in an instant the whole room seemed to glow.
Rather than let me do everything Megan insisted she help, so while she
was retrieving the two dishes still in the microwave I filled our wine
and water glasses.  By the time everything was in place she was sitting
to my right, was holding onto my cock with her left hand, was smiling
and blushing at me, and giggled.

"Tee-hee!  I don't want you to be mad at me, Daddy, but for a little
while I've been wanting to hold a man's cock in my hand anytime I
wanted, day or night."

After chewing a little bit of the delicious food I turned and looked at
Megan with a sideways glance and a leer that would have made my wife
mad.

"Looks like you're gonna get your wish, Baby, 'cause as far as I'm
concerned you own my cock and can look at it, touch it, play with it,
suck on it, and use it for your pleasure as often as you want."

"Really, Daddy?  You don't think I'm being nasty if I wanna touch your
cock or suck on it all the time?"

"No, Kitten.  In fact ... it's been a fantasy of mine for a little
hottie like you to need my cock so much that she can't live without it."

We ate for a minute without any words and with my daughter's fingers and
thumb stroking and caressing my cock.  When she couldn't keep silent any
longer Megan whispered.

"Daddy?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Did Kally like to touch and play with your cock as much as I do?"

Women always seemed to have an undying need to make comparisons, most
likely because it might curry them more favor if their competition
wasn't quite as good, and I actually liked my little girl being jealous
of her teen rival.  The best thing for me to do was to maintain as
truthful a relationship with my daughter as I could, even if it might
get me into trouble later.

"No, not as much, but when we were having sex she did her best to prove
that she loved to suck on it a lot more than your mother did."

Adding Megan's mother to the conversation seemed to make her think about
the woman who'd created her, and my preteen daughter appeared to wrestle
with more difficult information.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"When did Mommy stop giving you blow jobs?"

"A very long time ago, Baby... a lot longer than I care to think about.
Maybe even before you were born."

"Reeeee-leeee?"

"Yeah.  She might have led me to believe while we were dating she'd be
willing to give me blow jobs on a daily basis, but after the first year
or two of marriage she found lots of excuses *not* to."

"Are all women like that, Daddy?"

"Most of them.  I guess I've talked to more married guys who miss having
a nice blow job than guys who get plenty of them.  In fact, I can't even
remember the last time one of my friends ever told me his wife gave him
that kind of pleasure, and to be honest we talk about women and sex all
the time."

Megan hesitated for a few moments, chewed her food, and when she'd
gotten her thoughts straight she asked me something that almost made me
choke.

"Are you gonna tell your friends about you and me, Daddy, and how much I
like to suck on your cock?"

"NOOO, Baby!  That's too private and special for me to talk about with
them."

There might have been a little regret in her facial expression because I
didn't want to share my good fortune, so I amended my statement.

"What I *can* tell them is that I've found this sexy little hottie who
I'm crazy about and wanna make my little slut-baby.  Then I'll tell them
she likes to dress up like my little whore, has a fantastic ass, full
legs that I want around my ears all the time, gorgeous titties that look
better than my wife's, and she wants to give me blow jobs day and
night."

There was just enough humor laced in my lurid statement for Megan to
take notice of and giggle at.

"Tee-hee."

To feel her pat my cock as if to chide me for my remark left me with a
feeling of utter satisfaction, because my own daughter liked the idea of
me telling my friends that I had a sexy playmate, even if I couldn't
tell them *who* that sexy playmate was.  She slipped her fingers around
my cock again, played with my glans, explored my shaft from tip to hilt,
and slowly jacked me while we ate.  I was tempted to slip my right hand
to her lap or into her bra, but since I was right handed I might stab
myself in the face with my fork while eating if I used my left hand.

After we'd served twice and Megan began to giggle a lot more frequently
because of the three full glasses of wine I'd slipped into her she
helped me clear the table, put the remainder of the food into a sealable
plastic container, and then into the fridge.  After all the dishes were
in the dishwasher and the candles blown out she wrapped her arms around
me and gave me a nice tight hug.

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can we go talk now?"

"Sure, Kitten.  Would you like to come sit with me in my whirlpool tub
so we can relax and talk at the same time?"

"But ... we don't got a pool, Daddy."

My little girl was a little drunk, and if I was careful I could still
enjoy her liberated sensibilities, pleasure her, and preserve her
innocence until she was conscious enough to beg me to fuck her.

"No, Baby ... in my bathtub.  It has jets and a heater, remember?"

"Oh!  I never get to use it, so I guess I forgot."

"You'll get to use it with me as much as you want to from now on,
Kitten.  That goes for a lot of things inside this house."

"Kay."

Megan was loopy enough to make undressing her more a game than anything
erotic, so after I got her upstairs and into her bedroom I helped her
take her sexy underwear off, located a shower cap to keep her hair dry,
and then almost had to carry her to my bathroom.  By the time I'd gotten
some soap into it and had the water running she was almost asleep.  It
didn't matter, because I wasn't anxious to talk about her mother's lover
at the moment, anyway.

Rather than leave all the bathroom lights on I opted for almost a dozen
large candles that had been scattered around the house.  Instead of them
situated in some boring location like the sink counter I chose to
position them in various places so the bathroom appeared more romantic.
With my cell phone plugged into the charger and left lying on the floor
close to the tub, the candles flickering all around the room, and Megan
looking up at me from the tub as if she was knock-down-drunk, I stepped
in next to her, wiggled my way under her right side, let her claim my
cock, smiled, and then slipped my hands over her sexy titties and
between her full thighs.

For the longest time we just lie there in the hot bubbly water with the
circulation pump shifting the water around in a random pattern from jet
to jet.  Megan might have wanted to either talk or masturbate me, but
she was so out of it she couldn't do either.  The best she could do was
grip my cock, snuggle tight to my chest, hold one of my hands to her
breasts or nipples, and whimper when I began to roll her clitoris
around.

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"What did it feel like when you put your cock inside my butt?"

"It felt very nice, Baby.  Thank you for letting me do that."

"Will it feel different in my pussy?"

"A little."

"How?"

"Well ... your vagina isn't built the same way as your butt is, Sugar.
There's this very strong muscle at the opening of your fanny that is
hard to get past if you're not relaxed, and your vagina doesn't have
that same muscle."

"Is it still fun to fuck my butt, Daddy?"

It was obvious the alcohol had completely destroyed her mental filters,
because it sounded as if I was talking to a truly nasty little whore.

"Yes it is, Baby."

"Why?"

Her interrogative nature reminded me of when she was three or four, and
everything was either 'why' or 'how' back then.  I liked it and wanted
to keep her that inquisitive.

"Because it's a very tender and special place that I don't get to see or
touch or play with.  Anything that's hidden and secret on your body
makes my touching or playing with it seem really special."

"Like your cock, Daddy?  Is that why I like to suck your cock so much,
'cause it's so private and special?"

"That's right, Baby.  For you to do that is a very special and private
thing, so it means a whole bunch to me and fills me with lots of good
tingles."

"Like the tingles inside my pussy when you lick me, Daddy?"

"Uh huh ... like those tingles, Baby."

The more she spoke the younger and more immature she sounded, and that
made my fondling her titties and stroking her pussy that much more
wicked.  I'd fantasized about what it would have been like to touch and
molest Megan when she was much younger, but those thoughts had been
relegated to a much deeper and private part of my brain back then so I
didn't attempt to ruin the special relationship we had at the time.  Now
that she was old enough to understand what we were doing there would be
no need to hold back or suppress those thoughts and feelings any longer.

When her hips began to rhythmically undulate up into my finger as I
rolled her clitoris around Megan hid none of her enthusiasm and desire.

"You're making me get those nice tingles again, Daddy.  Are you gonna
stick your finger inside my pussy again?"

"Uh huh ... I sure am.  Would you like to help me?"

"Kay."

She cocked her knees out, lifted them out of the water, used her left
hand to push the end of my middle finger off her clit and down the tight
cleft of her labia until I felt and then entered her virgin pussy.  The
moment she forced my digit inside her own vagina a bit rougher than I
might slip it inside she grunted, flinched, but didn't attempt to pull
my appendage out.  The whole time she was insinuating my finger into her
pussy she had a death grip of my cock with her right hand and was
pulling it in the general direction of where her my finger was.  I could
wait, because we had lots of other neat games to play.

"Nnnnn ... Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"I need you to be inside my pussy, Daddy!"

"My finger *is* inside your pussy, Baby.  Does it feel good or bad?"

"It feels really good, Daddy, but I ... I need to feel like this all
the time now, Daddy."

"You do, Kitten?"

"Uh huh!"

The alcohol had so completely obliterated her control system and
destroyed her ability to resist anything pleasurable that my little girl
was nothing more than a sexual vacuum who needed to feel anything and
everything as long as she was aroused.

I loved how completely she'd gone from a chaste and timid preteen to a
wanton drunken slut, because the loose and uninhibited young woman in my
tub with me acted more like a reckless six year old who'd been raised by
whores than a cautious teen who'd lived in a convent.

I couldn't resist playing a little game with Megan.  Each new desire and
need was going to be questioned and I'd tease her without her becoming
aware of what was driving her crazy.

"And how should I help you feel really good inside your pussy, Baby?"

"You need to keep your finger in my pussy all the time, Daddy."

Rather than answer my question it appeared Megan was making yet more
demands of me, and I didn't mind one bit.

"Really?  And you'd like that, Kitten?"

"Uh huh!  I'd like it a lot, Daddy ... a *whole* lot."

"And you wouldn't mind if your Daddy was always trying to put his finger
inside your pussy, Kitten, even while you were taking a bath, or
watching TV, or even at night when you were sleeping?"

"No, Daddy, I wouldn't mind.  I need to keep this feeling inside my
pussy all the time, Daddy.  Please?  I'll even keep my panties off so
you can stick your finger inside my pussy whenever you want, okay?
Please keep your finger inside my pussy, Daddy?  Please?"

I pulled Megan over my body a little bit, began to finger-fuck her with
long and careful strokes, slipped my thumb over her clitoris, rolled it
around with just as much care and determination, and whispered into her
right ear when I discovered her G-spot deep inside her vagina.

"Your Daddy needs to keep his little girl happy, so ... okay, Kitten.
Daddy will keep his finger inside your pussy and give you lots of nice
tingle feelings as much as you want."

"Thah ... thah ... thank you, Daddy!"

The grip she had of my cock was actually becoming painful, and the way
she kept pulling it toward her body in the general direction of her
pussy hinted at a need that her mom had warned her about.  Since I was
going to teach and 'train' my daughter in a manner that would preserve
her purity and still satisfy her carnal need I wouldn't have to worry
about some bumbling kid stealing my little girl's virginity over a two
minute period and leave her with a destroyed sense of self esteem for
years afterward.

Nobody was going to be using my little girl as a quick and easy fuck
just to carve another notch on their bedpost, nor would they be able to
manipulate or control my baby with the sole intent to enjoy her body and
then dump her afterward.  My precious creation and greatest desire was
going to enjoy sex in a safe and restrained manner, and she was going to
feel every new delight and rapture before I took what she'd already said
was mine to enjoy.  In spite of my incestuous hunger and the way I was
stimulating my own daughter to ecstatic glory by strumming her snug
vaginal opening I still had the intense need to preserve the greatest
part of her soul and keep her heart in one piece so she'd be willing to
give it to me as a woman.

In order to lessen her grip and satisfy my own need I knew how to give
her another thrill, another orgasm, and keep us comfortably stationed in
the warm sudsy water for the next hour or two.

"Push Daddy's cock under your bum, Angel.  If you want to feel lots of
good tingles again you can stick it inside your bummy and feel a whole
bunch of new special tingles for a long time."

"A long time, Daddy?  Really?"

"Uh huh!  When you put Daddy's cock inside your bummy Daddy will keep
his finger inside your pussy and give you lots and lots and lots of good
tingle feelings until your insides are *alllll* super tingly."

"I want tingles, Daddy!"

"Then, turn just a little bit, push Daddy's cock between your cheeks,
and then let his big penis go inside your bummy for as long as you want,
Angel."

"As long as I want, Daddy?"

"Uh huh.  As long as you want."

"Can I have tingles all night, Daddy?"

"Uh huh.  You can have tingles all night, Baby."

"Then ... help me stick your cock in my butt, Daddy, 'cause I want
tingles all night."

"Okay, Baby."

As uncoordinated as she was at the time I'm glad she asked for my help
with my finger blocking my cock's access to her pussy, because if she
wasn't careful I might 'accidentally' slip and stick my dick inside her
vagina instead of her ass.

She turned to her left a little bit, pushed my dick down behind her,
worked my glans into the crease of her ass, and as if she'd been having
anal sex since she was six she directed my cock end right into her
pursed pucker.  There wasn't any resistance, strain, or the least
whimper from my little girl as she twisted her head around to see as
much as she could while my dick slipped inside her ass.

As soon as my glans popped past her strong ring muscles I felt her clamp
down onto me once, relax, and then push back.  In one long slow and
fluid movement she worked herself onto my penis until her plump butt was
being distorted by my hips, and my balls were wedged between the back of
her thighs and the front of mine.

What might have seemed like an unfeeling and boring act by a drunken
slut for a few moments quickly evolved into her guttural moan and
anxious whimper after we were completely joined.  All I had to do was
cup my right hand, stab my middle finger a few times into her vagina,
roll her clitoris around with the face of my thumb, and then pull her
body into my chest as I leaned back into the deepest portion of the tub.
A few seconds later she began to mewl and whimper like a puppy who'd
just lost its mother, her voice strained, her calls brief, and her need
expressed in a way that proved she was finally feeling what she wanted.

"Dah ... Dah ... Daddy!"

"What, Baby?"

"The tingles!  Just like you said!  The tingles!"

All I could do was smile as I lunged up into her ass and pulled down
hard with my hand so both of her lower orifices and her most sensitive
erogenous organ were being bombarded with as much stimulation as I could
offer.  I might never be able to repeat how fantastic it felt for her at
that moment, but I needed to treat each opportunity as if it were our
last time together.

I was so lost in her pleasure that I didn't realize that I'd just passed
the point of no return, so I held her tight, kissed any portion of her
ear and neck I could reach, and then unloaded copious amounts of sperm
into her tight preteen ass.  It felt so good to finally satisfy my needs
like that, and any fantasy I'd had about repeating my sexual adventures
with Kally had just been bested.  My little girl had let me use her body
to satisfy my wanton lust, and the way she kept convulsing and urging me
to preserve our immoral union in my tub I knew our lovemaking wasn't
just a fleeting experience.  She was mine, I was hers, and we were going
to be fucking a lot from then on.

After I was able to think straight I focused on Megan's pleasure.  Her
plump little breasts were toyed with, her nipples teased, rolled around,
tugged on, and manipulated as if I was some teen who'd never had the
opportunity to touch a girl before that night.  Her clitoris was again
explored, tickled, flicked, and rolled around until I mapped it out as
much as was possible without using my tongue.  My middle finger went in
and out of her vagina, twisting, turning, and bending inside so I could
see where her most sensitive spots were, and it didn't take very long
before I determined she had lots of them.

Her G-spot seemed to cover the entire inner dimensions of her vagina,
because no matter where I stroked her insides she'd flinch, whimper, and
groan.  Even with the continuous abuse she didn't appear to have any
desire for me to discontinue her pleasure, because she shifted her right
hand over mine and maintained constant pressure against the back of my
appendage.  I had no better place for my digits to be than inside her
vagina or splitting her plump labia majora, so I maintained a constant
in and out movement of my middle finger and kept rolling her clit around
with my thumb.

My daughter truly had become a little cum factory, because even before I
was fully involved in stroking and masturbating her after I'd had my own
nice orgasm she started to twitch, quiver, and gyrate against the front
of my body.  Talking into her ear from behind seemed to make her feel
even better, so I tried my best to add as much commentary as I could.

"That's it, Kitten.  Give your Daddy a nice big long cum.  Come on,
Angel.  Make all those wonderful tingles go everywhere in your whole
body and feel Daddy's cock and finger going inside your butt and pussy
over and over again.  There you go, Angel.  Let that nice big cum fill
your insides and feel how good those tingles are in your pussy and your
titties and your ass and *allllll* over your body."

"Tingles!  Tingles!  Tingles!"

It was as if she was chanting a mantra just to enhance the sensation.

"That's it, Baby.  Lots of tingles.  Feel those tingles go as far inside
your pussy as Daddy's finger is, and as far inside your sweet tight ass
as Daddy's cock is.  Remember that you need to have these tingles from
Daddy's finger and his cock all the time now, Angel.  You can't go a
single day from now on without feeling these nice tingles, Baby.  You
need these tingles to feel good and to make you happy, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy!  Tingles!  I need more tingles!"

Megan seemed to be in an hypnotic trance while I fucked and fingered
her, each suggestion I made confirmed and then somehow amplified with
each of her pitiful calls and whimpers.

"Fuck me, Daddy!  Fuck your little girl as much as you wanna, Daddy!"

"I'm gonna fuck you, Megan.  I'm gonna fuck you as much as I want to for
as *long* as I want to, because you need your Daddy to love you and be
close to you like this all the time now, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy!  I need you, Daddy!  I need to feel tingles, Daddy!"

Each lurid proposition merged into the next until Megan was no longer
able to utter anything other than moans, grunts, and heavy breaths.  The
amazing thing about her being a little drunk was her ability to remain
conscious after her second, third, and fourth orgasm.  Her uncoordinated
and involuntary convulsions seemed to go on forever, and I treasured
giving a woman, no matter her age, that kind of pleasure.

My twelve year old slightly overweight and drunken daughter had become
the pinnacle of hedonistic need in no more than a single afternoon, and
the man who transformed that former ugly duckling into a raging sex
maniac was her own father.  To say I was proud of my most wicked
accomplishment made me feel good and bad at the same time, but at least
Megan wouldn't have to worry about some kid jilting her after he'd
pumped her full of lies and sperm.  I couldn't hurt my baby, even if she
never let me have her body after our first night of amazing and illegal
passion.

About an hour later Megan was barely able to move, but she kept pushing
back into my hips as if to beg for more abuse.  I'd cum once, was
starting to feel the need for my second orgasm, and held my little girl
tight to my body so I could prepare myself for that glorious moment.
When Megan began to whimper I got the impression she might want to take
a break, and ever the loving and considerate father I pushed up into her
ass once, held myself there, and then whispered into her ear over her
right shoulder again.

"Do you want your Daddy to stop trying to give you more tingles, Baby?"

"I don't know, Daddy.  I need more, but ... I'm kinda ... "

"We can stop for just a little while, Kitten.  We don't have to play our
sexy games *all* the time ... just when you feel really horny and want
your Daddy to do lots of naughty things."

"But ... I *wanna* do stuff, Daddy.  It's just ... "

"Tell me, Kitten."

"I think I gotta go potty, Daddy."

How silly of me.  I should have been more attentive.

It took some careful consideration, but I eventually helped my tired and
uncoordinated daughter out of the tub, onto the commode, got her cleaned
up afterward, and then brought her back to the tub to give her a nice
bath.  The water was freshened, the soap reinvigorated, her hair cap was
removed, and then I started at her head and worked down until her toes
were clean and tickled.  Less than a minute after I finished rinsing her
off she was asleep in my arms.

The tub was emptied with us in it, all the soap on us and inside the tub
washed down the drain, I stepped out to get dry, and then I toweled my
little girl off in a sitting position.  Her hair was brushed while she
was sitting on my lap asleep, I tied her locks up into a short ponytail,
and then she was carried to her bedroom.  She might not like waking up
there, but I hadn't gotten permission from my 'date' to sleep with her
yet, and daddies *always* ask first.

By the time Megan was tucked into bed, kissed on the lips, her light
turned off, and I was stepping out of her bedroom naked I was smiling
and pretty happy with myself.  I started the day by moping around in my
basement because I'd been jilted by a young teen girl.  While I was
bemoaning the fact that I'd been replaced by a high school kid with a
car Megan came down for consolation because she hated her body.  She
eventually felt a lot better about herself because we were going to be
getting fit together, and Megan kept dropping little hints that she
needed to be loved, so I made a pass at her.  Since she liked it I
pushed her more, we discovered that we needed each other and fell in
love, she asked me to be the man to take her virginity and be her first
lover, and she practically begged me to molest her any time I wanted to.
While I was rediscovering the preteen minx who needed love and affection
more than I did I found out that my wife was seeing another man, and
after a day of excited discoveries I ended the day by having anal sex
with my daughter for over three hours in my huge garden tub.

All-in-all it was a pretty good day.

The house was locked up, the lights turned off, and everything checked
to make sure nothing seemed out of the ordinary or unusual.  I had to
smile while walking naked through my bedroom doorway at how easily I
could have thought having an incestuous relationship with my own preteen
daughter was normal.  Just the idea of my little girl lying naked in her
bed just down the hall made my cock throb.

In spite of having had oral and anal sex with Megan a few times that day
and felt the glorious softness of her labia majora hug the very penis
that had created her I still had a perverse need for more, but rather
than turn around and crawl into bed with her to satisfy my urges I went
to my bathroom and spent a few minutes masturbating to mental images of
my little girl's lips around my cock.  It took a few minutes to reclaim
enough energy or sexual focus after all my poor dick had been through
... and in, but after I sprayed the small bundle of tissues with my
seed I relaxed, cleaned myself up, and then went to bed.

The house was dark and quiet, and in spite of the immediate surroundings
I still heard and felt the raucous nature of how vibrant and animated my
little girl could be while having an orgasm.  The thought of her sharing
her first cum with her own daddy made me proud and provided a sense of
relief, because it was fun, safe, and thoroughly enjoyable for her.  I
felt so much better knowing she wouldn't be used or abused by some
junior or high school punk who just needed to claim a new pair of small
panties or a warm hole to fuck.

In the near pitch black calm of my bedroom and with my right hand
stroking my cock to relive so many wonderful moments with my own
daughter I had an image flash through my mind of my wife being fucked
like a whore in another man's bed.  As perverse as it might have seemed
I was actually aroused at her being used like a slut.  The fantasied
sounds of her vocalizations and mental images of her mannerisms seemed
erotic, and I knew she'd be leaving her male lover with the impression
that she was no more important to him than a cheap prostitute on the
street who was willing to let a man stuff his cock into her body for a
few dollars.

My wife might be having a good night and enjoying herself, but she'd
most likely come home feeling dirty, guilty, and would have to wait
until some other night or weekend to satisfy her needs.  I wasn't
burdened by any such sense of misconduct, since my own little girl was
free to visit me any time she wanted, we'd see each other every day, and
even while dressed and sharing our meals as a family we could look at
each other from across the table and exchange lurid thoughts of us
kissing, petting, touching, masturbating, and fucking each other silly.

Something else passed through my head that I hadn't considered before,
and while I pictured my wife being fucked by a half dozen men at the
same time I began to wonder if she'd want a divorce.  Since she was the
one who'd admitted to an adulterous affair I had the right to kick her
ass out of the house and not have to pay a dime of alimony or support.
In a way that would serve my needs better than I'd considered, but the
thought of my little girl's mother having to struggle just to have
enough money to live and eat didn't sit well with me.  We'd been married
for almost twenty years, she'd been loyal to me all that time, or at
least that's the impression I had, and overall she wasn't a bad wife, so
forcing her out of the house just because she wanted a good fuck didn't
seem fair.  After all, I'd been able to hump a horny teen quite a bit
over the previous winter and summer, so I couldn't very well say I'd
kept my wick dry.

Of course, if Megan wanted to blackmail me she could spill the beans
about what I'd done to Kally, but with my little girl adoring her daddy
and craving as many orgasms as I'd be willing to provide I didn't think
she'd want to ruin a good thing.  I felt a little guilty for having
sexed a young teen girl like Kally, but somehow let it pass because she
appreciated how I treated her, she liked what we shared, and she'd
already found somebody new.  The fact that my wife wasn't wise to my
exploits made me rethink any form of retribution.  It may not bode well
for me if I tried to repeat the deed with another young girl other than
my daughter, so the best course was to keep my sights low, my needs in
control, and my focus on the little angel just down the hall.  I fell
asleep with a smile on my face and my cock in my right hand.

My dreams for the next couple of hours couldn't have been any better
than what Megan and I had shared, but they were good nonetheless.  It
was while I was reveling in an erotic trance about Megan strutting
around the house wearing a see-through teddy with spiked-heeled shoes
and pushing her ass backward into me near the kitchen stove that I got
the impression I wasn't dreaming.

The moment I woke up enough to be aware of intense heat along my chest
and hips I heard a whimper that wasn't coming from within my head.

"Nnnnuuhhhhh!!!  Dahhh-DEEEE!!!"

At the moment of her exclamation I felt my balls tighten, my right hand
around her hip pulling her body hard into me, and my cock throb as it
was pushed as far inside her tight butt as it could go.

What had been an erotic dream of me teasing at her plump fanny while she
was fixing me something to eat wasn't a dream after all.  The only real
difference was where in our house I'd plugged my little girl's bum, and
the fact that I wouldn't be eating soon ... any food, at least.

For the next minute Megan and I twitched and convulsed as we shared yet
another wonderful fuck, her ass pushed hard into my bare hips, my right
hand tucked around her body, the tips of my fingers strumming along her
slick cleft, and her right hand pushed around my butt in what had to
have been an uncomfortable stretch.  It was obvious she'd wanted to pull
me into her chubby form, and by the way she kept a tight grasp of me I
was sure she had no desire for me to withdraw.

After the greatest of our tremors swept through our insides and both of
us settled down we remained silent and stopped moving.  I probably
should have gotten my daughter's attention and asked if she realized she
was in my bed, but that was silly because she couldn't have just
stumbled down the hall by accident.  The only smart thing I did after my
cock softened a little and she relaxed her grip of my right hip was to
encourage Megan up so we could clean up the mess I made of her.

Once we'd taken care of our business in my master bathroom and washed
each other we climbed back into my bed.  Rather than assume any crude or
exciting sexual positions Megan preferred to lie over my left side,
drape her left arm over my ribs, press her right cheek to my chest a
little higher than my sternum, cock her left knee over my left leg, use
her left hand to keep my cock in her grasp, and then she snuggled into
me with a deep sigh.  She was asleep in less than a minute, and I was
able to join her in slumbering bliss a few minutes later.  It had been a
long time since a woman had a strong need to keep a tight hold of my
dick at night, and I really liked the idea of her grip increasing and
slackening while she dreamed of us having yet more sex.

The next time I awoke Megan was looking up into my face from the same
position she'd been in when she fell asleep.  My left hand was around
her neck, my right hand was tucked under her left titty and toying with
her nipple, she still had a tight grip of my morning wood, and I had a
sense of contentment like none I'd felt with my wife in a long time.

It was hard to suppress a yawn, but after that unconscious need was
stifled I tilted my head down a little bit, caressed her bare back with
my left hand, cupped her left breast more fully and without any desire
to measure it for circumference, and smiled as I spoke.

"Morning, Kitten."

"Morning, Daddy."

"How do you feel, Baby?"

She kept looking into my eyes, going back and forth from my left to my
right, but she didn't say anything right away.  I could tell she was
thinking about how to respond and knew her thoughts were precious to
her, so I remained silent.  When she developed a reply she whispered
with quivering lips.

"I would do anything to wake up with you like this every day if I could,
Daddy.  I've never felt so special and tingly my whole life."

The idea had a certain pleasurable ring to it, except for the woman
finding out who'd already been sharing my bed for so many years.

"I wish we could do that, Kitten.  I like waking up with a sexy angel
holding onto my cock and letting me play with her body."

Without missing a beat Megan added yet more to the impossibly wonderful
idea.

"You can play with any part of me you want to, Daddy."

Before I could stop her she shifted up my chest and planted a nice kiss
on my lips.  Having morning 'sewer breath' always put my wife off, but
Megan seemed undeterred, and her tongue slipped past my lips and teeth
as if it was perfectly normal for her to do it.

For the next few minutes we kissed and touched as if we were two teens
in a tent at a remote campsite far from our parents.  Our make out
session grew so involved Megan shifted herself onto my body, allowed my
cock to slip between her thighs, and nestle into the valley of her
vulvar cleft.  The moment I felt the cool oily salve of her arousal and
the blistering heat of her vagina I knew what we were going to be doing
that Saturday, but my morning routine needed to be tended to first.

I didn't want to, but I broke our kiss, pushed her face away just a
little, and then pulled her right cheek to my chest so I could talk to
her without overpowering her with my bad breath.

"Before we have any more fun why don't we take care of our business?"

She nodded into my body, caressed my right shoulder, and then gave me a
tight hug.  A moment later she flipped the covers back, was out of bed,
and running out of my bedroom.  It almost looked as if she was scared of
what I was thinking about doing to her.

My morning stretch felt much better than it had in many years.  Even the
firmness and length of my erection seemed enhanced, and I chuckled to
myself at which woman in my house stirred my cock to such impressive
proportions.

I spent time on the commode, jumped into the shower, and was in the
middle of washing my hair when I felt a cool breeze wash over me from
behind.  The first thing I thought was my wife having come home early.
I actually wanted her to be having such a good time that she might
*never* want to come home.

With a head full of suds and my hands trying to wipe some of it out of
my eyes so I could see I felt a pair of hands slip around my body from
behind.  The moment I sensed at which height they'd come from I knew who
they belonged to and smiled.

"So you figure you can take showers with me now, huh?"

"Ohhhh, Daddy.  I've wanted you to give me a bath for so long, kinda
like you did when I was a little girl."

"Yeah ... except back then I didn't want to slip something hard between
your cheeks or thighs."

She popped me on the chest from behind and then reached down with one
hand to claim the very item I was referring to.

"You just finish washing your hair, Daddy, and I'll take care of this
until you're done."

It felt gloriously perverse for my own daughter to masturbate me while I
was shampooing my hair, but I couldn't help but smile as she gripped and
played with my penis.  Of all the fantasies I'd had over the years being
in the shower with a young girl, especially my daughter, was one of my
most precious.

Doing as she insisted I finished with my hair, shaved my face, brushed
my teeth, and then washed as much of my body with her directly behind me
as I could.  When I got to my cock she took my washing cloth away from
me and finished laving that part of my body, even if her actions were
more erotic than cleansing in nature.

Once I was finished it was Megan's turn, so using my wife's shampoo I
turned my chubby daughter around, tucked my cock into the cleft of her
plump butt, and then proceeded to give my little girl a scalp massage
while I washed her hair.  For her to arch her back and push her ass into
me proved she was just as horny, if not more so, than I was.  There was
a way I could tame the beast inside her body, and still accomplish my
original mission, so I pulled her tight to my chest and whispered over
her right shoulder into her ear.

"Put your hands on the wall in front of you, spread your feet a little
bit, arch your back, stand on your tip-toes, and surrender yourself to
your lover, Baby."

"Yes, Sir."

Megan did as I asked, and the moment she was propped up on her toes with
her thighs apart just enough I used my right hand to tuck the tip of my
cock into the crease of her ass and then pushed forward.  She could have
made me quit or slow down, but Megan appeared to need to be manhandled a
little that morning, and she grunted as my penis pushed past her tight
ring muscles.

"Ohhh, Daddy!  Nasty!"

"You want me to quit, Baby?"

"NOOO, Daddy!  Push!  Push your cock into my ass and ... and fuck me
good, Daddy."

"You like getting your butt reamed, don't you, Baby?"

"YES, Daddy!  It feels ... so good!"

"Then ... whenever you need it all you have to do is ask, okay?"

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can I ... will you ... "

"Come on, Angel.  You know you can ask your daddy anything."

"Put your finger inside my pussy, Daddy, and give me lots of good
tingles like you did last night."

"You remember feeling all those nice tingles, Baby?"

"Ohhh, YES, Daddy!  They made me feel sooooo good."

"And you're not gonna be mad at your naughty daddy for wanting to have
his finger inside your pussy as much as he wants?"

"No, Daddy.  You can push your finger ... or anything else inside my
pussy whenever you want to.  I need it so much now I can't live without
those wonderful tingles any more."

My right hand went around her hip, my fingers down her body, and the tip
of my middle digit slipped along her tight vulvar cleft.  Just as my
daughter asked me to I tucked the tip of one extremity under and claimed
what no man could at that moment ... a horny virgin who was going to
surrender her childhood innocence to me that day.  The moment she felt
me tease at her vaginal opening she grunted and tried to push down, but
my cock was supporting her just enough to resist her movement.

"Tell me, Baby.  Tell me what you want."

"Stick your finger in my pussy, Daddy.  I need you to fuck me in my butt
and my pussy at the same time."

"Just my finger, Kitten?"

"You ... you can fuck me for real in your bed after we get out, Daddy."

That was all I needed to hear and planned on taking her up on her offer
soon enough.

Rather than torture her or delay her pleasure I wiggled the tip of my
middle finger just enough to coax her body to grant me passage, and
before she could murmur another word her tight virgin pussy was filled
with her own father's middle digit.  A few seconds later and with both
of her lower orifices being bombarded with slow in and out movements I
heard my little girl begin to pant and moan.

Her first orgasm of that morning started quickly enough, but in order to
make my little girl my own living slave I dragged it out until she was
little more than a shaking and quivering cum factory.  For over an hour
I kept fingering her pussy and fucking her ass, her body so unprepared
for what I was offering that she sounded as if I was whipping her.  Her
voice was almost an octave higher than it usually was, didn't contain
the strength it had while she was begging me to have her any way I
wished, and sounded as if she was barely able to remain standing.

When I felt her knees tremble and more of her weight on my dick and
finger I knew I needed to give her a short break.  Megan grumbled when I
began to remove my finger, but she must have understood that we had
plenty of time to have more fun when we were both lying down.  It took a
little longer to get her washed and rinsed off than it normally might,
but she'd also never had a man's cock stuffed in her butt while bathing.

By the time we were both clean and dry Megan was staring into my eyes as
if I was a rock star she'd always adored.  Her eyes sparkled, her smile
never waned, and she seemed to be in a hypnotic trance as I shifted her
about in my bathroom after I finished toweling her off.  After her hair
was brushed straight and then wrapped with a two-ball squishy into a
cute pony tail I took her right hand and led her out of my bathroom.

She never said a word while I fixed us breakfast, and she was barely
able to control her own hands while we ate.  It was only when I was
placing all of the dirty dishes into the dishwasher that Megan appeared
to have a conscious thought in her head.

"Thank you, Daddy.  Even though you've fixed me breakfast almost my
whole life I've never had a more special meal ever."

"I guess the fact that you and your daddy are naked might have something
to do with that, huh?"

She grinned but didn't appear offended by my remark.  In fact, rather
than chastise me for bringing our lack of dress up she drew me by my
hands into the den, had me sit down on the family couch, knelt down
between my splayed knees, and then took my cock into her mouth.  There
was no better place for my daughter to be at the moment, so with one
hand on her head and my other one tickling one of her nipples I lie back
and let her please me for a little while.

Megan had turned into the perfect little cocksucker in no more than a
day, and she seemed intent on maintaining an almost mindless bobbing
movement onto my penis until my body began to show signs of release.
Any notion of slowing her down was disregarded as foolish when she heard
me moan, her back and forth shifts almost reckless as her lips smacked
and slipped across my throbbing cock.  Just as she'd permitted me to
with my fingers, lips, and tongue I allowed my daughter to control my
next orgasm, her moans onto my dick the prelude I needed to be sure she
hungered for what I was about to offer.  I could have gripped her head
and slowed her down when my balls sent a burst of electricity through my
whole body, but it felt good to be a little out of control for once in
my life.

My little girl eagerly drank down every drop of semen my testicles
produced, and she even sucked on my penis hard enough to leave me with
the impression that she craved more and wanted to drink from my fountain
of life like some religious fanatic.  That was proved after she slowed
down and began the whole process again.  Sure, I was very sensitive and
might have preferred she wait until I had a chance to recharge my
batteries, but my preteen daughter appeared to need me and my sperm more
than any other woman in my life, so I tried to relax and let her do what
she wanted to.

Her next round of oral activities were conducted with far more reverence
and much slower than before, her mouth shifting back and forth in a calm
and measured cadence, and her attention to every feature of my penis as
if she was trying to memorize it.  Her lips formed a perfect seal around
her father's cock and let no extra liquid evidence of my arousal or her
oral lubrication be known, and the way her tongue swept over every
square millimeter of my dick I was sure she might melt my organ into her
mouth until I was nothing more than a pitiful nub.

What had been a frenzied and almost fanatical need for me to empty my
balls over her tongue and down her throat turned into a nearly spiritual
experience after I'd filled her mouth and she'd swallowed everything I
offered.  Megan seemed to worship my cock with her tongue, lips, and
eyes as her head bobbed back and forth onto my penis.  I wasn't sure if
I felt honored or unworthy of her adoration.

I probably could have asked her to take a break and give her mouth and
jaw a rest, but my little girl seemed almost hypnotized by her own
movements.  Nothing around her mattered at that moment, and while she
had her own daddy's cock in her mouth and I was feeling so good I just
lie back and let a woman pleasure me as if I were a king.

My sense of contentment was my own undoing, because Megan must have
looked up my naked body and seen me lying back in utter bliss.  She
stepped up her movements until she was able to rebuild a tingle inside
my balls that would surely spell my doom.  I wasn't sure what her plan
was at that moment, but when I tried to hold her head to slow her down
she pushed my hands away and grunted onto my cock.

"Mmmmmmm!!!"

The flash of fury in her eyes told me more than her simple moan, so I
caressed her cheeks and just let her control me.  When she had begun to
achieve her aim I was gritting my teeth and trying to stave off the need
to empty my balls into her mouth for the second time that morning.  My
own little girl seemed to enjoy the power she had over me and increased
her movements and the grip her lips had of my cock until I couldn't hold
back any longer.  I almost lunged forward off the couch when I felt her
begin to suck my seed straight from its source, my dick no more than a
living straw for her to consume what my testicles couldn't offer right
into her soul.  After I saw the room spinning and a bright white light
in my eyes, even when they were closed, I knew I needed a break.

"Okay!  Okay!  Okay!  Please, Baby!  Stop for a little bit!"

Megan withdrew her mouth, gripped my cock with her right hand, slowly
squeezed and jacked me a little, and then smiled as she looked up into
my face from her kneeling position.

"Does my Daddy like it when I suck on his cock for a long time?"

"Sweet Mercy, little girl ... if I had more stamina and could take it I
might have you keep your mouth on my dick all day.  DAMN, that was hot!"

"Tee-hee.  I'm glad you liked it, Daddy, 'cause I liked giving you that
good feeling a whole bunch."

"Ohhhh, Baby.  Any notion of my ever having had a good blow job before
was just destroyed with what you just gave your Daddy."

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I do that again?"

"GEEZ, Girl!!!  I'm practically dead from how fantastic that *last* one
was.  If you try that again I might have a heart attack."

"No, Silly!  Not right now ... but maybe in a tiny little while,
please?"

"You honestly want to do it again, Baby ... really?"

"Ohhh, Daddy.  I've never wanted to do anything so much in my life.  Of
all the naughty things I've wanted in my life the one I want the most
right now is to have your cock inside my mouth forever.  I don't know
why, but I need to suck on you like that all the time now, and I wanna
keep you my prisoner so I can have you all to myself for as long as I
can."

"Your prisoner, huh?  What if I'm the one who's tying *you* up?"

"Tee-hee.  You wanna make me your slave, Daddy?"

"The thought of you all bound and unable to resist any wish or perverse
notion I had does have a certain appeal to it."

"Then ... okay.  You can tie me up and even do what you said before,
but only after you make love to me for the rest of the day, and you
gotta do it for real this time, not just in my butt."

"Honestly, Megan?  You really wouldn't mind if I wanted to ... to tie
you up and ... and rape you?"

"Of course not, Daddy!  I know you're not gonna hurt me, and even if you
make me do lots of nasty things you're not really gonna scare me none,
'cause you love me too much, don't you?"

"Yes I do, Baby."

"Then ... will my Daddy take me to my bed and make love to me, please?"

I pulled my little girl up my body, over my chest, and then gave her the
most ardent hug I could.  The fact that we were both naked meant my cock
was being pushed between us against her tummy, and my playful twelve
year old playmate shifted just a little further up until my cock snapped
down between her thighs.  Because of my throbbing erection I was hoping
she'd take it easy on me, but when she looked down her body and watched
as she splayed her thighs and allowed my cock to be tucked against the
plump saddle of her vulva I kind of suspected 'easy' wasn't on her mind.

The moment I felt the heat of her vulva against the top edge of my cock
I knew what we were going to be doing in a matter of a few minutes.

We started to kiss as I hugged her tight to my chest, and with a slow
rocking motion Megan began to work her hips back and forth so the tip of
my cock was slipping along the tight cleft of her vulva.  She must have
been thinking about how to move her body, because while she tightened
her thighs and arched her back the end of my penis began to stab at the
entrance of her vagina.  Each lunge she made and every time she pushed
down onto me a little bit more of my dick was being hugged by the one
hundred degree heat of her coral charms.  I could have let her finish
and urge my cock into her until my glans snapped across the threshold of
her virginity, but she might prefer a more comfortable position and
location, and I also needed to keep her, me, and the area clean if she
should bleed when I tore her hymen.

As soon as I broke our kiss and pushed against her shoulders she must
have known what I was thinking, because she withdrew her hips and
allowed my dick to slip free of her grasp.  She gave me a few more quick
kisses, smiled, and then melted down my body until her lips were again
around my glans.  But rather than fellate me it appeared that Megan just
wanted to keep me clean, because after a few licks, a generous suck, and
then a light kiss along the tip of my cock she looked up at me and
smiled.  That was my cue to rise from the couch, help her to her feet,
and then walk beside her up the stairs to her bedroom.

Along the way I gathered a burgundy bath towel, some soapy wipes, a
box of tissues, some ointment for skinned knees, bee stings, and torn
hymens, and then let my own twelve year old daughter direct me into her
room and next to her bed.  Rather than appear horrified Megan looked
anxious, her smile broad, her face glowing, her eyes wide, and her hands
pulled my head onto her pussy as she began to lie down backward.

"Give me some licks and make me cum one or two times first, Daddy, and
then I want you to fuck me nice and slow my first time.  After that you
can ... you can ... you can rape me as much as you want."

Her instructions seemed so matter-of-fact I knew she truly wanted me to
take her virginity.  The fact that I'd tried to preserve it and even
promised to help her enjoy the moment must have made her feel more
confident, because there didn't appear to be any sense of fear or
anguish on her face as she pulled my mouth onto her bald and silky
pussy.

With the supplies on the floor next to the bed and her thighs tight to
my ears I started slowly enough to leave her with the impression that
all I wanted was to tease her.  By the time I claimed her clitoris and
began to trace the letters of the alphabet her moans were filling her
room and her grip around the back of my head was tight.  At the moment
of her first orgasm from my tongue that morning she was bucking and
thrashing around as if she was lying on a live electric wire.  By her
second cum she was whimpering and beginning to beg me to make her feel
like that every day of her life.  When I resisted her tug on my ears she
sounded desperate, and I loved to hear her voice as she implored me to
do something that very few fathers ever were able to take pride in.

"Daddy!  Please make me a woman!  Fuck me, Daddy!"

The thick burgundy towel was retrieved from the floor, tucked under her
ass while I lapped at her vagina and stuffed my tongue as far as I could
inside her steaming tight grip, and then the soapy wipes and tissues
placed at the edge of her bed close enough to get to, but far enough
away so we didn't bump them off and back to the floor.

I could have just climbed over her and stuffed my cock into her pussy,
but I was going to show my little girl as much respect as I could while
I took what no other man could from her.  With her lips quivering and
her eyes filled with excitement I rose over her, sat between her splayed
knees, and then drew her up into a sitting position over the towel.  As
she stared down at my cock while it throbbed and bobbed between us I
whispered into her left ear.

"I want you to help me, Baby, and I want this moment to be something
that you'll always remember as a special and loving moment.  I'm not
going to thrust into you as if you were some stupid cunt who didn't know
any better.  You're going to help direct my penis into your vagina like
a woman."

Her face tilted up, she tried to smile, and with a tear in her eyes she
whispered.

"Thank you, Daddy.  I've always wanted this moment to be gentle and
special, and now that you're gonna make me a woman I know it will be."

"Then ... take my cock, Baby ... and place it against your pussy ...
at the entrance to your vagina."

Any notion of Megan feeling overconfident was gone at that moment.
Rather than feel emboldened by her hormones and crazy with lust she was
just a little girl doing something that was naughty, scary, and was
going to affect the rest of her life.  Her hands were shaking a little
bit, her body was trembling, and her breathing was fast.  If I didn't
know any better my little girl was scared to death, so I held her right
hand and stopped her.  Her face came up, her eyes locked onto mine, and
she appeared to be unsure what my plans were.

"We don't have to do this if you're not ready, Kitten.  I'll be proud to
make you a woman *any* time, or not at all, but if you're not ready
today we can wait."

A smile began to develop on her face like the sun coming over the
horizon.  With a slow and relaxed expression Megan's shivering stopped,
she looked into my gaze with a lot more confidence, and she whispered
what I knew were genuine words of contentment.

"Thank you, Daddy.  I was a tiny bit scared 'cause of what we're gonna
do, but now that you said we can wait I'm not scared no more."

"I understand, Baby, but if you'd like to wait until later today, or
tomorrow, next week, next month, or even five years from now, I'll
respect your wishes and help you feel pleasure while protecting your
virginity."

She leaned forward, gave me a very loving kiss, and after she was
sitting back smiled while she caressed my face.

"I love you so much, Daddy.  Of all the guys in the world I'm glad it's
my own handsome Daddy who's gonna ... who's gonna fuck me first."

My lewd grin must have helped to enliven her courage, because she looked
back down, gripped my cock, and shifted forward until the tip of my
penis was splitting her vulvar softness.

For a moment I felt her rub her own clit with my cock-end, and to make
her feel better I whispered some instructions that would relax her.

"Go ahead, Baby.  Give yourself another nice cum with the end of my
dick.  I'd like for you to be relaxed and full of nice tingles when you
pull my cock into your pussy."

"Kay!"

For the next few minutes anything Megan did was strictly for her own
pleasure, and I didn't mind one bit.  Her whimpers, moans, and mewls
sounded so erotic as her hand kept directing my penis against the very
essence of her excitement, and I stared in disbelief as she used part of
my anatomy for her own gratification.  Any notion of her prior desire
for constant clitoral stimulation and the millions of orgasms she'd
asked about the day before was being exemplified as she rolled the end
of my cock around and against her pleasure button.

When her body was fully involved in her next orgasm she began to cry out
as if she was in pain, but her calls seemed tinged with both excitement
and fear rather than genuine distress.  As the fullness of her orgasm
swept through her body and with her hips twitching forward in brief
lunges I saw my own daughter slip the tip of my cock down her pussy and
then pull it against the blistering heat of her vaginal opening.

At the moment of greatest excitement Megan couldn't remain in a sitting
position, so I allowed her to fall back to the bed and watched as she
arched her back while directing my cock against her pussy.  I made sure
the towel was properly under her, I shifted forward a little bit, and
with her hand keeping me in place I looked down to see her lift her hips
and push up into me.  In order to keep her peaking I used my right index
finger and thumb to roll her nubbin around, and Megan seemed to enjoy my
focused attention to her continued pleasure.

There was a little discomfort from the snug restriction of her virgin
opening, but Megan seemed far too distracted to notice.  While panting
and calling out in a low moan she kept shifting her body further down
her bed in little thrusts until nothing could prevent what was about to
happen.  My glans was almost surrounded by her plump labia majora when
she looked up into my face with an expression than hinted at when she
fell off her bike the first time when she was four.  Megan was scared to
death back then and that special morning while she was tugging on my
cock so we could have intercourse, but she also appeared to need what
was going to turn her from a little girl into a woman ... at twelve.

I think she was torn between staring into my eyes to see what I might do
or say and looking down her body to see as much as she could from her
horizontal and very limited vantage point.  Her need to look into her
father's eyes was greater, and when she wiggled once more toward me I
had a hard time taking my eyes away from the sight of my cock as it
began to slip into her body.

While staring into each others' gaze I saw and felt Megan thrust down
one more time, and after a squeak and a little yelp she grimaced, sucked
her lips between her teeth, and quit moving.  I wanted so desperately to
withdraw the invader and stop her pain, but Megan had other ideas.

She gripped my penis hard enough to hurt, but she didn't try to push me
away from her or remove the end of my cock from her vagina.  I knew to
give her all the latitude she needed at that moment, because there would
only be one 'first time' for Megan, and I wanted it to be memorable.

Thankfully the intense pain she'd felt seemed to pass almost as quickly
as it came, and when I saw her staring up into my eyes with an
expression of excitement and a little fear I knew she'd want more.  That
was proved when I felt her shimmy further down her bed and urged more of
my cock within the tender territory of her virgin passage.  I was an
explorer of a pure and undisturbed land, my glans the first ... and
hopefully the last, to travel within the elegant grip of her snug
maidenly embrace.

Megan kept panting and whimpering as she shifted further and further
down her bed until her own hand was in the way.  By that time she seemed
torn between looking into my eyes and keeping hers closed.  I even saw
her roll her eyes back into her head a couple of times and her mouth
come half closed as if she was beginning to feel something that she
hadn't anticipated.  She shared what was happening before I had a chance
to ask.

"Daddy!  The tingles!"

"The tingles, Baby?"

"Yeah!  The tingles I felt from your finger ... they're even better now
that ... now that you're ... you're fucking me."

I almost chuckled at her belief that we were 'fucking', because I hadn't
even begun to roll my pubic bone against hers yet nor had I started to
lunge back and forth to develop a comfortable rhythm.  She'd know when
we were fucking, and when she became aware of that new sensation she'd
be sure to let me know too.

I'd been so intent on her pleasure and comfort that I didn't realize
just how tight and exquisite her vagina felt around my dick.  I'd had a
virgin one winter before without knowing it, but Kally probably used a
dildo or vibrator to stretch her pussy out before I pushed my cock into
her, so that journey was far less painful or uncomfortable for both of
us.  Megan, however, was almost *too* tight, and I was about to ask her
to accept what we'd done as enough and repeat the deed at some other
time when she let out a deep sigh, relaxed, and then let go of my cock.

A moment later and while she arched her back to urge me further inside I
felt her vaginal grip lessen.  What had been almost uncomfortable
instantly became arousing, because the softness of her vagina was better
than the grip of her fanny.  I think she saw the look of relief on my
face and giggled up to me.

"Tee-hee.  My Daddy's getting into it, isn't he?"

"Ohhh, Baby.  Your pussy is so tight, but I adore how you feel inside.
I know I shouldn't say this so soon, but I think I'm gonna fuck my
little girl more than a little bit today."

"Tee-hee.  My Daddy's the naughtiest pervo I can think of, and I'm glad
he's all mine.  Okay ... we can fuck all day if you wanna."

As each second went by more and more of my cock disappeared into her
vagina until I saw her arch her back, tilt her head back, take in a deep
breath, and grip the sheets along each of her hips.  The moment I saw my
pubic bone pushing against hers I felt her flinch and then thrust down
onto me as if her clitoris had been overcome with pleasure.  That only
made her new universe take on more perverse dimensions, because while my
glans slipped forward over a highly sensitive portion of her enlarged
G-spot she was overtaken by the sensation of pleasure.

"Tingles!  Daddy ... the tingles!!!"

That was my cue to take over, and while holding her hips I shifted her
back and forth onto me a few times very slowly until her vagina seemed
to accept the fullness of my cock.  It might take a few weeks for her to
grow completely accustomed to having something as large as my dick
inside her body, but for the moment Megan was too excited to care.

Her whimpers and moans took on rather emphatic wails, and when her body
began to understand and accept the new feelings as pleasurable my little
girl turned into the most wanton slut I could have dreamed up.

"Daddy!!!  Fuck me, Daddy!"

Something overtook my ambitions for a moment, and with my preteen chubby
daughter pushing down onto the cock that had created her I held her by
the hips and began an increasing jacking movement until I was almost
spilling out of her with our bodies apart and then nearly crushing her
clit when I thrust us together.  What had been a few minutes of a gentle
and considerate beginning could have turned into me raping my own little
girl until I looked down my body and saw the crimson tinge to the base
of my cock where evidence of her virginity and the foam of our lust had
created a white, pink, and red ring.

That was the instant I realized that Megan was only recently a woman
after having been a virgin for her whole life, so I slowed my attack,
shifted into her body with more reverence, looked down at her pussy each
time I pushed inside, and then watched while she jerked and bucked when
a portion of my cock slipped against her G-spot inside.  I could have
taken her to heights she might never imagine, but we had plenty of time
to venture into lewd and perverse positions over the next few days,
weeks, months, and maybe if I was lucky longer, but for the time being
and in consideration of her recent entry into womanhood I did everything
I could to give Megan as much gentle and considerate pleasure as she
could handle.

She could handle quite a bit.

For the next hour without missing a stroke I fucked my precious little
girl in an on-going slow manner and watched her have an untold number of
orgasms, or possibly one long one that lasted the entire time.  She kept
mewling and whimpering, calling my name, promising me the universe, and
extolling the benefits of family love.  I loved the sound of her voice,
the way her pussy snapped and slurped when I stroked in and out of it,
and the way she looked each time I'd push against her clit or rub her
insides just right.  My little girl had completely turned from a scared
and self-conscious little ugly duckling into a fully featured woman with
a hunger that bested any woman I'd ever known.

By the time the second hour had passed I was getting close to losing it,
in spite of her emptying my balls twice into her mouth.  To hear Megan
beg me to fill her insides I was almost convinced she wanted me to get
her pregnant, but I'd seen the birth control pills her doctor urged her
to take because of a difficult and irregular monthly cycle, so it was
nothing more than the notion of her own father fucking and then filling
her pussy up that must have coaxed her to share such wicked ideas.

It was when I heard her approach her next climax that I decided to join
her, so I gripped her hips a little more, shifted into her body, and
then jackhammered her tight cunny until she literally screamed.  At the
moment of her cum I thrust into her, rolled my pubic bone into hers,
forced her clit into utter submission, and then felt her whole body go
rigid as I spilled my seed into her pubescent and chubby pussy.

Something forced me to look down and stare at our union, her fat vulvar
lips distorted by my cock, the base of my dick covered in a mass of red
and white foam that proved I'd taken my little girl's virginity, and was
rewarded with her orgasmic lubrication.  We tried to look into each
others' eyes, but her excitement was too much, she fainted, and my lust
was so strong I couldn't take my eyes away from her bald pussy with my
dick splitting her nether lips.

It took some effort, but I was eventually able to use the tissues to
wipe up the mess I made of us.  Even before my cock was completely
withdrawn I'd used almost a half dozen tissues that had been bright
white but were turned a combination of crimson, red, and pink.  After
I'd spilled out of her I placed a few tissues at her vaginal opening,
held them there for a little while, and after I took them away saw a
fair portion of my sperm trying to make its way back out.  I spent the
next fifteen minutes wiping her up and adoring the way her plump little
coochie looked as her vagina slowly closed back up.

She was lifted into my arms still out of it, I carried her to her potty,
I helped her tend to her business, and afterward took her to my shower.
Using the flexible wand I set the temperature and washed her pussy and
carefully explored her vagina with my middle finger.  There was a
definite change in how tight her vaginal entrance was, but after a few
minutes of stroking her with my longest digit I got the impression that
young girls were far quicker to develop than I'd previously imagined.

When Megan woke up we were lying on her bed, I was propped up on my
right elbow, and smiling at her.

"Hi there, Little One.  You okay?"

She threw her arms over her head, stretched, dropped her hands around my
head, and then pulled my face into hers for a nice kiss.

My left hand found her right breast and nipple, and my lips gently
nibbled on hers for the next couple of minutes.  When she put her right
hand against my left shoulder I knew to lean back a little.  While
looking right into her eyes I asked her again.

"You okay, Kitten?"

"Uh huh.  Thanks, Daddy."

"For what ... asking how you feel?"

"No ... for making love to me in the most beautiful and sexy way I
could think of.  A few girls in school used to brag about being able to
make love and said with the right guy it always felt good, but I never
believed I could feel so fantastic."

"Do you really feel okay, Baby?  I think I hurt you a little bit when I
pushed into you that first time."

"It hurt a little bit ... well ... it hurt a *lot* for a little while,
but after that first pain it went away and I could feel a better tingle
inside my pussy than when you just used your finger."

"Sooo ... I won't be able to use my finger no more, huh?"

"NOOO, Daddy!  You can finger me as much as you want to when we're not
gonna make love.  I *like* your finger inside my pussy, just like I like
your cock in my mouth, but when we can I wanna make love for a super
long time until forever, okay?"

"So, if I was gonna want to explore my little girl's pussy, like this,"

My left middle finger dipped down her natural alignment guide and teased
at her vaginal opening, her hips coming up to greet the invader, and her
thighs cocked out as if to invite anything I wished.

"Oh, Daddy!  Please stick it in.  I need to feel more tingles."

When my digit tucked under and then inside her pussy I could tell her
grip was less restrictive and she seemed to enjoy the intrusion.  Her
eyes rolled back in her head, her hips pushed up into my hand, and her
grunt proved that she wasn't kidding about needing that precious tingle
I'd been able to create.

For the next few minutes I lie next to my naked daughter while she
bucked and twitched to my molestation of her vagina.  When she seemed to
accept the amount of abuse I slipped my thumb over her clit and applied
just enough pressure to enhance the sensation of her own daddy fingering
her.  That seemed to be enough to stir a nice little cum out of her, and
with her body jerking and convulsing I dropped my mouth to one of her
plump little breasts and suckled.

My poor little girl was far too inexperienced to tolerate the abuse, but
she was certainly hungry enough to ask for more, because what she said
into the top of my head next confirmed that my little girl and her own
daddy were going to be quite the immoral pair.

"Now your cock, Daddy.  Stick your cock inside my pussy and fuck me for
a long time."

Since I'd been in control the first time I wanted to give Megan the
chance to assume a more dominant role, even if only once.  I shifted her
body further away toward the opposite side, took a position in the
center of her bed, and then pulled her over me until her hips and mine
were lined up.  My daughter might have been a little overcome with
pleasure, but she wasn't too out of it to know where she was.

As soon as she realized where she was she reached between us, gripped my
cock, splayed her thighs apart, lifted her hips off mine, and then
looked into my eyes as she guided my dick into her vagina.  She might
have been a little nervous because of what she felt the first time,
because I saw her brow furrowed and her bottom lip sucked between her
teeth, but once my glans was inside her tender opening and she realized
that her first pain was now a distant memory she exhaled and smiled.

"Mmmmm, that's more like it!"

Once her hand was removed she arched her back and then allowed the
fullness of my penis to travel as far inside her body as it could go.
In her new position over me she wasn't aware of just how far it might
end up, and after she ground her clit into my pubic bone she yelped and
withdrew.

"OWWW!"

"You okay, Kitten?  Am I too long for you ?"

"NO, Daddy!  You're just right.  I was just ... kinda ... I just need
to get used to making love to you all the time, that's all."

"All the time, huh?"

"Yeaaahhhhh!"

I tucked my hands behind my head, smiled up at her, and then whispered
words that most fathers never imagined they'd say to their daughters.

"Then ... make yourself comfortable, become familiar with your daddy's
cock, and make love to me for as long as you want to."

"Really, Daddy?  As long as I want to?"

"Your mom and Josh won't be home until late tomorrow, so we've got all
day and night tonight to do whatever we want to.  If you'd like to make
love to me until they get home, well ... I guess I can learn to live
with a horny little girl who likes to fuck almost as much as I do."

Smiling at her when I finished speaking and then winking at her should
have been enough to clue her in, but Megan was already feeling the
effects of her next orgasm as it began to fill her body.

It might have only been the second time in her life that she'd felt a
man's penis inside her vagina, but within a minute Megan shifted her
knees under her and against my ribs, used her leg muscles to support her
body so she could bounce up and down and fuck herself with my cock, and
left me with the impression that the concept of intercourse was an
innate and natural instinct that needed no education.

To see her facial expressions I knew she truly loved the sensation of my
dick inside her formerly virgin body, because she'd grimace for a
moment, then try to smile, then suck one or both lips between her teeth,
open her mouth wide as if to take in a huge lungful of air, and then try
to look as calm as she could.  When she began to bounce up and down on
my hips and started to whimper I knew she really was a creation of my
DNA, because her level of arousal couldn't have come from her mom.

For the next hour and a half Megan used me like a male slut and fucked
herself as if time was about to end.  I played with her bouncing tits, I
rolled her nipples around, I coaxed her face down so we could kiss, and
after she whimpered into my mouth I helped her into a sitting position
so I could slip my right middle finger over her clit.  She practically
wailed when her next orgasm hit, and when she couldn't hold back any
longer she ground her pussy onto me as if she was trying to put a fire
out between us.

After her last cum washed through her body she lie down over my body, I
wrapped my arms around her, claimed her plump fanny, coaxed her to start
moving again, but this time her actions were subdued and labored.  That
was my hint she needed to just lie there and fuck me slowly, and I had
no better place to be in the world at that moment.

For the next few hours all Megan and I did was slowly fuck on her bed,
her hips twitching when I hit a sensitive spot, which seemed like every
square inch inside her vagina.  We kissed, hugged, touched each other,
but her desire was to keep me under her so we could maintain a constant
coital embrace until she was ready for a break.  That only came just
after noon when our tummies grumbled and she had a look on her face that
I recognized when she was four.

"You gotta pee, Megan?"

"Uh huh ... but I don't wanna stop, Daddy.  It feels so good!"

"We can come back after we take care of our business and then eat."

"Honest, Daddy?  We can fuck all day if I wanna?"

"Sure!  I might be your daddy and want to protect you from bastards with
hard cocks, but I've needed a good fuck ever since I created you.  As
long as you're a willing and consented partner in our lovemaking we can
fuck as much as you want to, Kitten, even if it makes you feel like a
little slut and skank-ho."

Megan smacked my shoulder while smiling at me and must have felt a
measure of pity for her father for having to go without sex for so long.
What she said next proved I wasn't going to have to endure going without
after that wonderful weekend.

"From now on you're gonna get to fuck me as much as you want to, Daddy.
I know Mom isn't interested in sex with you anymore, even if I don't
understand why, so I'll take over for her and be your little slut so you
won't have to suffer any more."

"Thank you, Baby ... I love you, Megan."

"I love you too, Daddy, and even if it makes Mom super mad and she yells
and wants to hit you I'm gonna be your lover all the time from now on."

Neither one of us wanted to break our bond, but her need to empty her
bladder seemed genuine enough, so she rose over my hips, afforded me the
delicious sound of sexual bliss as our genitals came apart, and Megan
actually waited for me to get up off her bed before she tugged me to her
bathroom.

She peed, wiped, checked her vagina, and after she was done helped me
empty my bladder and get cleaned up a little bit as well.  Rather than
assume I was okay after I finished she inspected every inch of my cock,
rubbed it, held it in her hands, caressed it, and after the commode
refilled with clean water my daughter knelt down between my feet and
gave me a little quickie blow job.  It wasn't enough to stir me to
orgasm, but the sight and feeling of her tender lips and talented tongue
around my cock afforded me a kind of pleasure that I'd never known.

For Megan to prepare our lunch and order me to sit on the couch in the
den seemed bizarre, but she wasn't a baby anymore, and she knew what
needed to be done to prepare our lunch.  By the time she brought one
large glass of grape juice to mimic the wine we'd shared the night
before proved she was mindful of not getting drunk, and with a large
double-sized bowl of reheated oriental food and a single spoon in her
grasp it proved we were going to be eating from the same dish and then
drinking from the single container of purple sweetness.

I don't know why I assumed we were going to be sitting next to each
other while we ate, because after Megan placed our food and drink onto
the coffee table in front of the couch I shifted to the side to make
room for her.  My little girl had a surprise for me, because she shifted
me back into place along the center of the couch where it was the most
comfortable, looked behind her at the bowl and glass, lifted her right
knee, and settled it along my left hip.  A moment later she drew her
left knee into the air, began to place it opposite where her other knee
was, but before she sat down and forward reached between my thighs and
coaxed my cock up and toward her.  What she said next proved I'd
unleashed a living sexual dynamo.

"I've always fantasized about making love to the most sexy man in the
whole world like this, and now that he's all mine I'm gonna do it."

Megan lined us up, leaned forward a bit, kept a firm grasp of my cock,
and then directed it into her deliciously tight but easily entered
vagina.  The moment she was fully seated and her ass was being supported
by the tops of my thighs she was already past the point of no return.
It was obvious she'd been thinking about having sex with me during lunch
while she was preparing our meal.

"Nnnuuhhhh!!!  Ohhh, Dahh-Deee!  It feels ... it feels ... mmmmmm!!!"

Looking up into her face and fully aware of how close she was I knew to
torture my little girl and give her a nice quick cum so she could enjoy
our food for the next hour.

My hands went to her chubby hips, I looked into her half-closed eyes,
and with my mouth open a little bit to make it easier to breathe I began
a series of thrusts with increasing speed until I was practically raping
the chubby thing.

"DAHH!!!  DAHH!!!  DAHH!!!"

She couldn't even call me by name as her next orgasm approached, and
with an animated array of upward thrusts and hard downward pulls I
fucked my little girl like a whore and made her voice take on the sound
of someone who'd jumped onto a paint shaker.

"Nuuhhhhhh ... DAH ... DAH ... DAH ... DEE ... DEE ... DEE!!!"

For me to grip her ass hard and force her onto my cock so her clitoris
could be pressed into my pubic bone at the moment of climax pushed her
past the breaking point.  Her body went rigid, she went silent, and a
few seconds later she began to convulse and tremble as if a dozen people
were hitting her from behind with fifty pound feather pillows.  It was
cruel to pull her down onto me and keep rolling her clitty around like
that, but I needed to give my little girl as much pleasure as I could as
quickly as was possible.  I had no idea if we'd ever get to repeat our
sexual embrace, so I cherished each moment as if it might be our last.

Megan was getting a lot better about controlling her sensibilities,
because even after she'd cum like a nymphomaniac with a horny high
school football team after they won the season finale she was still
conscious enough to look into my eyes as she panted, whimpered, and
called my name.

"Daddy!  Daddy!  Oh, Daddy!"

"Sooo ... you like my style, Angel?"

"Gahd, Daddy!  You're the best lover in the whole world!"

"Ha-ha ... you're very generous, Kitten, but I'll accept that wonderful
compliment and cherish it for the rest of my life."

Megan might have been able to stay conscious, but she was so tired all
she could do for a little while was try to catch her breath, hug me,
push down onto my dick to reinvigorate the sensation of hedonistic
bliss, and then roll her clit against my pubic bone and the base of my
cock.  Each time she'd feel that delicious tingle she'd flinch, whimper,
and withdraw just enough to prove how little she knew of carnal
pleasure.  But my little girl was more like me than her mother, because
even after she'd pull back she'd try to repeat the experience.

It took a bit longer that day to eat lunch than I normally might, but
Megan and I never once broke our coital union as we fed each other the
oriental food.  That single bowl of food seemed to fill more than our
tummies with energy, because each small spoonful of nourishment was
offered as if it was the physical manifestation of her next orgasm, and
her up and down movements onto my cock enlivened her a little bit more.

Megan kept shifting up and down on my cock the whole time, and it almost
seemed comical for her to struggle to eat or think while she was fucking
herself with my penis.  I certainly didn't mind the sensation of a cute
and chubby twelve year old using my dick for her sexual pleasure, and as
far as I was concerned she had my permission to do it every chance she
wanted to.

By the time the food and juice were gone and we'd ventured back to her
room Megan and I hid none of our lust for each other.  We kissed, pet
each other's bodies, lunged into our lover's hips, and stared into our
partner's eyes as if just looking could enhance the sensation of genital
contact.  But it was my darling little girl who'd whimper and flinch if
I hit her G-spot or clitoris just right, each inward lunge yet another
opportunity to revel in her body's new need for constant stimulation,
and my urgent tug her proof that daughters and daddies could enjoy more
than movies and chats.

I had to show her that I was aware of her mental and physical turmoil,
so I held her to my body and whispered into the top of her head.

"You can fuck your Daddy for as long as you want to, Baby.  Just go
slow, move in a nice comfortable rhythm, and only give yourself another
two or three hundred cums when you're ready."

"Tee-hee.  Yeah ... I guess you can tell I like to fuck, huh Daddy?"

There was something about what she said and the manner in which she
communicated such a wicked desire that really bothered me, and the words
her mother offered appeared to come back to haunt me.  Could my little
girl be so thrilled with intercourse that she'd succumb to any boy's
need to fuck her lights out just because she craved the delicious
sensation of carnal need?

My upward lunges and downward pulls stopped just long enough for Megan
to take notice and tilt her head back so she could stare into my eyes.
The moment she saw a look of concern that she might recognize as doubt
and insecurity she nearly broke our luscious bond and tried to wrap her
arms around my neck instead of my body.

"NOOO, DADDY!!!  I'm not gonna do this with any other boys or men!
You're my only lover forever, Daddy!  Honest!"

Her excited outcries and raised voice proved I was as transparent as her
mother often claimed, but it also validated that my little girl was just
as sensitive to my needs and emotions as I was hers.  The brief feeling
of dread and the sensation of the potential loss of my youngest lover
after no more than one day together was strong enough to remain deep in
my heart.

In spite of her immediate claim to the contrary a strong doubt had been
planted in my soul about my lovely little girl's need to fuck every cock
in sight, and I could almost see my wife and daughter dressed up like
hookers and cruising the streets to pull a few 'tricks'.

Megan looked into my face and must have been able to read my mind,
because she pulled herself high enough on my chest to break our sweet
bond, pressed her mouth to my left ear, and then did her best to allay
every fear that had poisoned my thoughts with an array of whispered
words that heated more than the side of my head.

"No, Daddy!  I'll never leave you and screw around like Mommy does.  She
doesn't love you like I do, and I swear that I'll always be loyal and
obey you until the day I die.  Please believe me, Daddy ... I swear I
don't wanna fuhh ... have sex with any other guys.  You're my only
lover for the rest of my life, Daddy.  Please tell me you believe me."

I was torn between what slipped out of her lips and what I wanted to
believe, because Megan was just twelve, and she had a long road of life
and love ahead of her before she could make such unrealistic claims.

She was wrapped up in a tight hug, her face was nestled sideways onto my
chest, I caressed her back above her waist over and over again, and we
just lie still for the next couple of minutes.  She was the one who
eventually couldn't stand the silence.

"Please don't be quiet, Daddy.  Tell me what you're thinking, okay?"

With her left index finger tracing a series of small circles around my
erect and very sensitive right nipple she was able to break my
concentration.

"My precious little angel ... you're just twelve, Baby, and you're
gonna fall in love with a real guy your own age all too soon.  You can't
be my lover forever, even if we both want that lovely idea to be real."

Before I could finish pouring out what was in my head she cupped her
left hand over my mouth, lifted her face away from my body, looked down
at me with quivering lips and had an expression of intense need on her
face as if she craved something more meaningful and pleasant from my
mouth.  Before I could say anything more she began to whisper.

"Daddy ... you're the only guy who's ever tried to show me any kind of
love and pleasure in my whole life.  Almost all of my girlfriends at
school have already had lovers ... some even before they were ten years
old.  I'm the only girl at school who's ... who *was* a virgin before
you made love to me today, and as far as the boys are concerned I'm
nothing more than a fat little cow and not pretty enough to fuck."

"MEGAN!!!"

Barking at her through her fingers might have seemed inappropriate, but
I just couldn't have my little girl talking as if she was a worthless
cunt and might never know happiness.

"No, Daddy!  It's true.  You're the only guy who ever tried to make me
feel good or wanted to see me naked.  I know, 'cause I even tried to get
an older guy to look up my skirt one time at the mall 'cause one of my
friends dared me to, and he frowned at me and looked at one of my
friends instead."

"Ohhh, Baby."

"So you see, Daddy?  I can't help but love you more than any guy in the
whole world, 'cause even though I'm ... a little chubby you still make
me feel like the sexiest skank-ho in the world and fill my body with
such tingles and buzzy feelings that I wanna do anything I can to be
your best and only lover and make you feel good too."

Megan was wrapped up in another tight hug, I heard her whimper from how
intense I squeezed her, and I got another embrace of equal and more
affectionate strength a fraction of a second later.

"Oh, Baby.  I know I shouldn't lust for you like I do, and I don't want
you to have an unrealistic sense of love for me, but I can't help but
adore my little girl for how beautiful she is, how easy it is to get you
to cum, and how willing you are to give me pleasure in return."

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Please forget about any other guys trying to have sex with me, okay?  I
won't let any guy inside my panties ever, and they wouldn't want to be
there anyway, so ... please don't think I could ever give my body to
anyone else, okay?  Please?"

"I love you so much, Megan.  I wish you were at least eighteen so I
could take you away with me and make you my wife.  People might think I
was crazy for wanting to have such a sexy little animal in my bed, but I
could be happy with you for the rest of my life if it was possible."

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna be your wife someday ... I promise."

All I could do was hold her to me and keep from sobbing into her left
ear.  How could such a precious little girl have been living in my home
for so long and I didn't notice her until it was almost too late?

"Daddy?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Please let me be your pretend wife until I turn eighteen, okay?  I
promise I won't let any other guys touch me.  I'll be loyal and obedient
to you, and you can fuck me, and spank me, and even do lots of nasty
things to me if it makes you feel good.  Please let me be your slut and
whore, Daddy.  I need to be your slave so bad I almost can't stand it."

"Oh, Kitten.  You don't know what you're saying."

"Yes I do, Daddy!  I know some guys need to hurt girls a little bit to
feel super sexy and get their cocks really hard, 'cause me and some of
my friends found some stuff on the internet about girls letting their
boyfriends pretend rape them and even let other guys they knew do it so
they could have fun too."

When young girls and boys are alone and curious about their bodies and
those of their gender opposites I knew they'd often do things with each
other that they might not do alone, and vice versa.  Some would always
be brave enough to try something truly wicked when they're around their
support group, and then others would only be brave enough when they were
alone so they don't appear foolish or dangerous to their friends.  This
is where the effect our society has on real young people can be both
good and bad.

Young girls like my innocent little Megan will often do silly things for
acceptance.  That's why so many of them get into trouble, and had we not
been careful, and if she'd chosen another man to teach her about sex,
that might have included a hot little teen who talked me out of my pants
and between her thighs the previous summer.

"Were they just pictures, Kitten, 'cause people will sometimes ... "

"No, Daddy!  We, ummmm ... we saw movies."

"Movies?"

"Uh huh."

Thoughts flashed through my head that I'd never imagined could come from
a conversation I was having with my own little girl.  Before I could
stifle it an idea spilled out of my mouth.

"How did you feel, and what were you thinking when you saw that, Baby?"

"Well ... you won't get mad at me 'cause I was looking, will you,
Daddy?"

"No, Baby.  I told you yesterday that you're a woman now, and you have
the right to understand everything you want to about sex and all its
varied perversions."

Megan waited a few seconds, strummed my bare skin over my chest as if
she wasn't aware of the effect it was having on me, and when her courage
grew enough she whispered.

"It was kinda scary, Daddy ... but also ... I dunno, kinda hot."

"What was scary about it, Kitten?"

"I guess the girls not being in control and scared 'cause they didn't
know what might happen.  The super scary part was when more than one boy
made the girls ... fucked the girls over and over again until the guys
were laughing and taking lots of pictures and movies of the girl with
sperm dripping out of her pussy, and ass, and ... mouth and was all
over her face like some kind of proof that she was a slut."

"You know they were trying to humiliate the girls, right?"

"Yeah.  I didn't like that."

"What *did* you like?"

She looked into my eyes for a moment, seemed to want to share every
secret in her soul, and then pushed her mouth close to my ear as if she
didn't want anyone else to hear her.

"I liked it when the girls got to cum over and over and over with each
guy who fucked her.  It looked so hot for the girl to feel all that
pleasure, and I was wishing that I could be one of those girls in the
movies, Daddy, and when we were making love a little while ago I felt
that wonderful tingle each time you gave me another cum.  Are you mad?"

I pushed her back far enough so she could see me grinning at her, and
with at least one of my index fingers teasing a few hairs away from her
eyes I whispered back.

"The whole idea of an orgasm is to fill your body with an intense need
and a special kind of pleasure that can't be provided any other way.  If
you liked having all those cums, then ... you need to ask for more."

Before I could finish my thought Megan again interrupted me.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"I need millions of cums every day.  Will you please give me some more?"

"You really want your pervo Daddy to finger you, lick you, and fuck you
over and over again until you have almost endless orgasms, Baby?"

"No, Daddy!"

Her response took me by surprise, but before I could think about it too
long she began to speak again.

"I want a man who adores me with his whole heart to make love to me, and
tickle my pussy, and titties, and ass, and lick and kiss me, and make me
feel like the whole universe is gonna explode inside my body.  You're
not just my Daddy, Daddy ... you're a man who loves me for who I am and
what we can give each other.  Now that we're lovers I need for you to
fuck me and use me and give pleasure to me all the time.  That's what I
want."

We stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds and waited for
something to happen.  We didn't have to wait for very long before our
lips came together and our tongues danced inside each other's mouths.

A few moments later Megan slipped her left hand between our bodies,
claimed my cock, lifted her ass into the air, centered me between her
plump thighs, and with a hard stare into my gaze and quivering lips that
were open just a little my daughter worked my penis as far inside her
preteen vagina as it could go.

She couldn't even work me halfway within the snug grasp of her silken
depths before she began to whimper and tremble.

"Oh, Daddy!  Oh, Daddy!  Oh, Daddy!"

It wasn't necessary for me to arch my back and push up into my little
girl, but it looked as if Megan needed a little loving abuse, and I was
just the sort of cruel older lover who knew how to give it to her
without really hurting or scaring her.

We started slowly at first because of her nearly constant whimpers and
moans, but once she seemed to be able to handle the strain I whispered
into her mouth.

"You want your Daddy to fuck you good, Baby?"

With both of her lips sucked between her teeth Megan couldn't really
answer me, but I didn't care, because she was already so close to orgasm
all it might take would be a few unpredictable moves for her to lose her
rhythm and concentration.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!!!"

The tips of both sets of my fingers were wiggled into her tight cleft
behind her, I gripped her full fanny with both hands, and while looking
up into my daughter's face I began an ever increasing pace of upward
lunges until her mouth came open and she went silent.  It wasn't long
after I was pounding her in strokes twice per second for half a minute
before she went rigid again, hugged me hard enough to actually hurt and
pushed her pussy down into my forward jabs.  I only slowed down when I
felt my own orgasm building, but that's when Megan saw her chance to
repay me for her abuse and ground her pussy hard into my hips.  The feel
of her elegant silken charms as they hugged and enveloped my cock was
finally too much, and with my ass lifted off her bed an inch or two I
felt my bells spew forth a regular succession of nearly worthless
packets of goo.

After a couple of minutes of twitches, autonomic convulsions, and lots
of caresses both Megan and I remained still and rested.  It felt good to
sense her body weight on me, as if I could imagine her being an adult
rather than a preteen.  My precious little girl actually fell asleep on
my chest for a few minutes and made me wonder if we'd crossed a barrier
of acceptance that she'd grown comfortable with.  Could she be so at
ease on my body and with my cock tucked tight and deep into her bald
vagina that she'd succumb to something as natural as contented rest?

We could have taken a shower that evening, but after I woke her up Megan
whimpered that she needed to stay in bed with me all night.  That meant
instead of standing we could be lying down while getting cleaned up, and
I knew both of us would be much more comfortable after a nice wash
rather than sweaty and sticky with our shared liquid love, so I coaxed
her up, carried her, and changed our location to my huge garden
whirlpool tub and fucked her in the warm soapy water for a while.  About
the only difference between her bed and my tub was our bodies getting
just a little cleaner while we played, touched, and loved each other.

Megan slept like a baby in my arms Saturday night.  It felt so good for
us to lie naked in my bed, and I dreaded waking up the next day, because
I knew our private time would come to an end.  I probably could have
sexed her at every turn and in any position, but she looked like my
little baby girl at three or four with her hair draped around her
shoulders, her left arm across my chest, and a look of utter innocence
on her face.  For the longest time all I could do was stare at her,
caress her bare back, and wish for our special weekend to last forever.

My cell phone ringing somewhere in the darkness brought me out of a very
erotic dream and the lurid awareness that one of my hands was tucked
between my daughter's thighs from behind.  Megan didn't seem to mind
that my left middle finger was strumming her vaginal opening and going
back and forth enough for her ass and pussy to follow my movements, and
I had to smile while I felt her butt push back into my hand when I tried
to remove her invader.

It took a few moments for me to find my technological marvel on the
headboard behind a box of tissues using my right hand, and once it was
under my control I did my best to sound intelligent.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Franks?  Mr. Steven Franks?"

Steven?  Nobody called me Steven except for my mother before she died,
my teachers when I was in school, my wife when she was angry, and
someone in an official capacity.  I was fully awake in a second, and it
felt as if my heart stopped as I considered who else might address me in
such a formal manner.

"Uhhh ... yeah?"

"Mr. Franks ... you need to come to the police station downtown."

After my heart started again it felt as if it might quit beating
permanently.  I could sense a sudden drop in my body temperature as if
I'd fallen into a tub of ice water.

Megan and I hadn't spent any time outside the house, so how was it
possible that anyone ... the police could know what we'd been doing and
how I'd treated my own twelve year old daughter?

That's when I remembered the Chinese food delivery guy, but he never saw
Megan when he handed me the paper bag filled with food.  How could he
have found out about what I'd done to my little girl?  Could someone
have been peeking into my windows and seen what I'd been doing?  The
fact that almost all of them were covered in mini-blinds and curtains
that my wife took great pride in prevented most everyone from sneaking
views inside our house, unless they were literally standing against the
outside wall and their noses were pressed into the glass.

That's when I remembered what I'd said to my wife, the possibility that
she understood the depth of my depravity once I was allowed to venture
inside the tender and innocent confines of my chubby daughter's panties.
Could my own wife have called the cops and hinted that I was going to
rape the little preteen?  Was it possible that the words I'd used were
enough to convince my adulterous wife that I was going to use my own
child for my sexual needs and take my aggressions out on Megan since my
wife had jilted me?  Could Megan's mother see that far into my head and
understand that I was a 'little girl lover' from many years before?
Could she have found out about Kally and me the previous winter and the
following summer?

So many questions came and went in a flash, and I was sure my wife was
going to be waiting for me at the police station.

The police officer's voice broke my mental torture and replaced it with
the cold hard sting of reality.

"Mr. Franks?"

" yeah "

I felt the brash and unforgiving sensation of steel around my wrists and
couldn't push the image of my face directly over a line of white numbers
on a black background along my chest out of my head.

What would I say to my wife of almost twenty years?  What words could I
use to allay the dark sting of hate and disgust that my son would feel
the first time he saw me in a bright orange one-piece jail uniform?  How
would my neighbors react to the news, their cupped hands hiding words
that illustrated their shock and dismay about 'that nice man next door',
or 'he never looked like a pedophile'?

Time seemed to stand still as I held the small technological marvel to
my right ear, Megan shifting down my body in her sleep far enough that
she uncovered me.  From some other universe and through some other man's
eyes I watched my sleeping daughter shift her face down my chest, over
my recently tightened abs, grip my dick, fist me a few times to get me
warmed up, and then point the end of my cock toward her face so she
could wrap her crimson bee-stung lips around my glans.

Giving me a blow-job seemed completely normal and natural to Megan, her
casual pace, tender manner, slow determination, and relentless up and
down movements illustrating a kind of ingrained need in her brain like
an infant craving its mother's nipple.  The milk my daughter would get
soon enough certainly would be nutritious, but she couldn't live on it,
unless she kept my penis in her mouth all day and night long.

At the moment it sounded like a good idea.

"Mr. Franks?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"I know this is a difficult time, but ... you need to come here right
away.  Please don't ask me to send a unit to get you."

"Yes, Sir."

It was only my acknowledgment of the officer's requirement that stopped
my daughter's elegant fascination with her father's penis.  She pulled
her mouth away, jacked me with a slow and regular up and down motion
using her left hand, looked up my body through half-opened eyes, and
called to me in a low tone that I'd hoped wouldn't be loud enough for
the cop to hear.  About the only smart thing I did at that moment was to
tuck my left hand over the face of my phone to muffle what the guy might
hear.

"Who are you talking to, Daddy?"

Before I could answer her or whisper for her to be quiet the voice on
the phone returned.

"Is that another member of your family, Mr. Franks?"

"Uhhh ... yeah."

"I know it's late, but ... it would be a good idea if you brought them
with you."

"Yes, Sir."

"We'll be expecting you very shortly, Mr. Franks."

"Yes, Sir."

Click.

"Daddy?"

The expression on my face must have been a major clue and my silence
something that added just enough evidence of horror washing through my
brain.  It didn't take long before Megan stopped stroking my cock with
her small chubby hand, sat up a little bit, and then altered her facial
appearance to match what I must have been sporting.

"What, Daddy?  Please tell me."

Megan was sitting up on the bed next to my left hip, her left knee was
lifted, her foot pressed into the soft clean fabric of the sheet under
us, her right leg cocked out, and my eyes magnetically drawn to her
plump and hairless pussy.  In spite of what I'd just been asked to do I
couldn't resist one last caress of something that would forever remain
in my memory as the most precious and delicious parcel of Heaven on
Earth.

My left hand shifted away from my cell phone where I'd been cupping it,
over and down my body, and only stopped when it was tucked against
Megan's abundant vulva.  Before she could ask anything more I wiggled my
middle finger between her labia majora, under her body, and then as far
inside her vagina as it could go.  Since my hand was already turned palm
up my thumb was in perfect alignment, so I slipped it along her tight
cleft at the top of her Mons Veneris and began to roll her clitoris
around.  To make the scene complete I dropped my cell phone, my right
hand claimed one of her small breasts, rolled and toyed with an erect
nipple, and caressed her silken titty with the affection of a gentle and
mature lover.

I stared at my baby girl while she whimpered, arched her back, pushed
down onto the gentle invader, and began to rock her ass as if to mimic
what she'd done a couple of hours before on my naked hips.  She was
apparently in sexual need, because it didn't take very long before I
could feel her body succumb to my determined manipulation of her nubbin
and G-spot.  She looked and sounded so beautiful having yet another
protracted orgasm with her body twitching in uncontrolled lurches and
her thighs quivering as if I was tickling her.  As long as nobody was
around I was going to keep her at the height of passion and pleasure
until I couldn't delay our departure any longer.

It took me a while to stop fingering and masturbating my daughter, and
when she leaned to her left and hinted that she wanted to suck on my
cock some more I didn't stop her.  It might be the last time my lovely
little angel could do it, and I had no desire to inhibit her need.  In
order to be the loving Daddy after she'd claimed my penis I pulled her
body around and then settled her pussy onto my face so we could have a
nice '69' for a few minutes.

We almost didn't stop sucking and munching on each other, and I was glad
she was so eager to share yet another animated cum.  The mood was too
strong and our need too great, and with little more than a careful shift
of her nude body over mine I directed my daughter's plump and bald pussy
down onto my cock.  The moment Megan felt my penis split her nether lips
and disappear as far into her vagina as I could go she moaned, she flung
her head back, and rolled her hips around as if to increase the friction
that was created between our genitals.

I fucked that poor chubby girl for a few minutes without any concern for
how it might have affected her, my lust at an all time high, my desire
for such a precious little girl beyond any intelligence, and my need to
keep us locked together for as long as was possible.  To see her lurch
and buck on my hips and act as if she was completely out of control
fueled something in me, and before she had a chance to do or say
anything I pushed my daughter off my hips, forced Megan onto her back,
climbed over her, forced my cock back into her tight preteen pussy, and
started to treat her as if she was a brainless whore.

Megan never once resisted my needs, and she proved that she truly did
want me to enjoy myself in any manner I chose, because with her eyes
wide and an expression on her face as if her mother was standing
alongside the bed she watched me fuck her with a kind of passion that
she might never see again as long as she lived.  But it was when she
reached out with both hands and whispered up into my face that I knew my
daughter and I had developed something that nobody could destroy.

"Rape me, Daddy.  Fuck me and do anything that you want.  I need it, and
you need to have a nasty little willing slut in your bed as much as you
want.  Come on, Daddy ... fuck and rape me good."

From somewhere deep within my core I knew Megan didn't *know* why she
needed to insist upon my raping her, or what rape might be to her if the
only thing she saw were a few movies on the internet.  Megan was just a
young girl with a whole new world of sexual experiences to explore, and
it was clear she was obviously very confused about what she wanted, what
she thought her Daddy wanted, and just how far she'd be willing to go to
please the man who meant more to her than anyone in the world.

Her words and hands might have hinted at a secret need to afford me as
much pleasure as I wanted, but her expression of terror told me that
she'd never seen me with a look of utter lust written all over my face.
Why would she try so hard to insist that I dominate her like that?  Had
I inadvertently released something from inside my little girl that she'd
been keeping locked up and hidden, maybe even from herself?

Yes, both Megan and I had grown together in a very intimate manner in a
very short time, but why was my little girl acting so careless and
urging me to abuse her like that?  I might only find out if we had a
chance to lie quietly for a while and discuss the subject at length, but
I was far too horny for my daughter's good, she was far too willing
for mine, and the cops were expecting me downtown.

Her plump 'B'-cup titties were pawed at and nipples tugged on, her
vagina invaded with a kind of brutal passion that hinted at a total loss
of my mental faculties, and my hands gripping and molesting my twelve
year old little girl as if I might fall toward the center of the Earth.
I pounded her vagina in a manner that I'd never exhibited to any woman
in my life as if this was going to be the last time I might ever get to
feel the glorious silken wet warmth of a woman's body for as long as I
lived.  To see her body being shoved backward each time I thrust hard
into her vagina made her look like a puppet, and with each hard lunge
into her cunny I saw her mouth a silent "Ow!"

And yet Megan never once pushed me away, cried out in fear, nor tried to
stop anything I did to her.  In spite of the crude and carnal manner in
which I was raping her she looked up and watched every grimace on my
face.  Nothing seemed to affect her impression of me even after I began
to manhandle her like a sailor with a two-day pass and a fist full of
money.  In spite of who I was fucking and how precious she was to me I
felt a kind of satisfaction that I'd never felt before, even if that
need was being perverted by a growing sense of guilt that developed from
a mere passing thought to the image of my wife screaming at me next to
the bed we were lying on.

Somewhere between blind lust and sexual rage I realized what I was doing
to Megan, and when I saw something on my little girl's face that hinted
at her pleasure I knew I'd infected her brain with a kind of sexual
virus that had no cure.  That's when I began to understand a little bit
about my little girl that had been so carefully masked by her timid
demeanor, submissive attitude, and polite acceptance that she wasn't
good enough for any boy she knew in school.  From an intense need for me
to fuck the preteen like a street-walker or school whore I felt the
bottom of my heart fall away and my soul being ripped from my chest.

How could I treat my chubby little angel like that?  Why did I want to
rape her in the first place?  Was I nothing more than a brute and beast
deep down?  Each time I looked into her eyes and saw more than the quiet
and chubby little girl who only wanted to be accepted and loved I felt
dirty, cheap, and unworthy of the very person who craved my acceptance.

With a lot more consideration than half a minute before I slowed my
attack, reached around her head, pulled her into a sitting position
still attached to me, and then whispered into her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Baby!  Please forgive me for treating you like that.  I lost
control for a few minutes, and ... and something came over me."

With her eyes locked onto mine and her voice low she spoke into my lips
while she licked me once, twice, and then a third time.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"You ... you wanna ... you need to rape me some more, don't you?"

I felt so ashamed for the way I was treating my little girl, especially
after the loving afternoon we'd shared and the way I'd brought her into
full womanhood.  Her hands went around my head, she forced me to keep
looking at her, and with a world's worth of pain in my chest I tried to
avert her gaze.

"Please look at me, Daddy.  Please?"

From beyond the depths of Hell, my cock still inside her tight pussy,
and with her future literally in my hands I knew to offer Megan some
polite consideration after the way I'd treated her for a few nasty
minutes.  My eyes met hers, I saw a grin form on her face, and she
kissed me and licked my mouth a few more times before she spoke again.

"I love you, Daddy, and I told you that I was gonna let you do whatever
you wanted to after you gave me that wonderful first time, didn't I?"

While looking into her gaze all I could do was nod.

"Well ... I had the most wonderful first fuck that any virgin could
want, and to make all my best secret dreams come true my own loving
Daddy made me a woman yesterday.  You've been such a loving and careful
father and perfect lover that I *have* to let you do the things that
Mommy won't let you.  I'm not mad at you for wanting to do that kind of
stuff to me, Daddy.  I know you gotta let go a little bit and be nasty
with a little girl at least once in your life, and now that I'm your
only lover and you're the best man I could ever want in my bed I'm gonna
let you do anything to me that you want.  I know you're gonna wanna
treat me a little bit scary sometimes, and you're gonna act a tiny bit
crazy when ... when you need to be nasty and ... and pretend to rape me,
but I know you're not really gonna hurt me, or make me do anything that
I won't like for real, right?"

In spite of the crude and despicable nature of my lust and the way I'd
always wanted to treat a girl, even if only once, I had to admit to her
and myself that she was right.

" yeah "

"Then ... it's okay, Daddy.  Please don't be scared or mad at yourself,
'cause I'm gonna let you do stuff like that when you need to, okay?"

In a blur of movement I flung my arms around my little girl and while
still connected to her elegantly snug nearly-virgin pussy I broke down
and bawled onto her left shoulder.  Poor Megan was lost for a few
moments, and the only thing she could do was hug me, remain silent, and
let me pour my heart out for the way I treated her.

From somewhere outside my head and from another part of my life I felt a
need like none other, and after I'd spent a minute or so sobbing like a
little boy who'd just lost his favorite pet I wiped my tears away, held
her face in my hands, pressed our foreheads and noses together, and
whispered into her mouth.

"I love my little girl more than she'll ever know.  You mean more to me
than any woman in my life, Megan, and I want you to know that I'll
sacrifice everything I have just so you can be happy."

Her smile made me feel better, but her kisses filled my heart with joy.

"I love you too, Daddy, and I meant what I said.  If you need to ... to
be a little rough with me some more, then ... go ahead and be as nasty
as you want to.  I was a tiny bit scared of the way you were treating
me for a minute, but I'm not scared no more, and I want you to treat me
like a little tramp or whore so you can feel good for the first time
since ... well ... we don't need to talk about Kally or Mommy any more,
will we Daddy?"

"No, Baby.  Kally means nothing to me anymore, and we both know your
mother is spending her weekend in bed with another man.  You're the only
woman in my life, and I'll do whatever it takes to ensure your
happiness."

My mouth was writing checks my body couldn't cash, but there was no need
for me to end our brief wicked adventure with sadness and the awareness
of what was going to happen at the police station.  There was going to
be plenty of time for that since I got the phone call a few minutes
before.

Even before she tried to move or I considered uncoupling from my young
lover I looked into her eyes one more time with an expression that
hinted at our secret being shared with people we didn't want to involve.
What I said next might have been uttered more for me than her, but my
guilt had affected me quite a bit, and I needed to wipe the slate clean
before I let my hormones dictate the way I was going to treat Megan
again.

"Baby ... I promise to curtail my blind lust to treat you like another
careless daddy's spoiled brat or some stupid fucking whore.  You have
no idea just how precious you are to me, even without your willingness
to let me abuse and use you in any manner that might please me.  Yes, it
felt really good to ... to rape you for a few minutes, but that isn't
the way I wanna treat you every day, nor do I want you to get used to
being my little slut often enough for you to feel less than the most
treasured possession and partner a man could want.  I got my rocks off
for a few minutes, but I now feel a bit more uncomfortable than I ever
thought I might.  You're not a slut, Megan ... you're my little angel,
and I'll always treasure you for the lovely little girl I've fallen in
love with all over again ... even if that love is gonna be questioned by
society or hidden from it.  I love you, Baby ... and I don't want to
hurt you any more."

What she whispered into my mouth next made my whole body tremble.

"Silly Daddy!  I know what you want, what you need, and I'll be sure to
give you all of it ... and me at the right time from now on."

I don't know how I did it, but I cleaned us up, got us both dressed, and
Megan in the car with me before an hour had gone by, all of it without
telling her why we were headed out of the house.  I dreaded having to
drive to the police station to surrender myself into incarceration, but
I needed to take responsibility for my actions and prove to my mature
daughter that even her loving Daddy was honest enough to deal with lots
of bad news.  I had no idea what might happen, but I needed to deal with
it in the most reserved and stately manner possible.

The entire time I drove away from the house Megan was staring at me and
holding my right hand between her full thighs.  My index and middle
fingers teased at her clitoris hidden behind her clothes, and even with
the chance that somebody would find out I couldn't help but slip my hand
up to the belt line of her baggy jeans and then down inside.  Megan was
the perfect conspirator, because she leaned as far back in the seat as
she could, made my access easier, and even undid and unzipped her jeans
so I was able to work my hand inside.

Her bald Mons Veneris and vulva were so soft and silky, and I could have
fondled rather than fingered her vagina or stimulated her clitoris for
hours.  The moment I turned my car into the parking lot of the police
station Megan finally became aware of a part of why I'd gotten reckless.

It felt as if everyone was watching Megan and me walk into the building,
and even though it was after two thirty in the morning the place was as
busy as a woman's fashion store during a major sale.  All manner of
people were moving around, and most of the folks didn't look all that
happy about being there with us.

As was expected more than a few of the disheveled male and even a few
sluttishly dressed lady 'visitors' took the time to ogle my darling
creation, and her reaction was exactly as I expected.  It didn't take
more than two or three muffled comments from a few bold men who were
rubbing their cocks through their pants for Megan to turn away from
them, tuck her head tight against my body, shrug her shoulders as if to
hide her plump titty development, and grip my body hard enough to hurt.

Even though I was about to answer for my own lewd crimes against a minor
child I had no desire to see my little girl being treated like a whore.
Sure, my Kitten wanted to act like a slut with me in private, but her
reaction to so much visual and verbal abuse by strangers at the police
station proved she was still the frightened and innocent little virgin
from three days and two nights before.

It took more strength than I'd ever imagined for me to walk up to the
information desk and interrupt a female officer who was talking to
someone on the phone.

"Uhhhh ... excuse me."

Her reaction made her sound angry.

"I'll be with you in a minute, Sir!"

I had no intention to force my way around the short partition and throw
myself behind bars, but I also had no desire for my little girl to
continue to provide all the male and a few female guests with any
additional entertainment, nor for them to leer at her and whisper
denigrating comments about how much fun she'd be in their bed.  In *my*
bed she was hot and uninhibited, but I had no desire to find out if they
might agree with me after I was behind bars.  The smartest thing for me
to do was pull her around my body and station her between me and the
partition that separated me from my prison sentence.

Megan most likely didn't notice where she was tugging my hands, because
it was only after my right middle finger slipped and began to caress her
left nipple while she held my hand against her breast and under her arm
that I felt my face burst into a deep crimson hue.  Had anyone else seen
me fondling my daughter they wouldn't have bothered with a trial and
just shot me on the spot.  Fortunately her desire for my embrace and the
way she pulled my hands and forearms across her chest proved she just
wanted to feel more comforted, so as a last gesture of paternal
affection I gave her a squeeze that increased in intensity until she
giggled and whispered.

"Tee-Hee!  I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Baby."

It was obvious our loving verbal exchange had gotten the female cop's
attention, because with her face still in the direction of some
paperwork she was writing on her eyes tilted up and glared at me.  Any
notion of a blush before was just as suddenly improved upon, and I could
feel my face burning from the volume of blood coursing inside my head.

After a few more words spoken in curt defiance to whomever was on the
phone with her the woman pressed a button on the control unit, sat back
a little bit, looked up at me and Megan, and then gave me a look
somewhere between disgust and boredom.

"Yes, Sir?"

"I'm Steven Franks.  I was told to come here."

In absolute juxtaposition from what the cop might have wanted to see
Megan kept rocking back and forth in my grasp and even kissed the inside
of my left upper arm as if to prove to the woman that my daughter loved
her Daddy more than any girl in the city could her own father.

The cop typed a few characters onto a keyboard in front of her, waited a
few seconds, and then we saw her eyes go wide with what I anticipated
was horror or astonishment.  She looked into my eyes, then Megan's, and
then mine again before she added a few more words to her keyboard.  Once
that difficult task was done she reached to her telephone control unit,
pressed a single button, and tried to look inconspicuous.

"Yeah, it's Holly.  Franks is here ... okay."

Every nerve in my body ached, and all my muscles were so tight I thought
my bones would break.  But Megan only seemed concerned about the guys
who'd ogled and whispered to her before, because in my grasp and hiding
in front of me she looked far too relaxed for what was about to happen.

The lady cop hit another button, waited a few moments, and as soon as
she began to speak looked around the room as if to see if the doors and
windows were all closed to prevent my escape.

"Yeah, Joyce?  It's Holly.  Franks brought his daughter, so ... can you
come to the lobby?"

She didn't even wait for a reply, or possibly didn't need to, and after
the last word spilled from her lips the cop painted on a smile, tried
not to look into my eyes, and extracted a multi-part form from a drawer
to her left and a manila envelope from another drawer to her right.
When I saw the word "Property" in big red letters across the top of the
form I knew I'd have to remove everything from my pockets in a little
more than a minute.

Megan would have been horrified had she known what was about to happen,
but my little girl was only concerned about how close she could pull me
into her fanny and back, how tight she could tug my arms and hands
around her chubby body, and how hard she could try to prove to all the
people around us that each of her kisses onto my upper arms were but a
meager hint of what we'd done for quite a while the day before.

Even before I could pull Megan away from the information desk partition
I heard someone approach my left and right sides from behind.  The only
thing I could do was give Megan one last snug embrace, tilt my face down
to her right ear, kiss her tender curl through her hair, and then
whisper a last few loving words before her world turned upside-down.

"I love you, Baby ... always remember that."

A voice from behind and a hand on my right shoulder sent a wave of
electricity through my whole body.

"Mr. Franks?"

It almost felt as if the guy had stuck me with a taser and had begun to
enjoy the scene before him as every muscle in my body trembled and
quivered.

My face came away from Megan's ear, I stood as tall as I could, and
turned my head around to see who had their hand on my right shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Come with us, please.  Joyce ... escort Mr. Frank's daughter to the
counseling room, please."

Well ... this was it.  The next time Megan saw me I'd be wearing a jail
uniform, flexible cotton and polyester slippers, and would have my
wrists bound behind me in manacles.  But it was Megan's pitiful whimper
loud enough for everyone in the large room to hear that caused me even
more concern.

"DADDY???"

"It's okay, Kitten ... go with the lady police officer and answer all
her questions."

"NOOO!!!"

Megan spun in place, wrapped her arms around my body, plunged her face
into my chest, gripped me tight enough to truly hurt, and did her best
to remain where she'd always wanted to be.  I think it was only then
that my child had a clue something bad was about to happen.

In a strange twist of fate and to further torture me I heard the male
cop behind me and to the right say something that surprised me but
pleased Megan.

"Joyce ... why don't you come with us to room number six?  It looks
like Mr. Franks' daughter might be harder to handle than I thought."

"Sure."

"This way, Mr. Franks."

The guy removed his hand from my shoulder and using his flattened
appendage pointed toward a door that was behind the partition.  It was
hard to walk with Megan attached to my chest like some perverse alien
life form, but I managed to coax her along and not trip over her in the
process.  We were led through a wide metal door with a small mirrored
window that was high enough off the ground for a pair of eyes to peer
through, down a long hallway with offices and workrooms along either
side, and then into a large room that had a number of chairs around a
circular table.  The entire time we were walking Megan refused to walk
beside me, but three other male and the one female police officer had no
problem keeping pace close behind.

The man's hand directed me to a chair on the opposite side of the table,
and as I pulled it out I noticed I was facing a camera that was along
the opposite wall and high enough that nobody could block it or knock it
down.  I could only begin to imagine how many lives had been ruined
while that camera held its place and mindlessly captured images of faces
covered in tears, bodies in torment, and hands trying to find their way
to freedom.

My darling little girl did her best to take a spot on a chair to my
left, but after the small cadre of cops surrounded and a couple of them
sat down on either side of us she couldn't keep her place.  Before I
could stop her and with my captors watching with wide eyes and open
mouths Megan lunged closer to me, climbed up onto my lap, wrapped me up
in a hug that seemed more desperate than any she'd ever offered before,
and then whimpered into my chest as if someone was drilling into her
heart with a dull stick.

"Noooo, Daddy!  Make them go away and take me home!"

I caressed her back, combed my fingers through her long hair, and
pressed my mouth to the top of her head while I whispered.

"We can't go home right now, Baby.  These police officers have a duty to
perform, we've both got to be brave, listen to what they have to tell
us, and answer any questions they ask.  Can you be my big girl and use
some of that tremendous energy inside your body to deal with what's
about to happen?"

"I ... I want to, Daddy, but ... I'm scared."

"I know, Baby.  This will be over soon.  Let's be brave for them now."

She nodded into my chest, released me from a kind of prison that I'd
hoped never to be freed of, and after her arms came away from around my
body she sniffed and tucked her hair behind her ears.  About the only
thing she didn't do was get off my lap and sit in a chair by herself.

"Mr. Franks ... you have to understand that this is just as difficult
for us as it is for your daughter.  What we've got to talk about isn't
going to be easy, and it certainly will affect the rest of your lives,
but we've got to figure out how to get through the next few very
distasteful and unpleasant minutes and not ruin her life in the
process."

The longer he talked and the more he said the tighter my stomach got.
It was almost so hard on me that I wanted to go ahead and blurt out that
I'd raped my daughter dozens and dozens of times, split her full thighs
with my face and tongued her to a hundred orgasms, had wiggled my digits
into her most intimate and private places on her whole body, and had let
her wrap her crimson bee-stung lips around my cock and wanted her to do
it every day for the rest of my life.

I think the cop could see the anguish in my eyes, because he motioned
for Joyce, the female cop, to scoot closer behind Megan, and whispering
in a maternal tone about an octave higher than I thought might be her
normal voice I heard her implore Megan to release me from her snug grasp
and slip off my lap.

"Come on, Honey.  Your father needs to talk to the duty officer for a
little bit.  Why don't we go get you a nice cup of hot chocolate and
some cookies, or maybe you'd like a cola and a candy bar?  I promise
you'll see your daddy in a few minutes, okay?"

Her food choices might have been because of Megan's slightly fuller
figure and the likelihood that my little girl had been munching on candy
rather than carrots and cucumbers, but I knew the next time Megan saw me
she wouldn't be happy with what she witnessed.  In a monotonous and soft
high-pitched drone the woman coaxed Megan off my lap, surrounded my
little girl in her arms, and with one of the male officers following
along they directed my child out of the room.  The expression on my
little girl's face proved she really didn't want to go, but she must
have known she had no other choice.

As soon as the door to the conference room was closed I saw the duty
officer motion to the other male cop in attendance for the guy to cover
the video camera on the wall across from me.  A paper bag from one of
the local fast food places was tucked over the whole unit and then the
second man left the room and closed the door.  In the quiet stillness of
the room with only the senior duty officer sitting next to me I could
hear my heart pounding in my chest, feel my blood coursing through my
ears, and discerned every muscle and nerve tingling.  That's when I knew
I was going to be beaten silly and then ass-raped by a dozen burly men
who hadn't been allowed out of jail for the last twenty years.

He waited no more than a few seconds after we'd been granted some
privacy, and once he felt the time was right he shifted in his chair a
little bit, leaned forward, propped his elbows on his knees, and with
the level of his head below mine he looked up into my blank stare,
leaned toward me as if he was going to whisper the most vile and
disgusting words I might ever hear in my life, and shared what he didn't
want Megan to hear.

"Mr. Franks ... "

I could almost feel Megan wrap her arms around my body, push the side of
her face against my chest just below my chin, start to cry, and begin to
quiver.  Since the female cop took my child to another room all I could
do was sit there feeling as if I was about to be beaten to death.

" ... do you know where your wife and son are?"

"Uhhh ... sure!  My wife is at a therapy spa about an hour away, and my
son is at his friend's house for the weekend."

The cop looked at me as if he thought I was totally clueless, and I knew
my wife was somewhere in the police station waiting to be led in at the
last moment so she could enjoy my torment.  Why the cop asked about Josh
was beyond my reasoning at the moment, but then nothing seemed right
after I got that phone call.  With the same steely-eyed gaze the first
time I stared into his gaze he looked right into my soul while he began
to speak again.

"Mr. Franks ... I'm sorry to have to say this, but ... "

I could already hear the sound of a jail house door being slammed shut
and could feel the hands of dozens of murderers and rapists grip my
throat.  I'd never been anally raped before, but something told me I'd
need to either get used to it, or I'd have to kill a few men in jail to
preserve my reputation and keep my ass from being ripped open.

" ... your wife and son were in a car collision last night, ... "

The room we were in seemed to draw away from me as if I'd been on one of
those theme park rides with my body thrown into the air backward at a
hundred miles per hour.  I could actually see myself sitting in the
chair from a vantage point about fifty feet overhead, and the tingle I'd
felt as all my nerves buzzed with electricity vanished in an instant.
Rather than feel intense pain I felt empty, cold, and alone.

" ... and your son was drunk when the police showed up."

Nothing was making sense anymore.  What did the man just say?

"Puh ... pardon?"

The police officer looked at me, the door, and then toward his shiny
polished shoes.  It seemed to take forever for him to look up again and
begin to utter words that must have been created across the far side of
the universe.

"When we got the call about a one vehicle collision in the next county
over your wife and son were in your son's car about fifteen miles from
where your wife and son had been staying the previous two nights."

The room was so quiet I could hear conversations along the front of the
building where we'd entered, and that was over a hundred feet away
beyond the closed door of conference room number six.

I probably could have said a million things that might have made sense,
but all I could utter were a few poorly chosen words.

"Why were they ... where ... how could they ... ?  What happened?"

Nothing was working for me, and I think the cop could tell.  It was only
the senior officer's subdued whisper closer to my right ear that brought
my mind out of a fog that was so thick I was sure I could cut it with a
plastic butter knife.

"This isn't very easy for me, I've never had to tell a man this about
his wife and son, Mr. Franks, and ... I know you didn't want your
daughter to hear it, so I waited until after she was taken out of the
room before I started."

My mind was blank.  I honestly couldn't think.

My wife and son had been involved in a one vehicle car wreck ... in
Josh's car, but he was in town at a friend's house and was going to be
spending the weekend with his buds and homeboys.  What was he doing
almost a hundred miles away, and ... why was my wife with him?

Doubts about everything around me began to pervade my consciousness, and
the only thing that registered was an impossible notion that couldn't
and most likely *shouldn't* have entered my mind.  I'm sure the
expression on my face must have told the officer I wasn't going to be
rational for the next few hours, much less the next few days, and he
began a whispered plea for me to collect my senses.

"Please, Mr. Franks.  It's important that I share what I can before you
think about it too much.  I know this is very difficult, but ... I've
got to hear that you can take more.  Please understand that I'd prefer
not to have to share this with you, but I've got to say this without
offending you ... privately ... man-to-man."

What?  Privately?  Man-to-man?  What the fuck was he going to ...

The dark wisp of a thought that had crossed my mind moments before and
was quickly disregarded as impossible seemed to press against the inside
of my skull with enough force to bring on a massive headache.

Could the impossible have happened?  Were Josh and his mom ... ?

"Mr. Franks ... I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you this, but
I've got to share some information with you that's going to be really
hard on you, your daughter, your extended family, and all your friends
and neighbors.  Before I begin I need for you to assure me that you're
thinking clearly and can handle ... something very troubling."

"Uhhhh ... sure."

"Instead of being parked in an approved rest area or driving safely
along a major thoroughfare your son's car was driven over the shoulder
near a bend of a quiet back road and ended up with the front end wrapped
around a large tree.  We've known about that spot for years as a place
where a few people who fall asleep lose control of their vehicles and
run off the road, and we've tried to encourage the highway department to
create some sort of barricade to keep people from ending up in the
ditch, but we don't have the funding to erect as many highway protection
devices as we'd like and can't have patrol officers checking every
dangerous area and curved road all over the state, soooo ... "

It was obvious Josh had lost control of his car because of something
that ... because he couldn't keep his eyes open, and I could only
imagine what it must have felt like for the young lad when he felt his
car careen off the road just before hitting a tree.  That's when I
remembered the cop telling me that Josh was drunk, but Josh *never*
drank, or at least he didn't spend any time in his car after he'd been
at a party and might have gotten tipsy.

"If they'd been stopped at an approved rest stop or remained at their
hotel room where they'd checked in Friday night, or if he hadn't been
distracted by your wife's ... activities he most likely wouldn't have
wrecked his car.  If this had happened closer to town rather than on
that lonely stretch of road we might have gotten word sooner, but not
that many people drive along that stretch of country road now that the
interstate highway makes travel across that portion of the state easier.
We don't like for people to be distracted while they're driving, but we
just can't keep people from doing crazy things when they're in a car."

For Josh to lie to me about being with his friends didn't sit well with
me for some reason, and I began to wonder what else I might find out.

"But it was what we learned after another driver called 9-1-1 to let us
know about a single car collision that's going to be even tougher for
you to handle, Mr. Franks.  This is where you're going to need to suck
it up for a minute and really get a hold of yourself.  I need for you to
tell me you're up to this right now, even if there's gonna be no better
time to find out.  Can you do that, Sir?"

"Yeah ... I'm up to it.  What is it you're *not* trying to tell me?"

"Your wife ... her dress ... she was half-naked when the emergency
medical teams arrived, and we have sworn testimony that the person who
called the wreck in hadn't removed any of her clothing.  She was partly
undressed before the wreck occurred, and the where-abouts of her skirt
and panties are still a bit of a mystery."

The image I had of my wife and son sitting in his hot-rod and talking
about some aspect of our family life was replaced by one with the front
end of his car wrapped around a tree while the two of them were in the
midst of having sex.  The description the cop provided didn't mention
them having intercourse, but by the sound of my wife's half-undressed
condition there really wasn't much for me to conclude other than the
fact that Josh had been fucking his mom and might have intentionally
tossed her skirt and panties out of the window to humiliate her.

That's when a new and very perverse image filled my head from corner to
corner, and I couldn't suppress the need that welled up from the deepest
part of my body.  I could have considered my son's adventures in my
wife's panties a rather wicked and fun adventure for the sixteen year
old, but something other than lust and sexual intrigue overcame me,
because I knew their tryst was going to be shared with more than a few
people because of the nature of what had happened, the fact that it
occurred on a public road, and more than a few explanations would need
to be shared with the hospital, our insurance agent, and maybe even our
friends.

In spite of what he'd said the cop must have had to give that sort of
speech more than once, because he had a look that illustrated a kind of
perverse satisfaction for having to tell yet another clueless husband
that his wife was fucking some other guy.  The fact that 'guy' was my
own son must have added a kind of crude pleasure to the cop staring back
at me with an expression that hinted what a son heard from his father
about trusting a young woman too earnestly.

After I saw the look on his face and felt more humiliated than ever in
my life I sat back in the chair and tried to push the notion that my son
wrecked his car and had been found with his mom in the car without her
skirt and panties.  It was only then that I was clear-headed enough to
ask about their condition.

"Are they okay?  Were they injured badly?"

"Just a few cuts, some bumps, a lot of bruises, and he's been admitted
to the emergency room because of a rather ... unique injury.  Had they
both been wearing their seat belts and not been involved in ... just
sitting down they might have faired better.  All-in-all they're very
lucky to be alive, because your son hit that tree hard enough to nearly
bend his car in half.  If he'd have been going just a few miles per hour
faster they both would have been thrown from the car and most likely
been killed."

Each time the image filled my head I felt like puking.

It took a minute and a bottle of purified water to help me wet my tongue
and lips to speak, and once I took a few hits off the plastic container
the cop placed his left hand on my right shoulder and offered yet more.

"Mr. Franks ... please forgive me for having to share this, but ... I
need to tell you the rest."

I turned to him with an expression that mimicked what someone might have
expressed the moment before their car was struck head-on by a huge
truck.

"There's ... more?"

"Mr. Franks ... Steve ... may I call you Steve?"

"Sure."

"Steve ... your wife and son being in a car crash is bad enough news,
but it was *why* they were in his car instead of their hotel room that's
the most troubling.  You see, your wife was flirting with a number of
the men at that spa you were talking about, your son had been drinking
alcoholic beverages rather than just soda pop or water, and when one man
made a pass at your wife and started to ... be physical with her in an
inappropriate manner your son grabbed the nearest item and nearly beat
the man's head in.  Before the ambulance and police arrived your son and
wife were kicked out of the establishment and told never to return.  A
few moments later they drove away, and within a half hour his car was
reported wrecked on a back road less than ten miles closer to town."

The look he gave me pretty much told me more than I needed to hear, but
my brain was so occupied with a million different reasons for my wife
and son to have already spent two nights together and away from home
that I couldn't see beyond the dark cloud that had formed in my head.

The cop shifted his chair closer, leaned in a little more, and in a
voice so soft I almost couldn't hear him I was told something that
struck closer to home than he could have imagined.

"Steve ... when the EMT's examined her they discovered that your wife
and son had been ... they'd been having sex for quite a while, because
your wife's ... womb was filled with more sperm than he could have
produced just once.  They thought she'd been gang raped, but when they
did a quick DNA analysis they discovered that the entire contents of
her female cavity were filled with only one person's semen."

Josh was fucking his mom long and often enough to fill her up?

Instead of breaking it to me slowly and letting me absorb everything a
little at a time the cop must have believed enough time had gone by for
me to accept everything at once, akin to my trying to take a sip from a
fire hose.  In a rapid succession of words and phrases I got the whole
story in little more than half a minute.

"When the first person saw tire tracks that led into the bushes and
discovered his car your son was unconscious behind the wheel, your wife
was also unconscious lying sideways almost between his front seat and
the firewall, his hand was still between her bare thighs, his middle
finger was tucked into her, uhhh ... vagina, and ... and his penis was
severed part way during the collision because her ... her teeth nearly
bit it off.  Their clothes below the waist had been ... well ... her
skirt was gone, her panties were nowhere to be found, and his jeans and
shorts were tugged far enough down his lower limbs so she could engage
in full oral masturbation on him without any hindrance."

He'd been speaking in a manner that hinted he had only a certain number
of seconds to share the news as if taking longer and going slow might
have caused *his* brain to explode.

"I'm sorry, Steve ... but there was no other way for me to share this
with you, and we had no desire for you to find out accidentally if word
of this leaked out.  We can control most of the data recorded regarding
this unfortunate incident, but if someone starts asking lots of very
inappropriate questions someone might let something slip out."

It took me a few seconds, but I was finally able to speak the first few
coherent words.

"You said my wife and son had been kicked out of the spa?"

"Yes ... and in an utter twist of irony the guy who'd been at the
receiving end of your son's anger was someone we'd been searching for
and had a warrant on for quite a while.  Had the guy not been knocked
unconscious until the EMT's showed up we might never have caught up with
him."

"Was he some kind of criminal?"

"I can't really talk about that aspect of our investigation, but suffice
it to say he wasn't someone you wanted your wife and son to be talking
to on a late Saturday night.  If she was teasing or flirting with the
guy and he really did try to make a play for your wife, then ... let's
just say his reputation with women concerns us in the force enough to
wonder just what kind of 'fun' he was gonna be having with her had your
son not been bold and crazy enough to beat the man unconscious."

It was hard to imagine that I'd find out about my wife and son engaged
in sex in his car because some jerk made a pass at my wife at the spa
while she was flirting with him, and my drunken son tried to beat the
asshole senseless in a fit of jealous rage.

There was a look I saw in the officer's eyes that couldn't be suppressed
any longer, and I knew, as a man, that he had more he wanted to say, but
he must have been forced to keep it inside because of how it might have
made all of them look in my eyes.  It took a lot more courage for me to
whisper my next request, but I just couldn't hold back any longer.

"Off the record ... tell me what you're thinking, please."

He looked down for a moment, back up into my eyes, tried to say
something but couldn't, shook his head, and dropped his gaze toward his
hands as they fumbled near his knees.  That's when I felt a sense of
curiosity build within me that wasn't going to go away until I knew what
was troubling him.

"Come on, officer.  I've just been told my wife has been slutting
herself to criminals at a resort spa, and had the ... the balls to give
her own son a blow job while the kid was driving his car.  If I can stay
sane after hearing all that I should be able to keep my composure after
you share what's in your head."

His grin couldn't be stifled any longer, and while trying to keep from
laughing uncontrollably he spoke in a manner that made *him* appear
insane for a few moments.

"The poor kid was most likely having the time of his life with his mom's
lips wrapped around his pecker, and when he ... he ... "

"When my son orgasmed ... came in her mouth ... "

" ... when he painted her tonsils with his teen spunk he most likely
couldn't maintain his composure and closed his eyes long enough to drive
his car in the wrong direction on that dark and curved road.  The next
thing he felt was the exact opposite of what he'd enjoyed for a few
moments, and he nearly lost his dick to the very woman who'd been
sucking it down her throat for who knows *how* long."

Beyond any sense of decency and respect for my wife I had to smile and
chuckle at the disparity of emotions that must have been surging through
both of their heads at that inglorious moment.  Yes, my wife was giving
another man a blow job, and my son was foolish enough to accept one
while he was driving.  For both of them to be hooked up and suffer a
fate nearly worse than death for a guy seemed appropriate, if a little
painful.

The cop and I smiled and I could sense his need to laugh hard enough to
pee his pants, but he must have remembered his role, position, and the
responsibility he had to me at that time.  It was at that moment I felt
much better about his telling the other officer to cover the camera.

The cop gripped me by the back of the neck and leaned in a little bit as
if he had *more* bad news.

"Steve ... you're gonna have to tell your daughter about this some how.
Do you want me to call in the staff psychologist and counselor so they
can help you?  This is probably gonna be hardest thing you're gonna have
to tell your little girl, and by the way she reacted a few minutes ago
we can tell she might be a lot less mature than what her appearance may
hint at."

I turned to face him, looked into his eyes, and tried to discern what he
meant about 'her appearance' and her being 'less mature' than how she
looked.  Could the guy have been ogling my little girl's titties and
seen her nipples poking forward through her blouse?  The fact that both
Megan and I were so rushed we didn't think about putting her bra on her
might have been a temporary oversight in her manner of dress, but for
people to recognize just how aroused she might have been an hour or two
before made me wonder what the two of us looked like in public.

"Sure ... why don't you bring in anyone you believe might be able to
help me get through this with my daughter, but if you can don't say
anything until I start, and try to limit the number of people who ...  "

"I understand, Steve."

He pat me on the back, gave me an attempt at a genuine smile, and then
rose from his chair.  The moment the door was closed I grabbed the
plastic water bottle and sucked its contents completely out.  Of all the
strange feelings welling up inside me at that moment I was *very* glad
I wasn't the one the cops needed to see.  Instead of my being tossed
into jail because of the incestuous relationship I'd developed with my
underage daughter I'd just been told about my wife's incestuous deeds
with our underage and drunken son.

Irony can truly be a fond adversary.

By the time Megan was brought back and all the other police officers and
staff were huddled around the two of us like prey about to be carved up
for dinner I'd gathered up enough strength to tell my little girl that
her mom and older brother had been in a car crash.  Before she had a
chance to scream loud and shrill enough to break every window in the
police station I was able to blurt out that they were alive and only
Josh was hurt a little bit.  The fact that I chose to limit what I told
her to just some specific details about his car hitting a tree on a
lonely country road made more than a few eyebrows go up, because I'm
sure all of the other people in the room had doubts I was going to share
the most troubling information.

The next hour and a half went by as if I was watching a horror movie on
a wrap-around screen in 3-D.  I was able to convince my daughter that he
older brother had been foolish enough to engage in activities that he
wasn't prepared for, and I'm sure she assumed I was referring to his
having consumed alcohol.  I had no desire to share any specific details
about his mother having his sixteen year old cock in her mouth ... yet.

By the time I received all of my wife and Josh's personal possessions
that the police found in his car, filled out almost a ream of paperwork
regarding the disposition of his mangled vehicle and lots of wavers of
liability from the state, county, and the spa because of what he'd done,
I was shocked they chose to let my wife accept responsibility for her
son for his having been drunk underage.  What the cop said to me low
enough so Megan couldn't hear proved my wife would have some explaining
to do.

"Mr. Franks ... we didn't remand your wife to the county courthouse
because of your son's injuries and the way her being arrested might
affect his recovery, but she *will* have to answer a lot of questions
about her participation in his being drunk and disorderly.  If the
criminal wants to press charges we might be forced to do so, even if we
don't want to get your son involved with such a shady character.  Most
of us feel pretty good that your son was lucky enough to knock the jerk
unconscious, because one of the EMT's found a handgun on his person that
could have been used to kill the silly young lad."

What a stupid thing for Josh to do.  How foolish for his mother to let
the kid drink any alcohol at his age.  My wife was going to have to talk
her way out of more than a little paperwork before everything settled
down.

I was extended probably a hundred whispered expressions of condolence by
anyone who saw me, and I felt bad for a number of reasons.  The fact
that my wife was bobbing for pink pickles with her son on the front seat
of his car most likely left everyone wondering if I'd lost my cock and
balls, and I dare say most of the men had doubts I was the father to my
own children.  I saw a few grins that were forced behind a cupped hand,
I watched dozens and dozens of people trying to keep from laughing loud
enough to make Megan wonder what the joke was while we were being led
out of the conference room, and I knew all of them were going to be
busting a gut and rolling on the floor because of what my wife's teeth
had done to her son's cock.

By the time we were headed to the hospital to go see my wife and Megan's
brother the sun was coming up, so food needed to be considered.  Neither
Megan nor I could think very clearly, so we settled for a pancake place
about five blocks from the hospital.  Neither one of us said more than
five words to each other or the staff after I placed our order for a
typical breakfast meal, and it was only after my car was stopped inside
the hospital parking garage and turned off before my little girl
unbuckled her seat belt, lunged to her left, wrapped me up in a tight
hug, and wailed all over again.

I could tell she might want to let her emotions out for the next few
hours ... or days, so I coaxed her to release me, gave her a little
kiss as if I was playing with her, offered a few tickles to her ribs,
and then smiled at her.  It took a minute to get her out of my car, take
her by the hand, walk to the reception area, introduce myself, sit on an
uncomfortable couch, draw her onto my lap, and while holding her to my
chest so I could whisper into one of her very sensitive ears.

"When we get home I want you to go ahead and let it all out, Kitten.
Your Daddy's not going anywhere for a little while, and we both need to
deal with this after we talk to your mom and Josh."

She only stopped crying into my chest when a nurse called us toward a
set of wide double doors that led into the emergency room.

It seemed as if we walked for an hour, but had only traversed one short
hall and ventured beyond the critical care unit.  My perception of time
and distance was all screwed up, because even after we were asked to
stop for a moment so the doctor could join us it seemed to take an hour.

The moment Megan and I saw my wife and her older brother we both knew
they'd been trying to hide their activities for more than one weekend.
The look on her face alone left me with the impression that she'd been
servicing him for years, because she had no desire to look either of us
in the eyes, and I could tell she was going to be offering her best
attempts at explanations when the opportunity arose.

The doctor and a nurse arrived, the nurse pulled the privacy curtain
around Josh's bed, the doctor uncovered my son's naked body without
asking my little girl to leave, and both Megan and I saw his penis
wrapped up in a bright white sheath of gauze.  Maybe it was their way of
humiliating the careless couple for what they'd done, or possibly a
means to scare my little girl from trying anything quite as risky as a
blow job while driving, but the effect was an uninhibited gasp when
Megan saw her older brother's cock wrapped in bright white and stained
red from the blood that leaked through from his cock to the outside of
the bandage.

Without any regard for who might be around my son, as he lie back with
an expression that hinted at a horror movie just before someone's head
was chopped off, the nurse undid his medical protection and then exposed
the damage to everyone's gaze.  Just as the cop had said we all saw a
perfect set of indentations left by my wife's front teeth on the sides
of his cock after the nurse lifted his tortured and slightly bloody
appendage high enough.  If my wife had closed her mouth a little more
when he drove into the tree he would have needed extensive surgery to
reattach his dick.

Now I had a dilemma:  I either tell my little girl *never* to do
something as exciting and dangerous as giving a guy head while he was
driving, or temper my desires with just enough maturity to keep from
repeating that dangerous deed if I might want my little girl to please
me, as long as I didn't lose control of my car.  After all ... I could
always just take her to some other room in the house if we were home
alone, or I could stop my car if I couldn't wait to get there.

To add a measure of embarrassment to both my spouse and oldest child I
then offered something to my little girl about the scene that kept both
hers and my wife's interest, most likely for *very* different reasons.

"Megan ... I want you to *always* remember to be careful and what kind
of 'impression' having oral sex at the wrong time and place can have,
especially if the guy you're servicing is driving, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy."

After the doctor's examination was complete the nurse administered some
sort of medicinal ointment and reminded both my son and his mother that
he might get an infection because of anything her teeth might have
forced into his tender skin while they punctured his flesh.  What the
doctor told Josh next seemed to add yet more to the sixteen year old's
torment.

"Josh ... I know you'd really like some pain killers to lessen what
you're feeling right now, but if we did that you might unwittingly cause
an even more serious injury.  You're lucky your penis wasn't severed all
the way through, and because of the depth of the punctures and the
number of them around the sides of your organ it's vitally important
that you not masturbate or even try to get an erection.  The amount of
blood flow coursing through your penis might cause fatal blood loss
because of just how serious your injuries are."

In spite of the level of embarrassment I felt for the kid I was a little
angry that my wife had been sucking down his sausage rather than taking
care of mine.  A fraction of a second later I felt a kind of perverse
satisfaction for the kind of painful lesson my son had to learn and the
guilt my wife must have felt as she stared at his impressive, if not
slightly injured cock.  All was clear regarding why my son was such a
hit with his many fans, groupies, and girlfriends, and I could
understand why my wife had the same sort of attraction to the well-hung
kid as so many underage girls.

We had a brief chat with both the doctor and nurse, my wife and son's
possessions were removed from the manila envelope that I got at the
police station, returned to them, and I got to look deep into my wife's
eyes for the first time since she'd left the house.  There was a kind of
pained acceptance for what they'd been caught doing, and rather than
make her feel worse, at least for a little while, I chose to offer
something that my spouse might never get to hear from someone she'd lost
interest in.

"You want me to bring you some clothes and personal things, Hun?"

All I got from her was a nod before she bowed her head and started to
cry.  I actually felt sorry for her, because the man she'd chosen to
replace me with was our sixteen year old son, and his maturity needed to
be improved upon quite a bit before he'd be 'man' enough to keep from
fucking up any worse than he already had.  Her humiliation was all over
her face, she knew her secret had been shared in a way that would
forever stain her reputation, and was something that would follow her
forever.  Of all the things my wife could have told our daughter about
losing control I knew she'd never be able to look Megan in the eyes
without feeling like a hypocrite.

Megan and I left, returned home, gathered some things for my wife and
her older brother, and took them to the hospital.  It was while we were
there that my wife whispered something that I wasn't the least shocked
by or surprised with.

"Steven ... I'm gonna stay with Josh until he's well enough to be
admitted to a private room, and I'll be taking care of him because of
what ... because of ... I'm ... "

"It's okay, Hun.  Just let me know when you wanna come home."

" okay "

Rather than make a scene both Megan and I left the hospital without
making any accusations or attempting to judge either of them for what my
little girl and I had already surrendered to.  The fact that I chose to
exercise a little common sense and stayed home to seduce my daughter
over the past two days and nights meant I wasn't going to be subjected
to the kind of public scrutiny that my wife and son would have to deal
with all too soon.

By the time Megan and I got home we were exhausted, and yet she still
had enough energy to tuck her arms around my body after we were inside
the house and behind closed doors and then started to kiss me as if we
might never get a chance to be alone ever again.

The sound of our tummies grumbling was adequate notice that we were
hungry, and there was just enough Chinese food left over from our last
shared meal for us to eat out of a single large bowl.  In the middle of
slipping a spoon of food into my little girl's mouth while she was
sitting on my lap I had an image of her lips wrapped around my cock, and
from deep inside my body I felt a kind of guilt that might take years of
professional psychological help to wash from my brain and soul.

Megan was little more than a breathing and expressionless empty form for
the rest of the day.  She never said a word, never changed where she
looked, and never tried to move.  It was only my need to empty my
bladder that forced me to get her bum off my lap so I could make my way
to the hall bathroom.  For Megan to keep her arms wrapped around my body
or neck as I sat on the commode was different, but not because she
wanted to share any perverse sexual position.  Being the doting father I
helped her take care of her business after I was finished, and once the
commode was flushed and our hands were washed, I was ready to walk back
to the den so we could sit on the couch for another few hours.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I lay down for a little while, please?"

"Sure, Kitten."

She was helped up the stairs, to her bedroom, and then toward her bed.
It might have been a good idea for us to lie down for a while and get
some sleep after all, because we hadn't gotten a full night's rest the
evening before.

The moment I helped her onto her bed and started to turn so I could
leave her in peace she lunged up, wrapped her arms around my body, and
began to sob as she bellowed out her demands.

"NO, DADDY!!!  Don't leave me alone!  Stay here with me on my bed!"

Ten minutes later we were lying on her bed, motionless, and still
completely dressed.  She cried herself to sleep a little while later.

When I woke up the house was dark, Megan was against my body, and at
least one of her hands was inside my underwear.  The fact that my jeans
were unbuttoned and unzipped proved that one of us had unfastened my
clothes, but who?  Since Megan had her left hand within my shorts and a
tight grip of my cock I had a pretty good idea who'd decided to undo my
clothes.

There were a few disconcerting thoughts rolling around in my head at the
idea of my little girl's willingness and desire to take ownership of
what she'd claimed before we found out about her mother and older
brother.  In spite of our wonderful weekend I think both Megan and I
felt truly guilty for having enjoyed each other so freely while her
mother and my son were trying to hide their deeds behind a closed hotel
room door or on the front seat of his car while the kid was driving.
And yet Megan wasn't too distraught to take control of my dick.

Yes, I loved the idea that my little girl could hunger for her own
father's cock enough to take command of it while I slept.  Yes, I
secretly wanted my own daughter to become my sleeping and sex partner
for many years to come, or at least until she grew up enough to find
someone closer to her own age.  Yes, I was now sure my wife had chosen
another man ... a sixteen year old teen to replace me, and I was
beginning to get the impression that I'd be permitted to find a new
soul-mate and wouldn't be looked down upon if I wanted to start fucking
around or dating again.  But after what we'd heard early that Sunday
morning could Megan and I look beyond what my wife and her older brother
had done and still want to have a spirited kind of sexual life together?

She must have been waiting for me to change the tempo of my breathing or
might have heard my snoring stop, because while I was looking down at
her left hand in my undershorts she whispered and kept her right cheek
against my chest.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"Please don't be mad at me, but ... "

I waited a few seconds, could tell that she needed more than a little
encouragement, and offered it to her.

"Come on, Kitten.  We know about your mom and older brother, so no more
secrets, no more lost opportunities to share anything we want, and no
more missed chances to say what needs to be said."

" ... let's go to your bed and ... and make love, Daddy.  Since Mommy
has chosen Josh to be her lover from now on I plan on sleeping with you
every night.  From now on you're going to fuck me as much as you want
to, and I don't have to worry about Mommy or Josh finding out that we
love each other, so ... "

"Yes, Baby?"

" ... so from now on I'm going to be your wife, and you belong to me."

The grip she had of my cock increased a little bit, and I could tell she
might have wanted to extract what she knew belonged to her.

We were lying in my once lonely and sexless bed five minutes later,
naked, kissing, touching, and fucking each other like high school kids.

I don't know how long my wife had been my son's lover, but I couldn't
dwell on that anymore.  I knew what she thought of me, the fact that
she'd chosen my sixteen year old son's rather impressive cock over mine,
and came to terms with the realization that she would have no future
hold over me.

Megan and I spent the rest of that Sunday night making very passionate
love to each other, and in spite of the way I treated her after the
police called I was the most considerate, gentle, and affectionate lover
for the twelve year old until we had to get out of bed Monday morning.

Rather than scamper off to her own bathroom so she could get ready for
school Megan chose to take a shower with me, give me a quickie blow-job,
coax me to fuck her standing up, and then make me promise her many
repeats so she could always love her Daddy.

Of course I said 'yes'.

The day went by in a blur, and each time someone looked at me I was sure
they knew about my wife and son.  I was ashamed for what those two chose
to do, and as strange as it seemed, probably because Megan and I kept
our deeds hidden, felt very comfortable about the relationship I had
with my own twelve year old little girl.

Before I realized it I was walking through the kitchen door from the
garage after I drove home from work and saw a very happy chubby angel
run up to me for the first hug of the evening.  Every notion of pain and
heartache was ripped from my brain to be replaced with a sense of utter
completeness and happiness.

The moment she was close enough Megan jumped up into my embrace, wrapped
me up in her arms, and kicked her feet up behind her as if in complete
surrender.  Once she was in my arms and her body was tight to mine I
whispered into her right ear through her soft hair.

"How's my Baby?"

I probably should have treated her with a lot more respect and decency,
but at least one of my hands found her ample backside and cupped it as
if I had a right to.

"Mmmmmmmm ... I've been waiting all day to give my Daddy a hug, and now
that you're home I'm never gonna let you out of my sight."

"He-he ... sounds like a good idea to me.  You want me to try to burn
something for dinner, or shall we make a mess together?"

"Let's do it together, Daddy.  From now on we're gonna do everything
together ... just like husband and wife."

When she looked up into my eyes I could see a measure of timidity that
left me with the impression that Megan needed to test the waters, so to
speak, and see how I might react.  There was only one way for me to
respond, and with one of my hands around her body, the other one filled
with her plump fanny, her feet lifted away from the floor, and my mouth
close to her ear I whispered.

"My sexy young wife and I are gonna do just what she wants."

"Tee-Hee!"

I kissed her neck, nuzzled her ear, felt her left hand drop from around
my neck, and then snake down my body until she started to work my slacks
open.  Rather than drop her to the floor I let her feet come down until
she was standing, and after she had a firm grasp of the situation our
lips came together as if we'd just returned from our honeymoon.  A few
moments later we were in my bedroom, I was lying back on my bed naked,
Megan had her lips around my cock, and she was giving her Daddy a nice
slow blow-job to die for.  Well ... almost.

By the time we finished dinner and cleaned the kitchen up we wordlessly
decided to venture downstairs to our playroom.  Even though we hadn't
spent any time working out that previous weekend she still asked me to
take all of her body measurements just as I had the first time.  Maybe
it was my imagination or possibly the amount of energy we'd expended
over that wonderful weekend, but I'm glad I took her measurements that
Friday before, because I could already see a small change in her body.
If we fucked like that all the time she might lose a lot more weight in
bed with me than on the treadmill or weight bench.

Megan seemed just as excited when I repeated everything I had before,
but when I finished measuring her thighs I tugged on her right leg and
coaxed her to rest it onto my shoulder so I could press my lips to her
cunny.  There was something that I needed that had nothing to do with
her health and well being and more to do with her pleasure and my lust.

Trying to fuck Megan from the basement all the way into my bathroom
whirlpool tub might have seemed careless or crude, but she appeared to
like the way I chose to express my level of sexual hunger for such a
chubby little angel.  We made love in the hot swirling water until after
ten that night, and just as we had Saturday night we climbed into my
bed, made love slowly for a few hours, cleaned each other up, got back
into bed, and then joined in a very intimate union that made both of us
feel so complete.  We fell asleep fucking.

That first week went by in a flash, and before we knew it I got the call
that both Megan and I dreaded early that next Friday night.  The fact
that we were in bed, had been making love for a few hours, and were
taking a short break to catch our breath should have bothered both of
us, but the slow movements of her left hand as she kept my cock hard and
ready for our next lovemaking almost didn't stop when we looked at my
cell phone.  When she saw who was calling Megan looked mad enough to cut
her mother in half with a dull butter knife.

Ring.

"Why is *she* calling, Daddy?"

"Easy, Kitten.  Your mom might have acted foolishly, but she *is* still
your mother, okay."

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"It's okay, Baby."

Ring.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I listen to the phone call?"

"Of course, Baby.  You're a full and complete part of my life now, so
you have every right to hear what's said."

Ring.

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can I ... "

The way Megan was stroking my cock and tugging it toward her face I knew
what she wanted, but if she had a mouthful of my dick she wouldn't be
able to listen to the phone call.

"You wanna listen or you wanna suck?"

"Tee-hee.  I'll listen."

Ring.

"Okay ... you can play with it until I'm off the phone, then."

"Kay.  Thanks, Daddy."

Thankfully my wife was anxious enough to talk and chose to let the phone
ring four times before she might have considered hanging up.

"Hello?"

"Steven?"

"Hi, Hun.  How's Josh?"

"He's doing fine.  The doctors are going to release him in a couple of
days."

"His wounds healing okay?"

The silence on the other end of the phone left me with the impression
that my wife thought I was mocking her, so I added a little to my query
to make sure she understood why I wanted to know.

"Is there any sign of infection, or is his ... skin healing properly?"

Her reply was subdued, and she didn't sound angry enough to yell into
the phone.

"No, there's no sign of infection."

"Good."

She remained silent for a few more seconds, and I could tell she was
feeling very uneasy, so I tried my best to sound relaxed when I started
again.

"Look, Hun ... I'm not going to judge you for what happened.  You chose
a better man, and I can deal with it.  As long as you understand that
I've also made a choice of my own we won't have any problems, okay?"

"You've ... you've already found someone else, Steven?"

"Of *course* I have, Honey.  I told you once before ... the only woman
in my life was here all along, and I'm going to devote my full energies
to making Megan happy and making sure she isn't plagued by any silly
notion that she is some kind of fat little ugly duckling."

I felt my daughter shiver once and then grip my body and cock hard as a
measure of her appreciation for what I told my wife.

"Oh, Steven ... I'm so glad you're going to help Megan like that.  I
was truly worried about her, since I was sure she might succumb to some
stupid notion that she wasn't good enough for a guy in a few years, and
her friends let her think that she was an outcast because of her size
and weight."

"You don't have to worry about her anymore, Honey.  Megan knows she's a
beautiful young woman, won't have to worry about being rejected anymore,
and has my full support and attention so she'll never have to feel alone
ever again."

"I'm glad, Steven.  I'm happy for our little girl."

"Me too.  Are you gonna be coming home already?"

"Uhhhh, no.  I just wanted to let you know that Josh is doing better and
will be released in a couple of days."

"Hun?"

"Yes, Steven?"

"Now that I know about you and Josh ... are you gonna move into his
room, or are you gonna try to kick me out of mine so you can welcome him
into our bed?"

The phone remained silent for a few more seconds, and I got the first
real impression that my wife was going to make my life a living Hell.

"To be honest, Steven ... Josh and I have been talking about that, and
I'm going to move to my sister's with Josh for a little while.  She
doesn't have anyone to keep her company after her husband left her for
some college bimbo, and she said I could stay with her for as long as I
wanted to."

"Does she know about you and Josh?"

"Yes."

To say I was a little surprised would be an understatement, because I
didn't think my wife had the balls to admit she had an underage lover to
her sister or any member of her family.  The fact that her lover was her
own son should have bothered more than me, Megan, and the cops.

"Fine.  Then I guess the only thing we have to worry about is getting
your things moved to your sister's house when you're ready.  Just let me
know when you want me to call the movers, and I'll make sure they get
everything packed up correctly."

She remained quiet for a few seconds and then sounded truly worried when
she uttered my name again.

"Steven?"

"Uh huh?"

"You're taking this much better than I expected.  Is everything okay?"

"Of *course* it is!  I told you before that I'm not the least upset
about your decision.  I'm just glad I didn't have to find out while
reading the paper or watching TV.  To be honest, Honey, ever since you
lost interest in me I've been wondering what I was gonna do with my
life.  Now that I know you and Josh are going to be happy with each
other I feel very relieved."

"Relieved?"

"Yeah.  I know he's gonna take care of his mother, and you're gonna take
care of our son."

"Are you mocking me, Steven?"

"NO, NO, NO!  I really mean it when I say that I'm glad for you both."

"It's hard to believe you've accepted this, Steven, but I don't have
time to waste worrying about your emotional baggage, so I'm gonna take
what's mine and make something of my life for a change."

If my wife believed she could clear out the bank account, force me to
sell the house, give her more than half the money, and expect me to
support her for the next twenty years she had another thing coming.  The
best defense would be a stealthy offense, and she didn't need to know
that I was a lot smarter than she believed at the moment.

"That's fine, Honey.  Let me know when you want me to have the movers
come get your things."

What my wife wouldn't know until she opened up the boxes at her sister's
house would be a far less complete selection of her fancy clothes, nasty
lingerie, sexy shoes, and all the sex toys I'd bought for her over the
years.  I might have been polite, but I wasn't going to be stupid and a
complete pushover.

"Well ... if you don't mind why don't you call them first thing this
next week.  You have my sister's address on your laptop, so just have
them ship our things to her place as soon as you can."

It almost sounded as if she was glad I was going to be packing hers and
Josh's things, because they wouldn't have to.  It further exemplified to
me how easily my wife thought of me as her flunky and minion, and that
Steven was dead and buried.

"Not a problem.  Anything else?"

"No ... that's all."

"Okay.  Let me know when Josh gets out of the hospital so I can tell the
police to release him into your custody."

"Pardon?"

"Oh!  Didn't you know?"

"Know what?"

"Since Josh was drunk underage and you were kicked out of the spa there
are some legal matters that you're going to have to resolve before you
leave the state."

"No, Steven!"

"What?  You didn't think your actions wouldn't have consequences, Hun?"

"What do the police want to talk to Josh about?"

"They don't want to talk to Josh, Hun ... they want to talk to *you*
since you were the adult with him, allowed our underage son to consume
alcohol before he was twenty one, and then you were kicked out of the
spa for acting in an inappropriate manner ... slutting yourself to one
of the other male guests."

"Why are you doing this, Steven?"

"I'm not doing *anything* Honey.  You were the one who chose to take our
son to that spa, spent the weekend with him behind a closed hotel room
door, allowed him to consume alcohol as a minor, and then ... pleasured
him while he was driving.  I was at home the whole time and taking care
of our twelve year old daughter and seeing to her needs.  I had nothing
to do with anything at the spa or inside his car at all.  That was your
doing, and you'll have to answer to the police for that."

"You bastard!!!"

"Hey, hey, hey!  Easy there, Honey.  There's no reason for you to say
things like that, because you wanted to venture off to some secret
hideaway to have some fun.  All I did was ask you to be careful and
limit your expenses to your personal requirements.  When the bill comes
in for your credit card account I'll be sure to indicate you've moved
and forward all your mail to your sister's place."

After I finished speaking I could hear my wife crying, and I think she
was only then truly aware of the depth of her troubles.  The fact that
I'd locked our checking account, made sure my 401-K was safe, and had my
attorney help me with some 'protection' paperwork for the house afforded
me a measure of security.  Since she'd made her bed she was going to
have to lie in it, whether it was comfortable or not.

In spite of how I could have treated my wife because of who she'd chosen
as her lover and the very public manner in which she'd proved that he
was much more to her liking than I was I chose to be magnanimous.

"I tell you what, Hun.  I know things are going to be a little rough
until everything is settled with the police and the spa, so I'll send
you a little money to help with any legal expenses, okay?"

"Fuck you, Steven, you dickless little shit!  I don't want your goddamn
money, okay?  If you're gonna laud this over me like some badge of honor
like some broken husband, then I can do without your fucking help."

"Okay ... if that's what you want."

"You asshole ... I'll have one of my friends find me a good lawyer, and
then we'll see who'll be laughing after that, Mister!"

"Uhhh ... Hun ... I don't think that would be a very good idea."

"Ohhh, yeah?  Why the Hell not???"

It might have been wrong for me to share so much on the phone with Megan
listening in, but our daughter had a right to know everything once we
both heard her mother act like an irresponsible bitch and had heard the
woman speak in such a crude and vile manner.

"Because you were the one having sex on a bed that wasn't your own, with
a minor child who was your own son, got him drunk, were thrown out of a
nice spa for lewd behavior, had a vagina full of his sperm when the
EMT's examined you, was seen by more than just one or two people at the
wreck without any clothes below your waist, and nearly bit his penis off
when he hit a tree.  If any of this got out you wouldn't have much of a
case for divorce."

"You!  You!  You!"

"What, Honey?"

Rather than sound incensed my wife began to sound pitiful.

"Why are you doing this to me, Steven?"

"I'm not doing *anything* to you, Honey.  All I'm doing to sharing the
facts with you.  As I said before you were the one who did all those
things that are sure to have more than a few people asking you lots of
uncomfortable questions."

"I don't believe this.  I really don't believe this."

"Come on, Hun.  It isn't all *that* bad."

"NOOO???"

"Of course not.  I tell you what ... I'll talk to the police Monday
morning, and I'll see if they'd be willing to overlook some of the more
embarrassing details of what happened if you want me to."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because in spite of what you might think of me I still have a measure
of decency within me, and I haven't forgotten that you've been a good
wife for nearly twenty years.  That counts for something, doesn't it?"

"Yeah ... I guess."

"Then ... I'll make some phone calls, talk to the management at the
spa, see if I can do anything about their willingness to serve alcohol
to a minor, and if they'd be willing to overlook how you acted because
of the criminal the police were looking for who Josh nearly killed."

"The police were looking for Pete???"

The fact that my wife knew the guy's name left me with the impression
that he wasn't nearly the crude bastard the cops might have believed.
If she knew him by name I wondered if she'd let him do more than make a
pass at her in front of our son.

"Yeah, and from what they told me you and Josh are lucky to be alive,
too.  They've had a warrant out for that low-life for quite a while."

"My poor Josh."

"Yeah ... in more ways than that.  Look ... I'll call you in a couple
of days when I get some news.  Until then I'd suggest you didn't call
any TV reporters or lawyers just yet.  In fact ... it might be a good
idea to stay away from any windows unless you want the wrong kind of
people looking for you."

"Dear God!  You mean, Pete ... "

"Just be more careful from now on, Honey, okay?"

"Thank you, Steven.  I'm sorry for what I said before.  I didn't really
mean those things I said."

I knew better.

"I'll make the necessary phone calls on Monday and see if I can help
straighten a little of this mess out."

"Okay.  Thanks."

"Goodnight, Hun."

"Night."

Click.

After I ended the phone call Megan looked at me as if a whole parade of
men were standing alongside my bed and were expecting to have a turn
with my little girl.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Why did Mommy do all those things?"

"Because she lost control, Kitten.  Part of this awful experience should
help you see that even adults do stupid things when they don't use their
heads.  Just as your mother told you from the time you started to grow
up each of your actions has a consequence, and if you're not careful you
could really mess your life up."

"Is that what Mommy meant about me wanting to have sex with any guy I
liked after I started to masturbate a million times a day?"

"Yeah ... I guess.  She must have believed you might lose control of
your sexual hunger and ask the wrong guy to teach you all about your
body.  If you lost control you might have wanted other boys to help you
feel good, and before long ... before long your mom probably thought
you'd become a slut and skank-ho like you said before.  She might have
meant well, but the really sad thing is she didn't help you understand
everything about *why* she wanted you to be careful."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"You don't have to worry about me losing control of my sexual needs."

"I don't, Baby?"

"Nuh uh!"

"Why not?"

"Because the only man I'm gonna have sex with for the rest of my life is
my own Daddy, and he's gonna give me millions of cums and fuck me and
give me as much pleasure as I want, isn't he?"

"Yes he is, Angel."

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

Megan rolled onto her back, pulled me on top of her, and while staring
up into my eyes with an expression that hinted at fear whispered right
into my mouth.

"I want you to rape me for a little while, okay?"

"Why, Baby?"

"Because I never want you to feel as if you have to live without sex
ever again.  As much as I love to feel good I know you've got to feel
just as horny, so ... I'm gonna let you do whatever you want for as
*long* as you want, even if you wanna fuck me really hard over and over
again."

All Megan knew was that her Daddy seemed to like the idea of raping her,
so because she loved me so much she'd be willing to try anything.  After
all, she already knew her mother really didn't love her Daddy anymore,
even before she found out about what her Mommy and Josh did.

I twisted in place, lie down on my back, pulled Megan on top of me, gave
her a tight hug, and whispered into her right ear.

"You have no idea how truly honored I feel right now, Angel.  Of all the
women in the world I've got to have the most loyal and forgiving young
wife any man could want."

"Tee-hee!  I like that."

"What, Baby?"

"The way you called me your wife just now."

"Well ... until you're eighteen and we move so nobody knows you're
really my little girl we'll have to keep your status as my wife behind
our closed and locked front door, okay?"

"Kay."

Megan waited for a few seconds and then whispered into my ear.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, my lovely and horny young wife?"

"Tee-Hee!  Will you fuck me for a little while, please?  You don't have
to rape me if you don't wanna, but I still want you to use me like the
little slut that I've always secretly wanted to be for you."

"I still feel a tiny bit guilty for the way I treated you when I got the
phone call last Sunday, Baby.  Are you really sure you want me to act
like some mindless brute with a stiff cock?"

"Wellll ... "

"Come on, Kitten.  Please tell me."

She hesitated for a few seconds, gave me a kiss, and while looking right
into my eyes whispered again.

"If you don't wanna ... you really don't *have* to pretend rape me,
Daddy."

I felt better and cheated at the same time.  My little girl might have
liked for her father to be a little out of control once, but she might
only ask for me to do it again once we'd developed our relationship
further along and she grew up a bit more.

There was this one thing I could do, though ...

"Have you ever been tied up, Megan ... even a tiny little bit?"

"Ohhh, Daddy!  You're being so nasty!"

"I don't have to do anything really wicked with you tonight, Baby, but I
would like to tie you up a little bit and do things to you that will
make you whimper and moan and feel just a *tiny* bit scared, okay?"

Her left hand gripped my cock, pulled it between her thighs, and in a
matter of seconds she mounted me.

"Daddy ... please fuck me for a little while first, okay?  I need to
have some nice cums, and then you can do whatever you want."

By the time she'd fainted the second time I'd tied Megan's hands and
feet, and her limbs were bound and pointed toward the four corners of
our bed.  When she came to my daughter seemed to like not being in
control, especially because of who was controlling her, and because she
knew I was going to give her more orgasms than she could have begged
another man for.  I used two of her mother's phallic vibrators for her
pussy and ass, a clit stimulator that hugged her nubbin like a miniature
vise, two more that gripped her nipples like tiny insects that curled
around her erect points and buzzed in a low drone that must have sent
waves of lust through her titties, and did my best to kiss, finger, and
fuck my little girl until she was far too tired to put up any
resistance.

By the time she was lying naked with me in our whirlpool tub in the
master bathroom she could barely move.  The fact that she didn't have to
go to school the next day was fortunate for me, because my poor little
lover might not be able to keep her head up for very long in any of her
classes.

We lie in the hot swirling water for the next couple of hours, and in
spite of what I'd done to her nearly all night I couldn't resist the
temptation and entered her pussy from behind while I cupped one breast,
rolled her nipple around, and worked her clitoris in little circles
until my little girl was bucking to yet another cum.  She could have
begged me to stop, but Megan appeared to need as many orgasms as I
wanted to coax out of her.  In spite of our age difference we truly were
the perfect couple.

By the end of that next weekend Megan and I had converted a larger area
of our sub-level play room into our private gym, and just as she wanted
we got busy with her exercise routine.  It didn't take long after that
before she really began to lose some weight, but not *too* much, because
I much prefer to see my young lover and playful little girl sporting
some full thighs, luscious fanny, and a little tummy softness.

She eventually accepted her fuller figure and has a much better image of
herself.  The fact that her confidence is back has nothing to do with
her appearance ... and more to do with how much attention she gets at
home from her Daddy.  I think she likes our workouts in bed far more
than the ones in our private gym.

Just as she wanted Megan moved into my bedroom and has taken on the role
of my young lover and private wife.  Most of my ex-wife's typical and
boring things were shipped to her sister's, except for the more intimate
and erotic things that I'd purchased for a sexy young wife who wanted to
parade around the house or be seen in public wearing some truly
beautiful and sexy outfits.  I was even convinced to keep my wife's
expensive perfumes, makeup accessories, and lots of other elaborate
toiletries so Megan could reach for them from her side of our bathroom
counter.

Each time we're getting ready in the morning, me for work and Megan for
school, I can't help but smile and stare at her naked body while she
puts her makeup on, does her hair, applies her lipstick, and smiles at
me after placing a little of that lipstick around my cock so we can both
revel in the lewdness of what someone might say if they ever noticed my
cock with such an obvious bright red ring near the base.

When people see us together they probably think we're much closer
because of the love I have for my chubby little girl and the adoration
she has for her trim and toned Daddy.  I don't mind, and I'll continue
to support their belief that my constant attention to my daughter is
because she's just cute.

Fucking Megan until she screams is far more satisfying than anything my
wife could have given me, and sucking on my cock for hours at a time is
just the sort of thing my little girl wants to do to make her
affectionate Daddy happy in return.

Just before she turns eighteen I think we're going to move.

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