ARCHIVED STORY

The days I spent waiting for Candy to come home from school were
filled with feelings of ambivalence. On one hand, I recognized
that for me to read a sensual message into Candy's request to talk
with me could be a complete mistake--she might simply want to talk
about a school problem or something similar. She might even be
having a problem with a boyfriend and want some fatherly advice
about how to deal with it. On the other hand, I still couldn't
help but recall the very undaughterly kiss she had given me just
before she drove off to Austin. Not since she was a little girl
had she kissed me on the lips. And she had never before given me
a feel of her tongue as she had when she extended it and brushed
it across my lips. The memory of that kiss filled me with very
unfatherly feelings. Even though part of me shuddered in
revulsion at the thought of such perverted incestuous ideas, I
couldn't prevent myself from feeling over-whelming desire. No
matter how I fought against the idea, I desired my daughter-
-desired her with a level of passion and ardor I had seldom, if
ever, felt before. Wrong or not, I yearned to make love to Candy,
to love her as man and woman make love.

The memory of how Candy's roommate Barbie and I had made love was
still fresh enough to kindle hot sparks of lust. I was able to
clearly picture in my mind Barbie and I making oral love and then
coupling our bodies in the classic postures of intercourse. After
a few moments, though, the pictures changed, with the image of
Barbie being replaced by one of Candy. Before long, fantasies
replaced memory, and in them it was Candy who was naked, it was
she that I brought to orgasm with my mouth, and, finally, it was
she who screamed in rapture as my cock penetrated her depths and
brought her to the utmost height of ecstasy. Those fantasies kept
me with an almost perpetual erection as I waited out the days
before Candy's return.

* * * *

I left work early on Friday. I knew that Candy would probably get
home around 5:00 pm, and I wanted to be there when she arrived. I
planned to take her to dinner that evening and wanted to shower
and be dressed before she got there. Rushing into the house, I
quickly undressed and showered. As I got out of the shower, I
walked naked into the bedroom, where I had my clothes laid out. I
was no more than half-way across the room when I looked up and saw
Candy standing in the doorway. She laughed, embarrassed, and
said, "Oops! Gee, Daddy, I'm sorry. I had no idea I'd find you
naked."

I'm sure I blushed, because my face became warm. "My fault,
sweetheart. I should have known it was about time for you to be
getting here." I expected her to be as embarrassed as I was and
to immediately move away from the door. Instead, she continued to
stare at me for several seconds, taking in my complete nakedness,
before slowly, almost reluctantly, moving her eyes away and
walking toward her room. I was relieved that she had left,
because her looking at my nakedness like that brought all my
fantasies back with a rush and my cock swelled and erected,
standing rigidly out from groin.

After I finished dressing, I went to Candy's bedroom. I was going
to volunteer to help her unpack her car, but found she had already
done so. "Hi, Daddy," she said with a smile. "You look a little
more presentable now." I couldn't help but feel a little
embarrassment when she added, "I'm sorry I caught you en
flagrante." Then she grinnned and added, "Anyway, you might be
interested to know I think you've got a great bod for a forty-
five-year-old man."

"Hah!" I thought, remembering my erection, "if you'd stayed for a
little while longer, you would have REALLY found out about my
body." Instead of voicing those words, though, I asked her if she
wanted to go out to dinner. She said she would like that very
much, and asked where we were going. When I told her we could go
any place she wanted, she said she would like for me to take her
back to the same place she, Barbie, and I had gone just before she
left to return to school. She told me she wanted to take a shower
and change clothes first. Grinning the same way she had before,
she said, "Maybe I ought to leave my door open and give you a
chance get even." I'm not sure what I mumbled in response, but I
beat a quick retreat to the den to wait for her to get ready.

About thirty minutes later, Candy came into the den and announced
she was ready to go. She wore dressy designer jeans that clung to
her hips as though they had been painted on and a silken full
blouse that emphasized the swell of her breasts. The dark tresses
of her hair were pinned back in something like a pony-tail,
leaving the features of her face clearly evident. In short, she
was beautiful...and sensual. That sensuality was something new to
me--the only time she had previously displayed it to me was in the
good-bye kiss. My desire, tamed for a short time, flared up
again.

After we got to the restaurant, we had a drink and brought each
other up to date on our lives. She told me how she was doing in
school and I related how things had been at home. Well, ALMOST as
things had been at home--I didn't include the part about how
Barbie had asked me to teach her about love and how I proceeded to
do just that. She brought up the subject of Barbie, though, by
telling me how surprised she had been to find Barbie had a boy as
a roommate. She told me that because Barbie had been so shy about
boys, there must have been something happen in her life to make
her change. When she said "something happen in her life," she
smiled a little smile, almost secretive, and gave me one of the
strangest looks I have ever received. From that, I suspected that
Candy might know something about the relationship between Barbie
and me, but was too polite to bring her knowledge out in the open.
Finally, I asked her why she had decided to come home a couple of
weeks earlier than planned. She gave me a look similar to the one
before and said, "Well, as I told you, I have something I need to
talk with you about."

I was still completely undecided about Candy and her newly
displayed sensuality, so I pressed her further by asking her why
we couldn't have talked about it on the phone. With that same
secret expression on her face, she said, "It's something that can
only be discussed in person, face to face."

"Well, we're in person, face to face, right now. Let me order us
another drink, and we can talk about it now."

Candy put her hand over mine and patted it. "Oh, Daddy, you're so
sweet, but we CAN'T talk about it now. After we get back home we
will. Right now, I want you to dance with me. I haven't danced a
step since we were here last, and you know how much I like to
dance." Not even waiting for an answer, she stood up, my hand
still in her's, and led me to the dance floor.

I had been brought up dancing the old-fashioned way where the boy
holds one of the girl's hands and puts the other one on her waist.
Candy, though, wanted to dance the modern way and put both her
arms around my neck and snuggled up to me, the front of her body
squarely against mine. For a moment I let my hands dangle to my
side, not sure what to do with them. I looked around and saw how
other couples were dancing and then followed suit by putting both
my hands on her back. Laughing softly, Candy put her mouth by my
ear and whispered, "Looks like you're finally learning to dance
the right way."

Pressed against each other like that, Candy's little belly rubbed
against my belly and the front of her thighs pressed their full
length against mine. As we danced, I was totally aware of the
contact of our bodies as leg moved against leg and belly squirmed
against belly. When her crotch moved hard against my groin, I had
to grit my teeth to keep from groaning. The fantasies I had been
working so hard to repress came to the surface of my mind and my
body responded. Even though I willed it not to happen, my cock
swelled and made a protrusion in the front of my slacks. Candy
must have felt it because she pressed herself even tighter against
me.

"Oh, God," I thought, "this is wrong. This is my own daughter
arousing my lust. Fantasies are one thing, but this is real, and
it's wrong." I pulled my hips back, moving my hard cock from
contact with Candy's groin. She responded by once again pressing
herself against me. Putting her mouth to my ear, she whispered,
"Daddy, dance with me the way you did with Barbie."

"But you're my daughter. It's not right for father and daughter
to do like we're doing."

"I know that, Daddy. It's what I want, though, so let's do it
anyway."

Candy and I danced the rest of the dance pressed close together.
My cock had formed a hard, round knot in my groin and Candy
pressed her jean-covered vee against it, occasionally grinding
herself hard against me. When the song ended, she held me on the
dance floor. "One more dance, please. Dance another dance with
me and then we can go order, okay?" If she had known my mental
condition, she would have realized that pleas were not necessary.
I would have gladly stayed on the dance floor all night just so I
could hold her in my arms and press our bodies together. My
fantasies had completely driven out the reality of the situation,
and I was now completely given over to experienc-ing the full
effects of Candy's newly demonstrated sensuality.

After we had danced another dance, Candy kissed me on the cheek
and said, "Thank you, Daddy." As she leaned into me to deliver
the kiss, her groin pressed hard against mine. Knowing we were
about to break contact, and reluctant to do so, I pushed my hard
cock into the vee of her groin and ground it into her jean-covered
sex. We stood still in the middle of the dance floor for a long
moment, our sexual areas pressed against each other, each loathe
to separate ourselves from the pleasurable embrace. Realizing,
though, that the music had stopped and embarrassed about putting
on such a display of lust for all the on-lookers, we broke apart
and went to our table.

Dinner went very quickly, conversation stifled by the thoughts and
recriminations spinning through my head. Candy had a distant look
in her eyes, and I felt that she too must be considering the
actions we had just completed and what they might lead to. I
didn't know about her, but my thoughts were confused. One part of
me wanted Candy with a desperation that was almost beyond measure.
I had fantasized about our making love, and it was hard to drive
the fantasy out and make room for the real, the practical part.
The real, the practical, was that Candy was my daughter, that I
should be concerned about protecting her, not aching to make love
to her. My thoughts were still confused when I paid the bill and
we left to go home.

When we reached home and went into the house, Candy said, "Daddy,
I really do need to talk with you. Why don't we put on our night
clothes first, though. After we've changed, we can have an after
dinner drink and talk. Okay?" All I could do was nod my
approval.

I changed to pajamas and a robe and went into the kitchen and
mixed us some drinks. As I was carrying them into the den, Candy
came in. She appeared to be dressed as I was, with a robe
covering her. I didn't see any pajamas covering her legs, so she
either had on shorty pajamas, or, and my blood raced at the idea,
nothing at all. My hand trembled a little as I handed her drink.
Her hand also had a tremble as she took it.

Candy and I sat there in silence for a few minutes, sipping our
drinks. She looked at me and our eyes met and locked. I knew
that whatever the outcome, it was time to start our conversation.
I took the initiative by asking, "What's this problem you need to
talk about, sweetheart?"

Candy smiled shyly and said, "I've rehearsed this a thousand
times, but still don't know for sure how to say it." She paused,
looking down at her lap, and then looked up, saying, "Well, I
guess you could say that in a way I'm jealous."

"Jealous? Has someone stolen a boyfriend away from you?"

Candy smiled, a rueful, crooked grin, and said, "Well, not that
exactly, but it is something like that."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, do you remember when you and Barbie danced just before I
left for Austin last time? Sort of like the way we danced
tonight, only more so?"

"Yes, baby, I remember."

"Daddy, I was jealous of Barbie. I was jealous of how she held
you so close, of how aroused she was. Seeing the two of you act
like that bothered me. It bothered me sexually."

"Gee, baby, I'm sorry. After all, it was you who got us to dance
together."

"Oh, no, Daddy, I'm not scolding you. What happened was perfectly
natural. After all, Momma has been dead for over two years, and
you're bound to have needs and drives that need to be satisfied.
No, that wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me was...uh,
well...I wished it had been me rather than Barbie."

There wasn't anything I could say that could properly respond to
her statement. I wanted to say, "Oh, God, Barbie, I wish it had
been you, too," but this was my daughter I was talking to. I
didn't know where she would take the conversation from there, and
I sure didn't want to embarrass her or offend her. Instead, all I
said was "umm-hmm," urging her to continue.

"What's made it worse," she continued, "is that I've talked with
Barbie. Daddy, she told me what she did to you."

I grimaced and waved my hands in a gesture of resignation. I knew
Candy and Barbie were close friends, but I hadn't expected Barbie
to tell Candy about our brief affair.

"Oh, Daddy, she didn't just come out and tell me--I had to worm it
out of her. Besides, I approve. It was real sweet of you, and it
really helped her." Candy laughed and continued, "Boy, DID it help
her. I could hardly believe she would have a live-in boyfriend."
Candy reached out a hand and patted mine, saying, "No, Daddy, I'm
not bothered by that." She gripped my hand hard now and very
quietly and softly said, "What I'm bothered about is that what you
did for her I need as bad, if not worse, than she did."

I pulled my hand back and sat up. "Candy, are you
suggesting...?"

Candy dropped her hands to her lap and clasped them together.
Looking me directly in the eyes, a serious expression on her face,
she said, "Yes, that's EXACTLY what I'm suggesting. Daddy, I'm
nineteen years old, and I'm still a virgin. I've wanted to have
sex, wanted it desperately, but I've been afraid of all the boys
I've dated. They were rough and pawed at me. Daddy, I've laid
awake at night and listened to you and Momma. That's told me that
sex doesn't have to be rough. I heard Momma moan from the
pleasure you gave her. That's how I want sex to be, that's how I
want my special first time to be. Daddy, that's why I want my
first time to be with you."

"Sweetheart, you're my daughter. We can't...."

"Oh, Daddy, we CAN. Our being daughter and father is what makes
it so possible. Daddy, I love you and I know you love me. That
love is what makes it so special, so possible."

Still feeling doubts about the reality versus the fantasy of
committing incest, I said, "But Candy...."

"You think I'm not as pretty or desirable as Barbie, don't you?
Well, you're wrong!" Candy said, defiantly. She stood up, and
after untieing the sash around her waist, pulled her robe from off
her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I had to repress a
gasp at what I saw. Candy stood there before me dressed in baby-
doll pajamas made of the sheerest material possible. Her breasts
filled out the pajama tops, her nipples and their surrounding
dusky circles clearly visible through the thin material. Down
below, in the sheer panty bottoms, a dark swath showed at her
groin. She had an abundant growth of pubic hair and it could be
seen through the tissue-thin fabric that left little to the
imagination. My heart beat at a rapid pace--seeing her like that,
in those sheerest-of-sheer pajamas, was as arousing as seeing her
nude.

Candy reached down to the bottom of her pajama top and with a
swift motion pulled it up and over her head, revealing the glory
of her breasts that had only been hinted at before. With the top
removed, I could see them in all their splendor--firm, round, and
not sagging even a millimeter. Each one was centered with a
darker circle, and from them, the hard nubbins of her nipples
stood proudly erect. She put her hands up and cupped the white
mounds, pushing them upward. "My boobs are bigger and fuller than
Barbie's. I know, because as she told you, we've seen each other
naked." She leaned forward, pushing her breasts even closer to
me. "Admit it, Daddy, they're nicer than Barbie's, aren't they?"

I couldn't make my voice work to answer her. Viewing her
magnificent breasts, seeing her act in such an erotic way had made
me virtually inarticulate. I could only nod my head and manage
finally to whisper a strangled "Yes."

Candy put her hands on the waist band of her pajama bottoms and
slowly pushed them downward. She wiggled her hips, working the
wisp of fabric down until the slightly rounded bulge of stomach
was revealed. Giving her hips another twist, she pushed the
panties down until they were around her hips. My cock had already
come erect, making a hard bulge in the front of my pajamas at the
sight of Candy's breasts, but now, as the dark tresses of her
bushy groin came into view, it jerked and pushed out the front of
my robe. No matter what words I might use on Candy, my desire
could not be denied.

Reaching further down, Candy pushed her panties until they were
around her knees. At this point, they released and fell to her
feet. She stepped one foot out of them and then lifted the other
up and removed the briefs from her foot. I had felt lust before,
but the sight of Candy's pussy made me tremble with an
overpowering rush of desire. I wanted nothing else at that point
but to grab her and sink my throbbing cock into that furrow, to
find her hidden depths and push my shaft in until I had buried its
full length into the deep recesses of her young, hot flesh.

With her panties removed, Candy now stood before me completely
nude with nothing to hide the full extent of her beauty from me.
Where she had seemed a little shy and hesitant before, her posture
and the look she gave me now spoke of boldness. She was enjoying
the strip tease performance, she was exulting in showing me her
totally nude body. Without saying a word, she turned around so
that her back was to me, the fullness of her firm, hard buttocks
revealed to me. I had always thought Marilyn Chambers had the
best ass ever put on a woman, but the one Candy now displayed to
me was every bit as good if not better.

Looking back at me over her shoulder, Candy put her hands on her
buttocks, one hand on each of the firm globes. She kneaded them
and then spread them apart, showing me the little indention of her
anus. Between those cheeks I could see the crease of her vagina
and the soft, furry pubic hair that extended down to between her
legs. "Daddy, my bottom is twice as nice as Barbie's. My ass is
hard and firm. Barbie's is soft." She delved her fingers into
the cleavage between the cheeks and stroked them up and down. "My
ass is better, isn't it? Come on, Daddy, tell me you like mine
better."

"Candy, your ass is absolutely perfect," I managed to whisper,
unable to tear my eyes away from the firmness of her buttocks and
especially the area down below them. My cock was drooling now,
pre-come wetting its head and soaking my pajamas.

Candy turned back around to where she once again faced me. With
her revealed to me like that I realized that she was far more
beautiful and desirable than Barbie had been. Candy was about
three inches shorter than Barbie, and where Barbie had a model's
body, Candy's was fuller, more lush. Her hips flared out wider
and her thighs were fuller and more firm. Her breasts were full
but not overly large--good handfuls, ready to be caressed and
loved. She was like a ripe fruit, ready to be savored, ready to
be devoured. I could hardly believe that a girl so beautiful, so
ready, could still be a virgin. It was even harder to believe
that she was asking me, her father, to be the one to take that
virginity, to be the first one to taste that ripened fruit.

Candy put her hand on her stomach and slowly traced it down
through her pubic hair to the top of her feminine furrow. With
one finger extended, she probed down between her labial lips.
Pulling her finger back out, she held it up, wet and shiny with
her moisture. "Look how wet I am. This shows how much I need
you. Oh, God, Daddy, please don't make me beg!"

By this time, all thoughts of any reservations I might have had,
recriminations about the enormity of incest, were gone. They were
replaced by the reality of what was happening. The fantasies I
had entertained about Candy and me making love were no longer just
day dreams. There was no way I could refuse Candy her request.
Further, there was no way I could deny any more my long suppressed
desire to have Candy, to know her in the most intimate way
possible.

Candy took a step forward to where she was right in front of me,
only a step away. She looked down at me sitting here and in a
soft voice said, "Daddy, I know you're attracted to me, that you
want me as much I want you. I felt you when we danced. You were
hard, and your hardness pressed against me. God, it felt so good
that I wanted us to make love right there on the spot." She
looked down at my lap, at the tent my cock was making of the front
of my pajamas and robe. "You're that way right now. You can't
deny it--I can see how your penis is causing the front of your
robe to stand up."

Suddenly, Candy knelt down between my knees. She took my robe and
spread its front apart, revealing my pajamas. Underneath their
thin cotton fabric, my cock was rigid and throbbing, pressing the
cloth up like a tent pole under an Indian tepee. At the top of the
bulge, directly over the head of my penis, a circle of moisture
had formed, soaking the cloth with my pre-come. Reaching out,
Candy put her hand on the bulge and grasped my cock. Even through
the fabric, the touch was electric, and I gasped at the pleasure
her hand gave me. Working the pajama fly open, Candy put her hand
inside and pulled my cock out. It was hard as a steel rod and wet
with the flow of my lust. Putting her hand around it, she said,
"Feel how hard you are--you're as aroused as I am. This is what I
want. Use this on me, make love to me, teach me how to love you.
Daddy, make a real woman of me. I don't care what you have to do-
-pretend I'm Barbie if you have to--but take me to bed and love
me. Daddy, take me to bed and...and...fuck me." She squeezed my
cock hard and muttered, "Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Really fuck me."

I put my hand under Candy's chin and pulled her head up so that
she faced me. Talking quietly, I said, "Candy, sweetheart, it's
impossible for me to pretend you're Barbie." Even though a look
of disappointment came on her face, I continued, "You see, every
time I made love to Barbie, in my mind I was making love to you.
Every time I touched her, it was you I was touching. Every time
she had an orgasm, I pretended it was you who was coming."

While I was talking the expression on her face changed from dis-
appointment to wonder. She whispered, "You mean...?"

"I mean that ever since you developed into a woman, I've longed to
make love to you. I hid my desire because I knew that would be
incest." Looking down at where she still had my cock in my hand,
I said, "As you can see, I can't hide it any more." My cock
throbbed in her hand, and I continued, "Yes, you're right, baby, I
DO want you as bad as you want me. Probably even more. So if you
really do want me to make love to you, there's nothing in the
world I want more than that."

In almost a groan, Candy said, "YES! Oooh, Daddy, yes,
yes!"

Standing up, Candy fell against me, her breasts against my chest,
her vagina right on top of my cock. Still whispering, "yes, yes,
yes," Candy brought her mouth against mine, her lips hungrily
seeking out mine. As our mouths came together, Candy speared her
tongue between my lips and drove it into my mouth, working it
feverishly around and around. She squirmed her buttocks and hips
so that my cock moved between her labial lips and into her wet
furrow. Clamping her wetness around it, she gyrated her hips and
moaned in pleasure at the touch of flesh upon flesh. Finally
breaking the kiss, Candy whispered, "Take me to bed now, Daddy.
Take me to bed and make me a woman. Love me like a man and woman
are supposed to love."

Standing up, I lifted Candy into my arms and carried her down the
hall to the bedroom. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me as
we journeyed on her last step toward womanhood.

Lowering her gently, I put Candy on the bed, facing up to me. Her
lush young body, now completely revealed, was so beautiful that I
had to pause and savor it. The crease of her maidenhood showed
through the abundant growth of pubic hair, and with her legs
spread slightly apart as they were, it gaped apart, allowing a
small glimpse of its inner portions. Her breasts, somewhat
flattened from her position, were nonetheless firm, quivering only
slightly as she breathed. At the top of each of them, her nipples
stood up stiffly from the middle of the crinkled areas of their
surrounding areolas. I had fantasized about Candy, about how she
would look nude, aroused, eager to love me, and now it was no
longer fantasy. I thought of what lay ahead for us and reveled at
the prospect. "Sweetheart, you're so beautiful," I said, at last
breaking the silence. "I've dreamed of seeing you like this, of
our making love, and now it's happening in real life. The real
you is so much better than any of my dreams or fantasies."

Candy smiled, enjoying the compliment, and said, "I thought you'd
like me if you got a chance to see me." Smiling wider, she added,
"See ALL of me, that is."

"Baby, I more than like you, I LOVE you--ALL of you, every part."

Candy put one hand between her legs and cupped a breast with the
other one. Still smiling that wide, coquettish smile, she said,
"But you like some parts better than others, don't you?"

Smiling back at her, I said, "Yes, baby, some parts are better.
Especially those parts I hadn't seen before."

Candy took her hands away from her body and gestured up at me.
"You get naked, too. Take off your clothes so that I can all
parts of you, too."

I grinned at her and said, "But you've already seen me naked.
Remember?"

Grinning back at me, she said, "Yeah, I sure haven't forgotten. I
wanted to stay and look, but I was afraid you'd get embarrassed."
She looked down to where my cock was forcing the front of my robe
out and said, "But you're different now from how you were then.
Now you're aroused, and I want to see you like that." The
expression on her face turned serious and speaking more softly,
she said, "Besides, things are different now. Now we're going to
be lovers, aren't we?"

Taking off my robe, I said, "Yes, sweetheart, now we're going to
be lovers. I'm going to give you the best loving I know how." I
unbuttoned my pajama top and dropped it to the floor. Untieing the
draw string to my bottoms, I lowered them, pushing them down so
that they allowed my cock to spring out free from confinement. I
dropped them to my feet and stepped out of them, completely nude,
my cock standing out almost straight from my body. Now I was as
naked as Candy.

Candy's eyes widened slightly and she took a deep breath as she
stared at my rampant manhood. "God, Daddy, you're beautiful, too.
I like ALL of you, too," she whispered. She reached out a hand to
me and said, "Get on the bed with me. Get here close to me--I
want to feel your body close to mine."

I stretched out on the bed alongside Candy and turned on my side
facing her. She turned toward me and immediately, without a word
being spoken, we were in each other's arms. She clutched at me
and pressed herself close, pushing her breasts into my chest. She
whispered, "Oh, God, Daddy! Yes. Close, just like this. Hold
me, Daddy. Hold me close to you." I wrapped my arms around her
and dropped my hands down to her firm buttocks. When she had
turned to show me her ass, I ached to hold and stroke them. Now
they were in my hands and I could love them all I wanted. "Oh,
yes, touch me, Daddy." She put her lips almost against mine and
whispered, "Kiss me, too. Touch me and kiss me."

Candy pressed her lips against mine and our mouths blended and
melted together. There was nothing of father and daughter in the
kiss: it was a lover's kiss--wet, exciting, and expressive of the
urgency of our arousal. Our mouths opened and our tongues
explored, swirling and stroking. The pace of her breathing
increased and mine did too. I stroked her buttocks and kneaded
them gently, loving the feel of the firm globes in my hands.
Using just a light touch, I moved my hands down to where the cleft
between her cheeks disappeared, and felt the tender, sensitive
flesh hidden in that secret area of her femininity. She was wet
there, slick with the flow of a woman aroused. I moved my fingers
across the slippery flesh at the top of her thighs and she moaned,
the sound muffled by our kiss.

Candy broke the kiss and in a whisper, almost a moan, said,
"Oooooo, I love this. This is my deepest, most secret fantasy
coming true."

"Fantasy?"

"Daddy, you told me you had longed to make love to me for a long
time. Well, I've felt the same way about you. At night, when I
listened to you and Momma love each other, I fantasized it was me,
not Momma, you were making love to. One night I sneaked to your
door and peeked in. She was on top of you, and you were holding
each other, and you were both moaning. I could see Momma's bottom
moving up and down, and I knew she had you inside her." She
stroked her fingers across my cheek and continued, "That was the
night I touched myself for the first time. I was so excited, I
trembled all over. After I got back in bed, I thought about your
being inside Momma, up between her legs, and I felt down between
my legs, down to that spot where a man goes in. It felt so good
to touch there and I soon had both my hands down, touching and
rubbing. I could hardly believe how wet I got. It kept feeling
better and better and I just kept climbing higher and higher.
Then it happened. I had an orgasm. I had my very first orgasm
the night I saw you and Momma making love. Every time after that
when you and Momma made love, I listened and touched myself. I
pretended it was you touching me, that you were inside me like you
were inside Momma. I could hear when you and Momma had an orgasm,
and I would try to come at the same time. That way, I could dream
that it was you making me come and that I was the one who made you
come."

Her revelation aroused me to a pitch I had never before achieved.
I pulled her closer against me, pressing the little nubbins of her
nipples into my chest. My cock throbbed, down where it pushed
against her thigh, and more of my pre-come gushed out, making her
leg even more slippery from my hot flow. I groaned and whispered,
"Oh, God, baby, I had no idea."

"That's why I got upset about Barbie--she got to live out my
fantasy, my fantasy of making love with you."

I held her closer to me and whispered, "Baby, baby, I'm so sorry.
If I'd only known...."

"Shhh, Daddy," Candy said, putting her lips to mine to stop my
protests. Pulling her lips slightly away so that they barely
touched mine, she said, "Here I am making you feel bad, and it
wasn't your fault at all. I just wanted you to know that my
feelings toward you are just like the ones you have for me." Her
lips curved into a smile and she continued, "You DO have to make
up for it, though. You have to do everything to me that you did
to Barbie. Then you have to do more. I want you to do MORE to me
than you did to Barbie. Daddy, I want us to do EVERYTHING. We've
got a whole weekend, and you have to show and do everything to
me."

I could hardly believe this was my little girl Candy telling me
this. Pure, unadulterated lust flowed through me, and I felt hot
all over. I growled deep in my throat and pushed her onto her
back. Shifting up, I leaned down across her and put my chest down
and crushed it against the firmness of her breasts. "Yes, baby,
yes," I muttered. "We'll do everything. When we get through,
there won't be anything we haven't done. I'm going to love you
like I've never loved anyone before." Putting my mouth against
hers, I drove my tongue into the warmth and wetness of her mouth.
I used it wildly, its thrusts mirroring the heights of passion
Candy's words had driven me to. She wrapped an arm around my back
and pulled me even closer, growling in her throat as I had done.
I shivered in anticipation of the weekend ahead of us--two whole
days of nothing but loving.

As we kissed, I put a hand on her breasts. I stroked lightly
across their undercurves and then moved up to their areolas.
Alternating between them, I drew little circles around the
nipples, lightly tracing my fingertips on the crinkly dark ovals
crowning their fullness. She arched her back up toward my hand
and murmured a soft "ummnnn" into my mouth. I touched the
nipples, just brushing my fingers across them. She muttered an
"Ahh" and arched her back even higher. Taking her breasts one at
a time, I squeezed them and kneaded them gently, brushing my palm
across the nipples as I did so. Her back was now several inches
off the bed as she arched it up and offered her breasts for my
caresses.

As much as I enjoyed touching her breasts, I was even more drawn
to the area below. I remembered how wet and pink her furrow had
been when she removed her pajama bottoms, and I longed to touch
her there, to put my fingers into that cleft of womanhood she had
revealed to me. Taking my hand away from her breasts, I slowly
moved it down her front. When I came to the little indentation of
her navel, I drew a little circle around it with my fingertips,
just brushing lightly and teasingly. Leaving her little belly-
button, I moved lower. With just the tips of my fingers, I drew a
line down the little roundedness of her belly, down to where her
temple of Venus was hidden away. She gasped at the touch and
shivered, the muscles of her stomach tensing up in anticipation of
my hand reaching its goal. As my fingers moved into the forest of
her black pubic hair, Candy bent her legs at the knees and drew
her feet up. When I at last found her hidden furrow, she moved her
knees apart and opened herself up to fully receive my invading
hand. After my hand found its goal, I moved two fingers into the
channel. Her labial lips were swollen, filled by her arousal.
Using two fingers, I stroked the inside of one from near the
bottom up to the top, to where it joined the other. As I stroked
slowly upward, my fingers came to her clitoris. It was huge--far
larger than any I had ever encountered before, like a hard acorn
centered in her furrow, forcing the lips to gape open around it.
Candy jerked her hips and gasped as my fingers barely brushed
against its sensitivity. Using the same two fingers, I traced
down the other puffed-out lip and followed it back down to where
it widened out. The whole area between her legs was slick and
creamy, coated with the evidence of her newly revealed passion. I
was amazed at how aroused she was. Realizing that I had lived with
this little nymph for nineteen years and had never seen evidence
of her feelings for me nor recognized the depths of her sensuality
filled me with a sense of wonder.

Dipping my fingers into the wide area of her vulva, I found the
entrance to her tunnel. I traced my finger around the opening,
toying with its edges, and then slipped a finger tip into the
recess. Her hips moved up against my probing finger and her
tongue went wild in my mouth. I continued my probing until almost
half my finger was inserted into her. Her hips undu-lated against
my hand as her pussy sought to imitate the fuck it was longing to
receive. Responding to my touches, she was soon panting into my
mouth, barely able to sustain our kiss.

I twisted my finger in slow gyrations, stretching and teasing the
tight entrance to her vagina. Reacting to the motions, she
squirmed her hips in counter circles, and my hand was soon slick
with her juices, almost as if it had been bathed in her girl flow.
Finally having my hand where it had been in so many of my
fantasies made my blood race. My cock throbbed against her side,
pulsing as if it had a life of its own, eager to replace my finger
and delve into Candy's tight, hot inner body.

I slowly extracted my finger from within Candy and let it trace a
path right up the center of her wet furrow. Just touching
lightly, I slowly moved it up to where it came against her
swollen, bulging clitoris. Moving my finger tip on top of the
hard little knob, I caressed it with just the gentlest of strokes.
Its hood was pulled back, allowing full access to its firm,
sensitive flesh. Candy murmured, "Oh, God," saying the words
right into my mouth. Her hips began to jerk and twist, and she
shoved them against my hand, pressing herself hard against me.
Suddenly, her stomach started shuddering in little spasms and her
knees jerked together, clamping my hand between them.

Still able to move my finger, I continued the soft strokes of
Candy's swollen, exposed clitoris. She flung an arm across my
shoulder and dug her fingers into my back, moaning into my mouth.
Unable to bear the escalation of pleasure any longer, she dropped
both arms by her sides, and using them and her feet for leverage,
thrust her hips up, arching her back a full foot off the bed. The
small shudders that had shaken her belly before increased in their
intensity and her hips were soon jerking and twisting. Pulling
her mouth from mine, she moved her head to the side and moaned,
"Ohhh, God, Daddy." I could feel the hand next to me clutch the
sheet as she balled it up into a fist. Suddenly she went rigid,
the muscles of her stomach and thighs straining and hard. She
moved her head from side to side and muttered, "Ahh, Ahh." Then
she arched her head back, straining it against the pillow, and
screamed, "Dadddieee! Ooohhhh, God, Daddiiee!"

The whole insides of her legs convulsed against my hand and spasms
undulated up and down her furrow, moving against my finger in wave
after wave. They continued like this for at least thirty seconds
before gradually decreasing. She was moaning continuously, a soft
crooning sound of rapture. Slowly, the spasms became less intense
and she gradually relaxed, the muscles in her thighs and stomach
softening. Her legs moved apart, releasing my hand from their
grasp. Her hips slowly descended until her back once again was on
the bed. Still breathing hard, she whispered, "I came Daddy. Oh,
God, I just came and came and came. I've longed for this so much
that I knew all it would take was one touch between my legs and
I'd be gone. Ohhh, Daddy, that was sooo good. That's the best
it's ever been for me."

"Later on, it will get even better," I said.

"I'll die if it does. I don't think I can bear anything better."

"You will, baby, you will. And it will only get better, sweet-
heart. Better and better."

Candy's hand was right next to where my cock touched her side. She
moved it to where her fingers came into contact with my shaft and
lightly stroked them up and down its length, spreading the wetness
of my pre-come over its surface. Wrapping her fingers around my
cock, she whispered, "How about now? Can we start right now? I
want you to feel what I just felt. I tell from how hard you are
that you're ready." She gave my shaft a hard squeeze and
continued, "Daddy, let's fuck now. I want to feel this up inside
me, deep inside me. I want to feel you when you come. I want you
to come long and hard just like I did."

"Yes, baby, if you're ready for it, we'll do it right now. But
remember, with this being your first time, it might hurt a little.
I'll try to be as gentle as possible, but sometimes nothing can
prevent a girl from experiencing some pain the first time. It
usually doesn't last long, though--the pleasure soon drives the
pain away."

"I know I told you I was a virgin, and that's so--I've never
fucked before. But one time when I was listening to you and Momma
I got pretty carried away and pushed my fingers in real deep. I
felt something tear, and it hurt a little. I even found a little
blood on me the next morning. Since I did that back then, it may
not hurt this time."

My mind formed a mental picture of her playing with herself in
bed, getting so aroused that she deflowered herself, and my cock
jerked in response to the image. I was finding out more and more
about my daughter that I hadn't even suspected. More and more I
was finding how sexual she was, how passion had ran just below her
surface, unrevealed until now. She wasn't any longer my little
girl--she was a passionate, fully matured female, ready and eager
for me to bring her sexuality to complete fruition. Even though I
was in one way disappointed that it wouldn't be me who ridded her
of her maidenhead, I was relieved that I wouldn't have to bring
her the pain of defloweration.

"It sounds like you took care of your maidenhead then. You're
right, it probably won't hurt now. Still, though, let's not take
any chances. We'll do it the way that a virgin should do it the
first time, with you on top."

Candy smiled a soft smile and said, "Like I saw you and Momma
doing it? Just like I dreamed about? Oh, yes, let's do it like
that. It will be like it was when I went back to bed and
pretended, only it will be real this time. This time I really
will have you inside me." She squirmed her hips around, and with
excitement showing in her voice, said, "Oh, God, let's do it right
now. Just thinking about it sends shivers through me." She took
my hand and moved it down to her vee, pressing it into her wet
flesh. "Feel how wet I am. Just feel how ready I am."

I could hardly believe the sheer wantonness of that action. She
had just finished a shuddering orgasm and now she was asking for
more--asking me, no, almost begging me, to fuck her. Her passion
was far greater than I could have fantasized about even in my
wildest of fantasy and I trembled in lust, trembled with an
overpowering desire to give her what she wanted: to have my cock
buried to its base in her young body.

I turned over on my back, my cock thrusting up erect and quivering
from my groin. I looked down at it and its head was inflamed, a
dark plum color. It was wet, too, the flow of my pre-come
dribbling down and drenching it. I touched Candy and said, "Get
up over me. Straddle me so that you can lower yourself down on
me."

Candy did as I said, putting her knees on each side of my hips,
her vee just above my straining cock. Her furrow gaped open, and
her swatch of hair was wet, clinging to her pubis in little curls.
I reached down and held my cock still, pointing it right up to the
entrance to Candy's vagina. "Now, baby, lower yourself down on
me. Do it real slow and easy. Take just as much as you
comfortably can. If it starts to hurt, just stop and let the pain
pass. This way, you're in control. You get to set the pace."

With a frown of concentration on her face, Candy lowered her hips
until my cock made contact with her wet furrow. She squirmed,
positioning herself until the head of my cock nudged into the
recess of her sheath. Tilting her head back slightly, she closed
her eyes and slowly lowered herself onto my hardness, engulfing it
in her hot, wet flesh.

Although she was incredibly tight, the combination of her lub-
rication and my pre-come facilitated penetration. One inch of my
cock disappeared and then another. Candy let out her breath and
then lowered herself until her pussy had swallowed about half my
shaft. The walls of her tunnel pressed tightly around its hard
invader and created some of the most pleasurable sen-sations I
could recall. I had thought my first journey into Barbie's pussy
was one of my most memorable experiences, but it paled in
comparison to the pleasure that now rushed through my body.

Thus far, other than feeling my cock force the walls of her tunnel
apart, there been no obstruction, no obstacles to my journey into
the depths of Candy's body. Her maidenhead no longer existed. It
looked like we would be free to continue without the inconvenience
of even momentary pain. She still had her eyes closed, though,
and the slight frown was still on her face. "You okay,
sweetheart?" I asked. "Is it hurting any?"

She opened her eyes and smiled. "No...it doesn't hurt. It's just
a strange, new feeling--like my whole belly is filling up." She
leaned forward, putting her hands by my side, and forced more of
her pussy down over my cock. "My belly is filling up with my
Daddy's cock," she murmured, almost to herself. Then, with a
grunt and a sudden downward thrust of her hips, she impaled
herself on the remaining portion of my cock. At last, I was all
the way in her, my cock buried completely in Candy's teenage
pussy. Having accomplished her goal, she leaned down, letting her
breasts brush across my chest, and whispered, "Ah, all of it. All
of Daddy's cock...all the way inside me." Thank goodness she
stayed still. If she had moved even an inch, I would have filled
her pussy right then and there with my come. Finally achieving my
desire to make love with Candy was so arousing that it would have
taken little more to send me beyond my already stretched-to-the-
limit control.

For long moments, we remained motionless like that--pubic hair
intermeshed and pubic bones pressed together. Even without
motion, it was pure, unabated pleasure. The warmth and moisture
of her vagina pressing in on all portions of my cock felt so good
I would have gladly remained like that for hours, just savoring
the pleasure, enjoying the contact of our sexual flesh.
Eventually, though, Candy lifted herself until her torso was erect
above me. Using her knees and thighs, she raised herself about an
inch, withdrawing the sheath of her vagina from off my cock by
that amount. Then, reversing the motion, she once again came
down, taking all my cock back inside her warm confines. As she
hit bottom, she squirmed herself against the hardness of my pubis,
grinding her clitoris on it. "Ohhh, yes," she muttered. She
repeated the action one more time, bringing the hard nubbin of her
clitoris into even harder contact with the base of my cock. Then,
holding still, she looked down at me and said, "I did it, Daddy.
Just like in my dreams, I got all my Daddy's cock up into my
belly." She lifted herself even higher than before, and then
thrust down hard on me. "Daddy, we're fucking. We're finally,
finally fucking!"

Using just a little rocking motion, Candy moved back and forth,
moving her pussy up and down my cock in little short strokes.
Right above me, her breasts jiggled from the motion. If nothing
else had indicated the extent of her arousal, her breasts would
have. The nipples were fully erect and jutting straight out.
Even the areolas around them were swollen and puffed out, their
crinkles gone. Unable to resist them, I put my hands up and made
love to those firm, magnificent globes. She put her hands on top
of mine and pressed them into her flesh, pressing them deeply into
the pillows of her femininity.

Gradually, Candy increased her tempo, bouncing up and down at a
faster pace. As she did, the up-and-down strokes became longer,
and my pleasure climbed to meet hers. I felt shudders and little
contractions of pleasure grasp her pussy, causing it to squeeze
down on my cock. I knew from that that she was having a series of
mini-orgasms that would intensify until they combined into one big
one. She murmured her pleasure each time a contraction hit and
moaned in joy from the feeling.

Candy took my hands away from her breasts and then leaned down to
where our faces were only inches apart. "I'm fucking you, Daddy.
How do you like it? Did Barbie do this to you?"

"No, sweetheart, Barbie and I didn't do it like this. This is
just for you and me."

"Good," she said, putting her mouth on mine and driving her tongue
into my mouth.

Candy stretched herself so that she now lay on top of me in the
classic missionary position. She moved her pussy up and down on
my shaft, using long strokes. Combined with them, she gyrated her
hips in circles, twisting her pussy around my cock with each of
her strokes. The motions were working their spell on me, but they
were affected her even more. Her mini-orgasms were almost
continuous now and her juices were flowing out and covering my
balls and running down the crack of my ass. We were making a
marvelous wet spot.

I reached down and caressed the smooth skin of her buttocks. I
could feel their muscles clench up each time she thrust down and
then feel them rise on each of her up strokes. Her stomach
muscles pressed against mine and the shudders and contractions
that moved through them transferred to mine. I spread my legs
apart and lifted them, wrapping them around her waist. Using them
for leverage, I started reciprocating her thrusts, driving upward
to meet each of her downward thrusts. We were soon panting into
each other's mouths, climbing the ascent toward orgasm at a
breakneck speed.

Candy started softly muttering, "Oh, God...Oh, God...Oh, God,"
gradually increasing the pace of her hip motions. Suddenly, she
pulled her face away of mine and threw her head back with eyes
closed. "Oh, God, Daddy!" The little shudders and contractions
that she had had earlier now became hard convulsions, shaking her
and causing her whole pelvis to tremble. Using my legs, I pulled
her groin hard against mine and ground my pubic bone into her
clitoris. She collapsed against me, her breasts crushed against
my chest, and shook and panted as her orgasm took control of her,
shaking her with its ecstasy.

Gradually, her shudders lessened and she relaxed against me,
totally spent from the intensity of the orgasm. She lifted her up
and softly said, "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, sweetheart," I answered.

"You didn't come, did you?" she asked.

"Not yet. But I'm not far from it."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy. I told you I wanted you to have the same
kind of pleasure I had, and all I did was have it all over again
and leave you high and dry."

I chuckled and said, "Who said I was through?"

She grinned and said, "Not me."

I lifted Candy from off me and turned her on her back. Getting on
my knees, I moved up between her legs. I took hold of each of her
legs and spread them wide apart, lifting them up with knees bent
so they formed a saddle for me. Then I moved a pillow to her hips
and lifted her so I could put it under them. Now she was ready for
me. My cock throbbed in anticipation of entry into the wide-open
pussy that lay before it, just inches away. Now I was ready to
show her some REAL fucking, ready to show her how a cock and pussy
were really supposed to fit together. Candy watched me throughout
all this, silent, eyes wide.

Grasping my cock by the base, I ran its head up and down her
furrow, concentrating on her clitoris. Then I guided it down to
her tunnel, still open from her fucking me, and nudged it into
her. Thrusting my hips forward slowly, I pushed my cock into
Candy's body. Soon, it was down to where its base was pushed
firmly into the wet, pink flesh of her furrow. I pulled it out
and then thrust it back in, hard and fast. Since she had already
come, I didn't have to have any concern about her being satisfied-
-it was my time now, time for me to fully enjoy the pleasure of
her body, to live out the fantasy of fucking the young, hot body
of my little girl.

I lifted both of Candy's legs up, spreading the vee of her vulva
wide, exposing all the wet flesh of her furrow. I could see where
my cock entered into her, and I shoved hard, watching it as it
drove in until my belly thrust into her wetness. I pulled out
until just the head was left inside her and thrust in again,
pushing as hard as I could. Stretching my legs out below me, I
put my hands along side her shoulders and started pistoning in and
out as hard and fast as I could go. Candy spread her legs out all
the way and put them over mine, her ankles locked across my
calves. As I came down on my thrusts, she raised her hips up with
a thrust of her own. Her eyes were even wider now, and she
grunted, "Oh, God, Daddy!"

"Is this hurting you, baby?" I asked.

"Hurting? Oh, God, no! It's just so good, it's almost
unbelievable." As she hunched her hips up to meet me, she
murmured, "Ummmnnnn." She reached up and grasped my shoulders
with her hands and said, "Oh, I love it this way. I love it hard
and fast." She moved her legs from my calves and wrapped them
around my hips, and hunching her hips up toward me, muttered,
"Ooooh, I'm going to come AGAIN! Oh, God, Daddy, DO IT! Do it
hard...HARD!"

Putting my hands under her hips, I continued to drive my cock in
and out of her clutching, clenching hot tunnel. "Yeah, baby,
hard, hard," I murmured. I could feel my orgasm building to a
crescendo. I had waited so long to finally make love to Candy
that it had built up to one of the highest peaks of my life. The
way her hot flesh clutched against mine, the slippery friction of
oily flesh rubbing against oily flesh, was taking me beyond any
point of control. I was panting like a runner doing a marathon
and the pressure of my semen was a volcano ready to erupt. I felt
her pussy tighten down on my cock and the muscles of her belly
tighten. Her buttocks clenched in my hands, drawing up into
little knots. In a half-moan, half-cry, she screamed, "Ohhhhhh,
Daddy! Ohhhhh, oh, oh, oooooooohhhhhh!" She opened her eyes and
moaned, "Oh, God, come now. Come with me. Come with your little
girl."

Hearing her words and feeling her body writhe in my grasp was too
much for me. I had already been on the edge of orgasm, and her
actions pushed me over the crest. I drove my cock in, as deep as
I could get it, and held it there. My buttocks now clenched just
as hers were doing and my cock contracted. Then, almost like a
cannon shot, a jet of come spurted out of my cock into the depths
of her flesh. Candy felt it and shoved her hips up even tighter
to me. She put a hand behind my head and brought mouth to wide
open mouth. With both our mouths open and seeking, we kissed, our
tongues stroking and caressing the other's.

Gush after gush spurted from my cock. It filled her pussy and
spread over my cock and coated it with warm slipperiness. Candy's
hips pushed up hard up against me, her pussy pressed against the
base of my cock, jerking against me with little stabbing motions.
The flow of my sperm had intensified her orgasm and we were both
at the peak of our rapture, writhing in ecstasy.

I pulled my cock out and then drove it back in again, and Candy
murmured her approval. As I pushed in, I felt my sperm gush out
and cover both of us. It dripped down on my balls and I knew that
a whole stream had to be flowing down between her legs and
drenching the bed. It had to be the wettest fuck I had ever had,
and I loved the wetness.

Our peaks passed slowly, gradually ebbing away into just little
tremors and sighs. The wild abandon of our kiss changed into a
gentle tenderness. Oh, God," I thought, "I've just fucked my own
daughter, my little girl, the person I love most in this world."
She moved slightly, restirring the pleasure. "And it was the best
fuck I've ever had."

I pulled my lips away from hers slightly and she said, "Ummnnn,
God, Daddy. That was incredible." She hunched her hips up to
mine, pressing her sperm coated pussy against me and with a big
smile said, "You were right. Now I know what REAL fucking is."
She hunched her hips up and said, "It even still feels good,
doesn't it?" Not waiting for an answer, she pulled my mouth back
down to hers for a slow, languid kiss.

She was right--it did still feel good. Even though my cock had
lost a little of its rigidity, it was still firm, filling the
entire cavity of her pussy. The fact that it was Candy under me,
her pussy holding my cock in its warm grasp, played games with my
libido, keeping me hard despite my having one of the most intense
orgasms of my life. I pulled my cock out and shoved it back,
testing myself. Yes, it WAS still good. I felt like I could go
on forever. Go on forever with Candy.

She felt my stroke and shoved against it, murmuring into my mouth.
Her hand stroked the back of my neck, a caress reflecting her
feelings toward me. Now we were more than father and daughter,
our love had a new dimension, a new depth and breadth. She broke
our kiss, licking my lips in the process, and whispered, "Are you
going to fuck me again, right now?"

"Do you want me to?"

"YES! Oh, God, yes. Can you?"

I pulled my cock out and shoved it back in, saying, "What does
than tell you?"

Candy grinned and said, "That tells me that my Daddy is about to
fuck his little girl again." She pulled her pussy down, letting
my cock slip out a little, and then shoved back up, taking it back
inside. "Yes, Daddy, do it again. Let's do it over and over
again, until we can't do it anymore."

I pulled out and got up on my knees, saying, "Let's use another
position. This time let's play like we're boy dog and girl dog."

Candy grinned, immediately catching on, and got up on her hands
and knees, her beautiful ass turned toward me. She turned her
head back toward me and smiling, said, "Is this right, Daddy?"

Was it right? With that sweet little ass stuck up in the air for
me, it was more than right--it was perfect. Her whole bottom was
wet from where my come had run down between her legs, and the
furrow of her pussy was overflowing from come still oozing out her
pussy. Seeing her like that brought all the rigidity back to my
cock, and my lust that had declined slightly after my orgasm
returned in full force. My cock quivered in anticipation of
getting back inside of the hot sexual flesh presented in open
invitation before me. I groaned and thrust my shaft up between
her legs, pushing it into the wetness of her furrow, seeking
Candy's hot, come-dripping hole.

Running my cock up and down the channel, I found the opening to
her sheath and pushed it in, thrusting my hips forward slowly. My
belly at last made contact with her buttocks, making a wet sound.
I put my hands on her hips and pulled her in even closer to me,
swinging my balls up to where they made contact with her clitoris.
I pulled out and then thrust in hard, forcing her hips forward.
She folded her arms and laid her head on them so as to steady her
ass for my attack. Turning her head back to me, she said, "I like
it this way. You go in so deep...deeper than ever before. I can
feel your cock going way up inside me." She squirmed her slick
buttocks against me and murmured, "Ummnnnn, it feels so good this
way."

Even though Candy's pussy was still tight, my cock had opened it
up considerably. That, coupled with way my previous deposit of
sperm increased her lubrication, allowed me to really ram her.
From that position, I didn't have to worry about crushing her, and
I allowed my lust full play. Gripping her hips, I held her in
place and drove in and out of her like a piledriver. Each of my
thrusts moved her forward, driving her head into the pillow. She
was my lust toy, and I used her body to give me the utmost
pleasure possible. With each of my thrusts I muttered, "Yes,
baby, deep...oh, sweet pussy...ummm, sweet little girl pussy...oh,
God, baby, good, good, good."

I wasn't the only one getting pleasure from my pistoning thrusts.
Each time I thrust against Candy, she grunted and pushed back hard
against me. The cheeks of her ass spread apart and her buttocks
flattened against my belly each time I drove into her. As I
pulled out, the entrance to her pussy stretched out, clasping my
cock as if reluctant to lose contact. We became one creature,
fused together in a sphere of pure pleasure. We moaned and
muttered our pleasure, inarticulate sounds of lust being
completely and fully satisfied.

Leaning across Candy's back, I put my hands under her and caressed
her hanging breasts, kneading the firm projections and rubbing
across the firm nipples. She moved her shoulders up slightly,
giving me more room to play with her sensitive nipples. After
giving them sufficient attention, I moved my hands lower, down to
her drenched sexual area. Using the fingers of both hands, I
thoroughly explored the top portion of her wet channel. I felt it
widen with each of my thrusts and then come back together as I
withdrew. Two of my fingers found her clitoris and rubbed it
while the others caressed the inner portions of her labial lips.
Feeling her wetness, feeling it as it soaked my hands, served only
to intensify the eroticism of the contact. She squirmed her ass
and tried to move her legs together as my fingers strummed across
her love button.

My uninhibited onslaught of her pussy became too much for me and I
felt my orgasm surging to its breaking point. The contact of my
fingers on her clitoris coupled with the way I see-sawed my cock
in and out her was bringing Candy to the same point. Her whole
ass quivered and shivers run through her firm little belly. Her
moans were continuous as she responded to the multiple
stimulation. She bucked up hard against me and shouted, "Oh, God,
I'm coming again!" Shudders ran through her body and she
collapsed flat, my hands pinned under her, still playing drum
beats on her clitoris. I went down with her, continuing to piston
my cock in and out with hard, fast strokes.

Candy worked her hips up and down, first pushing her clitoris
against my fingers and then pushing her pussy against my cock.
Each of us was lost in rapture, orgasm sweeping over us in ever
higher waves. Hers came on first and she shook under me, shaking
her ass in circles, and moaning, "Oh, God...Oh, God." The whole
internal portion of her pussy convulsed and jerked, grasping my
cock and contracting around it. Even with that restriction, I
still managed to drive in and out, as deep as I could go. The
combination of her belly convulsing against my hands, the shudder
of her furrow against my fingers, and the clutch of her trembling
pussy flesh against my cock proved to be the final ignition,
though, and I joined her in orgasm, jetting shot after shot of
sperm into her already filled pussy. My eyes clouded over, my
vision becoming blurred, and I collapsed on top of Candy, barely
able to support myself with my arms to keep from crushing her
under my weight. It had been the most intense, most satisfying
orgasm of my life, and I was totally spent. Each spurt of sperm
weakened me, relaxing me. When I finally stopped coming, I was
limp, completely used up.

We lay there for long moments, gasping, trying to catch our
breaths. My cock, now completely satisfied, slowly shrunk and
then pulled out of Candy's pussy, dribbling even more come over
her. I had come so much that it was leaking out of her pussy,
each of her tremors making more pour out. The stream flowed down
over my cock and balls and her pussy, and a pool of semen formed
under us. Gradually, I came to my senses, my vision returning,
and lifted myself and lay down beside her. Her face was turned
toward mine, and she smiled softly. Without actually speaking,
her lips formed the words, "Thank you, Daddy. I love you."
Uncaring about our sleeping in the result of our orgasm, I reached
down and pulled the covers over us. Candy went to sleep
immediately and I soon followed.

* * * *

The next morning I waked up to the delicious smell of fresh coffee
and bacon frying. I picked up my wrinkled robe from the floor and
put it on. Following the smell of breakfast, I went into the
kitchen. Candy was standing there in her robe, cooking breakfast
for us. The back of her hair was still damp, so I knew she had
taken a shower. Turning toward me, she said, "Well, good morning,
sunshine. I'm fixing us some breakfast." She grinned and
continued, "I figured we need some nourishment after last night.
Why don't you get your shower while I finish. Breakfast ought to
just about be ready by the time you're through."

Following her suggestion, I went into the bathroom and quickly
shaved and showered. While showering, I recalled the events of
the previous evening. It had been a evening of the most exciting
love-making of my life and my cock sprung up in full erection as I
remembered what Candy and I had done. Candy might be my daughter,
but she was also a passionate woman with a large capacity for
love. After forcing myself to think of other things, I got my
erection down to a semi-hard and put on my robe and went back into
the kitchen.

Candy had breakfast on the table and we sat down and ate. Candy
didn't say anything, but the looks she gave me were warm and
filled with excitement. She conveyed with her eyes that last
night hadn't been enough, that she wanted more. She had said we
had the whole weekend, and it appeared that she meant it. My cock
slowly came fully erect as I considered the prospect.

Candy carried her dishes and put them in the sink and I did the
same. Standing there at the sink, her robe tied tightly about
her, the full perfection of her form showed through the thin
fabric. I embraced her from the back, running my hands around to
her front and cupping her breasts. "Baby," I whispered into her
ear, "last night was the best thing that's happened to me in my
entire life."

She turned around to me and said, "Me, too, Daddy. It was even
better for me." She put her mouth to mine and kissed me lightly,
just brushing her tongue across my lower lip. She moved her mouth
from mine and said, "Thank you for last night."

Stepping away from me to the center of the kitchen, Candy grinned
at me and said, "Guess what I've got on under my robe."

"I couldn't even begin to guess," I answered.

Candy laughed and said, "Nothing. There's nothing under here
except your little Candy. Interested?"

Interested? God, I lusted after her with a lust that seeming to
have no limit. Nine-thirty in the morning, after an evening of
love-making that included some of the most intense orgasms of my
life, and my cock was standing rigidly away from my body, pushing
my robe out in a bulge. It was Candy doing that to me. I just
couldn't seem to get enough of her. I looked down at the bulge in
the front of my robe and said, "What do you think?"

"How about a date, then? Why don't we meet in my bedroom in...
let's see...three seconds?" She laughed and ran down the hall,
looking back over her shoulder at me with a look that was as
lustful as the one I'm sure I was giving her.

As soon as we got into her room, we were all over each other, each
one trying to the get the robe off the other. In seconds, our
robes were on the floor and we were standing naked, tremb-ling
with desire. Candy moved up against me and put her arms around
me, holding me close. "God, Daddy, I think I'm turning into a
nymphomaniac. All I can think about is making love with you. All
I want is for us to make love, to fuck for twenty-four hours a
day. I just can't seem to get enough of you."

"God, baby, you too? I thought it was just me. You affect me
exactly the same way. No one has ever done that to me before.
Just you."

Candy pushed her groin against my hard cock and whispered, "Then
why are we wasting time?"

In answer, I stepped toward the bed, pushing Candy in lock-step
with me. When the back of her knees hit the bed, she fell down on
it, laughing. Even though she was laughing at the awkward dance
we had just performed, her eyes looking up at me showed smoky
desire, hunger for more of what we had done last night. What I
saw in her eyes inflamed my desires and whetted my hunger even
more.

With her legs spread as they were, the furrow of her pussy was
open, with pink, moist flesh showing. It looked delicious and I
had to taste it. I knelt at her feet and spread her legs even
farther apart, spreading her labia up so that her wet furrow gaped
even wider. Extending my tongue, I licked a circle around her
navel and then traced a line down to the dark forest of her pubic
fur. I curled my tongue into a tube and, using it like a finger,
moved it downward, parting a path through the pubic tresses. When
it came to the top of her furrow, I probed down into it, brushing
my tongue lightly across the firm button of Candy's little man in
the boat. Candy gasped and thrust her hips up to me, pushing her
hot vulva against my mouth. "Ohhh, Daddy!" she murmured. "Oh,
God, I was hoping you would do this. Barbie told me about your
doing it to her, and I nearly came in my panties from hearing her
tell how good it was."

Candy's words excited me even more and I put my whole mouth into
her furrow and licked and slurped up and down, trying to reach
every part of it. I put my hands under her buttocks and lifted
her up so that I could get to her better. As I moved down to the
lower portion of the gash, I spread her cheeks apart and probed my
tongue even lower. I could see the little crinkled rosebud
nestled in the cleft between her cheeks and I drove my tongue down
to it and licked and caressed it. She squirmed her hips in
response and said, "Oh, Daddy, that's nasty!" I spread her cheeks
apart even wider and rimmed her harder, probing the tip of my
tongue down into the midst of the little wrinkles. She moved her
hips from side to side and said, "Oh, God, nasty...so
dirty...ummnnnn...oohh...yes... good. Oooooohhhh, I love it!"

I replaced my tongue with a finger tip, using it to rub and gently
caress Candy's little nether hole. Running my tongue from there
upwards, I came to the opening into her tight love tunnel. She
had become completely aroused now, and cream was flowing out and
covering all her tender vaginal furrow. I put my mouth right on
top of her opening and spread my lips wide, stretching her vagina
wider. I sucked on it, drawing out more of her cream, and then
plunged my tongue in as far as I could extend it. I twisted it
around and around, moving it on the vaginal walls and caressing
her interior. Rolling it up into a hard little tube, I plunged my
tongue in and out, giving her a miniature version of intercourse.
That action coupled with the way my finger played with her little
asshole soon had her breathing fast and moving her hips up and
down.

I withdrew my tongue and replaced it with the thumb of the hand
that was caressing her asshole. Keeping that hand in motion,
moving both my finger tip and thumb around and in her two lower
orifices, I moved my mouth up and placed it over her clitoris. As
my tongue came out and laved her swollen clitoris, she gasped and
jerked her hips up to my mouth. I sucked the little nubbin
between my lips, and holding it like that, strummed my tongue over
and across the exposed surface of her hard pleasure knot. She put
both her hands on my head and pressed my face in closer to her,
moaning and muttering, "Ohhhh, yessss...do it...suck
me...yeesssss...oooooohhhhhh...I love it...oh, I love it!"

Candy was soon rocking back and forth on her elbows, moving her
hips against mine in little short thrusts. I followed each of her
motions, never once losing my contact with her clitoris. I felt
trembles and shudders in her thighs, and her clitoris started
little jerking movements between my lips. Suddenly, her vagina
clamped down on my thumb and squeezed hard. Her buttocks
clenched, the muscles in them becoming hard knots, and she
screamed, "Coming! Oh, God, I'm commiinng, commmiinnggg!"

I kept licking her clitoris, carrying her all the way through her
orgasm. After a while, she jerked her hips away from my mouth and
whispered, "Please, no more."

I took my mouth away from her and sat up straight, wanting to see
her in the full aftermath of orgasm. She had her eyes closed, and
lay there trembling, a flush across her face and a red blush
covering her breasts and the area between them. Cream was flowing
from her pussy and moving in a little stream down her furrow to
the cleft between her cheeks. She had come hard and was still
breathing fast, slowly recovering from the intense pleasure of her
clitoral orgasm.

I moved up and sat on the bed beside her and stroked her hair,
softly and tenderly, as she relaxed and came down from the high
she had just experienced. After a little while, she stopped her
labored breathing and opened her eyes, looking up at me. She
reached out a hand and put in on my thigh, saying, "God, Daddy,
that was the first time anyone has ever done that to me. I see
what Barbie was talking about--it's good--really, really good."
She smiled and said, "Oooohh, WAS it good! I don't know which I
like best, that way, or the natural way. I'm glad we can do both.
That way I'm not forced to make a choice."

Candy sat up on the bed beside me, her hand still on my thigh, and
said, "Now, dear Daddy, it's your turn. Daddy's little girl is
going to do you like you did her." Reaching out her hand, she
wrapped it around my cock and slowly jacked it up and down,
spreading my pre-come over its entire length. Then, without
letting loose of my cock, she knelt down in front of me and
engulfed half my cock into her mouth. Clamping her lips tight
around my shaft, she applied suction and used her tongue on the
sensitive head and glans. Reacting to her sudden onslaught of
pleasure, I sucked in my breath and jerked my hips up to her
mouth.

From the way she went after my cock, it was obvious that Candy had
natural oral tendencies. She sucked and slurped on it, moving it
in and out her mouth just as though she were using it as a
substitute pussy. I had gotten so aroused from eating her, from
seeing the rapture of her orgasm, that I was soon trembling and
moaning from the intense pleasure she was giving me. "Oh, God,
baby, that's good. Ummnnnn, I'm getting close, close." If
anything, she intensified her efforts, taking even more of my cock
into her mouth and slurping and licking it with even more force.
"Oh, Baby, you'd better stop. If you don't stop, I'm going to
come, come right in your mouth." She looked up at me, her eyes
twinkling, and formed her lips into a smile around my shaft.

Candy continued to look up at me, a smile still on her lips, and
sucked even harder. She put a hand under my balls and lightly
caressed my scrotum. With rapid motions, she bobbed her head back
and forth, moving my cock in and out of her mouth. The action of
her tongue, the warm wetness of her mouth, and the movement of her
lips up and down my shaft proved too much, and I thrust my cock
toward her hard, driving as much of it into her mouth as she could
take. "Oh, God, baby," I groaned, shooting a huge spurt of sperm
right on top of her tongue. It was followed by another then
another, and Candy gulped, trying to swallow the thick sperm
gushing out of my cock. Even though she managed to get most of
it, some flowed out over her lower lip and ran in little streams
out each corner of her mouth. Her chin was soon covered with my
flow and white, thick drops dripped down on the floor. I fell
back on the bed, trembling in the throes of my orgasm, as Candy
continued to suck on my cock and swallow the mouthful of come I
had given her.

After a few moments, I recovered from my orgasm to realize that
Candy was still at work on my cock, licking it and sucking lightly
on it. Responding to that treatment, it stayed completely rigid,
fully erect. I sat up and put my hands alongside her head and
gently pulled her mouth from off my cock. I lifted her up and
pulled her alongside on the bed. If my cock hadn't already been
hard, it would have gotten that way from just looking at her. Her
whole mouth was covered with the white, thick coating of my come,
and drops of it still clung to her chin, hanging down, but not yet
falling. She licked her lips and then, using her fingers, wiped
the flow from her chin and into her mouth. She smiled and said,
"This isn't bad at all. Almost tasteless--kind of like egg
whites." Then, grinning, she said, "In fact, seeing that it's your
come, I have to admit that I kind of like it."

Candy put her hand down to my cock and fondled it, gently
squeezing and rubbing it. Her hand was still wet from my come and
the combined lubrication of my come and her saliva made the
contact very pleasurable. She grinned at me and said, "In case
you're wondering why I'm paying so much attention to your cock,
it's because I'm trying to keep you good and hard. I've got plans
for your hard cock, plans I think you'll like."

I had a hard time imagining anything I could like better than what
she had just done, and my cock swelled in her hand at the thought
of something even better. "What kind of plans do you have in
mind?" I asked.

Without answering, Candy let go my cock and moved up to the center
of the bed. Getting on all fours, she turned her ass to me and
reached down and pulled her cheeks apart. I could see all of her
sweet ass, from the wet opening of her pussy all the way up to
where the cleft blended into her back. She turned her head toward
me and then took a finger and put it on her little anus. "Did you
do Barbie here? Did you fuck her right here?"

My cock became as rigid as it was possible to be in response to
her question. If I were interpreting her question correctly, she
was going to ask me to fuck her in the ass. I had never fucked
anyone in the ass, not even Candy's mother, and it was something I
had long wanted to do. Now, Candy was going to ask me to do it.
Hot and flushed with excitement and lust, I answered, "No, we
didn't do that."

Candy grinned and said, "Good. Then do it to me. Stick your cock
in here and do me here. That way there won't anything virgin left
about me." She put a hand to her mouth and said, "This is no
longer virgin," and moving the hand down to her pussy, she added,
"And this is no longer virgin for sure." She pushed a finger tip
into her asshole and said, "This is the only virginity I have
left, and I want you to take it, too."

As much as I wanted to fuck Candy in the ass, I wanted to make
sure she knew what she was doing. "It might hurt you some, Baby,"
I cautioned her.

"Not if you use K-Y Jelly. One of my girlfriends in school tells
me that she and her boyfriend do it this way all the time in order
to avoid any chance on her getting pregnant. She says that K-Y
Jelly keeps it from hurting. Go look in the right hand drawer of
my bathroom medicine cabinet and you'll find some."

I went and got the K-Y Jelly and came back into the bedroom. As I
entered I could see that Candy had her hand in her pussy rubbing
her clitoris. She didn't stop her rubbing when she saw me, and
said, "I guess I got a little impatient."

I squirted K-Y Jelly on my cock and completely coated it with the
slippery cream. Getting up on the bed, I squirted a blob right on
top of Candy's little anus, covering it completely. Then I
squeezed some out on my index finger, making sure it was covered.
Working very carefully, I pushed my jelly-covered finger into her
little opening, spreading it open and pushing all the way in. I
rotated my finger, coating all the inside of her ass, making it
slippery. I repeated the action, adding even more lubrication
inside her tight little anal tunnel. She squirmed and moaned as I
performed the preliminary steps, enjoying having my finger inside
her. She looked back at me and said, "That should be plenty. Now
put your cock inside me. Fuck me in the ass, Daddy. Make me a
woman in every way." My cock jerked in response to her words. She
didn't know it, but she was about to make me a man in every way.

I pushed my cock up against her little opening and pressed into
her. At first it didn't budge at all, just rammed against the
tightness of her opening. Then I felt her relax a little and the
head went all the way in, spreading the tight ring of her opening
around my shaft. I paused, giving her a chance to get used to
having me inside ass, and asked, "You okay, sweetheart? Still want
to go on?"

"Oh, yes. You don't have to stop. It doesn't hurt. It just
feels like I need to go the bathroom real bad. Keep on, get it
all the way in me."

I pushed a little more and then all resistance abruptly stopped.
Once I had the head of my cock past her sphincter, it went in
easily. I continued to push in until my cock was completely
inside her, the wiry hair at the base of my cock crushed against
her buttocks. I had thought her pussy was hot and tight, but it
didn't begin to compare with her ass. It was incredibly tight and
so warm that my cock felt like it was inside a furnace. The walls
of her anus were smooth against my cock, different from her vagina
in ways that couldn't even be described, but just as pleasure-
giving. She tested her reflexes by contracting the walls around
my cock, squeezing down on it, and a wave of pleasure swept over
me. Candy's mouth and pussy were sheer delights, but her ass was
at least their equal, if not better. "Ooohh, Baby," I said, "you
have to have the sweetest ass in the world."

Candy laid her head down and started rocked her ass to and fro,
pulling my cock out and then pushing it back in. The K-Y Jelly
was working perfectly and my cock was able to move in and out
freely. Matching her motions, I started my own thrusts and
withdrawals. Soon we were moving fast, grinding ourselves against
each other, grunting each time our flesh slapped together.
Leaning down and reaching under her, I put my hands down to her
breasts and fondled them. When I did, she moved her arms under
mine and put her hands in her pussy, gently rubbing her clitoris
in perfect timing with the motions of my cock as it reamed her
sweet, tight ass.

The interior control she had was amazing. Each time I pressed my
phallus completely within her, she squeezed down on it, pressing
the hot, slick tube of her ass around it. The ring of her
sphincter tightened down on it at the same time, and the effect
was a combination of stroking and velvet-like massage of my whole
shaft. The total effect--the action of her ass on my cock, seeing
the rocking and squirming of Candy's perfect, sweet ass, and the
knowledge that we were engaged in the ultimate act of father-
daughter incest--was becoming more than my already overloaded
senses could bear. The sensual pressure just built and built,
escalating to where my sperm was almost ready to burst out in a
hot flood.

I speeded up my strokes, driving into her upturned ass with long,
hard strokes. My breath was ragged, almost a pant, and I gripped
her hips and jerked her toward me with almost brutal force. "Oh,
God, baby! Almost there!" I shouted.

Candy's drove her fingers deep within her pussy, thrusting them in
and out, and I could feel them through the thin membrane that
separated them from my thrusting, rigid shaft. She muttered,
"Yes! Fuck me! Come with me, fill me up with come. Ohh, God, yes,
yes, YES!"

Candy's orgasm came on her and her ass muscles clamped down on my
cock, sending wave after wave of shudders over it. It was too
much, and with a hard contraction, a jet of sperm shot out my
jerking cock, shooting up deep into her belly. She squirmed her
ass hard against my cock and muttered, "Ohhh, I can feel you
coming. I can feel each one of your spurts. Ohh, come, come,
commmeeee...."

Relaxing at last, Candy fell prone, my cock still buried in her
little tunnel. She moaned, her hands still under her moving in
her pussy, still pushed her ass up and down, alternating pressure
between her fingers and my cock. Her motions slowed gradually,
and then she lay still. Her anus was still completely relaxed,
open around my cock, and as my cock lost its erection, it
gradually came out of her opening and fell between her ass cheeks.

I rolled off her then, laying on my side, and looked at her,
filled with feelings of love and tenderness. Her eyes were closed
and her face relaxed. A little stream of saliva ran out of one
corner of her mouth, and she reached her tongue out and captured
it. Lifting herself, she pulled her arms from underneath her and
turned toward me, opening her eyes. Reaching out her arm, she put
her hand, still wet from being in her pussy, on my shoulder and
pulled her face and against mine and kissed me. It was a soft,
slow, tender kiss, filled with the languor and relaxation of
complete satiation, the afterglow of orgasm that pleasures and
satisfies the entire body.

She broke the kiss and smiled, saying, "Now there's nothing about
me that's nonvirgin. I believe I came harder that way than the
others." Her face became more serious and she said, "Did you ever
do that with Momma?"

"No, sweetheart, that was my first time with anyone."

She clutched me to her and said, "That means in a way I got your
virginity." She smiled and moving her lips to mine, she
whispered, "Oh, Daddy, I like that." Our lips blended together
and we kissed for a long time, each savoring the new relationship
we had.

* * * *

By the time Sunday afternoon came, Candy and I explored every
position, every aspect of sexuality I could think of. By my
count, probably not too reliable, I had eleven orgasms that
weekend. I didn't attempt to estimate how many Candy had,
probably four times that number. Just before she went out to her
car to leave for Austin, she said, "Kiss me good-bye, Daddy. Do it
inside here where people can't see."

We kissed, a deep kiss that wasn't meant for father and daughter.
She broke away and said, "Daddy, I just can't seem to get enough
of you. If I come home next weekend, can we spend it like we did
this one?"

I looked at her and said, "No." She got a surprised, disap-pointed
look on her face, and I laughed and said, "It won't be like this
weekend, it'll be even better. Sweetheart, I can hardly wait."

She dimpled up and said, "It's a date then--a Daddy and Candy
date."

When she drove off, I was left with a half-hard. I knew that our
relationship couldn't last, that just like Barbie, now that she
was tuned into her sexuality she would quickly find a young man to
meet all her needs. Until then, though, I plan to just enjoy my
good fortune. By the time next weekend comes, my now half-hard
cock will be fully ready, just aching and throbbing to get back
inside my sweet daughter's mouth, pussy, and ass.