(Mf, pedo, inc) 
This is an adult oriented fantasy.  It contains explicit sexual 
content.  If you are under the legal age in your country for 
exposure to such content then this story is not for you.  Quit 
reading and look elsewhere.  If you are easily offended by sex, 
incest, or pedophilia you can move on to a different story.

To those of you who are too young, I'm sorry but they are the laws 
of your country and you have an obligation to abide by them.

To those that are easily offended, I'm not sorry, you make your 
choices, I'll make mine.

I want to take a little space to stand on my soapbox.  I have been a 
lurker on various marginal newsgroups for sometime.  I have seen 
a lot of varying forms of "perversion".  Some interest me, some do 
not.  Which do and which don't are strictly my private business.  I 
will be releasing stories relating to the varying forms of 
"perversion" that I have found on the net.  In story form, while 
providing entertainment to those that enjoy such things, I hope to 
explore the real and human side of the "pervert". 

 What is "perversion" anyway?  Recent studies indicate that fully 
60% of the human race is genetically bi-sexual, with cultural and 
psychological factors suppressing either homo or hetero impulse.  
The remaining 40% are genetically oriented one way or the other.  
The theory of "unnaturalness" does not really hold up as many 
animals (creatures of nature like you and me) regularly commit 
homosexual and incestuous acts.  Submission and domination in 
all forms is found as part of the sex drive of every living thing.  
Masturbation is universal.  Pedophilia has a long history not only 
in the animal kingdom but also as the province of great men and 
thinkers the world over.  (Da Vinci, Aristotle, Alexander The 
Great, Julius Caesar, Greek, Roman, Japanese, Chinese, Arabic, 
and Indian cultures).  Child marriages (9-13) used to be common 
everywhere, and are still common in some parts of the world.  
Incest itself is found to have a deleterious effect only if the 
participants are carriers for genetic disease.  Urination and 
defecation have long been territorial in nature, a way of accenting 
one's claim so to speak.  Bestiality is also not uncommon and can 
be found on most farms and in rural areas.  There is no indication 
that bestiality in any way seriously harms its participants human 
or animal.  There is a chance of disease, but that exists in all 
human sexual relations as well.  Necrophilia is the one area where 
there is no real precedent, but if viewed in the light of an extreme 
form of domination it begins to make some sense.  Obviously, 
necrophiliacs that commit murder are a hazard to society and 
must be stopped, but otherwise who are they hurting?  Certainly 
not the corpse.  

Regardless of fetish or "perversion" there is almost always a taboo 
against it.  Christianity and the Christian church has for centuries 
attained power by declaring desirable things (sex, money, power, 
and for a long time, until they could no longer get away with it 
KNOWLEDGE ;)) to be sinful and then levying great punishment 
against the "sinners" (everyone).  As a result our Western 
European culture has grown up hypocritical in nature.  Everyone 
"sins" and everyone stones the "sinners".  Surely THIS is just a 
little bit sick : (   

If alt.binaries.* and alt.sex.* are any indication there are a whole 
heck of a lot of "perverted sinners" out there.  Way more than 
anyone thinks.  When you consider how few people in the world 
are on the net and the rate at which it is growing it is quite likely 
that in spite of the NAZI tactics of certain POLICE STATES (you 
may think this an exaggeration - read your history books and see 
how close we are, ((and where we've already crossed the line, 
Clipper chip anyone?, Human Genome Project (WHY don't we 
know more about it?)))), that the postings of marginal and illegal 
material will increase not decrease.  The more oppression, the 
better the underground.  You would think that government would 
twig to this well known social fact and legalize these "vices" so as 
to tax them more efficiently (remember they tax illegal drug gains 
already).  Sin taxes have always been a more effective form of 
government income than income tax.  This country REVOLTED 
200 years ago for less.  

Unfortunately, governments are based on the "survival of the most 
mediocre", therefore since to have a good idea (not original, sin 
tax is an old idea) is sudden death for one's government career, 
absolutely nothing has been done.  These existing laws do not in 
any real sense support our native human freedoms, the spirit or 
letter of our Constitutional rights, and trample all over the 
"pursuit of happiness" statement in the Declaration of 
Independence.

There is something that can be done : )  

I propose that each special interest "perversion" group form a 
public headquarters from which information can be disseminated 
and petitions made.  

Members of these groups should be allowed to join for free and 
encouraged to donate.  

All those who are concerned about public opinion and/or 
civil/criminal harassment should have their identities protected in 
an encrypted file that requires multiple keys and people to open.  

The numbers alone should make a telling point with the vote 
driven leeches that sit in office.  : )

All of the groups should band together to vote on each others' 
issues.  

They should join with the rest of Internet community to march on 
the UN and the capitals of their respective nations to demand 
government and international deregulation of Internet and the 
creation of a private committee made up of Net industry leaders to 
regulate it as needed.

I decided to write about incest of the most common and taboo sort 
(father-daughter) and to add a twist and get my hits in I added 
pedophilia.  In my opinion these two areas, incest(generic), and 
pedophilia are the most bally hooed and also most common forms 
of  "serious perversion" (incest, pedophilia, bestiality, 
necrophilia).  I will be addressing all of them however so stay 
tuned.  If  one my stories doesn't hit your favorite perversion - 
read it anyway, you might find you are multiple perversion person 
(Ha Ha, just kidding) the point is I am presenting these "deviants" 
in a sympathetic light in an effort to explain how easily we all 
"deviate" (time and again).  If you have an honest bone in your 
body, you will realize that you have things in common with each 
of them.  You may not do the things they do, but you must admit 
(at least to yourself) that you want to.

In anonymity we trust.

This story is a first effort, so go easy on me.




                        Honey's Birthday


It was the end of summer.  Soon, the leaves would begin to turn 
the color of the setting sun, and people would be indoors at night, 
sheltered from the brisk winds of late August.  One evening, 
Randall Thomas was driving home from work.  He could see the 
people in his suburb closing their doors and going inside for the 
night.  Randall didn't know his neighbors, he had moved into this 
suburb three weeks ago.

He was late.  Today was his daughter Emily's eighth birthday and 
he had promised to be home in time to have a party.  It would be a 
small party, just the two of them.  Emily's mother, Victoria, had 
left them shortly after she was born.  She hadn't wanted a child, 
she hadn't really wanted Randall.  It had been one of those 
holiday affairs that had sprung up over Christmas and died by 
New Year's Eve.  He had been unprepared for the phone call from 
her three and a half months later, telling him that she was 
pregnant.

Oh well.  It had been for the best.  Without Victoria, there would 
have been no Emily, and that thought was intolerable.  Randall 
was a quiet man, and not particularly outgoing.  He never fully 
faced it, but he knew that without his daughter his life would be 
gray and dull.  Pulling in to his driveway, he parked and turned 
off the engine.  He got the birthday cake from the back seat and 
went inside.

"Emily," he called as he closed the door behind him, "I'm home."

"Daddy!"

There was a cry from the top of the stairs in the hall, and Emily 
came running down them.  She jumped the last three steps and 
launched herself at him, hugging him tight around the waist, she 
buried her face in his abdomen.  Taken by surprise, it was all he 
could do to stay on his feet and not drop the cake.

"Whoa! Hey, hey now.Honey, what is it?"

"Oh daddy!"  Muffled sobs.  She buried her face deeper into his 
gut.
It would have been a stronger man than Randall to remain 
immune to the tragedy unfolding in his mid-section.  Carefully 
putting the cake on a side table, he squatted down in front of the 
only person that had ever really meant anything to him in his 
entire life.  "Honey," he said, "tell daddy what's wrong."

Emily's eyes were normally the most beautiful shade of blue, but 
as she raised her head to look at him he could see that she had 
been crying long enough for them to turn red.  She said, "Daddy, I 
hate everybody!"
"What?  Why?  Honey tell me what's wrong."

She sniffed.  "Nobody at school likes me."

Randall was nonplused.  He was hardly Mr. Popularity, but that 
was from being basically quiet and unobtrusive.  Although healthy 
and in good physical condition, his was a face that was easily 
forgettable.  He often wondered what had induced Emily's mother 
to sleep with him.

Giving advice on how to win friends and influence people, was 
hardly his forte, but he felt that he owed it to his daughter to give 
it a try.  He sighed and sat down on the floor, drawing his 
daughter into his lap.  "Honey, " he said.  "I know that you're new 
at school and that you don't know anyone there, but you'll make 
friends with the kids there, they just have to get used to you, that's 
all."

She looked up at him suspiciously, "Really?"

"Really."

"But it's been three weeks!!"

"I know honey, but it takes time.  If you want to have good 
friendships you have to be patient."

".Okay.  Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Who's are your friends?"

This was a curve ball.  He did not feel up to being a role model for 
social interaction.  He thought swiftly and bought himself some 
time.  "Who are your friends.  Not who's are.  Who are."

"Who are your friends, Daddy?"

Got it.  "Why, you are honey, you're my best friend in the whole 
world."

"Really?"

"Yes."

She grinned at him, obviously pleased.  "Your best friend in the 
world?"

"Yes, honey.  Best in the whole world."

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too.  Now., how about some cake?"

"Yay!  Can we have it right now?"

"You should have dinner first. But seeing how late it is, why 
not."

She jumped up, troubles forgotten, and ran to the kitchen.  They 
had cake.  As he watched her, Randall realized that what he had 
said was nothing more than the literal truth.  She was his best 
friend in the world.  In many ways, she was his only friend.  
There were the guys at the office, but they didn't really understand 
him.  Not really.  Her mother certainly was no friend of his, and 
he had found that other women had not interested him for a long 
time.  Sure he was attracted to several, but never motivated to 
pursue it.  He had what he called the "Emily test".  He would 
close his eyes and try to picture Emily calling this one or that one 
"Mom".  So far, she hadn't.

He looked at his watch.  "Emily,"

"Yes, daddy?"

"It's time for your bath."

"Daaaddy, not yet!"

"Afraid so, honey."

She looked at him, the picture of stubborn defiance.  He weathered 
the storm of her eyes, as unrelenting as a rock.  She gave in.  
Reminding him that it was her birthday and she expected a story 
after her bath, she marched off.  Her back was stiff and her head 
high, so as to inform any casual onlooker that she hadn't given in, 
but instead was humoring her poor father who was obviously too 
old to know any better.  

He chuckled to himself, taking care to do it after she left, leaned 
back In the kitchen chair and began to read the paper.  After a 
while, he realized that he didn't hear the water running.  He got 
up and went to the stairs.  "Emily!  Honey, are you taking your 
bath?"

No answer.  Frowning, and promising dire threats under his 
breath he went upstairs.  The truth was that Randall could deny 
his daughter almost nothing, and she knew it.  She was just a little 
bit spoiled.  The bathroom door was closed.  He knocked on it.  
"Emily?  Are you in there?"

For a moment there was silence, and Randall wondered if she was 
okay or if he should go in, when she spoke.  "Daddy."

"Yes, honey?"

"I'm out of toilet paper"

Randall couldn't help it, it struck him funny.  He grinned and 
held in his laughter.  She sounded embarrassed.  Relief coloured 
his voice as he realized that she was both okay and not 
disobedient.  "I'll get you some, okay?"

"Okay."  

He went to the hall closet and got a roll, and went back.  He spoke 
through
 the door again, "Honey, I've got you some toilet paper, I have to 
come in to give it to you, okay?"  

There was silence.  He grinned again and then ordered his face.  
After all, he had given her her bath until a couple of years ago.  
There wasn't anything there that he hadn't seen before, or cleaned 
crap off of for that matter.  He went in.

She was sitting across the bathroom, on the toilet, facing the door.  
Her pants were down around her ankles and her shirt was hiked 
up to her chest.  And, for a split second, Randall stopped and 
looked at her.  It had been a couple of years since he had seen her 
naked.  What had been familiar and therefore unremarkable now 
held his interest in a way it never had before.  It came to him that 
it had been a long time (eight years) since he had been with a 
woman.  For the first time, he regretted it.  Suddenly, he realized 
that his daughter's hairless little pussy looked inviting as she sat 
on toilet with her legs spread slightly.  Her pussy lips pouted at 
him.  

It all flashed through his mind in no time at all, and smoothly, so 
quickly and casually that she didn't notice where he had looked 
before, he looked at her face.  Unsurprisingly, she was blushing.  
Her face was turning red and she looked uncomfortable.  Without 
thinking, he spoke to reassure her, "Honey, it's okay.  Don't be 
embarrassed.  I'm your dad, I used to change your diapers.  It's 
not like it's a big deal."

This was obviously a different way of looking at things for her.  
The blush receded.  She realized that she had been silly, and 
grinned.  She said, "Okay.  I'm sorry, daddy.  It's just that it's 
been awhile since you used to give me a bath.  I'm not used to 
being seen naked anymore."

Randall said, "Well, I hope not.  Here you go honey, here's your 
toilet paper." 

He handed her the roll.  As he did so, he couldn't help looking 
down at her, past her outstretched hand to her little open cunt.  He 
turned to go.  

"Daddy?"

Randall stopped, checked in mid-step.  "What, honey?"

"Would you give me my bath tonight?  Please?"

He turned back to her, her pussy.  He said, "I don't know if that's 
such a good idea, you're big enough to clean yourself."  

She had already begun to wipe her bottom with the toilet paper.  
She gave him a look that almost always got her what she wanted, 
and said "C'mon daddy, please?"

He sighed, "Why?"

"Because, it would be like it was before we moved.  I'm lonely and 
I don't want you to leave just yet.  Besides, I don't want to take 
bath.  If you don't give me one, I won't take it."

He tried to give her a stern look in return, but he couldn't do it.  
Her open pussy completely distracted him.  After all, what could it 
hurt?  He would be more likely to hurt her feelings and cause an 
uproar if he said no.  
"Okay, honey.  I'll stay."

"Goody!"  

She continued to tear off toilet paper and wipe her bottom.  He 
stopped himself from looking at her, and turned on the water in 
the bathtub.  He looked back.

Her hand tore off the toilet paper, and went behind her back.  She 
leaned forward, looking at him.  Then as she wiped herself, she 
leaned back, thrusting her smooth open pussy at him.  He could 
see her clitoris, a few drops of piss on her vulva, and the pink 
mouth of her vagina.  He was hypnotized by it, the rhythm of it.  
Forward, wipe, thrust.  He couldn't look away.

"Daddy!"

"What?"

"You're staring at me."

He mentally shook himself, and looked at her face.  "I'm sorry, 
honey.  I was thinking about something."

"About what?"

"Oh, different stuff.  You know, you're getting to be a pretty big 
girl."

She looked pleased.  "I know.  I'm one of the tallest girls in my 
class."

"Really?  That's nice."

She got a final piece of paper and wiped the piss off of her open 
pussy and got off the toilet.  She flushed it and grinned at him.  
"Help me get undressed daddy," she said.

He looked at her for a brief moment.  "No, you can do that 
yourself."

"Daddy, c'mon!"

"No."

She pouted, and quickly pulled her shirt up over her head.  Her 
little girl chest was flat, the nipples were a light pink color.  Then 
she kicked off her tennis shoes and stepped out of her shorts and 
panties.  She sat back down on the toilet and took off her socks.  
This meant that she had to raise first one leg, then the other.  Both 
times Randall watched her sweet little pussy open and close.  He 
didn't really know why he was watching his daughter's innocent 
sex show, but he knew that she would not really understand it if 
he left.  After what had obviously been a tough day of rejection at 
school, he didn't feel he could add to it.  And so he was trapped, 
tormented by the fact that the stimulation of seeing his little girl 
naked had caused him to have an erection so hard that it was 
painful, and by the fact that if he left then she would never forgive 
him.  He thought that he should go anyway, but he knew he didn't 
want to and he knew that he would stay.

She got in the tub and sat down.  She shivered involuntarily and 
gave a quick little sigh.  "Mmmh, feels good daddy.  Let me play 
first, okay?"
He just nodded.  He felt in that moment that he could deny her 
nothing.  His love for her as a father had suddenly become 
augmented a tide of lust completely foreign to him.  He loved her, 
she was his daughter.  He sat down on the toile seat and watched 
her play innocently, unaware of the feelings inside him.  She 
didn't know what lust was.  She didn't know that he had an 
erection, just looking at her.  Hell, she didn't even know what an 
erection was.  She just sat naked in the bathtub, playing with her 
bath toys.  Absorbed in her bath, for the first time she ignored 
him.  He gazed at her knowing, that he was safe, that she would 
not notice him staring at her.  She moved her toys all over the tub, 
talking to them and carrying on conversations with them.  Her 
little body flashed in water as she moved around in the bathtub, 
now sitting, now on her hands and knees, standing to get the soap, 
lying on her back to wet her hair.  He watched her.

He knew that what he felt was enough to have himself thrown in 
prison.  He knew that until an hour ago, he would have been one 
of the ones to do the throwing.  Watching his daughter, gripped 
with lust that he barely understood himself, he wondered when it 
would be that she would understand sex.  He wondered if he 
would have to teach her.  It was something he had avoided, being 
basically uncomfortable with the idea of even discussing sex with 
his daughter.  It would have been easier if she had had a mother 
who had been there.

Finally, she got tired of playing.  "Daddy, wash me."

Huh?  For a minute he sat there.  He had assumed that she would 
bathe herself, but she had decided to have him do it.  He wanted 
to, but.  To hell with it, he would bathe her, and he would just 
act as if it was perfectly normal, as if everything had been like it 
was a few years ago, when washing her had been a chore to get 
through, rather than an illicit fantasy.  "Okay."

He soaped up a washcloth and stood her up in the bath.  Getting 
down on his knees he turned her around and washed her back.  He 
started at her neck and scrubbed down her body,  over her bottom, 
and down her legs and back up again.  He avoided getting within 
even six inches of her pussy.  Turning her to face him, he washed 
her face and her front, still avoiding her genitals.  Then he rinsed 
her.  He had shampooed and rinsed her hair and was standing up 
to leave, when she stopped him.  "Daddy, wait."

"What is it?"

"You didn't wash my bottom, you always say to make sure that 
my bottom is clean."

Irresolute, he fought himself.  "Honey, you can wash your bottom 
yourself."

"But, daddy..You said that you were going to wash me."

It was too much.  If he did it and left, it would be over and he 
could go on like it had never happened.  He would never bathe her 
again, he could always make up some excuse.  "Fine, bend over"

She stood and bent over, her little bottom pointing up in the air.  
She had spread her legs just a little wider than normal.  He could 
see her anus, puckered and coloured a pinkish tan color.  Her 
pussy lips started just below it and they gaped slightly.  
Swallowing, he soaped the washcloth again and reached between 
her legs.  He started just above her clitoris and wiped the soapy 
cloth across her pussy to her anus.  He rinsed the cloth out.  He 
began to repeat his previous motion, but in his haste he had not 
covered his hand entirely with the cloth and he felt his fingertip 
brush her clitoris and run between the folds of her hairless pussy 
lips.  Hastily, he dropped the cloth and stood up.

"Daddy!"

Guilty as charged Mr. Thomas, take him away bailiff.  It'll be a 
long time before he gets out.  "Yes, honey?"

"You didn't do it right."

"What?"

"I figured out a better way to wash my bottom all by myself.  It's a 
lot more fun than the way you do it."

Weakly, he sat down on the toilet seat.  He didn't believe his ears.  
Surely she wasn't talking about..  No, she couldn't be.  But if 
not, then what was she saying?  To his amazement, he heard his 
own voice speaking in a calm manner. "Honey, how do you wash 
your bottom?"

She said, "Well, first of all, I don't use a washcloth, `cause it's too 
rough.  I just put a lot of  soap on my hands," fitting word to deed, 
"and then I wash until it feels clean."

She spread her legs and began to rub her soapy, slippery hand 
over her pussy.  She said, "I just wash it really good until it gets 
real clean."

Randall sat on the toilet in the bathroom of his house, and 
watched his daughter masturbate.  Again as if from far away, he 
heard his voice say, calmly, "How do you know when it's clean?"

"It tingles, an' it feels real good."

So saying, Emily rubbed her bald little pussy faster and faster.  
She closed her eyes and bit her lip.  Randall was frozen, as he 
watched his eight year old (that day) little girl frig herself into 
orgasm before his eyes.  As he sat there, he realized that he had 
only himself to blame.  If he had educated her about sex sooner he 
wouldn't be in this mess.  Then he wondered if he really wanted 
to be out of it.  

After she came, she slowed her hand, then stopped and opened 
her eyes.  She grinned at him, "See daddy, it's a lot better that 
way.  Next time you give me a bath, I want you to wash my 
bottom like that."

For a minute Randall didn't know what to say or do.  Finally, he 
stood and smiled at her, "Honey, daddy has to go take his shower 
now.  After you get out and get into your nightgown, come knock 
on my door.  I want to talk to you before you go to bed."

"Okay, daddy."

Randall kissed her briefly on top of her wet head and left.  He 
went to the master bedroom where he slept, and closed the door.  
Moving somewhat in a daze, he undressed and tried to order his 
thoughts.  He looked down at himself.  Still hard as a rock.  He'd 
take a leaf out of his daughter's book, and get rid of that erection 
before he saw his little girl again.  Then maybe he could think 
clearly.  He went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.  He 
got out a tube of KY jelly and laid it on the counter.  He was better 
prepared to jerk off than she was.  After all, he had been 
masturbating for the last eight years.  He put some KY jelly in his 
hands and began to stroke and pull his penis, seeking some kind 
of release from the vision of Emily's hand furiously rubbing her 
seductive little snatch.  Randall came quickly, spurting cum on the 
wall.  Cursing, he cleaned up with a washcloth and got in the 
shower.  It took him less than five minutes to wash from head to 
foot and he got out.

What to do.  Any minute there would be a knock on his bedroom 
door and the sweetest little girl in the world would be waiting to 
talk to him about sex.  He didn't even know where to begin.  
There was a knock at the door.  Quickly, he put on a bathrobe.  
"Come in."

She came in and sat on the bed next to him.  "What do you want 
to talk to me about, daddy?"

He looked at her.  She was wearing one of his oversized old t-
shirts, her "nightgown".  "Well honey, I need to talk to you about 
sex."

"What about it?"

The calm response shook him.  She acted as though they 
discussed sex every day.  He equivocated and bought time to 
recover his composure, "Well, what do you know about it?"

"Sex is how babies are made.  A boy plants a seed inside a girl 
and she gets pregnant. Then she has a baby."

He looked at her.  "Do you know how the boy plants his seed?"

"Sure. They go to the doctor."

"Well honey, that's almost right.  But they don't go to the doctor 
to plant the seed.  They do that by themselves.  They go to the 
doctor to see if the girl is pregnant."

"Oh..  So how does the boy plant his seed?"

Randall swallowed hard.  This was it.  "The boy puts his penis 
inside the girl's vagina and the seed comes out of the boy's penis 
and stays in the girl."

"Oh..  Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Where's my vagina?"

If he hadn't seen so much of it already.  Randall probably would 
have simply described it to her.  But as it was, he couldn't resist 
the opportunity to look at it one last time.  Telling himself that it 
was strictly for her benefit he said, "Take off your nightgown and 
I'll show you."

Emily pulled his old shirt over her head.  She was naked 
underneath it.  He was dimly conscious of a mounting excitement 
in the back of his mind.  (And between his legs).  "Okay honey, 
spread your legs."

She leaned back on her elbows and opened her legs as wide as she 
could.  "Like this?"

He caught his breath at the sight of her hairless little pussy opened 
up for him.  He wanted to touch it, lick it, taste it..  Hell, he 
wanted to fuck it.  "Yes honey, like that."  He paused and put his 
finger inside her just the tiniest amount.  "This is your vagina.  
When you want to have a baby, you will have to get a boy to put 
his penis in here." 

Emily watched her father.  She liked the feel of his finger in her 
vagina, and she wished that he would wash her bottom for her 
even though she had already cleaned it.  She did have one 
question though.  "What's a penis?"

He jumped slightly, and took his finger out of her vagina.  "A 
penis is what the boys use to plant the seed."

"I know that, silly daddy.  What does it look like?"

Randall got up and took off his bathrobe.  His erection throbbed.  
He lay down next to his daughter.  He said, "That's a penis.  If 
you want to touch it you can."

Emily had never seen anything that looked so big in her life.  
"That goes in the vagina?"

"Yes honey, it does.  When you're grown it will fit."

"Does sex hurt?"

"A little the first time, but soon sex feels good.  Do you remember 
the tingling feeling you got when you washed your bottom 
tonight?"

Did she!  She washed her bottom carefully every night, so that it 
would feel good.  "Uh-huh."

"That feeling is an orgasm.  When you have sex it feels like that."

This put a different light on things.  "Do boys feel like that too?"

"Yes, they do."

Encouraged by the fact that sex was probably not harmful, she got 
curious.  Reaching out and grabbing her father's penis she asked, 
"Why did I have an orgasm if I didn't have sex?"

Randall was totally beside himself now.  He said, "What you did 
in the bath is a kind of sex.  It's called masturbation.  A girl rubs 
her clitoris," touching it, "and a boy rubs his penis until he or she 
has an orgasm."

"You can do it too?"

"Yes honey, in fact," said Randall throwing caution to the winds.  
"I did it in my shower, too."

"Really?..  I want to rub your penis daddy?  I want to see if you 
feel the way I do."

Randall realized in that moment that he was doomed.  He was 
about to have sexual contact with his child and for the first time 
he knew he wanted it regardless of risk.  But..  What if Emily 
grew up and hated him later for what he had done to her?  "Emily, 
honey, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it, daddy?"

"Honey, daddys and little girls aren't supposed to have any kind of 
sex, not even masturbation.  They're not even supposed to look at 
and touch each other like we're doing now."

"But you're my daddy.  It has to be okay, you said so."

"What do you mean?"

"You said that you used to change my diapers, and that it was 
okay for you to see me naked."

Randall sighed.  "Honey listen, I want to do this with you.  I think 
it would be okay, but nobody else will.  I love you, I'm not going 
to let you do anything that would hurt you.  If  I let you rub my 
penis, you won't like me very much when you get older.  Put your 
nightgown back on, it's time for bed."

"No!. Daddy, I love you.  I want to rub your penis.  I want to 
make you feel good and have an orgasm like me."

Randall stood up and put on his robe.  "No," he said.

And that was that.

Emily put on her father's old shirt and went to bed, but Randall 
could tell that she was very unhappy about it.  He sighed, and 
cursed himself silently for being so weak.  If he had only had the 
resolve to say no in the beginning..  Oh, well.  It couldn't be 
helped; what was done was done.  He turned out his light and got 
in bed.  

Laying in bed, as he drifted off to sleep, Randall realized that the 
thing that had thrown him off balance was the sudden 
inexplicable attraction he had felt for his little girl.  It had kept 
him from making the decisions he knew that he should make.  
Even now, his firm resolve had done him little good.  His mind 
returned again and again to the sight of his daughter naked in the 
tub, his finger in her creamy smooth slit, the beads of piss on her 
vulva..  It was more than he could bear.  Groaning, he tried 
desperately to sleep.

Emily lay in bed wide awake.  She was a confused little girl.  She 
loved her daddy very much, and she knew that he loved her.  She 
didn't really understand why the way she washed her bottom was 
wrong but she was afraid that it was.  If it upset DADDY and 
made him uncomfortable then there had to be something wrong 
with it.  The problem was, daddy had wanted her to rub his penis 
too, she knew he did.  So, why couldn't she?  Emily thought hard.  
It must be that daddy thought she would change her mind or not 
like it later on.  "Okay," she thought.  "I won't change my mind.  
Even if I don't like it as much as I think I would, I'll still do it."  

She decided to tell her father in the morning, and rolled over to go 
to  sleep.  Five minutes later, she was still awake.  Emily sat up in 
bed.  It had been a long time since she had slept with her daddy, 
but tonight she really wanted to.  She wanted him to know that 
everything was okay, even more she wanted to reassure herself 
too.  Getting out of bed, she walked across the hall to her father's 
room.  Silently pushing open the door, she went in.
Randall had just fallen asleep a few minutes before Emily entered 
his room.  He was breathing deeply and Emily didn't want to 
wake him.  Carefully, she got into the bed next to him.


Randall was dreaming.  He held his daughter in tub and washed 
her bottom.  Back and forth his fingers went, from the little button 
of her clitoris to the puckered mouth of her anus.  As he frigged 
her little pussy his fingers would slip inside her vagina, first one 
then another.  Randall opened his eyes.  It was dark and he was in 
bed not in the bathroom, but there was no question that he was 
masturbating Emily.  His old shirt had hiked up to her armpits, 
and she thrusting and pushing her moist little pussy onto his 
fingers.  Randall wondered briefly if he should stop, and paused to 
collect his wits.

"Daddy, no!  Don't stop!"

To hell with it.  "Honey, take your nightgown off."

Emily removed her "nightgown", and in the moonlight from the 
window, he could see her smile.  Without another word, Randall 
rolled her onto her back and spread her legs.  He bent his head 
and took her little clitoris between his lips and tongue and sucked 
it.  Briefly, he let his tongue dart in to taste her.  Emily had never 
felt anything like this before.  Her daddy was kissing her vagina 
and it FELT GOOD.  She moaned and thrust her little bottom at 
him.  "Oh, daddy.Daddy I love you.Ohhh!"

Randall had thrust his tongue deep into her vagina, now he 
withdrew it and continued licking down towards her anus.  
Lightly he flicked with his tongue, tickling it and making her 
laugh.  It was clean, he had washed it himself and it tasted of a 
musty, nutty flavor.  He licked it thoroughly and moved back up to 
her tight pussy.  Randall set himself to the task of making his 
daughter come in earnest.  He sucked her clitoris and thrust his 
tongue deep inside her.  She moaned and kicked her legs in 
excitement.  Finally, Randall felt her come.  Her little body 
tightened up and every muscle went taut in her thighs.  
"Ohhhh!..Aahhhh!...Unhh Daddy..Daddy!!"

Finally she was quiet, her energy spent.  Randall moved up beside 
his daughter and gathered her into his arms.  It was a quiet night, 
a full moon.  Randall held his little girl in silence for what seemed 
like a very long time.  He felt her move against him and looked 
down at her.  She stared back up at him.  When she spoke she 
sounded almost adult.  "Daddy, don't worry.  I liked it a lot and I 
love you.  I'm not mad at you."

Randall had long ago given up being surprised.  This night would 
change their lives forever, he knew.  At this point he had nothing 
to lose.  "Honey," he said.

"Yes, daddy?"

"I want you to do that for me now, okay?"

"Okay, daddy."

Randall guided his daughter's mouth to his erect penis and 
explained what she was supposed to do.  

Emily had never tried to put anything that big in her mouth 
before.  It was, she decided, a lot like eating a hot dog in a bun.  A 
giggle escaped the corner of her mouth, past her daddy's big 
penis.  She began to suck it.  At first, she was awkward, and she 
had to stop herself from gagging as she tried to swallow her 
father's dick.  Soon, she began move her head and mouth 
smoothly, sucking and slurping until Randall wanted to scream in 
ecstasy.  He put his hand on her blond hair and stroked her cheek 
as she gave him the best blow job of his life.  While she sucked his 
dick, Emily used her hands to alternately stroke his testicles and 
masturbate.

All of a sudden Emily's father became stiff and her mouth was 
filled with a salty liquid.  He hadn't told her that it would happen, 
but she figured that it was his "seed".  Since the only alternative 
would have been to stop sucking and she had already decided not 
to, she swallowed it.

After a minute, Randall moved. "Emily, honey, you can stop 
now."

She took his penis out of her mouth and watched as it shrank to a 
flaccid shadow of it's former size.  She laughed, "It's little!"

"Yes honey, it does that after I come."

"Did I make you come, daddy?"

"Yes honey, you did."

She jumped on top of him and looked him in the face.  She asked 
him, "Do you love me, daddy?" 

"Honey, I love you more than life itself."

"Good!"

She kissed him on the lips, a quick little girl smack, mouth closed.  
Randall took her face between his hands and kissed her back, 
opening her mouth with his tongue.  She had never been kissed 
like that, and he took her by surprise for a moment.  Then her 
mouth opened to his, and her little tongue flicked against his.  He 
could taste his cum on her lips, and in her breath.  Randall 
discovered that he was getting hard again.
He took a deep breath.  He knew that there was no going back.  He 
found that he no longer wanted to.  In fact he felt positively 
greedy, he wanted to possess his daughter totally before this wild 
night ran it's course.  "Honey?"

"Yes, daddy?"

"Honey, I want to have sex with you.  Do you remember what I 
told you about boys and girls having sex?"

"Buut, daddy.  Your penis is too big!"

"I know it's big, honey, but your vagina will stretch to make it fit.  
Besides, I have some stuff in my bathroom that will make it 
slippery."

"Okay daddy, but if it hurts you have to take it out."

Randall got up and went to get the KY jelly.  His heart was 
pounding, his excitement was so intense that he could barely keep 
control of himself.  He came back the bed.  Laying down on it, he 
rubbed KY jelly on his penis and Emily's tight little pussy.  He 
squirted some inside her for good measure.  "Okay honey, now 
I'm going to lay here.  Put your vagina on top of my penis.  Good.  
Now, sit down on it.Slowly.  Come on honey, just a little more."

"I can't daddy, it hurts!"

Randall looked his daughter in the eye.  He shifted back slightly 
so that he was propped up by the pillows on the bed.  His daughter 
was straddling him, the tip of his penis barely inside her.  She was 
struggling not to cry.  "Okay honey, it's okay.  You're doing very 
good.  Now, daddy's going to hold you up, okay?  Just relax.  
We'll get it in, it's just going to take a little while."

He held her at the hips and began to rock her back and forth and 
from side to side.  Slowly, his penis began to slip inside her.  She 
was so light!  "How does it feel, honey?"

She bit her lip.  "It hurts."  Bravely.  "But it's not as bad."

"Good girl."

The head of Randall's penis had disappeared all of the way into 
her.  Randall sat up further and leaned forward.  He wrapped her 
legs around him.  He held her in his arms and continued to rock 
her further down on his penis.  She tucked her face into his bare 
chest and he felt the quiet tears of pain begin to run down his 
skin.  For a minute he felt profoundly guilty.  And then he 
realized something, although it hurt her and she was crying, she 
was not complaining.  She seemed to want it as much and maybe 
(if such a thing were possible) even more than he did.  So he held 
his daughter, and rocked her, and kissed her tear-stained face 
gently as she lost her virginity.  Finally, he was buried in her 
completely.  Her little pussy had been stretched tremendously by 
his penis.  He knew that she would not have the knowledge or the 
strength to finish it, so he carefully lifted and turned her laying 
her on her back with himself on top.  He did this without 
disengaging, and then he pulled out just slightly and pushed back 
in.

Emily began to cry in a low sobbing tone.  She seemed to have 
used up most of her tears, and was relatively dry-eyed, though the 
tracks of them still stained her cheeks.  Randall noticed that sky 
outside had begun lighten, dawn was coming.  He pulled halfway 
out and slowly pushed back in.  Emily screamed, and Randall 
stopped abruptly.  "Honey!  Are you all right?"

"I'm sorry, daddy.  It hurts too much."

"I'll stop."

"No!!  Don't stop, daddy.  I want you to come in me.  I'll be okay, 
really.  I know you don't want to hurt me."

"But, honey you said I should take it out if it hurt too much."

"I know daddy, but it already hurts to much.  Just be careful."

Randall was overwhelmed by the love he felt for his daughter.  He 
realized that there was no one who was more important to him in 
the world, and that there never would be.  As long as Emily 
needed him, he would be there for her.  He began to move in and 
out of her at a more normal pace.  It hurt her terribly, he could 
tell.  But she had only screamed twice more, when Randall knew 
that he was about to come.  

He came in a rush.  The hot semen spilled out him as if an 
internal dam had burst.  He kept moving through his orgasm and 
finally stopped.  Still he did not pull out of his daughter.  He lay 
on his side facing her, his penis still inserted to its fullest extent.  
Gradually it began to shrink, and he held his daughter and 
together they watched his dick shrivel up and retract from her 
assaulted vagina.

Dawn had come by then, and in the first light of the morning, 
Randall could see the blood and cum that covered the insides of 
his daughter's thighs.  She had stopped crying, and lay still, 
looking numbly out into space.  He wondered if she had been 
traumatized by the experience.  After a while she looked at him 
and said, "Daddy, it gets better right?"

Randall felt lower than dirt. "Yes, honey."

"I mean the next time it'll feel like when you kissed my vagina, 
right?"

"It can feel as good."

There was another brief moment of silence, during which Randall 
realized that there was no way his daughter could go to school 
that morning.  Suddenly, Emily turned to him.

"I love you, daddy."

She kissed him, opening his mouth with her tongue.


<END><HONEY>


Well, I hope you liked it.  If you have a polite difference of 
opinion or if you have serious criticism of an artistic nature, 
please post it.  Boors, flames, and bigots will be given the 
attention they deserve.  (none)

Thanks,
	Damocles
