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The following story is a work of erotic fiction.  If you are under the age
at which your country permits the reading of sexually explicit material,
please stop reading now.  None of the characters are based, in whole or
part, on any actual person or persons.  This is a fantasy, and one of my
darkest ones at that.  I do not condone child abuse in any form and firmly
believe that anyone who actually engages in acts such as those depicted in
this story deserves life in prison and the heinous violations perpetrated
on child molesters which occur there.  That being said, I hope you enjoy
the story, it is my first attempt at non-technical writing.
   Please direct any comments to ASSD
   Problem Child
   By Dread Pirate Tom
   They say that every person has exactly one true soul mate in the entire
world.  If this is true, I had the fortune, and misfortune, to meet mine at
the not-so-tender age of 31.  It happened at an employee Christmas party
held by the hospital which employed me as a junior human resources manager.
My plan had been to simply make a polite appearance and then go home to my
empty apartment for yet another night parked in front of the tv.  It wasn't
that I was antisocial, it was just that most of the conversation either
centered around the practice of medicine, which I knew next to nothing
about, or consisted of lurid descriptions of the recent injuries and
illnesses that were treated, which I found more than a little disturbing.
   This all changed when Sheila, a friend of mine who worked in the
emergency room, approached me with a lovely young woman in tow.  "Merry
Christmas, Tom," my coworker began.  "I would like you to meet Sherry, the
newest L.P.N.  in the E.R." She then turned to the young woman, who I now
knew as Sherry, and continued, "Sherry, this is Tom.  If you ever have any
problems with your pay or benefits, he's the guy to see." After some brief
small talk, Sheila vanished into the throng, leaving Sherry with me.
   I hate to use the old cliche of love at first sight, but in this case it
was true.  Sherry and I talked and danced late into the night and, before
we parted company, had committed to having dinner the following evening. 
Dinner was a success and Sherry brought me back to her apartment to meet
Rowan, Sherry's five year old daughter.  I later came to understand that
there was no way of knowing who Rowan's father was.  Rather, she was the
product of Sherry's wild college life.  As Sherry subsequently explained to
me, she had turned to drugs, alcohol and promiscuous sex as a means of
coping with her parent's untimely demise in a car accident.  As a result of
her lifestyle, there were more than a few mornings in her college career
when she would wake up covered in dried jism in some frat boy's bed with no
memory of the previous night.  When she became pregnant, she abandoned her
wild ways, dropped out of college and enrolled in the local technical
school's L.P.N.  program, determined to make the best life she could for
her daughter.
   To make a long story short, within a week, Sherry and I were spending
almost all of our free time together.  After four months we were married.
Neither of us made much money individually, but together we made enough
that we could afford to buy a modest house only a short distance from the
hospital.  With a little hard work and a lot of love we made that house
into a home.  And so it was for the next five years.
   This is when the "misfortune" comes into play.  Shortly before Sherry's
30th birthday she was walking down the street on her way home from work and
simply fell over.  She was gone before the ambulance arrived.  The autopsy
showed that it had been an aneurism that killed her; lying in wait in the
recesses of her brain like a time bomb.
   In an instant, at the age of 36, I had gone from being a happily married
family man to a widower and the single father of a ten year old girl.  It
never occurred to me that the latter would present any problem.  From the
start, Rowan and I had always gotten along.  When Sherry and I had first
gotten together, Rowan had immediately accepted me as her new daddy.  In
the ensuing years, I had spent much of my time playing board games,
assisting with homework, patching and kissing scraped elbows and knees,
attending dance recitals and gymnastics shows, and all the other ephemera
familiar to any father of a young girl.  I spent many a happy Saturday
morning watching cartoons with her snuggled contentedly in my lap.  Little
did I know that I was in for a rude awakening.
   The problems started within a month of Sherry's passing.  They were
small things at first, mostly consisting of Rowan refusing to do her
minimal chores or go to bed at her designated time.  I assumed that Rowan's
minor rebellions were simply a reaction to her mother's death.  So, I
enrolled us in grief counseling for long term resolution and tried to
address the problems when they occurred by explaining that it was just the
two of us now and we had to work together to keep the family going. 
Knowing the pain that she must be in, as I was certainly devastated myself,
I tried to spend as much time with her as possible and let her choose our
activities, whether it be riding bikes in the park, going to the movies, or
playing her favorite games.
   Despite my efforts, Rowan continued to grow more distant and surly and
calm reason became less and less of a reliable means to address her
disobedience.  By the time she was thirteen, I had had to pick her up at
the police station more than a few times when she was arrested for
shoplifting.  On each of these occasions, she had snuck out of the house
through her bedroom window after telling me that she was going in there to
listen to music.  I feel I should explain that there was no need for her to
steal.  Although money was never truly abundant, I had received a few
promotions and a few raises over the years with the result that all of our
reasonable material needs were met.  Besides, the items she stole were
always cheap things, like gaudy earrings from Claire's Boutique or a CD
from Walmart.  In a way, I'm not sure which annoyed me more: the fact that
she was a thief or the fact that she was a piss poor one.
   At this time, she also began to leave the house immediately after
dinner, refusing to tell me where she was going and ignoring my pleas to
"Please come back, Rowan." and even my subsequent demands that she, "Get
back in here at once!" She would return hours later, often smelling of
cigarettes and occasionally of cheap wine.
   I read all of the books on parenting.  Nothing they suggested ever
worked.  She would sit stoically through time outs and would simply ignore
any attempts to ground her.  My parents suggested that a good spanking
might set her straight.  However, even though I had been raised under the
"spare the rod, spoil the child" theory, I believed that resorting to
physical punishment would mean that I had failed as a parent.
   The night that everything changed started typically enough.  At dinner
she ate rapidly and silently, ignoring all of my attempts to engage her in
conversation.  When she was through, she stood and headed for the door,
leaving her dirty plate on the table.  A relatively minor infraction to be
sure, but it was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.  I
quickly interposed myself between her and the door and told her, "You are
going nowhere until you wash the dishes, young lady." She looked up at me
with a sneer of contempt and responded, "Fuck you, Tom.  You're not my real
dad and you can't tell me what to do." Her words broke the dam that had
been holding back three years of suppressed frustration and anger.
   I grabbed her by the arm and started dragging her toward the living
room, ignoring her protests and her feeble efforts to pry my hand loose. 
Once in the living room, I planted myself on the couch and pulled her face
down across my lap.  Coldly, I told her, "I have tried and tried to be
understanding with you because I know the pain you're in and I love you as
though you were my own daughter.  I have provided you with a stable home
and three squares a day.  I have given you everything you ever wanted.  In
return, you've given me nothing but disobedience and contempt.  That will
stop right now!" With that said, I grabbed the top of her jeans and pulled
them, and the panties she had on beneath them, to her knees.  As is often
the case with young teens, the jeans were entirely too tight and the rough
fabric left long abrasions in her soft, pale skin all along the path of
descent.  Without giving her any chance to protest further, I brought my
palm down hard on her plump little bottom.  Again and again, I struck her
quivering buttocks, easily suppressing her struggles and ignoring her cries
of pain and her pleas to stop.
   After nearly 10 minutes of hard spanking, I had vented most of the heat
of my rage.  It was at this point that I realized that I was touching a
bare ass for the first time since the death of my wife.  I also couldn't
help but notice that, although glowing red from my ministrations, it was an
extremely nice ass.  The skin on her firm, shapely buttocks, though flushed
and hot, was softer and smoother than the finest silk.  As a result of her
struggles, I could also see both the tight little slit between her legs,
covered only slightly with a light brown peach fuzz, and the perfect
hairless pink pucker of her anus.  I had never looked at her in a sexual
way before, but it was undeniable that Rowan was well on her way to
becoming a beautiful young woman.  Like her mother, she had long auburn
hair that fell in soft waves around her shoulders.  What little baby fat
dance and gymnastics had left on her body had melted away, leaving only a
pleasant plumpness around her hips.  The activities of her youth had left
her well muscled with shapely legs and a firm ass.  Recently, she had
sprouted firm little breasts, the size of tennis balls, which stood proudly
from her chest.
   As I admired her young form, my blows to her ass slowed and softened. 
Perhaps seeing this as a sign of weakness, or perhaps feeling the
beginnings of my erection beneath her, Rowan renewed her struggles with a
vengeance, letting loose a stream of invectives and flailing her limbs
madly.  Twisting her head around as much as she could manage, she screamed,
"You motherfucker!  You're not my father, you're nobody!  You have no right
to do this to me!  I'm going to call the fucking cops and have you sent to
jail."
   Her statements rekindled my waning rage and brought it to new heights.
Pushed beyond the bounds of rationality and reason by the combination of
lust and fury, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her face to mine.  "You
know what?  You're right, I'm not your father," I spat at her.  "Now that I
think about it, I don't know why I've bothered taking care of such an
ungrateful little bitch for so long.  I can think of only one reason for
allowing a useless, troublemaker to stay around, and I think it's time you
paid up." Her eyes widened in fear and surprise at my words.  Before she
could react further, I stood us both up, twisted her around so her back was
to me, and forced her down over the arm of the couch.
   Holding her in place with one hand, I pushed her jeans and panties the
rest of the way off of her with my foot.  With my other hand, I undid my
pants and pulled them down until they fell to join her clothing on the
floor.  I spit in my free hand and used it to moisten my now fully hard
cock.
   Shuffling slightly forward, I placed the head of my rampant member at
the unprotected entrance of her tiny slit.  Other than the occasional sob,
she was silent now, though I could see her quivering with fear, or maybe it
was rage.  With a hard thrust of my hips, I drove my cock forward.  At
first my cock merely bent, but I would not be denied.  As I increased the
pressure, the head entered my stepdaughter with an audible pop.
   I cannot begin to describe how exquisite her pussy felt, even dry as it
was.  Her juvenile lips pressed in tightly all around my intruding member
and I could feel her vaginal muscles contract around me as she desperately
tried to force me from her body.  I lunged forward and managed to bury
another inch inside her.  It was difficult; the spit barely provided enough
lubrication for even this slight penetration.  I reached underneath my
shaft and began to gently massage the little nub of her clitoris.  She
gasped at my touch and then her sobs grew in volume as her body betrayed
her, Her little clit grew turgid under my touch and her pussy began to
lubricate.
   I continued this for a few minutes while slowly fucking little more than
an inch of my cock in and out of her tiny twat.  Shortly, she had moistened
enough for me to proceed with my violation of her tenderest parts. 
Gripping her hips with both hands, I drove violently forward, burying
myself to the hilt inside her in a single thrust.  As I did so, I felt a
membrane briefly resist my advance before being torn away forever.  She let
loose a yowl of pain, rage and sorrow.  I had just taken my stepdaughters
maidenhead, but in my rage I felt no remorse.
   For a moment I held still, delighting in the feel of her hot, wet flesh
surrounding my cock and her cervix touching the head.  Her muscles rippled
and convulsed around me as she continued her efforts to expel me.  With a
barely audible moan, I began to withdraw.  Looking down between the cheeks
of her ass, still glowing red from the spanking, I could see her pussy lips
clinging tightly to my shaft as I pulled out.  When only the head remained
inside her, I reversed direction and reveled in the sight of her labia
being pushed inside her along with my cock.
   I made a few long, slow strokes to spread her vaginal secretions, and,
in all likelihood, her virgin blood, throughout her canal.  As I began to
fuck her in earnest, I resumed spanking her ass while shouting that this is
what happens to ungrateful little bitches and that this is what she could
expect from now on if she didn't start showing some respect.  My words and
her cries of pain and anger were punctuated by the sounds of my pelvis and
my hand striking her ripe, upturned ass.
   I tried to make it last, as reason and rationality had begun to return
to me and I realized that this could be the last sex I had for years to
come other than the involuntary and painful type I could expect in prison .
Unfortunately, it had been so long since I had received pleasure from any
source other than my hand, that I soon felt my orgasm rising.  Again
gripping her hips with both hands, I thrust into her as deeply as I could
once, twice, and then I felt my cum shoot deep into her womb.  It was
easily the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced and for a moment I
could do nothing but hold myself deep inside her as the pleasurable
sensations ripped through me.  At the height of my orgasm, I felt her pussy
contract and ripple around me.
   As I withdrew my softening cock from her violated depths, I grabbed her
shoulder and pulled her upright.  I hissed in her ear, "Rowan, I want you
to go to your room and stay there.  If you so much as peek your head out
your door, you will be punished again.  Tonight I want you to do nothing
but think about how you've treated me the past few years." As she stumbled,
sobbing, towards her room, I saw a steady stream of pink tinted cum running
down her thigh.
   A few minutes later, I got my toolbox and went to her room.  When I
opened the door, I observed her lying crying on her bed in the fetal
position, still naked from the waist down.  Silently, I went to her window
and sealed it shut with six inch wood screws to ensure that she would not
be slipping out of the house as she had done in the past.
   Once I had finished this task, I returned to the living room and sat
staring at the blank tv screen.  I knew that I should be consumed with
guilt, that I should be on my knees in her room begging for her
forgiveness, that I should be calling the police myself to confess my
heinous crimes.  But I wasn't feeling or doing any of these things.  A dark
part of me, a part I hadn't even known existed, was in control.  That part
insisted that Rowan had gotten what she deserved for making my life a
living hell after the only woman I had ever truly loved passed on without
me.  That dark part of me also made me consider the convulsions I had felt
in her little pussy when I had emptied myself inside her.  Had she actually
orgasmed while I was raping her, or had it been simply her last desperate
attempt to force me out of her?  I have no idea how long I sat there
waiting for the guilt and revulsion to rise, but it never did.
   When I awoke the next morning, I still felt no remorse.  I took a quick
shower and knocked on Rowan's door on my way to the kitchen, telling her to
get up, get showered and come down for breakfast.  She made no response,
but twenty minutes later she walked into the kitchen wearing a thick robe
with her hair wrapped up in a towel.  We ate in silence with her refusing
to even meet my eyes.  When the meal was complete, she quickly collected
and washed the dishes before heading back to her room.
   It was a Saturday so Rowan didn't have school, but I didn't see her at
all for the entire day.  At dinner time, I again knocked on her door and
told her to come eat.  A few minutes later, still dressed in her robe, she
seated herself at the table and accepted the plate I handed to her.  Her
demeanor was markedly different than it had been that morning.  Throughout
the meal she stared at me challengingly.
   When we were through eating, she stood and headed back towards her room.
I immediately asked, "Rowan, aren't you forgetting something?" She spun on
her heel and flipped me off.  I sighed and said, "This is your last
warning. I do not ask much of you.  Please do the dishes now, or you will
be punished again." She responded by resuming walking toward her room.
   When I went to grab her shoulder, she swung her fist at me and I
suddenly had to defend myself against a flurry of blows.  Despite her
resistance, in short order I had subdued her and was dragging her, kicking
and screaming, toward the couch.  As I had the day before, I sat on the
couch and pulled her face down over my lap.  When I folded the bottom of
her robe up to expose her ass, I discovered that she wasn't wearing
panties; her plump, slightly bruised little ass was fully on display.  I
immediately started spanking her soundly.
   Although she made little "huff" noises each time my palm struck her ass,
she did not curse me or struggle as she had the day before.  After 10 or so
spanks, I began to detect another difference.  At first, I thought the
sweet smell surely had to be in my imagination.  However, after a few more
slaps on her ass, it became unmistakable: Rowan was aroused!  To be
certain, I moved her around on my lap a little until her legs parted
slightly.  Sure enough, her pink little pussy was swollen and glistening.
My cock, already hard from administering the spanking, became painfully
erect, pushing up into her firm stomach.
   I could only deliver a few more well placed slaps to her ass and upper
thighs before lust overcame me.  As I had the day before, I stood us both
up and then bent her over the arm of the couch.  Rowan didn't even offer a
token protest.  As I slid myself into her very wet little pussy from
behind, she let out a tremulous moan.  For the next ten minutes, I stroked
in and out of her exquisite tightness.  At least twice during that short
period, I felt her pussy convulse around me as she moaned and humped her
hips.  Although I was enjoying myself immensely, that dark part of me
reared its ugly head again and demanded more.  I pulled my cock from her
and began to rub it up and down her privates from her puckered asshole to
her clit.  As she squirmed and shuddered before me, I said, "This is
supposed to be punishment, Rowan.  I think you're enjoying it entirely too
much.  I'll be right back.  Don't move.  If you do, I'll spank you until
you can't walk." With that, I went to the bathroom and retrieved an old
tube of KY, left over from happier days.
   When I returned, she was still in the same position; her pert bottom
thrust in the air, slightly swaying from side to side, her head pressed
into the couch cushions with her face toward me.  When she saw what I had
in my hand, her eyes widened in trepidation and she began to stammer,
"What..what are you going...?" I ended her inquiry with a sharp slap to her
ass and a softly spoken, "Shush!"
   I resumed my position behind her and again slid my cock deep within her
tight, wet cunt.  I fucked her slowly and steadily as she let out deep
guttural groans of pleasure.  As I was fucking her, I squeezed a dollop of
KY onto the tiny pink pucker of her anus.  As the cold gel touched her
sensitive spot, she reared up while inhaling sharply.  With one hand, I
pressed her upper body firmly back down onto the couch cushions.  With the
index finger of the other hand, I began to rub the KY around and into her
cute little asshole.
   Shortly, I managed to work my finger in up to the first knuckle.  Her
ass was unbelievably tight.  The ring of muscle gripped my finger like a
little tourniquet, threatening to cut off the blood supply to the offending
digit.  As I worked my finger deeper into her ass and sawed my cock in and
out of her wet little pussy, she began emitting a continuous high pitched
keening whimper.  I could see every muscle in her body trembling in
anticipation of the violation to come.
   When my finger reached its fullest possible penetration, I again felt
her pussy convulse and shudder around my cock as her bottom gyrated wildly.
As before, I was uncertain if this was an attempt to expel the rude
intruders or an orgasm.  Quite frankly, I didn't care.  For the next few
minutes, I reveled in the violation of both of her nether holes, my finger
stroking in and out of her ass, while I fucked her pussy slowly but
steadily with my cock.
   Suddenly, I knew it was time.  Without preamble I withdrew from her body
completely and placed the head of my cock at the pucker of her anus. 
Briefly, I considered applying more KY to my cock, but it was literally
dripping with her juices, refuting the need for any additional lubrication.
As I began to apply pressure, I saw her body tense and heard a tremulous
whisper, "No.  Please don't, Daddy." It was the first time she had called
me "daddy" in years.  I silenced her with a sharp slap to her ass and
continued to press forward.
   For a moment, I didn't think that my cock was going to fit in her tight
little ass.  My cock, while hardly huge, was a good bit larger than my
finger.  I kept increasing the pressure, though, and eventually the spongy
head of my dick breached her delicate flesh.  I stopped with just the head
inside her, enjoying the feeling of the tiny ring of muscle spasming around
my shaft.  Looking up, I noticed her shoulders were shaking as she
violently sobbed.  Her arms were stretched out before her and she had a
death grip on the couch cushion.
   I gradually worked my way deeper and deeper into her reluctantly
yielding flesh.  With each thrust, I would withdraw slightly before
pressing myself ever further forward.  Her poor, violated sphincter
continued to spasm around my shaft, sending chills up and down my spine. 
Eventually, I came to rest with my balls laying against the warm wetness of
her vaginal passage.  Looking down, I thrilled to the sight of her little
asshole stretched obscenely around the thick shaft of my cock.  I kept
absolutely still for a moment, reveling at the feeling of being fully
ensconced in her rear orifice.  Then again, perhaps it was merely the
thought of butt fucking this problem child that excited me so thoroughly.
   After a few minutes, I began to slide my dick slowly back and forth in
her tight hole.  At first, I only withdrew about an inch before pushing
myself back into her to the hilt.  Gradually, I increased the length of my
thrusts until the bulbous head of my cock would cause her anus to pucker
slightly outward on each withdrawal before I reversed direction and
penetrated her fully.  As the length of my thrusts increased, so did the
speed at which I raped her defenseless asshole.  Soon, I was furiously
fucking her ass, gripping her hips tightly with both hands.  With each
penetration, she let loose a high pitched, quavering cry.
   All too soon, I felt the cum begin to rise in my balls and I buried
myself fully in her ass, my hips twitching erratically as I coated her
bowels with my jism.  Desperately I clutched at the soft flesh of her hips
in an effort to stay upright as the intense sensations turned my knees to
water.  Despite the intense orgasm, my cock didn't soften in the slightest.
The tight sphincter wrapped around the base of my cock served as a natural
cock ring, preventing the blood from draining from my tumescent member.
   Once I had recovered, I made a few final strokes before withdrawing my
cum and shit stained dick from her swollen, red and ravaged asshole. 
Gently, I pulled her upright and turned her tear streaked face to mine,
saying "Rowan, go to your room now.  You may come out when you're ready to
treat me with a modicum of civility and respect." The irony of telling the
poor girl to treat me with respect and civility after I had just brutally
sodomized her was not lost on me.  I watched her limp gingerly to her room
before heading to the bathroom to clean myself off.
   A few hours later, while I was sitting in a recliner watching the most
recent incarnation of the Survivor series and marveling at how bankrupt for
ideas the entertainment industry must be, I was startled by a slight noise
behind me.  Turning in my chair, I saw Rowan standing with eyes downcast,
shuffling her feet, uncertainty etched upon her every feature.  As I looked
on, she visibly came to a decision and walked quickly to the front of my
chair and seated herself in my lap.
   For a moment I could do nothing but sit stiffly in place, absolutely
stunned by her unexpected actions.  Hesitantly I raised my arms and folded
them around her.  In response, she laid her head on my chest and began to
cry with deep, wracking sobs.  Not knowing how to react to this, I merely
held her close and rubbed her back until she cried herself out.  Afterwards
we sat in silence, with the exception of an occasional sniffle, for an
indeterminable amount of time.
   The following morning, I went through my habitual routine of doing some
light house cleaning before showering and making breakfast.  When I called
for Rowan to come eat, she appeared promptly and, during the course of the
meal, actually talked to me for the first time in recent memory.  She told
me about school and which teachers and classes she liked and which she
didn't.  She regaled me with tales of the antics of her young friends and
confided her fears concerning an upcoming math test.  I was so confused by
her demeanor that I could barely hold up my part of the conversation.
   After breakfast, she did the dishes without complaint and then, without
any prompting, assisted me in doing some housework that I had been
neglecting for a few days.  As we worked, I kept shooting glances in her
direction to confirm that I wasn't delusional.  I couldn't figure out if
this was a dream or if she was trying to lull me into a false sense of
complacency before sticking a knife into my chest.  Eventually, I just
shrugged my shoulders and decided to roll with it.
   Once we had finished cleaning the house, I had her bring her math book
down to the living room and helped her prepare for her upcoming test. 
Throughout this exercise she continued to act like a normal young woman,
laughing and giggling while bitching about her math teacher.  After we
decided that she was as ready for the test as she could be, she asked me to
go for a bike ride with her.  I accepted and we spent the remainder of the
afternoon pedaling sedately around town.
   When we got back home, I started making dinner while she took a shower
to wash off the sweat from our bike ride.  Throughout dinner, we chatted
companionably and it was, by far, the most pleasant meal we had had since
Sherry passed.  When we had finished eating, I noticed that she was staring
at me with a strange little smile touching her lips.  "No", she said. 
Seeing the confused look on my face, she elaborated, "No, I'm not doing the
dishes." Not for the first time that day, I was dumbstruck.  I reached deep
down into my repertoire of wit and came out with, "Huh?".  She laughed at
my blatant obtuseness and explained simply, "I guess you're just going to
have to punish me."
   Dazed and confused, not knowing what else to do, I stood and saw her
doing the same.  I stared dumbly at my feet for a moment and when I looked
up she was standing directly in front of me.  Like a rabbit frozen in the
headlights, I watched as her face approached mine.  When mere inches
separated us, she paused hesitantly for a few seconds before lunging
forward to close the gap between us, mashing her lips into mine.  The kiss
finally broke my paralysis and I reached out to embrace her, pulling her
body into mine.  I could feel her hard nipples boring into my chest through
the material of our shirts.  Tentatively, I flicked my tongue over her lips
and moaned in delight and surprise when her tongue came out to meet mine.
   For at least ten minutes we clung to each other there in the kitchen,
our tongues dueling furiously.  Finally, we broke the kiss and she gazed
intently into my eyes for a moment and whispered, "Punish me, Daddy." In
response, I took her hand and led her toward my bedroom.  At the side of
the bed, I pulled her to me and resumed our interrupted kiss.  Gently, I
eased her down to the bed until we were laying side by side We then necked
like teenagers, which, in all fairness, she actually was.  I slowly moved
my hand beneath her shirt and caressed her smooth, soft flank.  Eventually,
I found my way to her youthful little breasts, and found that they were
soft yet firm, just as I had imagined they would be.  As I teased her
nipple with my fingers, she moaned into my mouth and thrust her tit more
firmly into my hand.
   I moved my hands down to the hem of her shirt and she sat up slightly to
facilitate its removal.  For a moment I could do nothing but stare in awe
at her chest.  Her tits were beautiful mounds of creamy flesh, barely the
size of teacups.  They were capped with large puffy nipples that were such
a light pink in color they almost blended into the soft, pale skin that
surrounded them.  It occurred to me that, even though I had fucked both her
ass and her pussy, this was the first time I had seen her breasts.  I was
overcome with the desire to take them into my mouth.  I didn't even try to
resist the temptation, but instead began teasing one with the tip of my
tongue before taking the entire nipple into my mouth and gently sucking
upon it.  She clutched me to her chest and began to gently kiss the top of
my head as I suckled at her breasts like a starving babe.
   I moved back and forth between her firm, young tits, trying to give each
an equal amount of attention.  Finally, I reached down and unbuttoned her
jeans.  Again she helped me by lifting her hips, allowing me to slide her
jeans down her legs and onto the floor.  I slowly kissed my way down the
smooth flat expanse of her stomach, stopping for a moment to tease her
navel with my tongue while she shivered in delight.
   When I reached the top of her panties, I kissed and tongued my way
around the edge, nibbling on her sensitive inner thighs while gently
rubbing the tip of my nose up and down the damp soft cotton that covered
her slit.  She had fully reclined and was moaning and panting as her
stomach undulated sensuously.  When I could take it no longer, I pulled the
gusset of her panties to the side and gazed upon the perfection of her
sweet young pussy.  This was the first time I had seen it up close and it
was beautiful.  The swollen lips were a light coral in color and spread
open like a flower around her entrance, glistening with her sweet smelling
nectar.  At the top, the tiny nubbin of her clitoris barely peaked out of
its hood.
   Leaning forward, I flattened my tongue and ran it gently up the length
of her slit.  Her juices tasted every bit as sweet as they smelled.  I
alternated licking carefully around the hood of clit, stimulating it
without touching it directly, with driving my tongue deep into her hole,
lapping up her juices.  Throughout this, she ran her fingers through my
hair while cooing softly, several times letting out shuddering cries as her
legs clamped around my head.
   Finally, I couldn't take anymore.  Standing, I grasped the edge of her
panties and pulled them down and off of her legs.  Looking up, I saw her
gazing at me through eyes half closed and glazed over in lust.  "Come
here", she commanded, grasping my wrists and pulling me forward to ensure
that I complied with her directive.  When we were again face to face, she
hesitantly lifted her lips to mine and I felt her tongue flick over my
upper lip.  "Mmmm, now I know why you liked doing that so much", she
sighed, before proceeding to lick every trace of her juices from my face.
Once she was satisfied with the cleanliness of my face, she pulled me down
into a deep kiss.
   As we kissed, I worked my hips until my painfully erect cock was poised
at her entrance.  "Oh yes, fuck me daddy!", she moaned into my mouth.  I
pushed forward and again slid into the tight moist recesses of her barely
teenaged pussy.  My plan had been to take it slow and gentle, but she had
other ideas.  As soon as my tip had passed her inner lips, she hunched her
hips upwards, taking me in to the hilt.  She then wrapped her legs around
my waist, holding me inside her.  After a few moments pause to let her get
used to being filled up so completely, I began slowly sliding the full
length of my cock in and out of her tiny pussy, her hips rising to meet me
on each forward thrust.  I lasted for all of ten minutes before again
filling her with my seed.  As I ejaculated, I felt her vaginal walls ripple
in orgasm around my shaft.
   Shortly, I raised myself off of her supine form and laid down beside her
pulling her into a tight embrace which she fervently returned.  We laid
there talking long into the night and I learned that the death of her
mother had left her feeling completely alone, as she had no other blood
relatives.  She had assumed that I would eventually cast her off as I
wasn't really her father.  It was because of this feeling, which she had
never confided to me or any of the grief counselors we had gone to, that
she had tried to distance herself from me; so it wouldn't hurt so much when
I did, eventually, send her to an orphanage.  I assured her that I loved
her every bit as much as I would if she were my own and that I had never
had any intent to send her to an orphanage, even if such places did still
exist.  It never really did become clear how my raping her had changed
these feelings and I never had the courage to raise the issue, but from
that day forward we were again a loving, nurturing family, albeit with a
non-traditional twist.
   
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