
                       Angel...A Father's Story
                             by EdensGift

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Chapter 1

Angel was just seven when her mother died.  It took a long time for
both of us to adjust to the void in our lives but it also brought us
closer together.  We became more than just father and daughter, we
were best friends.  Now, at 15, Angel was becoming a beautiful young
woman, slim and blonde like me but with her mother's quick smile.
She was even beginning to show signs of her mother's voluptuous
figure.

A few weeks ago I took Angel to shop for her first formal gown.  My
business partner, a man she loves and calls Uncle Dan, even though we
aren't related, was getting married and he'd pulled out all the
stops.  The reception was being held at the country club and everyone
who was anyone would be there.

Angel had chosen a surprisingly sophisticated dress, long, black,
curve-hugging and low cut.  I had protested when I saw just how much
cleavage "my baby" would be showing but when the saleswoman told her
she was "stunning" and Angel flashed her best heart-melting smile,
the deal was closed.

The day of the wedding I was waiting impatiently at the bottom of the
stairs and yelling for Angel to hurry up.  I had just checked my
watch for the third time when I heard her voice from the top of the
stairs, "I'm coming right now, Daddy."

I looked up and my heart almost stopped!  Angel looked like a vision
in her new dress.  She had pulled her long blonde hair into a loose
tumble of curls on top of her head and allowed just a few wispy curls
to escape.  She was wearing the diamond studs that I had given to her
mother for our 10th wedding anniversary and which I had promised to
Angel when she turned 16 in just six short months.  She looked at
least 20 and I knew she was going to turn heads at the wedding.  She
smiled knowingly at my astonished look and glided gracefully down the
stairs.

Just as I suspected, she was the hit of the wedding and even had the
bride casting jealous looks in her direction.  She danced with every
man at the reception, Dan's 6-year-old son from his first marriage,
the 80-year-old grandfather of the bride, and the groom himself.  She
charmed them all!

Somewhere around midnight she talked me into "just one tiny glass of
champagne" and an hour later she was tipsy and giggling and I was
ready to get home to bed.  Angel chattered happily about the day's
events until we got about halfway home and then, seemingly
mid-sentence, she dozed right off with her head on my shoulder.  When
we pulled into the garage 30 minutes later she looked like she was
sleeping so peacefully that I decided to carry her upstairs to bed
instead of disturbing her sleep.

She mumbled "love you, Daddy" as I slid one arm behind her back and
another underneath her knees and lifted her off the warm leather car
seat.  Then she flung one arm around my shoulders and let the other
dangle at her side.  Angel's 125 pounds seemed light as a feather
until I was about halfway up the stairs and suddenly I was breathing
a little harder.  I shifted Angel just a little to get a better grip
on her upper torso and in doing so tugged the shoulder of her gown
down exposing the curve of her left breast and a lot more cleavage.
I thought to myself how much she favored her mother and felt an
almost physical sense of loss.

I kicked open the door of Angel's room and gratefully laid her down
on the big four poster bed.  I took one look at that beautiful but
fragile gown and knew I couldn't let her sleep in it.  I planned on
just slipping her out of the dress and shoes and letting her sleep in
her underwear.  First, I went to get out of my uncomfortable jacket
and ended up quickly slipping out of my suit and pulling on a robe
over my boxers.

When I got back to Angel's room she had rolled onto her side and was
sleeping peacefully.  I slipped her black satin pumps off her feet
and set them down under the edge of the bed.  Next I pulled the gold
combs from her hair and let it fall heavily across her pillow.  When
I began to tug the zipper of her dress down she rolled over a bit and
I thought for a second she was helping me but then realized she was
just making herself comfortable.

I slipped both arms out of the dress and lifted her with one arm to
tug the dress past her hips.  Up till then I had been so engrossed in
the effort to undress her that I hadn't really noticed what she was
wearing underneath the gown.  When I laid her back against the pillow
I noticed the sexy white satin and lace bra.  It was strapless and
under-wired and definitely made for a woman.  Angel's breasts were
displayed to perfection in the craftily molded cups of the bra and
the sheer lace on the top half of the cups did nothing to hide the
dark shadow of her nipples.

I felt a quickening in my groin and the unmistakable evidence of
arousal as my cock grew semi-hard.

"Damn," I thought to myself, "I've been too long without a woman!"

I decided I'd better hurry up and get back to my own room.

I lifted first one slim leg and then the other so I could finish
removing Angel's dress.  I laid it carefully over the back of a chair
and only then noticed that she was wearing thigh high stockings
instead of pantyhose and that the sheer panel in the front of her
satin panties gave a clear view of her thickly curling pubic hair.

Suddenly my semi-erection was a raging hard-on and I immediately felt
guilty for getting aroused at the sight of my own daughter.  I threw
a light quilt over Angel, kissed her cheek and went down to the den.
Suddenly I was wide-awake and decided to have a drink.  A few minutes
later, I was sipping on a whiskey and water and asking myself, "what
the hell's the matter with you?"  I tried to make some sense of what
I was feeling.  After all, I'm a decent guy, not some pervert who
stalks little girls.  It took two more whiskeys to get my cock to
subside and for me to convince myself it was just my recent celibacy
and a natural reaction to a beautiful body that had caused my
momentary aberration.

Feeling better, even if a little wobblier, I made my way to bed.

Thirty minutes later I was dreaming about making love to a beautiful,
faceless woman and awoke with a start just moments before
consummating what would have been my first wet dream since high
school!

Just then I heard what sounded like a sob from Angel's room and I
rushed down the hall to check on her.  Although her room was dark the
light from the hallway allowed me to see that she was fine.  She had
kicked the covers off just as she had been doing all her life and I
reached down to gather the quilt off the floor.  Just as I
straightened back up, Angel rolled toward me and I immediately saw
that her tossing and turning had shifted her bra enough so that one
delectable bud of a nipple had escaped.

My cock, which was still achingly hard from my "near" wet dream gave
another eager leap at the sight.

Still feeling guilty over my unwelcome arousal I nonetheless decided
to remove the very uncomfortable looking bra.  "No need to make her
suffer just because my stubborn libido's in overdrive," I
rationalized.

Feeling excited and guilty and hornier than I could ever remember
feeling I reached across Angel's sleeping form and unfastened the two
tiny hooks holding her bra on.  Her breasts escaped the confines of
the bra as though they had minds of their own and I realized almost
at once that I was holding my breath as I watched Angel's chest rise
and fall with each shallow breath.

Her breasts were breathtakingly beautiful, milky white globes topped
with perfect pink nipples that were hardening into puckered little
nuggets right before my eyes.  "She's cold," I thought to myself, the
hardening of her nipples a natural reaction to the cold.  I knelt
down beside her bed marveling at her beauty and telling myself that
there was absolutely nothing wrong with just looking.

Angel's breasts were just inches from my nose, rising and falling
gently with each breath she took.  My cock was so hard it hurt and I
slipped one hand into the waistband of my boxers to reposition it
more comfortably.

As soon as my fingertips grazed the bulbous head of my cock Angel
murmured, "Daddy" in her sleep and I almost jumped out of my skin.
Rolling slightly forward, she laid her hand on top of mine and
nestled her soft cheek against it.  I could feel the soft warmth of
her exhalations and I grasped my cock tightly in my left hand and
began to stroke slowly up and down its length in a motion that was
far too familiar to me.

The light from the hallway was bright enough that I could see Angel's
pubic mound clearly through the sheer panel in the front of her
panties.  I don't know if it was my heightened senses, my
semi-drunken state or simply my imagination but I would have sworn I
could see the delicate cleft of her cunt underneath her light brown
curls.

My cock was pulsing in my closed fist and the sound of my own breath
was roaring in my ears.  I pressed my thumb into the pulpy head of my
cock and felt the thick wetness of pre-seminal fluid.  Feeling as if
I was teetering on the verge of a precipice, I slid my right hand
from underneath Angel's and reached out to trace the curve of her
perfect breast with my fingertip.  God how my hand shook!

Her skin was soft; her breast full and supple under my fingertips.
As my right hand traced the tantalizing contours of her breast my
left pulled furiously at my cock.  My balls felt as though they were
beginning to boil and then I grasped her beautiful nipple between my
thumb and forefinger and I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.  I
came in great spurts of hot liquid: my gut churning as my balls
convulsed and spewed their contents into and over my tight fingers.

Was it my imagination or did Angel murmur a soft "mmmmm" of pleasure
as I tugged gently on her nipple?  I couldn't believe how quickly I
had fallen head over heels into this madness!

Hot, slick gobbets of cum melded my fingers together and already my
attention was drawn inexorably to the soft cleft between Angel's slim
thighs.  I wiped my sticky fingers on the hem of my robe and guiltily
reached for the lacy waistband of Angel's panties.  She shifted
easily in her sleep as I tugged the thin material downward, the damp
crotch seeming to cling to the curves of her girl cunt.

Once I slipped the wispy material off her legs I brought it
immediately to my nose and inhaled deeply.  The fragrant scent of
Angel's cunt filled my head.

I was seriously drunk now, not as much from the whiskey as from the
heady aroma of my Angel.  I had somehow crossed a line that there was
no backing away from.  Already the guilt was threatening to overwhelm
me.  Standing shakily I slunk back to my room and spent a sleepless
night dreaming of child molesters and other perverts.

The next morning I awoke to the smell of coffee and the sounds of
meal preparation from downstairs.  Even though I was reasonably
certain that Angel knew nothing of my indiscretion I cringed inwardly
at the thought of facing her.  The knowledge of what I had done was
tearing at me in a way few things had ever affected me before.

A few minutes later when Angel called to me for the third time to
come down and eat breakfast with her, I steeled myself against my own
guilty conscience and headed down stairs.  Angel had made us a
wonderful meal of toast, bacon, eggs, fresh fruit and coffee and was
perched happily on one of the two tall stools that sat side-by-side
at the end of the kitchen counter, her long coltish legs wrapped
around the legs of the stool.  I poured myself a cup of coffee and
avoided her eyes as I pulled the other stool out for myself.

"Daddy, I had the best time last night!  Thank you so much for the
dress and for letting me stay up so late and for letting me have
champagne!"  Angel blurted out with the enthusiasm that only someone
so young could muster so early in the morning.

"What are your plans for the day, pumpkin?"  I asked, still avoiding
her eyes.

"Thought I'd lay out for a while and work on my tan," she said
brightly.  "Dani might come over a little later and lay out with me."

Dani was Angel's best friend "in the whole world" and had been a
frequent guest in our home from the time the girls were 8 years old
and in third grade together.  "All right, sweetie.  I think I'll just
watch some TV, maybe read a little and get some rest after last
night."

I stood up to clear my plate and Angel threw her arms around my neck
and kissed me fiercely on the cheek.  "Thanks again, Daddy, for last
night.  It was wonderful!"

My guilty mind immediately conjured up pictures of me, kneeling by
Angel's bed and cupping her soft breast while she slept.  My stomach
was churning from a combination of guilt and too many drinks the
night before.  I pulled away from Angel and headed upstairs to my
bedroom to get dressed while making a mental note to get my robe into
the wash.  Although I couldn't see anything when I inspected the hem
I still remembered wiping my cum-soaked fingers on it the night
before.

On my way back downstairs I had to pass Angel's room.  I heard her
softly humming to herself as I walked past and glanced casually in
the direction of her door.  Although the door was partially shut it
was open far enough that I could clearly see Angel standing in front
of her mirror removing her shorts.  I almost gasped out loud at the
sight of her bending down to slip the shorts off her legs.  She had
already removed her tee shirt and bra and was left wearing only the
tiniest imaginable pair of white lace panties.  As I stood there
immobilized by fear but unable or unwilling to pull myself away from
the sight, she began to slip the tiny panties down as well.  I
watched breathlessly, heart pounding so loud it must have been
audible, while she hooked her thumbs in the narrow elastic and slid
the filmy material down her thighs.  When she bent down to remove the
panties as she had the shorts, I got the most delectable view of her
beautiful ass as well as a glimpse of pink covered by soft brown
pubic curls.

When she started to turn toward the door I was sure she had heard me
and almost fell over my feet as I tried to move away from her line of
sight.  Before I could do anything except stumble back against the
far wall, Angel turned, looked me square in the eyes and said, "Oh,
Daddy, you're still up here.  I thought you'd be downstairs by now."
Her voice didn't give the slightest hint of embarrassment at being
seen stark naked by her father and she never once moved to cover
herself.  She did, however, reach for the electric blue bikini lying
on her bed and started to put it on as though nothing out of the
ordinary had happened.

Now, Angel and I have lived alone for a long time and on many
occasions we've seen each other in various stages of undress.  I'm
not an overly modest man and although I wouldn't walk around the
house nude, if Angel walked in on me in the shower, for instance, I
wouldn't rush to throw a towel around myself.  In fact, when I
thought about it later, I concluded that my embarrassment at seeing
her naked in her room was probably due more to my "impure" thoughts
the night before than to her accidental nakedness.  At least, that's
what I thought then.  Now, I'm not so sure.

Over the next few days I seemed to accidentally see Angel in some
stage of undress on an almost daily basis.  Once as she walked past
my open bedroom door the corner of her towel fell revealing her
lovely nakedness underneath.

I glanced away immediately but not before having the sight of her
full, soft breasts and tender pink nipples seared into my memory.

Two days later it was Angel who walked in on me in the bathroom just
as I was finishing up my shower.  "Hey, Dad," she said nonchalantly,
"just came in to get my brush."  She was gone almost as quickly as
she came and I was left standing there with a towel around my neck, a
dumb look on my face and a semi-erect dick.

I was beginning to think that all these "accidents" might not be such
an accident when something else happened.  Thunderstorms have always
scared Angel and on Thursday night we had a doozie.  I awoke at 3AM
to the sound of crashing thunder and rain pelting the roof.  I
sleepily rolled over to try and get back to sleep when I heard the
creak of my bedroom door opening and Angel's soft voice.

"Daddy?  Daddy?  Can I get in with you?"  she whispered with just a
hint of panic in her voice.  My first instinct was to tell her no but
old habits die hard and I groggily lifted the blanket for her to
climb in.  Ten minutes later I was fast asleep again.  Sometime in
the middle of the night I awoke to find Angel cuddled up next to me
in the same "spoon" fashion that her mother loved so much and my
raging hard-on was pushed not so delicately into the crack of her
ass.  A surge of adrenaline shot through me like a rocket and I was
instantly wide awake and aware of everything around me.  Angel's
short nightie had ridden up in her sleep and the only thing between
her luscious ass and my dick was a tiny piece of silken panty fabric
and my boxers.  One of her arms was tucked underneath her pillow
cradling her head and the other was tucked under my right arm which
was curled around her protectively.  My cock was so hard it ached but
I was afraid to move for fear of waking Angel while I was in such a
state.  I glanced quickly at the clock and wondered how in the world
I could possibly deal with this situation for another 4 minutes, let
alone an interminable 4 hours till time to get up.

I was almost unaware that I was moving my hips until the sweetest
thrill of excitement I've ever felt ran through me.  My cock, animal
that it is, felt only the soft, full curve of a woman and paid
absolutely no attention to the fact that it was my daughter's ass.  I
could feel the delicious friction created when I moved my hips an
almost imperceptible amount and felt powerless to stop it.  Angel's
gentle breathing seemed shallow and even and after a few minutes gave
me the confidence to take the next step.  I slipped my hand
underneath Angel's arm and gently, ever so gently, cupped her soft
breast.  My own breathing was ragged and loud but Angel slept on like
a baby.  I slid my fingertips across the thin fabric of her nightie
until I felt the slightly softer skin of her nipple.  Trembling
fingertips brushed thrillingly across that delicate flesh until I
felt it begin to pucker and harden.  My cock was so full it felt
lethal and Angel's chest just kept on rising and falling in the
rhythm of deep sleep.

Emboldened by lust and the feel of this exquisite girl-woman's body
against mine, I caressed her breast more feverishly and pressed my
cock even tighter into the sweet crevice of her ass.  My fingertips
closed around the fully puckered bud of her nipple and I felt as
though I would kill to be able to take it, just once, into my mouth.
I was moments away from losing it totally when Angel stirred in my
arms and moaned, "Daddy."  I jerked away from her as though I'd been
scalded and my panicked reaction awoke her even further.  "My daddy,"
she murmured softly, turning on her side and throwing her soft arm
across my chest.

I lay on my back and tried to regain control of myself for what
seemed like an hour.  My mind was churning with ideas.  Thoughts of
how it felt to be a child molester, thoughts about jail time and
registering with the police as a sex offender.  And through all that,
thoughts of Angel's delicious, nubile body bending to my will.  I was
anguished, truly anguished over what was happening to me.  I didn't
understand it, couldn't think clearly and certainly couldn't tell
anyone else about it.

The next morning I was up before Angel and had already eaten and
dressed for work by the time she came downstairs.

"Mmmmmm, I slept like a baby," she said as she slipped into the chair
beside me and lifted her orange juice glass to her lips.  The armhole
of her nightie was just loose enough that I caught a glimpse of the
soft curved side of her breast and my cock almost jumped out of my
pants.  I threw back my last swallow of coffee and hurried out of the
house without even saying goodbye.  That night, instead of going
straight home as usual, I stopped by Flannery's Bar for one drink and
ended up having several.  It was midnight before I made it home and I
never even called to let Angel know where I was.

There was a light rain falling as I pulled into the driveway and I
had barely shut the car down when Angel ran out to meet me.  She was
crying hysterically and threw herself into my arms knocking my
briefcase to the ground.

"Daddy, Daddy," she sobbed, "I thought you were dead!  I thought you
had left me too, just like Mommy."  Her light brown curls were soaked
from the rain and she was shivering from the cold.  She was dressed
in the same thin nightie she always wore and in seconds it was soaked
through and quite transparent.  I tried to pull her towards the house
and began apologizing for my lack of consideration but Angel wasn't
budging.  She fell into me, pressing her body into mine, her arms
locked around my neck in a death grip.

I peeled her off of me long enough to pick up my briefcase and toss
it back onto the front seat and then I scooped Angel up in my arms
and carried her into the house.

I set her down in the foyer and tried to calm her enough to talk.
She was shivering uncontrollably and I knew I needed to get her dried
off.  I stepped into the bathroom off the foyer to grab a towel and
when I got back she was slumped against the wall still sobbing.  I
began to lift the hem of her nightie over her head.  Although she
didn't resist she didn't help either.  Once I pulled the nightie free
of her arms and removed her soaked panties I began gently rubbing her
dry with the soft, thick towel.  Her skin was clammy and covered with
chill bumps and she trembled as I dried her.  I tried not to notice
how hard and pink her nipples were, or how her hips flared out from
her waist, or the soft, silken curls that covered her pussy but...I'm
just a man.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her forehead while wrapping the
towel around her.  Her sobs had lessened to sniffles and she nuzzled
against me as I pulled the towel snug in front and tucked one end
down between her breasts to hold it.  I asked if she wanted a cup of
hot cocoa but she shook her head vehemently and I didn't press the
issue.

"Come on upstairs, honey, let me get you to bed," I said firmly and
she allowed me to lead her in the direction of her room.  When we got
there however, she refused to go in and instead walked past it to the
door of my room.  I started to protest but then felt guilty for the
trauma I had put her through and decided to get her to sleep in my
bed and I would sleep in hers.

I pulled back the covers for her and turned to get a tee shirt from
my dresser to take the place of her discarded nightie.  When I turned
back she was already curled up in bed, the covers pulled up to her
chin and the damp towel on the floor.  I started to leave but she
whimpered softly and I went to her.  I was about to sit down on the
bed when I realized that I was also soaked through and shivering.  I
slipped out of my wet clothes, pulled on a pair of boxers and a tee
shirt and lay down on the bed beside her.

"Daddy," she whispered, "I'm so cold.  Please hold me," she said
softly.

I moved to put my arms around her but she indicated that she wanted
me under the covers with her.  I slipped in beside her and took her
in my arms.  Her still damp head slipped into the curve of my neck
and her slim arm slid across my chest.  She squeezed me to her and
sighed as she snuggled up close.  I felt an overwhelming sensation of
love for her at that moment and leaned down to kiss her cheek.  At
the same time she lifted her head to say something and my lips
brushed across hers.  It was as though a bolt of electricity coursed
through my body.  Her soft full lips pressed tightly against mine in
a kiss no father would give his daughter.  Her body tensed and then
her arm slipped around my neck and she held me there.  I tried to say
no but when my lips moved against hers she slid the tip of that small
wet tongue across my lower lip and I was lost.

I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest and I wanted her
as I've never wanted a woman before or since.  My cock was so hard
that it couldn't be contained by my shorts and I felt it slip through
the opening in front and press against her cool thigh.  Without
hesitating she took it in her hand and squeezed gently murmuring,
"Yes!"  against my lips.  Her other hand pulled furiously at the
waistband of my shorts and she let go of my cock only long enough to
pull them down and toss them on the floor.  She helped me slip out of
my tee shirt and then fell back into my arms as though we were old
lovers.

No force on earth could have kept me from having her at that point.
I was lost, head over heels in love with this angel, my angel.  I
slipped my tongue into her mouth for the first time and felt her own
tongue tentatively pressing against my lips.  I pushed her back into
the pillow and vowed to take my time with her, to show her all the
miracles of lovemaking as only one who truly loved her could.  I
cupped those sweet young breasts and felt her diamond-hard nipples
cutting into my palm.  I had to have one, to finally taste the
sweetness of that treasure I had longed for.  I lowered my head and
closed my lips around her nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth.
Angel gasped at the feel of my lips pulling at her nipple but her
hand went to the back of my head holding me there where I continued
to feast.  It seemed like hours that I suckled at her breasts, first
one and then the other until her nipples were swollen and tender from
my ministrations.

Then and only then did I continue my journey downward.  I slipped one
hand between Angel's tender young thighs and pressed them apart.  She
fell back into the pillows with a deep sigh as I repositioned myself
between her open legs.  Her mound was covered with soft, downy curls,
her tender sex just visible through the furry covering.  I blew
softly into the curls and they parted just a bit so that the delicate
shell-pink of her inner lips showed through.  I slid one finger
gently down the length of that dainty cleft and felt her tremble at
my touch.

"Don't worry, love, I'll be very gentle," I whispered looking up into
her trusting eyes and smiling.  Angel smiled back at me and spread
her legs a little wider.  I lifted both her legs at the knee until
her feet were flat on the bed and her hips raised just enough so that
her pussy was slightly open and the dainty pucker of her asshole was
visible.  Using the index finger of both hands I gently pulled
Angel's puffy cunt lips further apart.  The wonderful aroma of her
arousal was almost over-powering.  I wanted to devour her, to bury my
face in her sweet pussy, but I held back.  I was determined that she
was going to enjoy her first time.

Angel watched with fascination as I slipped one finger inside her,
separating her dewy pussy lips and sliding in as deep as my one
finger could go.  When I drew it out of her it was covered with her
sweet cream up to the third knuckle.  I looked into Angel's eyes as I
brought it to my mouth and sucked her sweet cream onto my tongue.
Her eyes glazed over at the sight of me enjoying her pussy juice so
intimately.  I slipped my finger back deep inside her and when I
withdrew it the second time I offered it to her.  Tentatively she
poked out her tiny tongue and lapped delicately at the tip of my
finger.  Drawing her tongue back into her mouth I watched her move it
around in her mouth, savoring the taste as I might have the taste of
a fine wine.

After only a second or two she decided she liked the flavor and
pulled my entire finger into her mouth suckling it as I had her
nipples only minutes earlier.  Her lashes lowered and she appeared
transfixed in ecstasy at the taste of herself.  I slowly drew my
finger out of her mouth, her lips making a soft "puhhh" sound as they
slipped from my wet digit.

Angel's eyes opened again and I met her gaze steadily as I lowered my
mouth to her open pussy lips.  My tongue slipped between the ruffled
folds of her inner lips and pressed slowly in until my lips met her
lips and my nose was buried in her fragrant softness.  I slid my
tongue slowly upward until her tiny bud of a clit pressed against my
upper lip and then moved swiftly to suck it into my mouth.  Angel
jumped as though she had been slapped at the first touch of my lips
on her inexperienced clit but as I continued to gently suck it and
let my tongue slip feather-light over it she began to relax and move
her hips in rhythm with my sucking.  I lowered my still wet fingertip
to the tightly puckered opening just below her pussy and rubbed
gently as I sucked at her clit.

Only moments later I felt her thighs begin to tremble and her
breathing become more irregular and harsher and I knew she was in the
throes of her first real orgasm.  She reached down with one hand and
tangled her fingers in my hair, alternately pulling me away and then
pushing me back into her.  I wrapped my arms around her thighs and
lapped at her pussy like a kitten lapping milk until she cried out my
name...Daddy.

Moments later I took her into my arms and held her while she came
down from the heights of her first orgasm.  At least the first one
caused by someone other than herself.  As she relaxed and then dozed
in my arms I studied her beautiful face and toyed with her tiny
nipples.  I had already begun to think of them as mine.  The guilt I
had felt for days was gone as suddenly as it had come.  Everything
about what had just happened felt right.  I still wanted to fuck
Angel.  Wanted it so badly I could taste it, but I knew it was going
to happen eventually and that from now on things would be different.
Angel was no longer just my little girl.  She had crossed some
invisible barrier.  We had crossed it together and now there was no
going back.  I knew as surely as I knew my name that I would have
Angel in every way that a man can have a woman.  It was what we both
wanted.


Chapter 2

I held Angel in my arms while she slept and must have dozed off
myself for at least a little while.  When I woke Angel's soft hand
was sliding up and down my not-so-soft cock and I realized I had been
moaning in my sleep.  I knew I had to fuck her and that I had to do
it soon.  My cock felt as though it would explode if relief wasn't
soon in coming.

"Come here," I said, my voice hoarse from the strain.  I pulled her
to me, pressing my lips to hers and forcing my tongue deep into her
mouth.  I slipped one hand between her legs, cupping her mound
momentarily before pressing one finger into her moist slit.  Angel
moaned out loud and thrust her hips against my hand.  Rolling over on
my back I pulled her on top of me, her soft cunt pressing my cock
down against my belly.  Instinctively she raised herself onto her
knees and allowed my cock to rise till the head was wedged firmly
against her slippery opening.  Angel put her hands flat on my chest
and slowly began to lower herself onto my throbbing cock.  It took
every ounce of restraint I could muster to keep from slamming my cock
deep into her but I held back and let her go at her own speed.  I
almost cried out when I felt her soft, wet cunt lips close tightly
around the head of my dick.  I held my breath and looked deep into
her eyes as she sucked on her bottom lip and lowered herself until
she was completely impaled.  Except for the incredible tightness I
felt no resistance to entering her fully and she seemed to feel only
a little discomfort that was soon replaced by intense pleasure.

At first she just sat there, my cock buried to the balls in her tight
cunt, her mouth open, breathing as if she had just run a race.  The
tightness of her little girl cunt kept my cock fully erect and the
contractions of her tightly stretched walls threatened to put me over
the edge without the first thrust.  Then, slowly, she began to rock
back and forth.  The friction of her slippery cunt against my
achingly hard cock was excruciating.  I began, almost involuntarily,
to thrust my hips up to meet her and Angel, always the quick student,
began to slide up and down my throbbing erection.

I closed my hands around her tiny waist and helped move her up and
down as I pumped in and out of her tight, slick pussy.  Her eyes had
glazed over and even though she was looking into my eyes I don't
think she was seeing anything at all.  Her whole body had begun to
tremble slightly and I reached down between us and stroked my
fingertips lightly over the tip of her swollen little clit.  That's
all it took to push her over the edge into a screaming, shuddering
climax and the violent contractions of her tight little pussy brought
me to my own grunting, sweating orgasm.

Angel collapsed on top of me, her long blonde hair falling over my
chest and shoulders.  We held each other and drifted slowly down from
a sexual peak that was new and exciting for both of us.  We talked a
little that night, about what we had done, about what kind of changes
our new relationship would bring into our lives, about the importance
of keeping our secret to ourselves.  Angel confessed that she had
been dreaming of seducing me for months, maybe even years
subconsciously, and that she was thrilled that we were finally lovers.

I have to admit I didn't sleep much that night.  I held Angel in my
arms and lost myself in thoughts of what lay ahead for us.  There was
so much that I wanted to show her; so many ways I wanted to make love
to her.  My cock was in an almost constant state of semi to full
erection and I almost woke her several times just to fuck her again.
Sometime around 3 or 4AM I drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later I woke to the sound of running water.  Angel was
showering in my bathroom and through the open door I could see her
silhouette behind the smoky shower door as she lathered and rinsed
her body.  Two minutes of that was about all I could handle.
Slipping out of bed without making a sound I tiptoed into the
bathroom and carefully opened the sliding door.  Angel must have felt
the change in temperature as the cooler air of the bathroom met with
the warmer air in the shower.  Her eyes were closed and she was
shampooing her long blonde hair.  "Daddy?"  she said, questioningly.

I replied, "Just thought I'd give you a hand, baby."

She smiled and went back to shampooing her hair and I just stood
there for a moment and admired her beautiful body.  Each movement of
her raised arms caused her breasts to sway slightly and the way she
arched her back accented her small waist and curvy hips.  My cock was
already swaying back and forth like a hungry cobra and I wanted to
take her again, right there in the shower.

Soapy rivulets ran down her body and water dripped off her erect
nipples.  I soaped my hands and pulled her to me so that I could run
my slick hands over her fabulously smooth skin.  Angel sighed at the
feel of my hands on her waist and turned her body so that she was
leaning back into me.  I slid my hands up to cup both of her perfect,
pert breasts.  They fitted perfectly into my hands, the nipples
pushing into my palms.  Angel leaned her head back onto my shoulder
as I began to pull on her tender nipples.  My cock was riding the
crease of her full buttocks and I feared I might come before ever
getting the chance to fuck her.  I had never had a woman, any woman,
who caused such a reaction in me.  I had been with lots of women, had
lots of great sex, but nothing that compared to the sheer
overpowering lust I felt for my own daughter.

Angel began to rotate her hips in a rocking motion that brought the
head of my cock into direct contact with her tightly puckered
asshole.  The crinkled, velvety smooth skin there made me gasp and
pull back just a little.  I wanted to make this last, to savor every
moment and for the first time in my life I felt as though I was about
to suffer from premature ejaculation!  Angel must have sensed what I
was feeling because she whispered, "No, Daddy, don't stop.  We've got
all the time we need; time to do everything we want."  Then she
pressed her luscious ass back into me, her soapy skin grinding
deliciously onto my cock.

I kissed the side of her neck before bending her over at the waist
till she could hold onto the side of the tub.  Then I soaped the
fingers of my right hand and caressed the delicate skin around her
asshole.  Angel tensed just a little and then began to make a soft
moaning sound low in her throat as she relaxed.  Pressing one finger
tightly against that snug opening, I pushed in slowly as I supported
her body with my other arm around her waist.  She made a little yelp
as the tip of my finger breached the previously untouched sanctum of
her asshole.  I held still for a moment and let her get accustomed to
the fullness that she was feeling for the very first time.  As I felt
her begin to relax I pressed that single digit in further, to the
first knuckle, then the second.  I could feel her pulsing around my
finger and my cock reacted by producing a steady stream of pre-cum.

Slowly I began to move my finger in and out.  The movement was almost
imperceptible at first but became more and more vigorous as Angel was
able to relax her sphincter.  Soon my finger was slipping as easily
in and out of her ass as it would have her pussy.  Then I introduced
another finger and another until Angel was moaning out loud and I was
pounding into her ass so hard that it was making a wet, slapping
sound.

"Please, Daddy, do it, please," she moaned and, of course, I had to.
Pulling my fingers from her tight ass I held onto her waist and let
the head of my cock press gently against her rosy asshole.  Before I
could thrust into her Angel had pushed back against me almost
violently and my cock plunged into her almost to the balls.  Even
after my efforts to loosen her with my fingers she fitted my cock
like a too small glove.  There is no way I could ever describe the
feeling of sliding my cock into that sweet, young, perfect ass.  As
my balls contracted and spewed my cum deep into Angel's bowels I felt
as though my very soul was exiting my body through my cock.

In the beginning I had cared about protecting Angel, cared about
making certain that she enjoyed everything I did to her.  But now, in
the shower, with my cock buried deep in her ass and my cum running
down her slim thighs, I could think of nothing except my next orgasm,
the next chance to have my way with this sweet young girl, with my
daughter.  The sheer depravity of what I was doing was driving me on
to more perverse pleasures.  It seemed that every waking moment, hell
even my dreams, were filled with nothing but new and different ways
to use Angel.

Where would it lead and who would pay the dearest price?  Angel?  Or
would it be me?

