Nobody Loves Me Like My Daughter - (Inc, mild WS, mild NC?)
by Jaz

My name is John Ruby. I am married to a cold, but attractive woman named Beth, and have a beautiful daughter named Susan. I guess it's not a new story. Beth and I met when we were 15, fucked often, and got pregnant. We thought we were in love, well sort of, and I wanted to do the right thing. Our parents refused at first, but 3 weeks before the due date, gave their consent, and we were married.

Beth and I had both planned to go to college. But we could not afford it on our own. Her parents were better off than mine, and they paid for her education. I stayed home with Susan. My dream was to be a Journalist and maybe write a novel or two. I was 21 years old when I finished my first book. It was a Dungeons and Dragon tale that did surprisingly well. I write about less than perfect heroes, shattered dreams, broken promises and barely recognized lusts. Throw in a she-devil and an innocent princess in mortal danger, and you've got a story that people seem to enjoy. The pay was not great but damn, I was an Author!

I soon found steady work writing short stories, and articles for D&D magazine, and later for their web site. It was enough that I could feed my family and rent to own a three bedroom home. Beth worked part time while she was in school, and with the occasional helping hand from our parents, we were fine. For fun I hone my writing under various pen names on the internet, including this one (my most popular) Jaz1701.

If you've read my other stories then you know I have a thing for rape and incest stories that are written a certain way. I am 30 now, and have enjoyed force, submission tales since I was a kid, certainly long before I met my wife or my daughter.

While I was establishing myself at D&D, Beth was finishing law school. By the time I published my third book, she had landed a job at Pierce, Whitman, and Doyle, a prestigious law firm in CT. It was a 45 minute commute to our home in Voorhees, NJ. Beth was smart, worked hard, and, thanks in part to her father's connections, did very well. Unfortunately the amount of time she had to devote to her schooling and then her career left very little for me and Susan.

I was still attracted to her physically. I enjoyed fucking my wife. I still got a thrill out of making her grunt, seeing her eyes snap open, and then glaze over in shock as I fucked my fat cock into her barely willing, slightly wet snatch.

She was a good lay but not very adventurous. She did not particularly like oral sex, and anal was completely out. You may not be able to understand this but... well here goes. As my wife and I loved each other less, I enjoyed fucking her more. I'd pin her beneath me, spread her demure ladylike legs wide, and hold them open. I loved looking at her tight, and tasty pussy. Sniffing it obscenely. I'd lick her juices, enjoying her thin sneer of disgust, of uncontrolled lust. I loved sucking her cunt in the morning, or after an intense workout. When she wasn't fresh, when she was sweaty and slightly stinky. Her embarrassment was exciting. Making her cum, scream out in a joy that she usually denied me was a small triumph I know, but I savored it. My absolute favorite was to pin my snobbish little wife beneath me, to fuck her just a little bit harder, and a lot longer than I should. Not quite enough that she could complain, but the thought of her forced submission still makes me hard, still brings a snicker and a grin to my eyes when I think about it.

You see I liked to humble her with my thick cock. I'd imagine that I was raping her, that I was looking her in the eye and ripping away her virginity. Sometimes I'd chuckle to myself as I forced her to orgasm. I'd get hard as I thrust inside my victim. I pretended she was begging me for mercy, screaming in fear while I raped my wife all night. Our sex was so "love-less" it was easy to imagine that it was rape. Oh don't worry, I made sure she came plenty. Beth was a wet, juicy, sexy mess when I finished licking her tits and fucking her cunt. But as soon as it was over, as soon as we came, she wanted my cock out of her. I knew that, but I always made her ask me. I always stayed inside her, kissing her unresponsive mouth while I was half hard in her pussy.

She was a proud woman, and hated doing that. She always tried to give subtle clues, quiet hints. I ignored them. I'd grab a tit in my hand and one in my mouth and slobber on her, pinch her. Pretending that I did it for her pleasure. If she left me inside her slick pussy long enough I'd get hard again. At times she'd try to wiggle out from under me, but I was too strong. I'd hold her down and fuck her. Other times she'd remain perfectly still, trying to demonstrate her lack of interest. That was the best.

I love staying still inside an unwilling vagina. Feeling her most private warmth, her most intimate caress, involuntarily attempt to expel my invader. Either way, when round two began she would become frustrated and usually mutter something like, "Honestly John, not again..."

("Yes bitch, again, heh, giggle, snicker snort, chuckle, grin. I'll fuck you as long as I damned well please you cold bitch. This is all you are good for, so shut up, and take my meat, and LIKE it, slut!" I'd think to myself as I dripped my sweat, spittle, and sperm on and inside my wife a second time.")

In reality I knew she wanted me to leave her alone when we were done, but I'd caress her clit, and fumble with her ass like an amateur until she'd ask me to leave her pussy alone in an exasperated tone. She had to say the words like a good little girl. She had to ask me for permission. It was just our little ritual, a joke between lovers. Staying inside her longer than I was welcome gave our sex a spicy, rapey flavor that I enjoyed.

Beth knew another child would ruin her career. By the time I put a condom on, and she added some spermicide, the spontaneity, and romance was usually gone. Add in the fact that she was mentally and physically exhausted most of the time and well, we just began to drift apart. Over time, the rape fantasies were all I had left, the only good, healthy connection we had.

It was a slow process, it took years before we admitted it to ourselves, and even longer before we could say it out loud. I was staying with her for our daughter's sake. I believe she was staying with me for her career's. It was still an old boy's club. Bad enough she had a child, and was forced to marry at 16, but to have that marriage fail, to be divorced at 25--would be career suicide.

So our marriage hobbled along.

Occasionally we were happy, rarely sad. Usually we were bored, with each other. As much fun as it was to mock-rape Beth it was nowhere near as good as true love. If you have ever fucked a woman who is simply limp, who merely endures you...it's pathetic. No matter how good the sex is it makes you feel dirty. Cumming inside a person who really does not want you is like pissing, it's just fluid. I needed more, and to be honest, so did she. We both wanted to be loved, to feel close to the person we were fucking. That was impossible for us.

My daughter Susan was growing up. She was understandably a daddy's girl. Oh, she loved her mother, respected her, but they were not close. By the time my wife reached out for her it was too late. She was a teenager, while not a stranger, her mother was more like a benevolent aunt, an old family friend. Beth realized the coolness but instead of fighting for her daughter's love, threw herself into work even more.

When Beth turned 30 she was given a raise and a significant promotion. I still made good money ($45-50,000), but this was the first time she made more than me...a lot more.

"John, I think it is time we talked. We've both seen this coming for a long time. I think it's time we consider a legal separation. I hope we can be civilized about this. If you give me the Mercedes, I'll move out, and we can split our bills and bank account 50/50. I think it would make sense if you have primary custody of Susan for now. I'll want monthly visitation and alternating holidays. If we keep this simple, I can draw up the paperwork myself and we can avoid the expense of hiring lawyers."

She had obviously rehearsed it. It was calm, cool, logical, just like my Beth. I did not hate her. But, well still it hurt. I had loved this woman once (well close enough), spent half of my life as her husband, and it was over. Her firm had Apts. that Partners and Sr. associates could use.

She moved out the next day.

Like any kid Susan was upset, she was a sensitive 14 yr. old.

"Dad, is mom ever coming back, there's still a chance right? It's only a separation right?"

"I'm sorry sweetie, your mom and I both love you very much, and we still care about each other, we always will. It's just...well it's just time we both moved on. I want your mom to be happy, and she wants the same for me."

I hugged my daughter tight and she had a good cry. That night she made a strange request.

"Dad, I can't sleep. Can I get in bed with you, please."

It was an innocent request, from the person I love most in the world. She was in pain and needed her daddy. I had a king size bed...so I figured, why not. Susan scrambled into bed next to me. My daughter had on one of my old t-shirts and pair of panties. Her nipples were clearly visible, but...she was my daughter. She gave me a hug and a kiss good night. I expected her to move away, to her own side. But she did not. She shifted, and snuggled and nestled close to me, for warmth, for comfort. I could smell her, I could feel her small breasts burning into me. She lifted my arm and draped it over her, and it rested on her firm round ass. It had been so long since I felt loved like this. Since a woman wanted my touch, needed to feel me. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.

I awoke the next morning, happy and relaxed. It did not last. Somehow while we were sleeping I had spooned my daughter. My underwear were crusty and damp, my cock was hard and pressed tight into her panties. My hands covered both of her tits possessively. I realized that the reason I woke up was because I was about to cum. Hard. I tried to stop it, but I was too far gone. "No, oh shit, noo!" I screamed to myself as I abused my daughter's trust. I felt another load of cum seep onto her ass. My hands closed on her fat baby tits and pinched them. My cock kept thrusting, harder, faster, deeper. Somewhere in the middle, she woke up.

"Daddy? What are you doing? Daddy are you ok?" I could not think of anything, I was so ashamed, and frightened. My wife was a lawyer ferchrissakes! If she found out, she'd destroy me. So I did the only thing I could think of, I pretended I was asleep. I mumbled aloud, "I love you Beth, please don't leave me..." and then pretended to drift off to sleep.

My daughter grew still. My hands stayed on her young tits, and my semi hard cock was wedged in her panties. A part of me relished the fact that she was awake, that she silently endured her daddy's hands on her tits, his cock and cum on her ass. That's how it started.

My daughter never said a word to me the next day about me cumming, or squeezing her tits. When I woke up the next morning she had gone downstairs to fix my breakfast.

I came in the kitchen and she gave me a hug, and a shy smile.

"Morning Sweetie, mmm that was the best night's sleep I've had in a long while. How about you, did you enjoy sleeping with you old dad?" I asked as I bent down and kissed her lightly, rubbing my tongue across her lips briefly, before picking her up by her arm pits and clutching her to me, keeping her there by supporting her ass like a little girl.

She seemed surprised by my affection, but said, "Um yeah dad, I slept pretty good. Uh, I'm glad you enjoyed me, um sleeping with me, er sleeping next to me...daddy put me down and I'll get you some coffee."

Slowly I let her tits and pussy slide down my body. Her crotch rested on my hard on for several seconds as I hugged her hard, rubbing into her. I kissed her again, and gave her ass a squeeze and a firm pat.

"Thanks, daddy could use something hot to drink. Bring it over here and you can sit on daddy's lap while we read the paper together."

"Uh...um ok daddy. I'll be right there."

Over the next five months my daughter became the woman of my house, the woman of my life. She cooked and cleaned. She hugged me and actually gave a damn when I talked to her, she listened. She was everything her mother was not. My cock seemed to fit naturally into her. Her body was the perfect height and weight for me. She spent a lot of time in my lap, sitting on my dick.

We never spoke of it, I just accepted, expected my daughter's presence in my bed. Once a week or so she just needed her daddy. I looked forward to it. We'd snuggle up tight, and somewhere in the night I'd cum. I'd bury my cock in her panty clad cunt, or sweet little ass, and fuck her. I'd pretend I was sleeping, I knew she was awake. I'd just ram her as hard as I could, hold her, squeeze her until I came.

Sometimes I'd rub her pussy through her gown, or frantically reach inside for bare tit meat. I'd always mumble something like, "Oh Beth, I love you, I need you baby, let me have you, don't leave me, please, I love you..."

I'd dry-fuck my 15 yr. old, hold her in my arms while I rested, and then fuck the sweet little angel again, and if possible, again.

I'm not stupid, I knew what I was doing was irregular. The feelings I had for my daughter were not completely proper for a daddy to have. I almost always felt a twinge of guilt the next morning. She never said a word, never questioned why my hands cupped her, why my cock was so hard. Maybe she really slept through it all, I'd lie to myself. Maybe she thought it was normal. I'd think, "Maybe she liked it, after all she came to MY bed. She did not have to do that. "

I don't know how long things might have continued if she had not had her accident.

It was stupid really. She was coming home from school and a kid was riding his bike. Neither one was paying attention. She saw him right before he hit her, and jumped into the street to avoid him. The truck that hit her ripped tendons in her hip, severely bruised her ankle. She required 27 stitches in her left leg, and broke her arm.

My wife arrived at the hospital two hours after I did. She was concerned and appeared to be mildly irritated at the interruption. Once she found out Susan would live, and require minimal hospitalization she seemed ready to leave. I called her on it.

"Beth, we are still married, your daughter is going to need help. She needs you. Surely you are coming home. You can move back in for a few weeks, can't you?"

"John I'm sorry but I have opening arguments tomorrow morning on a major trial. One of our largest clients is being brought up on charges of tax evasion. If I win he will give all of his legal concerns to our firm. That's tens of millions of dollars per year. I'll make Partner. I have to focus. If Susan was dying it would be different. I need you to handle this. I'll check in when I can. Thanks, John," she said as she kissed me on the cheek and left. The doctor's decided to keep her in the hospital for 2 days of observation. Her left hip was severely bruised and swollen. She had twisted her right ankle pretty bad. Her right arm and wrist were clean breaks. She had a mild concussion and less severe bruises on her chest and back, and the jagged tear on her leg looked nasty. The kid was a pitiful, painful mess--but she would be fine, eventually.

Her doctor felt she was well enough to go home after two days, so our HMO would not pay for her to stay. I was alone with a 15 yr. old girl who could not dress, shower or go to the bathroom unassisted. It sure would have been nice (real fucking nice) to have a loving wife/mother there to help. It was clear that Susan felt the same way. The separation and pending divorce were bad enough. But She felt her mom would be there when she really needed her.

We were both wrong.

To be fair, Beth did call the first day. She even planned to stop by to check on her but Susan said she was too tired to see "visitors."

And. That. Was. That.

The first night I brought her home was an experience. She could not walk unassisted. The Doctor had given her a powerful controlled medicine for pain. It made her dizzy and sleepy. I carried her to her bed, and sat down.

"Honey, are you hungry can I get you anything? Some water, a glass of juice?"

"No dad, I'm tired just wanna go to bed."

"Ok let me help you get undressed sweetie."

We were both uncomfortable, I was very nervous at first. My hands were trembling as I stripped my little girl. The sweater wasn't too bad. It buttoned down the front. It felt awkward peeling open her shirt, exposing her bra to me. I could not help but brush my fingers across her padded nipples. So soft, so silky .

"Do you want daddy to take off your bra...ok baby I'll leave it on for now," I said in mild disappointment.

Next I laid her down and pulled her jeans off. It was not easy. Each time her hip was jostled she cried out in pain. I vowed right then that she would be as close to naked as possible, so long as I was dressing/undressing her. After all it was just us, why should I have to cause her pain?

When I pulled her jeans down, I accidentally pulled her panties down too. Susan was so out of it, from pain and drugs, she did not realize it but her pussy mound was exposed to me. I stared at her puffy, pouty, pussy lips and licked mine. So tender, so delectable. I decided it was easier to pull them all the way off, rather than embarrass her by calling attention to her lack of panties.

Then I pulled the sheet over her, and kissed her gently. "Sleep well angel-baby, daddy is here."

About 3 hours later I heard a noise, it was my daughter. I had drifted off to a deep sleep while watching TV. She had apparently been calling me for some time and was quite frantic.

"What is it sweetie, I'm sorry what do you need?"

"Dad, where were you, hurry I have to go, I have to pee, NOWW!"

One bathroom was downstairs, the other was in the master bedroom. I tried to help her out of the bed, to guide her as she hobbled towards my bathroom at the end of the long hallway.

It was too slow.

"Dad please, I'm not gonna make it, help me!" I picked my half naked daughter up and ran for the bathroom. We almost made it.

"Oh, oh...no, shit. Oh my god daddy I'm so sorry, I can't help it", my 15 yr. old cried in shame as she wet herself. Jets of her piss sprayed me, dripping on me, drenching my clothes as I carried her. I jumped into the shower and held her tight as she wet me.

"It's ok baby, it's not your fault. I'm the one who fell asleep. Go on and pee Susan, daddy does not mind, let it out. I love you baby girl. I love you."

The hand I was supporting her ass with was slippery and wet. She was sobbing uncontrollably now, humiliated that she had pissed on her father. She did not notice as I slipped two fingers in her pussy, to help hold her lips open, as her yellow stream continued to flow. We stood there for a couple minutes, my hands were still under her ass, my fingers in her sopping pussy, dripping in warm piss. I never felt closer to my daughter than I did in that moment. I rocked her, told her that it was ok, that I loved her and did not mind a bit. She just kept sobbing. I couldn't think of anything else to do. I wanted to stop her tears, to take her mind off of it. So I bent down and kissed her mouth hard. It was a long, wet hungry kiss. I sucked her tongue, nibbled her lips as I massaged her damp pussy, and hugged her tight.

She stopped in mid sob, she was completely surprised.

"Dad...?"

"Susan, I want you to listen very carefully to me. I am your daddy. I love you very much. You will not ever be embarrassed in front of me again. Over the next few weeks I will see you naked plenty of times. I'm allowed to. I will touch, and caress, and fondle every part of you. It is natural. I will spread your legs, open and wash your little pussy, and help you wipe your ass. I will be dressing and undressing you. If I need to I'll put you in diapers and change them. I've done it before, and I can do it again. I absolutely love you and I WANT to take care of you. It hurts me to think you are embarrassed in front of me. Of course, it's only fair if I get to see you naked, get to touch your privates, you have the right to do the same to me. After all, you are the woman of the house now. Now, are we clear...good. Then lets get us both cleaned up. If you hold onto the rail can you stand, support yourself?"

I set my daughter down and unsnapped her bra. Her perky tits jiggled a little in greeting. Then I quickly took my piss soaked clothes off and turned on the shower. I could not help getting hard, as the warm water ran over us. I took the liquid soap and began lathering Susan up with my hands. I rinsed her face and neck and then moved to her stomach, thighs, arms and feet. We both knew what was coming. I started with her breasts. I soaped them gently, rubbed them lightly. Soon I was playing with her pert nipples. Susan's legs buckled once and she nearly fell.

"Susan honey, lean back against daddy."

She did, She jumped a little when she felt my cock bouncing around outside her pussy but she stayed there like a good girl. My arms circled her waist and I cupped both her breasts while pressing into her from behind. She felt so good. Slowly I soaped her lower belly and played with her pussy lips. Then I dipped a finger inside her cunt. It was gripping and clenching me hard. I washed Susan's pussy until she came in my hands.

"Dad, ooh oh god, oh daddy...what are you doing? Please, wait, what are you doing to me?!"

"Shh baby, you need to get used to daddy washing you, touching you. You're just a little sensitive down there. Let's try it some more until you settle down, I have to take care of you... You still seem tense. Daddy is going to relax you while he cleans you. Get used to my touch baby. Concentrate on daddy's fingers inside of you. Daddy can touch you anywhere and it is ok. It's not dirty when it's your daddy. Don't move, relax. Give me your body. Re-la-x, shh baby let me have you," I said as I massaged and soaped my 15 yr. old daughter's clit and rubbed her pussy for several minutes.

I wasn't through yet. I needed to clean her butt too. I peeled her sweet ass apart and soaped my cock real good. Then I ran it up and down the crack of her ass, deep inside her tight, delicious buns. I did not pierce her anus, just soaped her buns good with my beefy dick. My finger was still in her pussy, as I half fucked her ass. My cock was pressed tight against the entrance of her butt-ring and the head somehow, accidentally slipped inside just a half inch. I grabbed both her buns, and squeezed them tight, I molded her butt cheeks around my cock. My cock started squirting, leaking semen into my daughter's ass. I tried not to jerk, not to slam it home. I managed not to rape her ass. I just filled her tender butt with my Daddy-creamcum. My hands reached around her. One on her tit, and one in her cunt, as I pulled her snug against me.

"There baby, daddy is getting you nice and clean. You are so soft, so wet, daddy is going to keep you clean. Every day I'm going to wash you good, just like this. Do you like it Susan, do you like the way your daddy cleans you?"

"Um I don't know, I feel strange, it feels good but it feels kind of weird having your, uh thing inside me, and your finger keeps rubbing my vagina. Is this normal dad? I feel so funny."

I had already cum but Susan was teetering on the edge again. She was close, so close. I decided to teach her a lesson.

"Ok baby, if you feel funny we better stop. You are clean now anyway. Daddy is going to get you dry."

Susan had a look of confused frustration as I pulled out of her ass and released her tits and privates. She was cold as my warmth left her. But part of her seemed relieved.

"My bed is closest to the bathroom, and I need to be able to hear you if you call for help. You might as well sleep with me until you feel better. So you don't wet yourself again. "

"Um, ok dad. I guess that makes sense, she said in a shy, humble voice. She was still embarrassed, and shaking from multiple orgasms.

I helped her out of the shower then and dried her off lightly. I liked the way she looked dripping and wet. I picked her up then and carried her to my bed, cold and shivering.

My daughter and I were still naked.

"Um, dad...I need some clothes, er and so do you..."

"I'm going to sleep in the nude tonight, but you need to put something on. Susan with your hip and broken arm we need something very loose, easy to get on and off when I dress you. It does not make sense to deal with a bra and panties every day. Your mom has some old nightgowns in the dresser over there. You decide which ones you want to wear.

I picked out three of Beth's skimpiest, flimsiest see through lingerie from happier times and laid them out for Susan to choose from. She settled on a black semi see through satin gown. It was low cut and the breast cups were a mesh pattern that showed lots of nipple. Susan blushed as I helped her put it on. I did not bother putting anything on as we both settled into my bed.

"Good night daddy," she said as she moved her head to kiss my cheek. She was surprised when I did not let her, but gave a perfunctory, "Good night Susan, get some rest".

Cool satin, on wet skin, plus the air conditioner made Susan very chilly. It was only natural that she seek the nearest source of warmth, me.

"Susan honey, move over a little bit, give daddy some room."

"But dad, I'm cold, can I snuggle with you?"

"Honey, usually I would not mind...um but well Daddy misses mommy tonight. He is a little lonely and it might be a little embarrassing for both of us if you get too close."

Susan got very quiet then. She had an idea what I meant, after all she had felt my cock before, she had slept with me when I came on her body (uh, in my sleep). She had heard me mumble my love for her mother, and knew what I would do. She knew what it felt like to have me inside her ass, to have my hands playing her tits, my finger in her young cunt, tickling her clit. I was naked now, and she was nearly so. My daughter knew what would happen if she snuggled with me tonight. I was going to take her virginity. I was going to make love to her. I was going to spread her open, climb between her legs and fuck her till she bled, fuck he until she came. She was curious, and horny from her aborted orgasm a few minutes ago, so she decided to risk it.

"Dad, I am cold, and you are my dad. I trust you. You just said I should not be embarrassed around you, doesn't that go both ways?"

I pretended to think about it, sighed and said, "Ok sweetie, if you are sure. Daddy is a man and he has needs, but I'm a little chilly too. I'll be so gentle. If you can handle it so can I."

I moved over closer to my daughter and kissed her lightly on the lips for about 30 seconds.

She kissed me back, determined to prove she could take it.

"There, did that help warm you up...good. Now lets snuggle up nice and tight."

I spooned my daughter and put my arms around her waist. Slowly my hands massaged and caressed my way to her round little tits. I cupped them and squashed them. Her breathing changed but she did not complain. I pulled the hem of her nightgown up so her bare bottom was resting on my cock. I slowly stroked her breasts while I pushed my meat in the valley of her ass. She was whimpering now, and trembling slightly. I could smell her arousal.

"Are you ok honey, are you warming up now? Daddy likes the feel of your soft, smooth, warm skin against him. I'm going to take this gown off you. You can sleep on Daddy's tummy. I'll keep you nice and toasty."

Gently, carefully I eased my daughter's body on top of mine I spread her out, her tits mashed flat on my chest, my cock peeked up between her legs and the shaft of it rested against her pussy. She was dripping pretty good now, and I was leaking precum all over her pussy. and ass. I loved the feel of her small, soft body resting on top of me. She belonged here, locked in my arms. It was more than sexual. It was meant to be. I was her daddy, and I had the right to fuck her. To be her lover, her man. Deep inside I believed that, I knew that it was truth.

But here is the strange part. I knew that fucking her would change everything.

Taking her virginity would end her innocence. It would be a greedy, selfish act. Because of her injuries, no matter how gentle I was, I would still hurt her. Never mind the tearing, the ripping of her virginity. Her injured leg, arm, hip and ankle would detract from her enjoyment significantly. But it was more than that. This was my daughter. It was a beautiful, sacred, holy trust. I wanted to be just her daddy for a little while longer. The pureness of it, the simplicity of her love was something I would not easily surrender. Yes she was sexy, yes I wanted to ram my cock in her cunt, in her ass, to suck her tits, to fuck her into submission. I admit that I wanted to train her, to teach her how to please me. I needed to discover her most intimate secrets, how to give her body maximum pleasure. I am only human, I admit it.

But I chose not to make love to my baby girl that night. It seemed wrong somehow. It is difficult to put into words. Somehow I just sensed that fucking my daughter was in some way, not quite...right. I would wait until she was a little older, until she was healthy, and ready for me. I did not stop our love, I simply paused it, I set it on simmer, and let her stew in her own juices for a while.

She seemed a little disappointed at first. But then the hazy gaze of lust dissipated and her look of pure love returned. Slowly she realized that daddy was just going to hold her. That she would still be my virgin, little girl. My cock was still throbbing, and Susan's sweet little pussy trickled her contentment as it snuggled and squeezed around her daddy's love.

My hands lightly scratched and squeezed and massaged her ass. Her face was buried in my chest as she sucked my nipple for comfort.

"I love you daddy, I love you so much," she said as she drifted off to sleep. My cock finally erupted, as I shot load after load of fresh cum straight in the air. Some bathed the outside of my daughter's pussy, most spewed on her back and ass. I scooped it up and rubbed it on her face and mouth.

"Soon little one. I am going to fuck you very soon," I promised myself, promised us both, as I hugged Susan tight. My index finger slid into her anus, and my left middle finger slipped inside her pussy, where they belonged. I kissed the top of her head and said, "Daddy loves you too Sweetness. Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Usually it takes me a month or two to recharge between stories. This one (ahem) came to me as I was concluding the story I posted last week. It's the literary equivalent of staying hard for a second round. If I was a little bit younger I might try for a hat trick. I did a Bro/sis, last week. Now a father/daughter. Mmm a good mother/son would feel nice...Shit I can't quite get it up. The spirit is willing but the dick is weak. Hmmm maybe if I play with it (ah the story that is) a little, I could write just one more before I take a break. Then again, yawn...zzzz. It's just a fucking story. I'm tired. Good night. Sleep tight...

There, now I can rest easy.

Jaz1701@webtv.net

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