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 Unwrapping Mischa
   [Mf, ws, inc]
   Chapter 1: Taking Out the Garbage
   Mischa skipped out of the school bus and headed towards the house that
she¡¯d lived in for all of her fourteen years.  She¡¯d just finished the
last day at school before the Christmas holidays and her report card was
very good.  She couldn¡¯t wait to show it to mom and dad.  There was a car
she didn¡¯t recognize parked outside and when she got closer to the door
she could hear people shouting inside.
   ¡°You can have your fucking girlfriend!¡+/- her dad shouted.  ¡°Just get
out of this house.¡+/¡°You can¡¯t throw me out!¡+/- her mom yelled back.
   ¡°Can¡¯t I?  This was my house before we got married!¡+/¡°Come on, babe.
Let¡¯s go to my place.¡+/- The voice belonged to a woman Mischa had never
heard before.
   The door opened and Mischa¡¯s mom stormed out with an armful of clothes
in hand, closely followed by the apparent owner of the mysterious voice. 
She stopped when she saw Mischa.
   ¡°Oh Baby,¡+/- her mom whimpered.  ¡°Your dad has thrown us out.¡+/¡°Go
in and pack your bags,¡+/- the woman said to Mischa.  ¡°There¡¯s a spare
room at my place for you.¡+/¡°Mischa isn¡¯t going anywhere.¡+/- Dad stepped
out and put his arm around Mischa¡¯s shoulders.  ¡°My Baby isn¡¯t going to
live with a couple of goddamn lesbians.¡+/¡°This may be your house,¡+/- mom
yelled, ¡°but Mischa is my daughter, John.¡+/¡°Yes and I¡¯m her father, you
stupid bitch!  She needs a normal parent to raise her.  And she doesn¡¯t
need to know about all the guys you fucked around with, before you got a
taste for pussy!  Well what do you know, finally something we have in
common¡­¡+/¡°Come on Mischa,¡+/- mom said.  ¡°If I can¡¯t stay here,
neither can you.¡+/¡°Daddy?¡+/- Mischa turned to her dad¡ªher eyes already
beginning to tear up.
   ¡°Just go inside, Sweetie.  This is still your home.¡+/-
   John turned to Mischa¡¯s mom.  ¡°And if I see you or your bitch around
here again I¡¯ll call the cops.  Now fuck off!¡+/- John ushered Mischa
inside the house and looked at her sweet face that was now bursting into
tears.
   ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, Sweetie,¡+/- he said.  ¡°I¡¯ve always known she was
cheating on me, but I couldn¡¯t throw her out because I knew it might mean
losing you.¡+/- He sat down at the kitchen table and placed his arm around
his daughter¡¯s waist.  Today when I came home early I found them in the
bedroom having a lesbian orgy.  You know what that means?¡+/¡°I think
so.¡+/¡°All I could think about was you coming home and seeing it.  I
couldn¡¯t take it anymore.  I always thought she was screwing every man in
town, but maybe it was their wives that she was doing.  I wanted to tell
her to go but I couldn¡¯t risk her taking you away.  You¡¯re my most
precious possession, Mischa.¡+/¡°Oh Daddy,¡+/- Mischa sobbed and hugged him
back.  ¡°Do I have to move in with mom and that stupid woman now?¡+/John
smiled at her.  ¡°Not unless you want to.  You can live wherever you want,
but I really want you to stay here with me.¡+/Mischa hugged her daddy and
went to change out of her school clothes.  Neither of them felt like
cooking so they got a pizza delivered and spent the night watching TV.  The
next couple of days were bizarre.  Mischa¡¯s mom showed up and moved her
stuff out of the house.  She kept pleading with Mischa to come with her, as
her lover had a big house, but Mischa didn¡¯t want any part of it.  She and
her mom hadn¡¯t had a decent relationship for several years and finally
knowing what her mom had been doing to her father all these years made
Mischa hate her.  She adored her father, and anyone who messed with him was
messing with her too!
   On Christmas Eve, she was out shopping with her older cousin Sarah. 
Sarah was spending Christmas with her fianc"- and she wanted to buy some
sexy underwear to wear on Christmas morning as her gift to him.
   Mischa browsed the lingerie shop and started picking up sexy little
things.  She said to herself that she only wanted to try them on to see how
they felt.  She tried on several revealing bra and panty sets and then she
found herself staring at her body in a purple, sheer Babydoll nightie.  Her
5¡ä2¡å frame that had been skinny and straight just a few months ago now
had curves in all the right places.  Her ass was softly rounded, her belly
had a tiny bulge to it and her a-cup titties were firm and crowned by
little pink nipples.  The material of the Baby doll didn¡¯t hide anything,
lifting her titties to prominence and making it obvious that she had very
little hair on her pussy mound.  A thought popped into her head.  She
wanted to wear this for her daddy at Christmas.
   She immediately shook her head and tried to think of other things, but
her daddy¡¯s face kept popping up.  He was 49 and his body was still in
good shape.  His face was sweet and angular with green eyes and brown hair
that barely harbored a single strand of grey.  His 5¡¯10¡+/- frame was just
chubby enough to make him huggably soft.  She blushed as she imagined the
bulge that she sometimes saw in Daddy¡¯s jeans.
   Mischa bought the Babydoll nightie and some other lingerie.  Sarah
dropped her off at her house.  Her dad was already there when she came home
so she hurried into her bedroom with her goodies and then joined him in the
kitchen.  All night she looked at him in a new light.  He was such a
handsome man.  His smile went straight to her heart and every time he
touched her, she thought of her plan, and that sent a bolt of lightning to
her little twat.  She¡¯d never been with a boy before, never even kissed
one, but she knew what the unfamiliar wetness meant.  She was horny for her
daddy.  But how did he feel about her?  How would he react if she tried to
seduce him?  He would be shocked for sure, but would he turn her away?  She
had to try anyway- she had to show her daddy how much he meant to her.
   They spent a cozy Christmas Eve together, and as they watched ¡°It¡¯s a
Wonderful Life¡+/- for probably the fourteenth year in a row.  As she
watched, she formulated her plan.  She would give Daddy a Christmas gift
he¡¯d never before imagined¡­ or maybe he had¡­ so she fantasized.
   Chapter 2: The Gift
   On Christmas morning Mischa and her dad sat on the floor next to the
tree, opening their gifts.  John had been really generous, hoping to partly
make up for her mother¡¯s betrayal.  When they¡¯d finished opening all the
presents Mischa gave her dad a big hug.  ¡°Thank you, Daddy,¡+/- she
smiled, ¡°This has been the best Christmas ever.¡+/¡°I¡¯m sorry your mom
wasn¡¯t here to celebrate it with you, Honey.¡+/¡°I¡¯m not.  I¡¯m glad
it¡¯s just the two of us, Daddy, because I still have one special gift for
you to unwrap,¡+/- Mischa said with a wicked little smile.
   John took a slow gaze around the room for some unopened box.  He saw
nothing.  ¡°Oh, goodie!  Where is it, Pumpkin?¡+/Mischa smiled, ¡°It¡¯s the
biggest thing I¡¯ve ever given anyone so I¡¯m really nervous.  You¡¯re
either really going to love it, or your going to hate it.¡+/¡(R)Hate it?¡¯
he thought¡­ ¡°You don¡¯t have to be nervous with me, Sweetheart.  I know
I¡¯ll love it, whatever it is.¡+/¡°I really, really hope so, Daddy.  I want
so much for you to love it.¡+/- She might have placed a little too much
emphasis on the word ¡(R)it¡¯.  ¡°Now, make yourself comfortable here while
I go and get it.  Be patient.  I have to wrap it first.¡+/¡°You really
don¡¯t have to give me anything big.  You are on an allowance you know,¡+/-
he said and grinned.
   Mischa smiled back as she practically trotted toward her bedroom.  She
shook as she put on the purple babydoll and tiny panties in the same sheer
material.  She ran her fingers through her shoulder length brunette hair.
Her brown eyes inspected the young sexy vixen in the mirror.  This was it.
Today would either be the best day of her life, or she¡¯d be packing her
bags to go live with her mom and her lesbian lover.
   ¡°Close your eyes, Daddy!¡+/- she called out as she got nearer the
living room.  She slowly entered the room and looked at her dad on the
sofa. He was so handsome and so sexy at that moment.  Would he like what he
saw?  Would the image of her in this sheer outfit, with the light from the
window behind her, turn him on like she hoped it would?  Or would he look
at her firm breasts and her hard nipples and be disgusted that his little
girl thought she could seduce him?
   ¡°Open your eyes,¡+/- she said softly as she watched for his reaction.
   Her dad opened his eyes and took several long seconds to take her all
in. He looked up into Mischa¡¯s radiant face and saw her smile.  Then he
slowly moved his eyes the length of her body, stopping at her perfectly
shaped breasts peeking through a gorgeous purple nightie top, her thin
waist, her luscious hips, her smooth mound, her shapely legs in
candy-striped purple knee socks- her tiny feet.  It was hard to see clearly
with the back lighting but he could imagine well enough to fill in the dim
areas.  He looked into her eyes again, ¡°Oh Baby¡­¡+/- he started.
   ¡°Daddy?¡+/- she replied softly.
   ¡°God, you are so beautiful.¡+/¡°It¡¯s all for you, Dad.¡+/¡°What¡¯s all
for me, Honey?¡+/¡°This is my Christmas gift to you.  Please unwrap me,
Daddy.¡+/¡°You¡¯re giving me a look at your body for Christmas?¡+/- he said
with confusion and excitement.  ¡°It¡¯s the most beautiful gift I can
imagine, Honey!¡+/¡°Not exactly, Daddy.  I¡¯m giving you all of me- my
body, my love¡­ and my virginity.¡+/¡°Mischa, my heart is pounding out of
my chest.  You¡¯re trying to give me a heart attack, aren¡¯t you?¡+/¡°NOOOO
Daddy!¡+/- she wailed, ¡°I want you to take me!¡+/- She put a pouty look on
her face and pretended to stomp her foot.
   ¡°Is this for real?¡+/¡°Yes Daddy.  Can you take me to your room now?  I
really can¡¯t wait much longer.¡+/¡°You understand this is something they
would hang me for if we got caught, don¡¯t you?  If you get mad at me
someday and tell somebody, I¡¯m a dead man.¡+/¡°Daddy, you¡¯re the man I
love with all my heart.  I¡¯ve felt this way for as long as I can remember.
A long time before I even knew what sex was, I wanted to hold you
naked.¡+/¡°But I¡¯d be taking advantage of you.¡+/¡°No Daddy, you would
only be taking advantage of me if I didn¡¯t want it.  And I want this more
than anything I ever wanted in my life.  There¡¯s nothing stopping us. 
Today we¡¯re just a guy and a girl who love each other.  And I want so much
for you to love me.¡+/¡°I¡¯ve always loved you, Baby.¡+/¡°Daddy, you¡¯ve
always loved me like a daughter.  From now on I want you to love me like a
lover.  Don¡¯t you feel anything sexual for me?¡+/- she said, coyly moving
a little closer toward him.
   ¡°Are you kidding?  You¡¯re the sexiest thing I see every day, since
your butt started filling out a couple of years ago.  And today you've
already fulfilled one of my dearest fantasies.¡+/¡°You have fantasies?...
Of me?¡+/- she moved a little closer.
   ¡°Yes, Sweetie.  My fantasies¡­ of you.  Why do you think I never left
your mom?  I had to be near you.  I had to see you every day.  I couldn¡¯t
risk loosing you, but now after I caught your mom the other day, I think
she doesn¡¯t have a snowball¡¯s chance in hell of taking you away from
me.¡+/¡°That makes me feel much better, Daddy.  I¡¯ve been scared she could
come and take me from here.  I¡¯d die if I couldn¡¯t be with
you.¡+/¡°Sweetie, I knew it was wrong for me to think of you sexually, but
I couldn¡¯t bear the thought of not being near you.  And when I¡¯m with
you, you turn me on more than anyone ever has.  Until now, I was content to
just fantasize about you and let you be a normal kid.¡+/¡°Oh, Daddy¡­¡+/-
Mischa closed the gap between them and sat down across his lap.  He wrapped
his arms around her and pulled her to his chest.  Her left breast was
squashed against his chest and she could feel his erection against her left
thigh.  Then he pushed her away holding her by the shoulders.
   ¡°Babe,¡+/- he said, ¡°you act so sexy¡­ you¡¯ve never had sex
before?¡+/¡°No Daddy.  I¡¯m really still a virgin.  I want you to be my
first lover because I know you won¡¯t hurt me.¡+/¡°Oh my beautiful Baby,
Mischa!  Of course I could never hurt you.  But I have to tell you, I¡¯m so
horny now I don¡¯t think I could stop, even if you changed your
mind.¡+/¡°I¡¯m not changing my mind.  I want you Daddy.  Take me and make
love to me¡­ now!¡+/He smiled back at this pubescent girl sitting on him.
He¡¯d brought her up from birth; now she was to be his lover.  ¡°First, let
me unwrap my gift.¡+/-
   She got up from his lap and stood in front of him- he got down on his
knees.  With the skill of a surgeon, he began to unwrap Mischa.  He slowly
pulled the babydoll over her head and leaned forward to give her a peck on
the mouth.  She placed her arms around his neck and began to kiss him
hotly. After a long kiss, he lowered his head and sucked on one of her
erect nipples.  While one hand explored her butt cheeks, his other hand
cupped her titty as he sucked and nibbled on her wonderful fruits.  Then he
slid his thumbs inside her panties and pulled them down, stopping briefly
to kiss the mound of her naked pussy.
   Mischa threw her head back, with eyes closed and mouth open¡ªsucking in
air as he kissed and nibbled the meat just above her clit.  His hands ran
the length of her body.  As he carefully examined her petite frame,
starting at her beautiful flawless legs, with both hands encircling her
left thigh, he felt something drip on the back of his left hand.  Then he
realized that his daughter¡¯s pussy was so wet it was dripping on him.  He
cupped his hand and gently dragged his fingers up the lips of her young
pussy, collecting a teaspoon of her essence.  He looked up at her with
puppy eyes and slowly lapped up the liquid while she watched.  She saw what
appeared to be a chill come over her father¡¯s body as he closed his eyes
and enjoyed his mental orgasm.
   As he stood on his knees, her ripe titties were perfectly aligned with
his mouth.  So he dwelled there for a moment, nibbling at her nipples
again, before saying, ¡°I guess I¡¯m your present too- you want to unwrap
me now?¡+/Mischa undid his sash and pulled his robe off his shoulders.  He
stood up to allow her to finish.  He was only wearing shorts underneath and
she sighed happily as she saw the tent in them and the saturated spot on
top.  She pulled them off and gasped in delight when his full size was
liberated.  She had nothing to compare it with, but she¡¯d seen her
girlfriends¡¯ dildos and he compared favorably with those.  She guessed it
would be a tight fit, but she trusted him to take it easy.
   ¡°Come with me, Daddy.¡+/- He stepped out of his shorts and took
Mischa¡¯s hand.  He lifted her up into his arms and carried her tiny
near-naked body to his bedroom with the head of his dick brushing the small
of her back as he walked.  His king bed was covered in yellow satin sheets.
He sat down on the edge and stood Mischa in front of him.
   ¡°What do you call that?¡+/- pointing to her crotch.
   Mischa giggled at such a question, ¡°I used to call it my ¡(R)pee pee¡¯
but Sarah said guys like to call it a ¡(R)pussy¡¯ soooo now I call it
¡(R)Mr.  Pussy¡¯.¡+/¡°Mr.  Pussy?  Not Miss Pussy?¡+/¡°It¡¯s kind of sexy
thinking of it being a guy down there.¡+/¡°Makes sense, I guess,¡+/- dad
said.  ¡°OK, do you know what it means for a guy to ¡(R)eat a girl¡¯s
pussy¡¯?¡+/¡°Awesome!  Yes!  Sarah told me all about it one time.  She said
it¡¯s incredible.  Can you eat my pussy, Daddy?¡+/¡°Remind me to thank
Sarah sometime.  No, forget I said that.  Mischa, you have no idea how many
times I¡¯ve fantasized about eating your pussy!
   ¡°You have?...  YOU HAVE?  Bad Daddy!  Bad!¡+/- The gears inside
Mischa¡¯s head shifted into silly mode, ¡°How could you think about doing
something like that to your own daughter, and then NOT actually do it?  Do
you have any idea how much I¡¯ve suffered waiting for you to come into my
room at night and molest me?¡+/- she said, grinning ear-to-ear.
   ¡°Honey, I¡¯m sorry if I¡¯ve neglected you.  I guess we¡¯ll have to work
double time to make up for it.  OR we could call Child Protective Services
and you can lodge a complaint with them regarding insufficient
molesting.¡+/U¡°Hee, hee!¡+/- she giggled at his counter whit.
   ¡°OK, so lay down on your back and let Daddy lick your incredibly cute
little pussy until you beg for mercy, you naughty girl.¡+/She laid down
with her legs shyly clamped together.  Her dad started between her breasts
with his tongue and worked his way down her body.  He diverted over to each
hip bone and licked them softly, then backed up to lick her belly, and
wiggled his tongue in her belly button.  He stopped again at her pubic
mound and sucked as much of it as he could into his mouth and gently
nibbled at it.  He licked the cracks that formed between her legs and her
crotch, always avoiding her sweet spot.  After savoring the fringes of the
near hairless ¡(R)Mr.  Pussy¡¯ for awhile, he parted her legs wide, opening
up her wet hole for inspection with his thumbs.  All he could say was, ¡°Oh
god¡+/- and he buried his face in her.
   Mischa cried with pleasure as her daddy¡¯s face came into contact with
her pussy for the first time.  Now, one of HER fantasies had been
fulfilled. She felt his face against her soft folds and savored every
moment.
   He was ravenous for her so he didn¡¯t waste any time.  As he started
lapping up her juices; he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his
tongue back and forth across it.  Mischa had to hold onto the sheets as he
raised her ass up a little and started tongue-fucking her.  He curled his
tongue behind her maidenhead and tugged at it.  He had never eaten a virgin
and this was a treat to savor.
   She didn¡¯t know how long she¡¯d be able to take this sweet torture.  He
nibbled at her clit as he dipped a finger in her virgin hole.  He continued
sucking her clit for awhile, slipping a single finger in and out of her
pussy as he went.  Then he pulled his finger out again, replacing it with
his tongue.  She felt him wetting her ass hole with her own juice, and with
pussy juice trickling down her crack anyway, he took his thumb and slowly,
gently pressed it into her ass.
   That proved to be the last straw.  His nose was putting pressure against
her clit, his tongue was fucking her and his thumb was two inches into her
butt.  Her ass gyrated, making his nose rub her clit.  She cried out as she
gave into the pleasure.  Her hands released the sheets, grabbed his hair,
and pulled his face hard into her pussy cutting off his air supply.  Her
body shivered as her first orgasm with her daddy ripped through her.
   He lifted her petite ass into the air half a foot while curling his
thumb in her ass to form a clamp on her tailbone.  Had she been on her
belly, he could have picked her off the ground one-fingered.
   This feeling of being impaled on Daddy¡¯s thumb drove her to ecstasy. 
Her thighs clamped down on her dad¡¯s head to the point where he could
hardly hear her moan.  John¡¯s tongue didn¡¯t let go of her clit until her
orgasm started to ebb.
   John crawled up next to his girl and kissed her.  ¡°Did you enjoy your
first orgasm with Daddy, Baby?¡+/¡°Oh god, yes Daddy,¡+/- she sighed
happily, ¡°but forgive me in advance if someday I accidentally crush your
head between my legs during a climax, OK?¡+/¡°I can¡¯t think of a better
way to die¡­ Feel my dick, Sweetie.¡+/-
   She wrapped her hand around it.
   ¡°See how hard it is?¡+/¡°Oh yes, Daddy.¡+/¡°It¡¯s aching to be inside
you, Baby.¡+/¡°Daddy, hurry!¡+/- then Mischa leaned in toward his ear and
said in a sweet whisper, ¡°Please fuck me now, Daddy.¡+/He rolled on top of
her, pinning her down with part of his weight.  He pulled her legs apart
again and then leaned forward to kiss her deeply.  As they kissed, Mischa
felt her ass cheeks clenching from the pressure of his hard dick on her
slit.  She moved her hips and felt her pussy lips parting around his shaft.
   He paused for a moment saying, ¡°I just want you to know that you are
the most perfect daughter a father could ever hope for.¡+/He started
working his dick in and out a half inch at first.  She felt tight but as
his dick got wetter and he slowly increased the stroke, the pressure she
felt was suddenly gone and her father¡¯s dick popped into her another two
inches.  John never broke his stride.  He kept slowly increasing the depth
of his stroke until he felt his head touch his little girl¡¯s cervix.  She
could feel it too and she was aching for Daddy to pick up the pace and fuck
her harder, but he kept up the torturously slow pace- finally stopping to
kiss her gently.
   She didn¡¯t know how long they kept that up with his cock buried all the
way in her.  She got used to his size and now she wanted more.  Her ass
started gyrating in small orbits and he wasn¡¯t slow on the uptake.  He
changed rhythm by pulling out halfway and then shoving back inside faster.
He repeated the action, faster this time.  Each time he pulled out a bit
further and shoved back a bit harder, and each time he banged her clit and
her cervix a bit harder.
   Mischa was on fire for her daddy.  He was kneading her titties as he
fucked her.  She could hear the squishy sounds of his cock slamming into
her dripping pussy.  She could smell their union.  And she could feel her
second orgasm approaching.  She stopped her dad and flipped him onto his
back.  Climbing onto him, she sat down on his dick, arched her back so that
her hands were on the bed, then started pumping him in wild jerks.
   ¡°Daddy,¡+/- she panted.  ¡°I¡¯m gonna¡­ cum again!¡+/¡°Oh Mischa, cum
again for Daddy.  Cum while your daddy fucks you, Baby.¡+/With a squeal of
ecstasy, her body convulsed on his.  He held onto her legs and kept fucking
her in rhythm to her jerks, even as her pussy gripped his cock tighter than
before.  He kept pumping her inexperienced hole and she slammed her tight
ass down on him.  These new feelings possessed her in ways she¡¯d never
imagined.
   ¡°Oh god, Daddy!  Fuck me!  Eat me!  Cum in me!¡+/- Sarah had told her
about talking dirty during sex and Mischa found it to be a real turn on.
   After a time, as she came down off her high, she felt a rush of
disappointment realizing her daddy hadn¡¯t cum yet.  ¡°You didn¡¯t cum, did
you?  Did I do something wrong?¡+/- she asked as she kept on pumping at a
slowed pace.
   ¡°No, no Baby,¡+/- he panted back, trying to catch his breath.
   ¡°But you didn¡¯t cum, did you?  Please tell me I didn¡¯t miss
it!¡+/¡°No, you haven¡¯t missed anything, but do you remember earlier in
the living room when I licked your pussy juice off my fingers?¡+/¡°Yes,¡+/-
Mischa said with a puzzled look.
   ¡°When I tasted your pussy juice, I came in my underwear, Sweetie.  No
one has ever made me do that, not ever.¡+/- He smiled and held her ass
tightly to him, keeping her impaled.  ¡°So for a guy, it takes longer to
cum the second time.  It¡¯s a good thing it happened, or I would have
cummed inside you after the first three strokes.¡+/He pulled out of her. 
¡°How about you get on your knees, Sweetie?¡+/She rolled over and presented
him with her butt.  He pushed her shoulders down a bit further so that her
wet hole was gaping at him.  His dick dwelled at her asshole for a time,
but he dared not go there for now.  He held her hip and again worked his
dick back into her, managing to get even deeper in this position than
before.  Mischa thought she could hardly breathe.  His cock filled her
completely, but the discomfort translated to pleasure in her mind.
   He grabbed hold of her breasts and lifted her up as he sat back on his
heels.  With her legs on the outside of his, she was now vertical again;
impaled on his dick.  John put one arm around her breasts holding and
kneading one, while his other hand cupped her belly.  He imagined her
immature uterus in his hand; his baby growing inside it- another of his
mind teasing fantasies of her.
   He looked straight down her spine to the small of her back perched over
her tiny but perfectly formed ass cheeks.  This situation felt surreal to
him.  Each time he closed eyes, he was unable to sustain the belief that
this was actually happening to him.  He kept thinking this was some kind of
dream he would hopefully never wake up from.  If it was a dream he would
certainly die of disappointment.  He reopened his eyes, ran his hands up
her sides, across her breasts, and back down to her hips, in an attempt to
convince himself of his foggy reality.  He was temporarily satisfied that
he was among the living and wide awake.
   Mischa¡¯s knees were parted just enough that she could get a hand to her
clit.
   As he coiled and uncoiled his hips, his dick slipped in and out of her
little belly.  He could feel her tummy bulge with each stroke, and he
wanted this feeling in his hand to last forever.  His dick was six inches
into the belly of his fourteen year old daughter.  This was the fantasy of
a lifetime come true.
   Now Mischa was cuming again- for a third time.  He kneaded her titties
and nibbled her neck.
   Upon looking to her right, Mischa caught their profile in the mirror. 
The sexy image of them in the mirror made her lust for this unholy union
flare, as her daddy pulled out of her and pushed back in, over and over.
   He placed her back onto her elbows and took hold of her hips
again¡ªwatching intently as his dick came and went from this criminally
young ass in front of him.  In a single lazy afternoon, he had fulfilled
nearly every sexual fantasy he had ever conceived of.
   John was grunting now with the effort he was putting into fucking her.
¡°Rub your clit, Honey!  I want you to cum with me as I fuck
you!¡+/Encouraged by his erotic words she rubbed herself vigorously.  Its
effect was near instantaneous.  She moaned out, as her fourth orgasm of the
morning started possessing her.  When her pussy was once again convulsing
and gripping his shaft tightly, he made one final deep slam and cried out
as he shot his hot load straight into her womb.  ¡°Oh god Baby!  I¡¯m
filling you with my cum!  Oh god!¡+/¡°Oh shit!  I can feel it, Daddy!  Fill
me up until I pop!¡+/- she squealed as her pussy was filled to overflowing
for the first time in her young life.
   She could feel herself milking Daddy¡¯s balls with her pussy sphincter,
and when he was all spent, they fell sideways onto the bed.  He held onto
her hips as they fell, keeping her impaled.  Once they were down, he pulled
her close to him, keeping his dick buried in her from behind.
   ¡°You were incredible.  Your body is so tiny, you¡¯re so perfect,¡+/- he
whispered against her hair as he kissed the back of her head.
   ¡°Daddy, this is the best Christmas I¡¯ve ever had!  When can we do it
again?¡+/He chuckled.  ¡°You¡¯re ready for more already?  After four
climaxes?¡+/¡°Are you kidding, Daddy?  I¡¯m not EVEN ready to
stop.¡+/¡°Well, I¡¯m an old man.  I need at least a few hours to recover
from your wonderful¡­ sweet¡­ curvaceous¡­ tiny¡­ juicy¡­ daughterly¡­
delicious pussy¡­ oh shit.  I think I¡¯m getting hard again just talking
about it!¡+/- he joked.
   ¡°Just one question Mischa: when did you learn to say words like
¡(R)fuck¡¯ and ¡(R)shit¡¯?¡+/-
   ¡°They¡¯re technical terms we learned at school.¡+/¡°Oh, yes.  Of
course¡­ Hey I just remembered a poem from a nursery rhyme book.
   I love little pussy So juicy and warm And if I don't hurt her She¡¯ll do
me no harm.  I'll not lick her hard Or drive her away Then pussy and I Very
gently will play.¡+/¡°That¡¯s not the way it goes, Daddy.¡+/¡°I know, but I
like it better that way.  It¡¯s more¡­ to the point.¡+/They cuddled up
together and slept for awhile.
   Chapter 3: A Brush with Reality
   Mischa woke up first.  She stood up on the bed quietly, walked up above
her dad¡¯s head and proceeded to sit down on his face.  She rubbed their
combined essence onto his nose, mouth and chin.  He opened his eyes to
realize she had pinned his shoulders to the bed under her shins, so alas,
what was a man to do but eat his way out of trouble?  With this vision of
beauty straddled over his face, he once again locked his hands onto her
hips and pulled her into him.  The dozen hairs on her pubic mound frolicked
on his nose.  He blew air into her pussy, and collage of her juice and his
ran out of her and into his mouth.  He didn¡¯t like the taste of cum but
the fact that it had spent the last hour marinating on the inside of his
young daughter¡¯s belly made it the nectar of the gods to him.
   They started another round.  They licked, and fucked, and sucked until
even Mischa could take no more.  The only Christmas lunch they had that day
was dick and pussy, and neither one wanted anything else.
   As they lay spent after the day¡¯s final wild fuck, Mischa spoke first,
¡°Hey old man, you¡¯re a lot tougher than I thought.  I really thought I
could wear you out first!¡+/¡°In you dreams girlie!¡+/¡°Now what will
happen?¡+/- she asked.
   ¡°What do you mean, Baby?¡+/¡°Well, we didn¡¯t use a condom.  I might be
pregnant.¡+/John smiled.  ¡°I wish.  I would love to make a baby inside of
you, but I had a vasectomy after you were born so I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s not
going to happen.  I hope you¡¯re not too disappointed.¡+/¡°Not at my age,
silly Daddy!  I have to finish college before I even think about babies.  I
want to be an engineer like you; you know¡­ maybe when I¡¯m 30 or
35.¡+/¡°Mischa, I guess you¡¯ll think I¡¯m completely stupid, but I wish we
could get married.¡+/¡°I¡¯ll marry you, Daddy, but people here know you¡¯re
my dad, so we can¡¯t do it here.¡+/¡°There¡¯s no place in the US that will
marry us at your age anymore¡ªunless you want to become residents of New
Hampshire, and you¡¯ll need parental consent¡­ I could give parental
consent, oh but then there¡¯s that nasty incest law.¡+/Mischa twisted her
face, ¡°How do you know all that?¡+/¡°Because I researched it awhile back,
during one of my fantasies of you.¡+/¡°You secretly wanted to marry me? 
You keep saying stuff that makes me horny again, Daddy.  Let¡¯s see.  I¡¯m
fourteen, and you¡¯re forty-nine.  I think I¡¯ll probably have fucked you
to death by the time I¡¯m sixteen.  Maybe then we can get married¡­
posthumously.¡+/¡°Silly daughter.  I¡¯ll wear out your sweet ass like a
cheap toaster!¡+/¡°Take your best shot, Daddy dearest!  My pussy is
self-renewing you know.¡+/With that they got up and headed for the
refrigerator to devour the rest of the Christmas Eve pizza.  That night
they slept together in Daddy¡¯s bed.  They were way too worn out to wake up
and start anything during the night.
   Chapter 4: The Oath
   The next morning, they woke up around eight.  John suggested they go hit
the shopping mall to see if they could pick up some bargains now that
Christmas was over.  They got ready and met in the kitchen for hot cereal.
Mischa collected the ingredients while her dad got down the bowls and pot.
   Dad had a serious look on his face, ¡°You know I¡¯ve been thinking. 
You¡¯re fourteen, so you know we are sitting on a powder keg here.  Outside
these walls, we HAVE to act like father and daughter.  If I accidentally
grab your ass, or if you slip up somehow, we could start a chain reaction
that would land me in jail and you in lesbo hell.¡+/¡°I know Daddy.  I lay
in bed this morning for a long time thinking about how I had to act normal.
Dad, you know they couldn¡¯t torture out of me what we¡¯ve done.  I love
you with all my heart, and I¡¯ll carry our secret to my grave.¡+/¡°I know
Baby, but I just had to bring it up with you.  It¡¯s not something we can
just ¡(R)hope for the best¡¯.¡+/- His face still carried a mask of deep
concern.
   ¡°Look Daddy, next time I¡¯m on my period, you can eat my pussy.  It¡¯ll
be like a ¡(R)blood oath of silence¡¯ sort-of-thing.  OK?¡+/Her attempt at
levity made him burst into laughter.  ¡°You know you¡¯re adopted,
right?¡+/Her tongue shot out at him.
   At that moment he fell more deeply in love with Mischa than he ever
thought possible.  This was an epiphany for him.  If he didn¡¯t do
something to fuck this up, he was going to spend the rest of his life
floating between heaven and paradise.
   When they got to the mall, they helped each other shop for clothes for
the upcoming spring season.  One thing they both kept a keen eye out for
was sexy stuff for her.
   John found a pair of panties for Mischa he couldn¡¯t pass up.  Writing
across the front of them said, ¡°It doesn¡¯t eat itself.¡+/- They both
lauged hysterically at the implication.
   Even when they checked out, the high school girl working as cashier
picked up the panties to scan them.  When she read them she burst out
laughing.
   They found a black leather top that exposed her midriff and matching
skirt that ran out of material about two inches below her twat.  When she
modeled it, he wanted to take her right there in the store, but then he
remembered the ¡(R)blood oath of silence¡¯ that Mischa contrived earlier
that morning.  There was plenty of time for messing around later in the
privacy of their home.
   Chapter 5: Fruit Salad
   When they arrived home, John started some lunch while Mischa ducked into
her bedroom.  She decided to maintain her room just as it was before, so as
not to arouse suspicion from any of her friends.  She hurried to slip on
the leather outfit she just bought.  She knew her dad would be crazy about
it.
   John called, ¡°Mischa, Honey.  I have lunch ready.  What are you up
to?¡+/Seconds later, she showed up at the kitchen door with the outfit on,
stopped and leaned on the door sill, then crossed her legs.
   John could see the ripple in the muscles of her slender legs.  Mischa
had a coy, cute little-girl look on her face.  Everything below her titties
to her waist was bare.  Her ¡(R)inny¡¯ belly button stood proudly above the
bulge in her tummy; that bulge that hid her uterus that he so much wanted
to crawl into and curl up inside of.  Her skirt was a perfect length- as
short as it could be without revealing anything as she walked.
   She picked up a banana from the counter and peeled it all the way down.
Then she started strolling forward, on into the kitchen.  When she got
about ten feet from her daddy, she paused, turned gracefully around,
spreading her feet apart, and bent over at the waist exposing her bare
pussy to him.
   John didn¡¯t know why this was even a surprise to him at this point,
given the past few days.  Smiling him in the face was her virtually
hairless, perfectly formed, fourteen year old pussy.  She reached up
between her legs, banana in hand, and with one hand started stuffing it
into her already wet pussy.  Her daddy stood there entranced at his
daughter¡¯s creativity and eroticism.  He was paralyzed- all he could do
was watch her as he felt his dick ooze.  Mischa kept stuffing inch after
inch.  She had now stuffed three-fourths of it inside her when it bottomed
out.
   He stepped over behind her, and wrapped one arm under her belly.  With
his other hand, he started helping push the remainder of the banana into
her pussy.  Mischa tensed her stomach muscles so that the pressure didn¡¯t
hurt so much.  It was getting quite uncomfortable as he forced the banana
already inside to yield to the force and crumple.  But this discomfort was
also pleasurable- one she had never experienced until now.  She was growing
to enjoy it more by the second.
   Her daddy used his thumb to press the last vestige of the fruit into
her. Save a few quiet moans of pleasure, she remained silent, waiting to
see how he would go about getting the banana out of her.
   John got down on his knees and buried his face in her pussy.  Her hole
would no longer close, her pussy was so full.  As she steadied herself with
her hands on her knees, he licked away while banana-flavored pussy juice
flowed out of her and down John¡¯s face.  He paused his assault on her clit
long enough to lick up as much of it as he could.  At this, she shivered
and squealed with a throbbing orgasm.
   Mischa thought, ¡(R)now how is he going to get that banana out of me so
he can fuck me?  I know he¡¯s dying to!  Well, he¡¯s an engineer.  He¡¯ll
think of something.  Oh, he¡¯s standing up.  Maybe he¡¯s going to cheat and
dig it out with his fingers, then fuck me.¡¯ Her daddy did just that,
except not in that order.  He dropped his pants to expose his painfully
hard dick.  The front of his underwear was soaked with his juice.  He stuck
his dick head up to her gapping pussy lips, and shoved in.
   Mischa moaned.  ¡°Oh my god!¡+/- She didn¡¯t expect him to fuck her with
her pussy already crammed full to bursting!  Deeper and deeper he managed
to jam his prick into her with each new stroke.  The volume of the banana
alone was already pushing the limit of her poor pussy.  Now some crazy guy
was trying to stuff his dick in there too.  The pain was pleasurable, and
the intense pleasure was painful.
   As he held onto her hips and fucked his daughter, he looked down on this
petite young ass, knowing it was full of unnatural objects, including her
father¡¯s dick.  His desire to fill the remaining volume of her insides
with his cum grew rapidly.
   At this point, as her orgasm was resurrected and slowly grew in
intensity like a hurricane, she thought about how much she loved her
father. How he had risked his job, his freedom, his very life to make her
feel this way¡­ like no other person on Earth possibly could.  No one else,
no where else, held the title of ¡(R)Daddy¡¯ to her, and it was that
uniqueness that drove her to near-insanity and simultaneous ecstasy.
   As her orgasm peaked, her daddy shot a load of cum into her stuffed
belly.  ¡°Oh god, Sweetie!  I love you so much.  Oh jesus, I¡¯m fucking my
own daughter.  Your pussy is unbelievable!¡+/- Exhaustion soon struck.  He
walked her over to the dining room table, and lay over on top of her,
holding her tight, running a hand under her top and resting it on her boob.
There they stayed for another five minutes...  his dick growing soft in her
belly.
   Later, Mischa lay down across the kitchen table on her back, with her
daddy in a chair between her legs.  She propped her feet on his shoulders
and let him do his work.  With the calculated skill of an engineer, he
reached into her sweet pussy with two fingers, and started retrieving bits
of cum-soaked pur"-ed banana.  As he removed a chunk, he popped it into his
mouth and ate it.  He removed the next and popped it into Mischa¡¯s mouth.
He said, ¡°You know, when I picked the bananas up at the grocery today, I
didn¡¯t expect them to taste this good, and I never dreamed bananas grew
inside little girls¡¯ pussies.  I always thought they grew on trees!¡+/-
   After retrieving what he thought was the last of it, he could see the
reddened and tattered look on the pussy that lie before him.  Being a man
who took responsibility for his actions, he began to slowly lick the poor
pussy back to health and make it all better¡­
   After all, that¡¯s what daddies are for¡­
   Chapter 6: Too Much Pressure
   A few days later, on a Saturday morning, John had concocted a new
scheme. He had a small plastic tube outfitted with a one inch wooden ball
on the end.  The whole thing had been dipped in rubber used for conformally
coating tool handles, making it very smooth.  He called Mischa over beside
him and unzipped her.  Reaching down into her jeans and panties with the
tube and ball in hand, he pushed it into her pussy.
   Mischa uttered a melodic, ¡(R)Ooooh¡¯.  She was waiting to see what was
to happen next.
   John zipped up her jeans, placed the other end of the tube into his
mouth, and blew.
   Mischa squealed out, ¡°Oh man!  That feels good, Daddy.  Blow some
more.¡+/-
   John did as commanded, filling her pussy up with air and letting it out,
breathing in and out of her.  He sensed the moist, warm, sweet smell of the
inside of her pussy.
   Mischa leaned her ass on the table and reached into her jeans with a
nervous finger.  She closed her eyes and frigged herself.  Each time she
inflated, she moaned, and each time she moaned John blew harder.  He had an
ulterior motive¡­ he was listening for leaks from her pussy lips.  If he
heard a leak, he would have to increase the diameter of the ball on the
end.
   Mischa¡¯s orgasm was all but silent.  She started trembling, then her
hips made small gyrating motions, and then she went almost limp.  John
grinned as he watched this jewel of his life shudder with pleasure.  He
wasn¡¯t touching her but he knew exactly what her orgasm was doing to her.
Each time her belly convulsed in pleasure, she forced pussy air back into
his mouth.
   She said, ¡°Thanks Daddy¡ªthat was so different.  In fact, it was
completely awesome,¡+/- then she reached into her jeans to pull out the
ball.
   ¡°Hey, not so fast.  I have a bigger plan.  This was just a
test.¡+/Mischa began to grin and a new sparkle of enthusiasm appeared as a
wiggle in her pelvis.
   ¡°I¡¯m almost afraid to ask what you¡¯re planning, but I bet it will be
good.¡+/¡°Sorry¡­ can¡¯t tell you¡­ spoil the surprise,¡+/- was her dad¡¯s
flimsy reply.
   He started to thread the tube up inside Mischa¡¯s blouse, and down her
left sleeve.  When he got to her wrist, he cut the tube off with scissors,
and placed a hose clip on it¡ªthe kind that comes on a douche bag.  He
poked the tube up her sleeve to hide the end, and then announced, ¡°OK,
let¡¯s go to lunch.¡+/¡°God, Daddy¡­ you are soooo random.¡+/¡°Yep.  Where
do you want to eat?¡+/¡°How about the Mexican place in the mall?¡+/- Mischa
squirmed a little trying to come to terms with the plastic tube clinging to
her skin.
   ¡°Perfect.  Mexican it is.  Lots of people around us.¡+/They headed over
to the mall.  It wasn¡¯t too crowded when they got there.  They got their
lunches, and sat down at a table in the corner of the common area.  He made
sure that Mischa sat on his right.
   Mischa noticed an odd thing¡­ Her daddy had gotten ice water to drink
this time.  He practically lived on diet Dr.  Pepper.  Mischa squirmed some
more in her chair thinking about the ball in her pussy.  ¡(R)What was this
wild and crazy guy going to do to her?¡¯
   John raised her arm up and kissed her on the back of the hand
repeatedly, fiddling all the while with the end of the tube, trying to work
it around to the back of her sleeve.  Eventually, he got the tube¡¯s end
just poking out of her sleeve on the back of her hand.  He located the
clamp through the material of her sleeve and released it.
   Mischa could stand it no more.  Curiosity was killing her, ¡°Dad, what
are you planning to do to me in a public place?¡+/Her daddy just grinned
and raised his eyebrows a couple of times, which made her crazy.  He picked
up his glass of ice water and filled his mouth; then he placed his mouth
over the end of the tube and started forcing ice water into it.
   The tube became cold and Mischa squealed under her breath as the icy
liquid made its way up her arm, down her side, across her belly, and in
between her legs.  In seconds, the ice water flooded into her pussy.  She
wiggled her ass around in the chair and exclaimed, ¡°Oh my god, Daddy. 
That feels awesome¡­ You¡¯re filling my pussy up with ice water in public!
Jesus that¡¯s kinky!¡+/-
   John closed the clip, got another mouthful of water and did it again. 
Over and over he pushed ice water into her until Mischa remarked, ¡°Dad,
you better stop or I¡¯m going to have an embarrassing accident.¡+/With that
remark, John closed the clip and said, ¡°OK, let¡¯s eat.¡+/¡°Daddy, I¡¯m so
horny I¡¯m going to start masturbating right here!¡+/¡°Just calm down and
eat, Baby.  That¡¯s what I¡¯m going to do.¡+/- He took a bite of his taco.
He could see she was fit to be tied, but he kept his cool.  After eating a
few bytes, he picked up her wrist again, placed the tube in his mouth,
flipped open the clip, and water flowed into his mouth.  After a short
interlude of clear water, a cloudy liquid came flowing up the tube into his
mouth.  The taste of Mischa¡¯s sweet pussy was clearly apparent in the
water.  He was in a restaurant drinking water freshly extracted out of a
little girl¡¯s pussy without anyone knowing it.
   On seeing her dad drink the water from directly from her pussy, Mischa
couldn¡¯t stand it any longer.  She hid her right hand under her shirt tail
and jammed it into her jeans, leaving her left arm free so Daddy could
still drink.  She was dying to squeal out as she frigged herself, but she
kept as quiet and still as possible.  She held her head low so that her
hair covered her face, then she spoke quietly to John, ¡°Daddy, please
drink more water from my pussy, and blow air in me.  Blow hard.¡+/- She
slowed her finger down while John inflated her like before.  She could feel
the air bubbling through the water still inside her.  As soon as her
insides were stretched tight, she couldn¡¯t hold it any more and she began
to cum.  She kept her head down so no one could see her face as it
contorted from her orgasm.
   John¡¯s dick was hard too and he itched for relief, but he kept it
covered with his shirt tail.  Anyway, he was deriving his pleasure from
just watching Mischa struggle to keep her orgasm a secret from all the
other people in the dining area.  John recalled that Mischa was still
inflated, so he drank the rest of the water from her and released the air.
   They both regained their composure and continued eating.  Once they
finished, they headed back to the car.  Fortunately, the large wet spot on
John¡¯s pants was covered by his shirt.
   An older fat woman between them and the door moved their way¡­ her eyes
focused on them.  John¡¯s and Mischa¡¯s hearts jumped into their throats.
They gripped each others¡¯ hands tight.  ¡°Honey, are you OK?  You look
like you were crying back there.¡+/Mischa quickly retorted, ¡°Oh, it¡¯s OK.
I¡¯ve just been under so much pressure recently.¡+/The woman said, ¡°Well,
OK Honey.  I was just concerned.¡+/¡°Thank you,¡+/- Mischa said.  All John
could do was to choke up a smile, given the present location of his heart.
   The pair walked past the woman a few yards, then simultaneously burst
into laughter.  ¡°Too much pressure?  That¡¯s a good one!¡+/- John said as
he grabbed Mischa around the neck and gave her a noogie.
   In the car, Mischa laid her head down in her dad¡¯s lap as she made
little circles on his leg with one finger.  ¡°I really, really love you
Daddy.¡+/-
   ¡°Ditto kid¡­ more than you can know,¡+/- her dad said softly as he ran
his fingers through her hair.  ¡°I think we qualify as soul mates now,
don¡¯t you?¡+/¡°I think we¡¯ve become like Siamese twins.  I can¡¯t bare
the thought of not being next to you¡­¡+/- A long pause ensued.  ¡°Daddy?
This thing in my pussy¡­ can I put it in you and do the same thing to you
sometime?  The thought of it really turns me on.¡+/¡°Honey, as long as it
doesn¡¯t involve knives, fish hooks, high voltage, or soldering irons you
can do anything you want to me.  It turns me on just thinking about you
doing stuff to me.  You know, all the time we¡¯ve been lovers, I¡¯ve pretty
much been running the show.  I would love for you to be the leader
sometimes.¡+/¡°OK then, when we get home, I¡¯ll be the leader.¡+/¡°I can¡¯t
wait.  As you may recall, I¡¯m a couple of orgasms down on you
today.¡+/Part 2
   Chapter 8: The Probe
   When John and Mischa arrived home, he was busting at the seams to
relieve his sexual tension.  He was hoping Mischa hadn¡¯t forgotten about
wanting to test the ball in his ass.  He had experimented with enemas many
years ago and found them to be quite erotic but since his wife didn¡¯t
share his enthusiasm, he had dropped the practice.  Now Mischa had
seemingly resurrected the idea out of the blue.  Perhaps she was
researching stuff on the web and had stumbled onto it, piquing her
interest. Anyway, he didn¡¯t have long to wait before she brought up the
subject again.
   Mischa still had the ball stuffed in her pussy and she hadn¡¯t forgotten
it for one second since her Dad had stuck it there earlier.  She went to
pee and then looked for her father who was hold up in the kitchen pouring
more of his diet addiction into a glass.  ¡°Dad, if you keep drinking so
much soda it¡¯s gonna eat up your stomach, diet or not.  We learned about
it in Health class the other day.¡+/¡°Your mother already ate up my stomach
a long time ago, Honey,¡+/- John said sarcastically.
   ¡°I¡¯m just telling you¡­¡+/¡°Thanks, Honey.  Yeah I know you¡¯re right
but I drank water for lunch so I missed my lunchtime ¡(R)fix¡¯.¡+/- John
sat down at the table.
   Mischa walked around behind him draping her arms around his neck¡ªthe
tube in her sleeve right under his nose.  ¡°Wanna give me another blow
job?¡+/John paused for a moment then recalled what she meant by ¡(R)blow
job¡¯.  He popped the tube into his mouth and tried to blow but nothing
happened.  ¡(R)Ah, the valve,¡¯ he thought, popping it open and trying
again.
   Air flooded into Mischa¡¯s pussy, inflating her once again.  Her eyes
closed and her mouth opened as she tightened her free arm around her
father¡¯s chest and draped her head over his shoulder.  ¡°Ooh Daddy.  Every
time you do that a cold chill goes up my spine¡­¡+/John released the air
back into his mouth enjoying the warm damp air from within her.  The hose
spit and sputtered remnants of the water he had forced into her earlier
mixed with a considerable amount of pussy juice which had accumulated in
there since then¡ªundoubtedly a product of her near continuously aroused
state.  ¡°Oh Mischa¡ªyou¡¯re killing me baby!  Do you have any idea how
tasting your pussy juice arouses me?  I gotta have some relief here!¡+/-
   ¡°Come with me Daddy.  I¡¯m going to take good care of you!¡+/- She took
him by the hand and led him through the house to the master bath.
   They helped each other get undressed.  Each button¡­ each zipper¡­ was
dislodged erotically.  Soon Mischa stood before him with only a clear
plastic tube dangling down from her pussy to the floor.  John stood before
her with nothing but his painful erection pointing straight up to the
ceiling.  He spread his legs and got down to Mischa¡¯s height where they
embraced in a long French kiss¡ªhis erection pressing her belly the whole
time.
   ¡°God, Dad.  That thing¡¯s pretty hard.  We better take care of that
soon before the head pops off or something.¡+/¡°It feels like it¡¯s really
gonna do that.¡+/Mischa nudged him into the shower stall and slid the glass
door shut behind her.  She pulled the ball out of her pussy and held it up
for John to see.  ¡°Now where could I put this for safe keeping?¡+/- She
started looking around as if hunting for the proper place to stick it.  She
walked around behind him and announced, ¡°Oh here¡¯s good place!¡+/-
whereby she proceeded to spread his butt cheeks and try to stick it in his
asshole.  ¡°It¡¯s too dry.  We need lubricant of some kind.¡+/-
   John suggested soap and water.  She turned on a trickle of water and
grabbed the soap.  In no time she was back attempting to press it into him.
¡°Geez babe!  Go easy would ya?¡+/¡°Ah, so you can dish it out but you
can¡¯t take it, huh?¡+/¡°You try sticking it in you butt and you¡¯ll find
out you have to go slowly.¡+/Mischa did just that.  She took the ball back
and tried to ram it in her own butt as if to prove her father was just a
wimp about it.  ¡°Ouch!  I see what you mean.  Sorry.¡+/- She withdrew the
ball from her crack and went back to torturing Dad.
   ¡°That¡¯s it.  It¡¯s going now.¡+/¡°Wow!  After a point, your butt just
sucked it in¡ªpulled it right out of my hand¡­ Bad asshole!  Bad!¡+/- and
she slapped his butt cheek hard enough to leave a red hand print.
   ¡°Aow!  What gives?¡+/¡°Just experimenting.¡+/¡°Experiment on yourself,
girl.  I¡¯m not into BDSM.¡+/¡°What¡¯s Beedeessem?¡+/¡°Bondage, Discipline,
and Sadomasochism.  It¡¯s where one person gets off being hurt or hurting
someone else.¡+/¡°Why would anyone want to hurt someone else?¡+/¡°Don¡¯t
know but one thing for sure, it takes all kinds to make a world¡­ I mean
why would any father and daughter want to have sex?  The obvious answer is
because we love each other deeper than any other two ever could, it feels
good both physically and emotionally, and we¡¯re personally not morally
opposed to it.¡+/¡°Awe Dad that¡¯s really sweet!  You said you love me.¡+/-
She stopped what she was doing and placed her arms around her dad¡¯s waist
from behind.
   ¡°What are you talking about?  I tell you I love you all the
time.¡+/¡°Yes, but this time you defined our love¡ªyou said it¡¯s deeper
than any two others could ever be (or something like that).¡+/¡°OK, the
probe¡¯s in.  Now what?¡+/- John asked.
   ¡°Can I put water in you like you did me?¡+/¡°Yeah, but be careful what
you ask for.  What goes in¡­ must come out.¡+/¡°You gonna poop on
me?¡+/¡°Not if I can help it, but...¡+/¡°Well, just don¡¯t do that.  OK? 
Like pooping on your daughter is BAD!¡+/- As she talked, Mischa took down
the shower hose and unscrewed the shower head from it.  She stuffed the
butt tube inside the bigger hose and turned on the water slowly figuring
that ¡(R)fast¡¯ was ¡(R)bad¡¯.
   ¡°This is pretty embarrassing, you know.¡+/¡°Turn around and face me.  I
want to see the look on your face¡­¡+/¡°She used one hand to seal the tube
to the hose so it didn¡¯t leak.  Her other hand was soapy and she jacked
him off with it while she kissed him.
   So there he stood, filling with water¡ªFrench kissing his 14-year-old
naked daughter who was jacking him off.  He was frigging her with one hand
and holding her head with the other.  He didn¡¯t last long before he was
shooting cum all the way to her chin.  As soon as he came, so did she. 
When they finished, she shut off the water, pulled out the ball, rinsed the
soap off him, opened the shower door and helped him out in the direction of
the toilet.  Enough details about that¡­
   They got dressed and met in the living room for some TV.
   Chapter 9: Monsters
   John and Mischa settled in and watched a monster movie together.  These
slimy monsters kept chasing sexy bathing suit-clad young women around on
the beach, ripping off their suits and fucking the daylights out of them
while they screamed their heads off.
   ¡°Mischa, I really don¡¯t think you should be watching this kind of
movie.  You could get the wrong impression about monsters.  They¡¯re not
all slimy, hideous, pussy-sucking rapists like this story implies.  You
could form a bad stereotype toward these poor defenseless creatures¡ªour
neighbors from across the galaxy.¡+/¡°You are soooo weird, Dad.  Please
remind me again that I¡¯m adopted,¡+/- she elbowed him in the chest.
   John pretended he was injured, and fell over on the sofa across her lap.
On the way down, he stuck both sets of fingers into Mischa¡¯s ribs and
began to tickle her viciously.  Mischa squealed and writhed around
pretending she was much more ticklish than she actually was.
   The two of them pursued this course of silliness for some time when
Mischa suddenly said, ¡°Dad stop.  Stop!  Listen up.  I¡¯ve got this great
idea for a monster movie¡­ an X-rated monster movie.¡+/¡°I¡¯m
listening,¡+/- John said with interest.
   ¡°OK, here¡¯s the deal.  There are these aliens, see, and they¡¯ve come
down to Earth to use Earth girls as incubators for their babies.  They look
like big slimy blobs with lots of tentacles.¡+/¡°The monsters or the
girls?¡+/- dad asked with a smirk.
   ¡°Daddy, stop it!  You¡¯re spoiling my story!¡+/¡°Sorry¡­ but in
fairness, it was a legitimate question.  Have you taken a good look at
American youth lately?  They got an average BMI of like 57!¡+/¡°God Dad, I
swear!  Do you have like adult A.D.D.?...  OK, so the monster grabs a girl
with a tentacle and reels her in.  Then it drags her feet into its mouth
and swallows her really slowly.  The girl is kicking and screaming until
she¡¯s been swallowed up to her waist, then she gets kind of quiet and
looks more like it¡¯s pleasurable to her.  The monster¡¯s digestive juices
dissolve the clothes off her but it doesn¡¯t hurt her body.  Then the
monster pushes her out of its mouth and holds on to her with a bunch of
tentacles wrapped around her waist and legs.  Then one small tentacle
starts going up the girl¡¯s butthole.  It inches along inside her like a
worm.  You can see it going in and in for a long time, until she starts to
gag and the tentacle comes out of her mouth.¡+/¡°Wouldn¡¯t the tentacle
have poop on it?¡+/¡°No, that¡¯s the cool part.  When the monster was
dissolving her clothes off her, it injected a whole bunch of poop-eating
enema slime up her butt, and cleaned her sparkly clean on the inside. 
That¡¯s why she had a look of pleasure on her face.¡+/¡°This is very
erotic, you know.  After this story is over, I¡¯m going to have to molest
you big time.¡+/¡°That¡¯s the whole point of the story, Dad¡­ ANYWAY, then
another tentacle starts into her pussy.  It goes in two inches, and comes
out only one¡­in two and out one.  The girl starts to fill up with squirmy
tentacle, and her belly starts bulging out from being so full.  Then the
monster finally cums and the girl screams.  Her belly swells up huge, and
green cum gushes back out of her pussy, and then she passes out.  Then the
monster starts pulling out of her.  First, there¡¯s 12 feet of tentacle in
her pussy that it pulls out slowly, and you see green cum oozing out of
her. Next there¡¯s the 25 feet of tentacle up her butt.  First you see the
tentacle that¡¯s hanging out of her mouth disappear back inside¡­ then you
see it inching its way out of her butthole.  Now it lays her on a bed in
its space ship, so that the little monsters in her belly can incubate.  The
bed has tentacles too that hold her down so she can¡¯t escape.¡+/¡°How old
is this girl?¡+/¡°She¡¯s thirteen.  They need them really young so that the
monster babies will be healthy.¡+/¡°You realize you¡¯re as messed up as I
am.¡+/¡°Dad-dee!  Do you like my monster story, or not?¡+/¡°I love it!  I
just wish we could really watch such a movie.  It¡¯s so freaking erotic;
I¡¯m about to cum just hearing you tell the story.¡+/-
   ¡°We can use green Jell-O for monster cum.  And your tubes would make
good tentacles if we paint them up a little.  You have to invent a slime
injecting machine.  Jeez, my pussy¡¯s getting wet just thinking about your
machine injecting green slime into my intestines,¡+/- and with that she
closed her eyes, and started to gyrate her butt around and rub her crotch
through her jeans.
   ¡°And where can we find a thirteen year old girl to play the part of the
victim¡­ one that just happens to like sexual abuse?¡+/¡°I¡¯m fourteen but
I think I can play the part.  I already know the lines.  And I love being
sexually abused¡­ especially by monsters with long tentacles and
poop-eating slime.¡+/John could take no more.  He had been horny out of his
gourd three times today already, with no relief.  He rolled off the sofa,
picked up Mischa.  Tossing her over his shoulder, he headed for the
bedroom. He placed her on her feet by the bed and proceeded to undress. 
Lying down on the bed with his hard-on sticking up, he said, ¡°OK Sweetie,
do what you will with me.¡+/Mischa said, ¡°Hold on Daddy.  I gotta go get
something,¡+/- and ducked out of the room.  She returned in a minute
completely naked with the K-Y jelly, and holding the tube she had worn all
morning.  She had pushed the ball back in her pussy, and the tube was
drooping from her hand down to her crotch.
   She put K-Y on her daddy¡¯s asshole, then stood up over her dad¡¯s face
and pulled the ball out of her pussy.  Pressing it to his asshole, she
worked it around until it popped into him.
   John smiled, uttering an, ¡°Mmmmm.¡+/Then she held onto the tube,
squatted down over him, and sat down on his dick, working it into her.  As
she rocked forward and back, she released the clip on the tube and started
to blow.  She filled his rectum until his face grimaced, and it seemed he
could take no more.  But then, her sweet breath inside him pushed past the
obstruction and rushed on into his gut.
   ¡°God that¡¯s nice, Baby.  Keep blowing.¡+/Mischa continued to fuck him
and to blow into him.  She checked his progress often by rubbing his belly,
and admiring what she was doing to her father.
   His stomach was bulging some two or three inches when John cried, ¡°Oh
god, Mischa.  I¡¯m gonna cum.  I¡¯m going to fill your pussy with my
cum!¡+/Mischa fucked him hard and fast crying, ¡°Oh Daddy, I love you so
much.  I¡¯m cuming too.  Shoot me full of cum, Daddy.¡+/- She grabbed the
tube and blew hard again.
   ¡°Oh Baby, I¡¯m gonna burst,¡+/- he said as his pelvis pounded her in
rhythm to her assault.
   Mischa dropped the tube to let air escape from him, and slowed down her
pace.  She finally came to a stop and laid down on him being careful not to
press on his belly too hard.
   ¡°I guess you probably need to fart pretty badly, huh?¡+/¡°Let me roll
over.  I¡¯m in severe pain here.¡+/- He rolled onto his knees with his head
down, and commenced letting huge farts.
   Mischa pulled the tube from his ass.  ¡°Feel better now, Daddy?... 
because I¡¯m not through with you.  Come with me.¡+/She took him by the
hand and led him to the shower; then instructed him, ¡°Get on your knees,
Daddy.¡+/- He did as commanded.  Mischa took down the long shower hose and
unscrewed the shower head.  She started a trickle of water flowing and
plugged the hose into her daddy¡¯s ass.  She made her hand soapy, reached
under him, grabbed his dick, and start jacking him off.
   ¡°Christ, that¡¯s so good.  Is it OK if I lay on my back so I can eat
you?¡+/-
   ¡°No problem.¡+/John flipped over on his back, and encouraged Mischa to
straddle his face while she continued to jack him off.  Cum oozed from her
pink slit into his mouth.  He could feel his guts flooding with water,
taste his cum mixed with her pussy juice, sense her orgasm approaching, and
in moments, he was going to shoot cum in her face, and he hoped she would
want to taste it.  It wasn¡¯t that he was really into having his dick
sucked, but he just wanted her to want it, on her own, without being asked.
   She wiggled her pussy on his face as she approached another climax.  It
seemed to him she had an endless supply of climaxes and an unrelenting
desire to use them up as quickly as possible.
   Just as John started to cum, she wiped the soap off the head of his dick
and plunged her mouth down on it.  He was overjoyed that she had chosen to
take his orgasm in her mouth.  Pulse after pulse, he shot all he had left
into her lovely mouth.  He held onto her hips and her pussy convulsed on
his face.  He reached down and pulled the hose out of his butt, still
licking her pussy wildly as his climax wound down.
   Chapter 10: Making Monsters
   A week passed while they cooled their heels.  Friday night came, and
Mischa was beginning to itch in places where it counts.  Her father was in
his workshop cooking up something so Mischa cooked dinner for the both of
them.
   ¡°Daddy!  Dinner¡¯s ready.¡+/-
   ¡°I¡¯ll be right there!¡+/- her dad said excitedly.
   ¡°OK Daddy, what¡¯s got you in such a good mood?¡+/¡°Mmmmm; dinner looks
good.  Well, you remember last week when you were telling me about your
monster story?  I started thinking about ways to build the ¡(R)poop-eating
enema slime¡¯ machine.  I think I got it figured out.  I¡¯ve rigged up an
electric motor that pushes on a piston that will force the monster slime
down the plastic tube¡­ uh, tentacle.  It has a speed control and
everything.  Now all I need is to build the ¡(R)slime¡¯ reservoir to hold
the Jell-O, and come up with a cool looking tentacle to inject
with.¡+/¡°Dad-dee!  You know I like to help you build things.  Why didn¡¯t
you wait?¡+/¡°I¡¯m sorry babe, but I wanted it to be a surprise.  I thought
I could finish it by now.¡+/¡°Well¡­ OK¡­ I forgive you, but only if you
let me help you finish it, OK?¡+/¡°Absolutely.  I need help with the
tentacle.  Since you¡¯re much more artistic than me, can you come up with
something if I furnish the tubing?¡+/¡°Cool!  Yes!  Sure I can.  In art,
we¡¯ve been learning how to make casting molds.  While you¡¯re finishing
the pump thingy, I¡¯ll do the casting.  I need money for latex and plaster
of Paris.¡+/¡°You got it, dude!¡+/¡°Hey!  I have you know I¡¯m a
dudette!¡+/- Mischa stood up from the table, pulled her skirt up and her
panties to the side, baring her pussy.  ¡°See?¡+/He spoke with an
ancient-sounding voice, ¡°Come closer little girl where this old man can
see better¡­ Hmmmm.  Looks like a duck.¡+/-
   He placed one finger to her hole, slid it into her slit and gathered
juice on his finger which he raised to his mouth.  ¡°Hmmmm.  Tastes like a
duck.  Well, you know what they say; ¡(R)If it walks like a duck, and
quacks like a duck, then it must be a duck!  I¡¯m kinda hungry for duck you
know¡­¡+/- he said as he pointed a shaking finger at her crotch.
   Mischa laughed at her father¡¯s foolishness, then grabbed his finger and
bit it.  She sat back down and continued her meal.  Her daddy sat and
nibbled at his food and studied her as she ate.
   ¡°What happened, Dad?  You look so sad all of a sudden.¡+/¡°Oh I was
just thinking about how someday this is all going to end, and it just made
me really sad.¡+/Mischa came to her father and straddled his lap, giving
him a tight hug.  ¡°Daddy, please don¡¯t worry about that.  I know you¡¯re
thinking someday I¡¯ll find a boy and run away and get married or something
like that.  You joked about it last week, but you still haven¡¯t accepted
the truth, Daddy.  You know I¡¯m as fucked up in the head as you are.  Long
before I even knew what sex was, I was thinking about incestuous things. 
It¡¯s all I¡¯ve ever wanted.  I¡¯m fourteen, Dad, and you¡¯ve never seen me
with a boy, or on a date, or anything.  I know you would have let me, but
truth is I was just waiting for you to come to me.  After Mom left, I
decided to make the move, so stop worrying.  The only way I¡¯m going to
stop feeling this way is when I¡¯m dead.  What we¡¯re doing may not be
normal, but it¡¯s what I want and it¡¯s what you want, and it¡¯s what makes
us happy, so everyone else can just fuck off.¡+/¡°I love you so much
Mischa,¡+/- John whispered in her ear, as he held onto her desperately¡­
   After they finished eating and cleaned up, they went back to work on the
project.  She walked to the mall to buy latex rubber and plaster of Paris.
John continued making the Jell-O pump.
   By dinner the next day, the pump was finished and Mischa had created a
mold that looked like a monster tentacle with bumps and all.  At its
largest point, it was almost an inch in diameter; three feet away at the
other end, it was scarcely larger than the plastic tube itself.  They
pushed a wooden dowel rod through the tube to hold it straight in the
center of the mold.  With the plaster mould coated in paraffin, they put in
the tube and poured in the latex.  After awhile, out popped a three foot
monster tentacle on the end of a six foot hose.  It was eerily beautiful
and all kinds of erotic to the two of them.
   Then the notion struck them that they could make two tentacles and use
them on each other at the same time.  And so they did.  Afterward, the two
of them drove over to the hardware store to buy connections to hook up both
tubes to the pump.
   Once the whole system was set up in the bathroom and filled with Jell-O,
they took turns flushing out their innards until they were clean enough to
eat from.  Mischa volunteered to be the first victim of the tentacle.  John
grabbed Mischa about the waist and lowered her onto her all-fours.  He held
onto her waist and greased her asshole with K-Y jelly.  He made growling
sounds like some kind of monster as Mischa squealed and wiggled in a mock
attempt to get away from him.
   ¡°Help!  Help!  The monster¡¯s got me.  Somebody help me, please!¡+/-
she cried.
   ¡°Nobody¡¯s going to help you little girl.  You are going to incubate my
eggs inside your belly,¡+/- he growled, ¡°and when they hatch, they¡¯re
going to eat you from the inside out.¡+/Mischa screamed again and struggled
to get away from the monster.  John picked up the tentacle and began to
insert it into her butt.  All the wiggling only made it easier to insert.
   ¡°Oh god, Mr.  Monster.  I can feel your tentacle crawling up inside me.
Please don¡¯t inject me with your eggs!¡+/- Mischa was having way too much
fun with this monster theme.  Her legs flopped around and she kept frigging
herself with one hand.  John pushed it in more and more, and as it went, it
grew in diameter.  He paused the insertion process periodically just to
fuck her ass with it.
   She begged the monster not to inject her, as little orgasms rippled
through her petit body.  The guttural sound of each orgasm overshadowed her
pleading to be spared this horrible death.  She was totally absorbed into
her roll as victim.  After ten minutes and three orgasms, the tentacle had
gone in as far as it would.  John plugged the tube onto the pump and
started the injection slowly.  Once the air had been purged from the tube,
the cold monster slime began to fill her insides.
   As it pushed its way into her guts, Mischa cried, ¡°Oh my god!  The
monster is cuming inside me!¡+/- As she filled up, John slowly withdrew the
tube filling her from the inside out.
   Once the tentacle was out, he stopped the pump.  He laid down on the
shower floor and Mischa straddled him with her ass in his face.  She
stuffed K-Y in his butt crack and began to push the tentacle inside him. 
The pleasure of having his daughter skewer his ass with a probe that just
came out of her ass made him want to cum on the spot.  He held onto her
hips and licked at everything in site.  Finally he planted his mouth
directly over her asshole and signaled her to feed him.  She began to push
Jell-O out of her ass and John devoured every drop of it as it came.
   Mischa got the tentacle all the way in and turned on the pump.  She
loved this pseudo torture of her father lover.  John played along, ¡°Oh no
Mr.  Monster!  I¡¯m way too old to inject!  Your eggs will only die inside
me!  You need a little girl for your evil deeds.¡+/Mischa began fucking him
with the tube and gnawing on the end of his dick.  The head was so soft and
she just liked chewing on the soft part.  She continued to feed him Jell-O
from her asshole.  John got his thumb into her pussy from one hand, and
frigged her with the other hand, still assaulting her asshole all the
while.
   As he filled up and she withdrew the tube, she began to jack him off. 
They both came together.  Mischa got up and turned around, sitting down on
his dick.  She began to slowly pump him and kiss him at the same time.
   ¡°Daddy, I want you to feed me Jell-O now, OK?¡+/They swapped around so
he could place his butt over her mouth.  He began pushing out the Jell-O
from within his guts.  Mischa ate at his asshole like she was starving. 
She reached under him and jacked him off as she frigged herself.  She was
crazy with lust.  It was almost frightening to see her in this erotic
frenzy.  Nothing turned her off.  No kink was too much for her.  No
perversion to great.  We were made for each other and nothing could stop us
in our pursuit of the ultimate orgasm.
   ¡°Daddy, every time we do some new crazy thing, it¡¯s more fun than the
time before.  How long can it go on this way?  I felt like I was going to
die of pleasure this time.¡+/-
   ¡°I don¡¯t know Honey, but I¡¯ve noticed that humans have a short memory
for pleasure.  Each time we make love, it seems like it was better than the
last time.¡+/-
   ¡°You know, we didn¡¯t use both tentacles this time like we
planned.¡+/¡°Next time, Baby.  Next time.¡+/
  
Unwrapping Mischa