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 ped, incest, daddy/daughter, anal
   He drank all day long.  From the time we left Reno for Truckee and the
snowmobile races, he slugged down Hamms beers as we drove.  He was quiet
and sullen.  I knew why we were spending the enforced alone time: mom told
me.  My dad was supposed to tell me that he was divorcing my mom.  I knew
already, had known for months.  My mother spared me no detail of my
father's indiscretions and affair with a high school sweetheart who sought
him out at his workplace.  At 14, I wished for the millionth time that I
had a family where the parents actually behaved like parents.  Instead,
they were drunks who each fucked around in their marriage.  But, this
affair was different.  He was leaving.
   My father was one of those sentimental drunks.  His British parents were
reserved and very unlike Americans insofar as keeping everything inside. 
My father held his feelings in: except when he drank.  On the nights when
he partied, I would be asleep and awaken to him coming into my room at 2
a.m.  to give me drunken kisses and protestations of love.  The smell of
stale alcohol blasting from his skin and his muzzy sounding voice slurring
his words frightened me.  I always pretended to stay asleep.
   Besides being a drunk, my father was many things.  Very good looking. 
Tall and built, a veteran of WWII where his service in the Coast Guard won
him many honors.  He had a knife scar across his belly from a deranged
crewman whom dad stopped in an attack against Admiral Nimitz when Nimitz
was aboard dad's ship.  Every Christmas until Nimitz died, dad received a
card and a gift.
   My father was smart and I suspect he was funny with his friends.  He was
very intense around women and a man's man with his friends.  An
accomplished outdoorsman, he hunted wild game, fished, and did any and
everything sport and outdoor related.  Thus, the snowmobile races as the
day's diversion.
   I always thought my dad was unhappy with my mother, and I couldn't
really blame him.  But, he wasn't just leaving her.  He was leaving me,
too. It was a hard day.
   The roads were packed snow so dad drove carefully.  At one point, a car
in front of us spun and slid down an embankment.  We stopped and dad used
his winch to pull the woman out.  When he got back in the car, he said,
"Why don't you scoot over here and warm your old dad up?" It was frigid
outside, but the inside was plenty warm.  Something odd tickled the back of
my brain, but I moved next to him.  He took my left hand and put it in his
lap, keeping his right hand on top of it.  His hand was rough and scarred,
and he rubbed my hand against his leg.  I could feel the hard muscles of
his thigh.  His breath sounded a little rough.
   "Are you okay, daddy?" I asked, concerned that he'd drunk too much.
   "That just feels good, sister."
   I had never touched my father's body except an occasional hug.  I could
feel the tension in his hand as he guided mine.  I felt a stirring in my
belly in response.  My cheeks flushed.  I was quiet.  The circling hand
went higher to his crotch.  Now I realized his intention.  My body
responded with stronger sensations.  I moved my pelvis involuntarily and
stopped myself, not wanting him to notice.  I felt -- afraid.  But, not
scared.  The kind of afraid I felt as my horse and I raced full speed
toward a high barrier.  My adrenaline kicked in and I would hold on for
dear life, trusting the 2000 pound animal between my legs to carry us over
the fence, ditch, crevasse.
   Adrenaline fueled me at that moment with my father, too.  I was eager to
feel -- what he wanted me to feel.  My hand lay passive in his as he tried
to be nonchalant in his approach.  We each wore jeans and long johns, so
layers of clothing provided a substantial barrier, which only made the
dance slower and more intoxicating.
   We approached the parking lot of the races and were flagged to a spot by
the man parking cars.  Daddy let go my hand to give the guy money to park.
Then, as though nothing at all had transpired, we got out and stomped
through the snow to the race track.  The "track" was a huge bowl of snow
with embankments built up.  Spectators stood on the other side of the
embankments.  Not especially safe, but those assembled were all very likely
partially inebriated and also most all were confirmed intensity junkies --
the kind of people who, when they play rugby, are just pissed off it they
don't get bruised and bloody.  We stood looking over the berm, me in front.
Daddy stood right behind me.  I mean RIGHT behind me.  I could feel his
breath on my neck and head.  I was so aware of his body as he pressed
himself against me.
   Conversation was pretty much out of the question because of the noise.
So, we just stood watching.  I was wearing a short down parka that came to
my waist.  My father's hands industriously untucked my shirts and slipped
inside the waistband of my jeans and up inside my shirt -- barely two or
three inches.  Where his fingers touched my virgin skin, my body felt
electric, heated.  He pressed his pelvis into me in very slight thrusting
motions.  I pressed back against him.
   The air was frigid, the people pressing into us.  My father's rough
fingers grazed my back and came around my waist underneath my shirt at my
waist.  As the crush of people got more close, daddy grew bolder.  He
untucked my shirt and moved his hands upward under my jacket to my breasts.
He battled with my bra for a minute and finally slid under it and found my
very erect nipples.  As his fingers pulled and slightly pinched my breasts,
I slipped both hands behind me and tried to grab at that which lay between
his legs.  He leaned his head to my ear and said, "Unhook my belt and get
your hands on me!" There was an urgency, a command in his voice I'd never
experienced.  The authority there reached inside me and I felt heat and
wetness pooling between my legs.
   My hands fumbled with daddy's belt as my eyes darted around us.  I was
petrified someone would see us.  But, we were surrounded in a sea of down
jackets and people hollering and drinking.  Not a soul gave us any mind.  I
was unsuccessful in unhooking his belt and he said in my ear, "I want you
to turn around.  Just stay hard against me as you do, then continue doing
what I told you to do.
   He took his hands out of my shirt and turned me around.  He held me
close and it looked, I'm sure, as though he was trying to warm me up.  I
was all tucked in against him, my busy hands unfastening his belt and fly,
then reaching inside his jeans to stroke his thick hard penis.  He tucked
his head down against me and said, "I'm going to do the same thing to you
now.  Hold my cock in one hand and put your other arm around me."
   I put my left arm around him and touched him with my right.  In an
amazingly short time, he had my jeans unfastened and those rough fingers
made their way to the waistband of my underwear.  Rather than go straight
inside, daddy reached down further and traced the elastic of the leg of my
panties and reached his finger inside right there.  I was slowly stroking
his penis and when his finger first touched my wetness, my grip tightened
on him so much that he said, "Jesus!"
   "Sorry, daddy!  I'm sorry!  That just felt really good!"
   I softened my touch and ground myself against my daddy's hand.  He held
an arm around me and together, we masturbated one another in the crowd of
wild cheers and hoots.  He moved his hand deftly on my clit, moving between
my legs inserting his fingers as far as he could without tearing away my
maidenhood, then moving back again to stimulate me some more.  I felt his
penis growing and stiffening more.  As it did, his hand flew faster on me.
He said, "I'm going to cum in your hand, Kimmie.  I want you to cum when I
do.  I want to make you cum.  Give it over to me, sister!"
   His hand on me, his penis in my hand, my nipples rubbing against his
chest, his iron grip holding us together, I felt myself contracting and
spasming and soon, I was screaming into his chest as I came against his
hand.  My hand flew on his penis, keeping time with his on me.  He began to
explode, which freaked me out, but I kept hold and kept milking his cum
until he said, "Soft now, slow, just barely touch me." He handed me some
napkins from his jacket pocket and I wiped up the thick milky cum from his
belly and our shirts.
   Daddy put his fingers in my mouth and first I tasted my own juice. 
Then, he grabbed my hand and licked it, tasting himself.  Then, he bent his
head and kissed me.  Not a sweet daddy kiss, but a lover's kiss.  And he
passed his own cum to me, his daughter.  He kissed me like that for a long
time and my body trembled from emotions.  So badly, he could feel me.
   "We've got to get out of here," he said.  Holding me close, he first put
himself back together and then he helped me get myself tucked in and
fastened.  My lips were blue, largely, I think, from standing still on snow
for so long, in addition to the overwhelming combination of emotions
passing through me.
   He held my hand as we walked to the Jeep.  He was quiet, preoccupied,
but also softer than usual a little.  We got in the truck and I sat with
trembles racking my body.  He started the rig, turned the heat way up, and
then held me.  "That was big, what happened, wasn't it?" he whispered into
my
   I nodded my head and was quiet.
   "Do you want to go home, Kimmie, or do you want me to find someplace
where we can ...  do some more?"
   A swirl of conflicted emotions ran through me.  I was still in shock
from the past three hours' experience.  My body was still crackling.  He
looked at me, saw the confusion in my eyes and said, "I'm taking you
someplace where we can be alone."
   A wash of heat and gratitude came over me.  Anticipation and relief that
he made the decision.  I tried to relax, tried to get my body to quit
trembling.
   We drove into town and stopped at an old hotel where we've eaten lunches
and breakfasts for years.  We went in and daddy got us a room with a
fireplace, letting the lady at the registration desk know that I'd gotten
over chilled and needed to warm up.  He ordered some soup and some food. 
Curiously, no alcohol.
   Daddy ran a hot bath and put in some bath salts.  He built a fire in the
room.  He sat me down on the bed and unlaced my boots, then rubbed and
warmed my feet, which were blue and numb.  He felt so badly.  He took off
his shirts and put each of my feet under his arms, which had to feel like
giant ice cubes in his arm pits!  I giggled but it felt soooo good.
   "I'm glad to see that my Kimmie-cicle can still laugh," he said
seriously with a raised eyebrow.
   He got up to check on the bath water and thought better about the food
at that moment, so called and told them to give us an hour.
   He stood me up, slipped off my coat, hung it up and then came back and
undressed me down to my bra and panties.  His rough hands were very gentle
on me and I continued to tremble.  He hugged me long and felt my body all
over, saying sweet soft things to me about how lovely and soft and grown up
his little girl was.
   Finally, he unclasped my bra and pulled down my panties.  I stepped out
of them and he led me to the tub.  "This will sting your feet, Kimmie.  Sit
on the edge and put them in slowly."
   The tub was a claw foot with a beautiful wood surround built for it.  I
sat on the wood and slipped my toes in the water and teared up as I slowly
slid in.  It hurt a lot, but I was so cold I had to get in the water.  I
sank down to my chin, willing my skin to take in the hot water.  My long
raven hair floated on the water.  My nipples peeked up, and my long legs
stretched all the way out, barely touching the end of the tub.
   Daddy sat on the edge and looked down.  "Does that feel good, Kimmie?"
   I let out a huge sigh and nodded.  The tub was large enough for two
people.  I said, timidly, "Want to get in with me, daddy?"
   The smile on my daddy's face made me blush.  He stared into my eyes and
began undressing.  He'd taken off his boots earlier.  In one motion, he
lifted three layers of shirt, longjohns and skivvy shirt off.  Next, with
what felt like hypnotic slowness to me, he unfastened the buttons of his
Levi's.  He slowly stepped out of them leaving on his form fitting men's
bikini underwear.  The long thick snake I'd help in my hands earlier but
never really laid eyes on was outlined clearly in the green cotton.  I
moaned as I looked, and daddy lifted the elastic away from his body and
slowly exposed his rod in all its glory.  It stood pointed tight against
his chest, at least as thick as my wrist if not thicker.  It seemed as
long, so long.  Daddy took his staff in his hand, and stroked it, then
looked at me and said, quietly, "He wants you, child."
   He moved to the surround, sat on the edge, and tested the water.  He
turned on the hot water, which felt incredible.  I didn't think I'd ever
get enough heat inside me.
   Figuring that he'd get in facing me, I was surprised when he climbed in
behind me.  I said, "No, daddy!  I need to see your face!" with such energy
that I concerned him.
   "It's okay, honey, relax!  I just wanted to feel you against me.  But,
sure, go lean on the other end and we can see each other."
   The water continued to run hot on the side of the tub as I managed to
move without splashing out water.
   "Mmm, sister, you have a beautiful tush, you know that?"
   His pointedly sexual compliment unnerved me no end.  I had a secret
fetish in my young life.  I'd been playing with my butt for years and
really loved having things inside it.  When I saw that long thick penis, I
immediately wondered what it would feel like opening my backside.  In my
anal investigations, I started at six years old with what was available:
pencils and tinker toys.  I quickly learned that blunt ends worked better
with lotion, and that blunt wood was just not the wisest choice.  Then, one
day a babysitter moved away and when mom cleaned her room, she discovered
some withered carrots in her headboard.  Mom, in her typical no holds
barred manner waxed eloquent about vegetables as substitutions for penises.
I was then newly interested in carrots, zucchini, and cukes.  With lotion.
Lots of lotion.
   I settled myself back into the water and regarded my daddy.  His snake
was softer in the hot water, but still pretty plump.
   "Have you had an orgasm before today, Kimmie?"
   I blushed and nodded.
   "How many?"
   "Uhh, one a day, maybe?  I mean, one a night.  Well, and sometimes
during the day..."
   "You have one every night?  What do you do to make yourself cum, baby?"
Daddy was stroking himself again and his penis was harder.  A lot harder.
"Touch your nipples while we're talking, Kimmie," daddy commanded.
   "Sometimes I do it in the bathtub, under the water.  But sometimes I
..." Thinking about when I fingered clitty and my butt at the same time, I
really got shy.  I pinched my nipples and fondled my B cup breasts as I
spoke, blushing mightily.  I felt my heart begin to race and that surge of
heat happen between my legs.
   "Tell me, Kimmie.  I won't be mad.  I'm just trying to learn."
   "Sometimes I do -- what you did to me at the same time as I ...  I ...
putstuffinmybutt!"
   "Whoa, slow down, sister.  You finger yourself and put things in your
butt?  Is that what you said?"
   "Uh huh.  I love having things in my butt, daddy.  I'm sorry!"
   "Sorry?  Why sorry?  That's really sexy, Kimmie.  Would you like me to
put things in your butt, baby?"
   "If you want to, daddy."
   He leaned forward and pulled me to him.  I slithered up to lie on top of
him.  Our bodies, now warmed, shimmered together in the bath salts, He
kissed me again, this time slowly, fully, teaching me to yield to his lips,
mouth, tongue.  He held my head and kissed me hard.  I wrapped my legs down
along his side, and felt his maleness between us against my belly.  I
flexed and rubbed against him, feeling freed from constraint, probing eyes.
I didn't think, I just felt, pure sensation.  Daddy's strength surrounding
me, encompassing me.  I wanted ....  MORE.
   His hands went down my back and began kneading my butt cheeks.  Strong
and built from years of horseback riding, hundreds of hours in the saddle
on trail rides, junior rodeo, bareback, breaking horses, you name it.  The
net result was that my calves, thighs, butt and back were very firm and
well muscled.
   Slowly, he circled closer to my pleasure center.  I held myself against
him, barely breathing, moving myself gently back and forth on his belly,
feeling his penis between us, but transfixed by the maddeningly slow
advance of his fingers.  I wanted to yell out DADDY PLEASE!!!!  But, I kept
quiet.  My heart slammed in my chest.  I watched my father.  He stared into
my eyes.  I tried to telegraph TAKE ME into his eyes.  I panted, mouth
slightly open.
   His fingers began to separate my cheeks.  Then, finally, his right index
finger pushed against my sphincter.  I moaned.  He kept pushing.  His
finger was warm, thick, alive inside me.  So much better than my own, so
much better than vegetables or pencils or candles.  He pulled out and then
inserted two fingers.  Two!  When I tried to push myself against him, it
was daddy's turn to moan.  He buried his index and third fingers in my
anus, then fucked them in and out.
   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" I responded, moving harder against him.
   Still staring into my eyes, he asked, quietly, "More?"
   "YES!"
   Daddy extracted his fingers, pushed me off of him, stood up pulling me
up, and picked me up, almost jumping out of the tub.  He carried me to the
bed, laid me on my back and came on top of me kissing me fiercely.  I
grabbed at his body, maddened by lust.  I held his penis and pumped it.  He
quickly moved my hand away and rolled off of me.  He grabbed lotion and
spread my legs wide open.  Then, daddy put his head down between my legs.
He reached underneath me and lifted my butt off the bed some.
   Next I felt his fingers and then, oh god, his tongue.  "DADDY!" He
licked my butt and stuck his tongue deep inside me.  He slicked up my tight
hole.  Then he opened the lotion and pushed a lot inside me.  Then he put
the lotion on the outside of my bottom.
   Daddy moved up on his knees and held his penis with one hand, using the
other to lotion himself all up.
   Looking down at me with a little smile, he said very quietly, "Do you
really want this, Kimmie?"
   Catching his seriousness, I understood that he required a serious
answer. "Yes, daddy.  I do.  I want to feel your big penis all inside me.
Put it in my bottom, please."
   "Jesus, Kimmie.  I can't believe this." He stroked his penis and for a
minute I worried that he wouldn't do it.  I spread my legs open and said,
"Please, daddy, PLEASE put it in my butt!"
   "Holy shit," he muttered as he moved forward to push against my hole.
   He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under my butt to get a better angle.
He played the thick mushroom tip of his penis slowly in and out until my
butt opened around it.  Finally, the corona disappeared all the way inside
me.
   "Uuuf!" I exclaimed.  "OOOOH, daddy, yes!"
   "Oh god, Kimmie, I'm fucking my little girl!  I can't believe this.  You
feel so good, baby.  Jesus, you're so tight."
   Daddy worked slowly back and forth as he fed more of his long thick
daddy meat inside me.  As his penis entered me, he rubbed a spot inside me
that I always knew was there and just hadn't ever been touched.  I felt
something deep inside me starting to flutter.  I was desperate to feel more
of that feeling.  I began pushing against him as hard as I could.  He
leaned forward as his entire phallus buried inside me, resting his weight
on his arms over me.  I grabbed his forearms and pulled against him,
encouraging him to move faster, harder.
   He created a rhythm, maybe ten hard fast strokes and then he would bury
himself and pause, leaning down to kiss me, and to feel the incredible
sensation of our bodies connected in the most nasty and intimate way.  When
he stopped, I could feel our bodies pulsing against each other.  He kissed
me, then sucked my nipples.  I felt the feeling magnify.  I humped against
him.
   "Don't stop, daddy!  Let's keep doing this as long as we can, please!"
   The feeling kept getting more intense and I was crawling out of my skin.
   "Fuck, baby, you're gripping me so hard, are you cumming?" My father
gasped as he fucked me.
   "I don't know what's happening, OH GOD DADDY!  More!  Do it more!"
   He fucked me harder and faster, slamming into my butt so hard I would
feel bruised later.  I could feel the orgasm rolling over us, coming from
that deep place of hunger and need and desire that was being born as we lay
in lust and incestuous passion together, my father and I.
   "Touch yourself, Kimmie!  I am not going to last much longer.  Give me
everything you've got, little girl!"
   Daddy's long, strong strokes filled me with heat and hunger and my
fingers touched my pearl, igniting another layer of sensation.  I started
to cum as soon as my distended clitoris felt the direct stimulation of my
finger.  I alternated shoving fingers inside my cunt and rubbing my clitty.
I began growling, grunting, screaming as daddy reared up against me and
said, "Here you go, little girl!  Take my seed!  Take your father's seed!"
   "Ah ah ah ah!  Hnnnnnn!  Gawwwwwwwwwwwwd!" I managed as his seed filled
my butt.
   The orgasm crested then wrapped each of us in a long, slow, delicious
descent into sated near oblivion.  Daddy gently laid down on top of me,
allowing his penis to slide out of me.  I moaned and held him, wrapping my
legs around him.  He held me tightly in response to my clinging.  I cried
then, realizing that this day was our goodbye day.
   He realized my angst and teared up, too.  We held each other as I
continued to cry.  "Too much, daddy, it's too much.  This was so good and
now you're leaving me and mom.  I won't ever see you again.  You gave me
this and now you are going.  Why can't you stay?  Why can't you and I be
together?  Why can't you stop drinking and take me away somewhere with you,
just us, daddy?  How can you do this with me and then just LEAVE?" I got
more desperate as I asked more questions.
   He kissed my face and stroked my cheek, now crying openly too.  Emotions
were not a thing I'd ever seen my dad display.
   "Jesus, Kimmie, I am so sorry.  I've been a horrible father and a rotten
husband.  I don't love your mother.  When Martha came to town, it was so
easy to just get caught up in the history we shared.  I could have left,
gone to marry her.  But...after this....now..."
   The look in his face was tortured.
   "You can't leave me, daddy.  Please say that you can't.  Please love me
enough to not leave me.  Or, let's both go.  If I had to choose, I'd choose
you, daddy, and -- and not just because of today.  Just please don't drink
so much, daddy.  I don't want to be scared all the time!"
   Crying more again, I curled up against him and my father held me, this
time very much like a father comforting his child.  He rocked me and held
me and said over and over, "We'll figure this out, Kimmie.  We will.  I
won't leave you.  I won't leave you alone."
   I had started to shiver again, from the emotional upset.  Daddy got up
and came back with a warm wet cloth and a couple of towels.  He wiped the
cum and lotion and dried off our sweaty bodies then had me stand while he
pulled back the covers.  I got in and he covered us both back up.  I began
to feel drowsy and nodded off.
   I woke up with a knock on the door.  My father was dressed in a robe and
he accepted the food and paid the hotel guy.  He brought the tray back to
the bed and I gratefully sat up and put on the robe he offered then got
very involved in eating soup, salad, and a huge burger, which I washed down
with a big glass of chocolate milk.  Daddy ate a burger and soup, too, and
didn't drink anything other than chocolate milk.  When I got up to pee, I
surreptitiously looked around for beer cans.  I was amazed that I didn't
see any.
   I came back to the bed from where daddy had moved the dishes.  "Get up
here and let's talk, sister."
   I sat on the bed facing him and he leaned in to kiss me then he held my
hands as he started to talk.  "Kimmie, I don't know how to quickly fix what
I've fucked up.  Here's what I do know.  I drink when I'm miserable.  Being
married to your mom makes me fairly miserable.  I need to be divorced from
her and she and I need to not live together with her.  However, I also need
to NOT make your and my lives more complicated by marrying Martha.  I will
talk with Martha and send her back to North Dakota with a huge apology just
as soon as we get back to town.  That just leaves us -- you and me -- with
having to figure out how to keep ourselves together without getting me
arrested and you taken away from me.  Assuming, that is, that you are
interested in continuing to be umm, my lover in addition to being my child.
I know that's a lot to put on you, but I guess I just am trying to be as
clear with you as I can."
   Daddy's hands gripped mine and I pulled them up to my face, brushing his
skin against my cheeks.  "So, if you don't marry Martha and just divorce
mom, then I get to choose who I live with, don't I, daddy?  If I choose
you, I don't have to justify anything, do I?"
   He looked at me for a minute as it dawned on him that our situation was
really not so complicated as it seemed when he got rid of Martha as an
entanglement.  A grin on his face, small, but a grin, emerged.  "I have a
very smart daughter.  You are correct.  14 is the age when kids get to
choose with which parent they live."
   Beaming, I said, "Fine.  I choose you.  When are we getting divorced?"
   Before he spoke, I said, "But, daddy, I think we need to get you some
help about the alcohol.  You've been a big drinker at least all of my
life."
   He handed me a piece of paper that had a name and a time on it.  "I
called Dr.  Biglin while you were asleep.  This is a shrink who specializes
in addiction therapy.  I have an appointment tomorrow at 4 o'clock."
   I jumped on daddy and pushed him back on the bed.  Lying on top of him,
I kissed his face, and soon, our tongues were dancing.  I came up for air
long enough to say, "Daddy, you know that I'm a virgin, don't you?  I think
that you had better make me yours right now.  I've only ever put things in
my butt.  I don't even know what it FEELS like to have something in my
vagina."
   "Jesus Christ, Kimmie..." he said and then I moved down his belly to his
penis and started to lick it.  He didn't talk then, just moaned and
groaned. When I first took it into my mouth, I couldn't believe how soft
the skin was!  Smooth and soft covering a hard thing.  I loved that.  I
sucked and licked and kissed and sucked a lot more.  Soon, daddy's hands
began to guide me, teaching me how to please him.  He fed me more of his
penis and I felt it at the back of my throat and remembered reading about
that deep throating thing.  I wanted to do it but daddy wouldn't let me.  I
let him show me what he wanted and soon, he groaned and said, "We have all
kinds of time for this, honey.  But my baby wants her daddy to pop her
cherry, so come on back up here."
   I stretched out on top of him and he said, "Would you like to be on top,
Kimmie?"
   I sat up and rubbed against his penis, cocking my head and mulling.  My
hair was all over my shoulders and I stopped to braid it to get it out of
the way.  "You mean ride you, daddy?  No, I think I want you to be on top."
   "You could also be on your knees and I could be behind you," he offered.
   I thought about that, too and decided that I wanted to watch him and to
be able to touch him, then told him so.
   "Okay, Kimmie.  Baby, you don't get your period yet, do you?"
   "You know I don't, daddy." I was embarrassed by this fact, as I was a
late bloomer and all of my friends were menstruating already.  But,
realizing that it meant we were safe from any chance of impregnation made
both of us feel good.  Incest with one another was lovely, but even at 14,
I already was clear that I wanted to have no kids.
   "Good, baby, I'm glad."
   Now daddy slid down my belly and this time, his tongue found my girl
parts.  His tongue entered me again and soon I was bucking into him, crying
for more.  I was drenched.  Daddy moved back up between my legs, spreading
them with his own.  He held his penis against my vaginal opening and teased
my clitoris with it.  "Oooh, that feels so nice.  Your penis is hot, daddy,
it feels so nice."
   He was dripping a lot of precum, too, which he smeared all over his
shaft.  "Okay, honey, I'm going to break your hymen in one hard thrust. 
Then, I'll stay still inside you for a minute, then begin to move slowly.
It was smart a bit, but you'll be fine.  Just tell me how you feel. 
Kimmie, honey, I love you.  I love you more than I ever though possible.  I
am so proud to be your father," he said as he bored down with one fast deep
thrust and broke through my maidenhead.
   "ACK!  Ouch!  Ooooooooh...." I moaned.  I felt invaded, filled, a vast
intruding body was so huge inside me.  I tried to relax to give him room to
move.  As soon as he did move, my brain began processing the feeling. 
Good, very good.
   "Oh, yes, oooh, YES, daddy.  That is sooo nice.  Thrust more, please."
   "Christ, Kimmie, you're so tight around me.  I may not be able to last
very long.  Baby, you're mine now.  You are from my seed and now, I will
give it to you as a lover.  You're incredible.  I will be the best man I
can for you, always.  I love you."
   My daddy had never said he loved me easily.  Every time he said the
words as he made love to me, I felt myself expand and soar.  His phallus
inside me, connecting us...it felt so RIGHT.
   "I love you, too, daddy.  Give it to me, daddy.  Give me your penis,
give me your seed, make me cum again, daddy!"
   I put my hands on his butt cheeks and loved feeling his muscles flexing
as he impaled me again and again.  I spread myself so wide open for him,
wanting to take every bit of him possible.
   I felt it again, the deep fluttering thing that grew slowly as he hit
the right spot.  As it built, I grew wilder, scratching his back, babbling
to him.  "Bite me, daddy!  Bite me!"
   He leaned down to my nipples and nibbled HARD.  He continued to fuck me
harder.  I reached to his chest and touched his nipples and he grunted so I
touched them harder, gripping his pecs with my whole hands, squeezing. 
"Yes!  Do that, Kimmie.  Hard!" I then squeezed his nipples hard and again,
this triggered his harder motion in me.  He leaned forward and chewed a
little on my breast, the skin, not the nipple.  The pain sent zinging
awesomeness to my groin.  I moaned "YESSSS!"
   Each learning that the other was enjoying a little pain mixed with the
building pleasure, we began trying to find other ways to combine
sensations. When we kissed, I bit his lip.  He looked at me and slapped my
cheek, not too hard, just testing.  I gushed wet.  I clawed his back.  He
rammed harder into me.
   When he squeezed one nipple with his fingers and bit my neck at the same
time, that flutter inside me became a crashing wave that washed over me.  I
felt my body contracting on him and his eyes flew wide open.  He lifted up
on his arms again and pounded me with single minded force.  I gripped his
forearms and dug my fingers in, screaming as he rutted.
   "Take my gift, daughter!  Take daddy's fucking cum!"
   He shuttered and slammed as his penis spewed daddy seed inside me.  He
collapsed on top of me.  We were both spent.  And we fell asleep.  The
night took us away to dream....of a day and a future that neither of us
could have begun to imagine when we set out for the snow mobile races.
   
  
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