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   The last half dozen hours of their lives had fundamentally changed each
of them.  As Quinn regarding his eighteen-year old daughter, Jesse, newly
brought to his bed, logic said he should have felt guilty for taking her as
his lover.  Instead, he felt, for the first time in Jesse's life, freedom
from guilt over loving her.  Her apparently effortless embrace of that
which he was finally forced to confess rang true in his soul.  The
connection they had always shared belied no hesitation on her part. 
"Society be damned," he thought to himself, "this is right for us."
   She lay on her belly having offered him her backside, expressing her
desire to be taken in this most taboo and intimate way.  When he had barely
touched her behind earlier in their lovemaking, her wild response assured
him of the depth and genuineness of her desire.  He smiled to himself,
ecstatic to learn that he and his daughter apparently shared a
fetish....what more would they learn as time unfolded?
   Jesse stirred and pulled herself up on her knees a bit, clearly
impatient.  "Daddy, what are you doing down there?  Waiting for an engraved
invitation?" she whined.  He burst out laughing and felt his cock surge at
the site of her luscious round buns in his face.  "Well, sister, are you
just a little impatient?  Perhaps you need a few swats to remind you that
your father is in charge!" With that, he landed a firm but not too hard
blow on each cheek and she yelled, "YES, DADDY, PLEASE!"
   Surprised by the hunger in her voice, and thrilled, he continued to
spank her, still not too hard, just feeling and watching.  He opened the
lube with his right hand continuing the spanking with his left.  "Does
Daddy's babygirl like this?" Jesse was unable to make intelligible
comments, only arched her bottom higher and grunted into the pillows she
tucked under her chest.  She turned her head toward him showing her flushed
face.  "Daddy, please, keep doing that.  I always wanted you to spank me.
Keep GOING!"
   The idea of heating her bottom so that it glowed bright deep red before
violating her anus made Quinn crazy wild.  His lubed finger pressed gently
on her opening as he alternated swats.  "Oooh, daddy, I am going to cum
again!" Jesse grunted.  He slid two fingers inside her and reached his
spanking hard around to dance on her clitoris and inside her woman.  She
was soaked and her body gripped his fingers in a viselike grip that made
his cock jump.  He brought her just to the edge and then backed her down,
wanting to savor her orgasm when he penetrated her.
   "No, baby, not yet.  Ooooh, look at your beautiful bottom, Jess.  It's
so red and hot..." As he spoke quietly to her, he placed the head of his
phallus at the now slightly loosened anus.  "Baby, breathe and open for
Daddy.  Take me inside you, lovergirl.  Push back against me as you can. 
I'll keep lots of lube on us."
   Jesse knew she would have to tell Quinn that she had always been a bit
of a masochist, but right now, she was still soaring from the burn and the
fact that she could feel the girth of her father's manhood opening her
forbidden place.  She nearly came from being spanked!  That was exactly how
she'd always imagined it.  But now, oh, gawd, now IT would finally happen.
With her father!  She pushed against him, so in lust and in love and
crazed, she could barely keep in her skin.
   "Ohh, daddy, yes, please," she intoned as she pushed slowly against him.
"Can you move slowly back and forth, just shallow to start?"
   Quinn did as his daughter asked, feeling and seeing his phallus
disappearing slowly into Jesse's impossibly tight anus.  "Oh, geezus, baby,
it's so beautiful!  Does it hurt?"
   "Just a little," she said and her breath caught.  His cock had a very
thick head and flared in the middle then tapered some at the base.  As he
watched the thickest part slide inside, he felt her body accept him and
there he was, buried to his belly in his daughter's ass.
   "Oh my gawd, daughter, YES!" he said, holding her fast against him.  He
said, "Jesse, lie flat and put your legs together." She complied and he
began sliding in and out, angling up against her pelvis.  "DADDY THAT FEELS
SO GOOD!!!" Jesse began thrusting her pelvis back against her father,
overwhelmed by the incredible sensation of being impaled by her father's
large, thick cock.
   Nothing - no physical sensation, not even doing her mother in this exact
position - had ever felt this good to Quinn.  He wished that he could fuck
her like this for hours, but already, the urge to let loose, to go hard and
fast was nearly inescapable.  "Daddy, fuck me harder," Jesse begged,
feeling that same urge.  He picked up the pace and she slammed back into
him, banishing any last worry he held of hurting her.  "Put your fingers in
your woman, Jesse.  Play with yourself!" he ordered.  She complied
immediately assaulted by the dual pleasures.  "Faster, daddy, harder!"
   He fucked his daughter's ass like a jackhammer now, growling and
grunting, coming almost all the way out with each stroke then slamming back
inside her.  He began again to spank her as he thrust.
   "Jesse, I'm going to blow, baby.  Here it cums!" he yelled as she was
screaming, incomprehensible, her own release clitoral, anal, and as a
result of the spanking.  Her orgasm didn't stop and so he reached
underneath her moving her hand and using his own, wrenching out another
wave of spasms as she continued to scream and writhe underneath him.  "Oh
gawd, oh gawd, daddy, daddy, daddy!!" When she finally finished, he rolled
off of her and turned her over, kissing her face, her lips, licking her
neck, overwhelmed and still not quite anchored back on earth.  She wrapped
her legs around him, pressing herself against him, wanting to crawl inside
him for closeness.
   Moments passed and each of their pounding hearts slowed.  Grips
loosened, kisses grew less frantic.  Quinn heaved a great sigh and kissed
Jesse's breasts and neck.  Quinn felt wildly vulnerable as he regarded his
child.  The strength of their mutual release, the level of rawness, the
power that gripped them.  He gathered his thoughts and said, "Jesse
Margaret, I do not know what we have unleashed between us.  I only pray
that we are each strong and wise enough to be able to handle it.  This was
very fast.  But so good.  Are you okay?"
   She gazed into his green eyes, smiling at the wildness of his curly
black and salt hair, loving the concern in his face.  "Daddy, you always
taught me to trust the still small voice inside me.  I don't have to
understand all of this right now.  Right now, I just know that it feels
right.  And I love you.  And...I am STARVING!  Can we get cleaned up and go
out to lunch?"
   "So much for the wisdom of age, my dear.  Indeed, food to fuel our
journey.  Last one to the shower has to pay for lunch!" They raced off to
the bathroom, ready to greet whatever comes next.
   
  
Ch. 2 On the Cusp of Change