Subject: First Time With My Daughter (Mf, incest)
Written by: John Lucas <lucashootie@Writing.com>
Posted by: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
How would a father want to have sex for the first time with his eleven-rear-old
daughter? Well, here is how John imagines taking Alicia's virginity.
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Dear Kelly,
What do you do when you’re married and madly in love with a beautiful girl - but
she is not your wife? How do you handle a situation where you constantly lust
for and fantasize about someone – but not the person you married? Even more
important, how do you handle it when the girl you want to have sex with more
than anything else in the world is your own daughter – and she just turned
eleven years old?
Let me say up front that I am an unapologetic pedophile, and have been since I
was a young boy. There’s no sense in denying it - it’s what I am and I’m not
ashamed of it. As a young boy I would peek in on my younger sisters when they
were dressing or in the bathroom, hoping to get a glimpse of their tiny pussies
or bare chests. Later, as a typical horny teenager, I was always staring at the
younger girls in middle school, with their barely developed chests and skinny
coltish legs. I would sit and fantasize in class about having sex with them
rather than the girls my own age.
Even now as an “adult”, I enjoy walking through the mall and watching the
preteen girls with their friends and fathers, dressed up in those outrageously
slutty outfits that seem to be all the rage today. Later when I’m back home, I
jerk off as I dream about what naughty things they might be doing with their
friends or fathers when they get home or better yet, what I might do with them
if they came home with me instead.
Unfortunately, given the ridiculous rules of our society I’ve never been able to
reveal my so-called “perversions” to anyone, especially my wife. I married Jane
shortly after we graduated from high school. Everyone tried to talk us out of
it, saying we were both much too young. It wasn't long before I learned they
were right as I found myself locked into a relationship with one woman,
supposedly for the rest of my life, before I was able to do many of the things I
wanted to with a girl, things that Jane would never do for me. Jane has a hot
body and was quick to put out when we started dating (why do you think I married
her?). Even now, I still love having sex with her but she’s much too
conservative in many ways. In particular, she would never understand my
attraction to young girls, especially if that girl was her daughter.
Indeed, Jane had no clue as to why I was so ecstatic when our first child turned
out to be a girl. Lord only knows what would have happened had she been able to
read my thoughts when she told me we were having a daughter. God, it was a
dream come true for me. Now I would have a little girl now of my own – in my
house and always there for me. Best of all, I would get to watch her develop
from a small child through adulthood.
Most guys I know hated changing diapers when their kids were young. Not me. It
was the perfect excuse for me to undress our little Alicia and have her naked
right in front of me. I loved caressing her and fondling her, admiring the
baby-soft smoothness of her skin and her childish innocence as she laid there on
the table totally naked with her legs spread open for me like a miniature whore.
I would grope her tiny pussy that held so much promise for the future, even
sliding my finger along her bare pussy slit. Her little butt was so tiny and
soft and fit into just one of my hands.
When Alicia was young and inquisitive, I would let her join me in the shower.
Jane wasn’t too thrilled about it at first but since Alicia was only a few years
old, I convinced Jane that she would never remember it when she got older so
there was no harm. What Jane DIDN’T know was what I was doing with our darling
little girl when she wasn't around. Let’s just say Alicia was the perfect
height to keep her daddy nice and clean where he wanted her help the most. Of
course, at that age she had no idea what she was doing to me or why my dick
would grow to be hard when she rubbed it with her hands, but it was still a
massive turn-on for me whenever I felt her wet hands stroking up and down my
hard shaft. More than a few time I would cum on her but the hot shower quickly
washed away the evidence.
Needless to say I was dying to have her suck my dick but never could quite
summon the courage. At times her mouth would be just inches away from my
erection while she “cleaned” me. All I would have had to do was pull her head
forward just a little bit and I knew she would instinctively start sucking my
dick. Deep down, however, I knew that having her wash my cock would have been
hard enough as it was to explain should she ever say anything to Jane!
When Alicia got a little older, Jane insisted the father-daughter showers stop
and I knew better than to protest. What I started doing instead was sneaking
into Alicia’s bedroom at night after she went to sleep. One thing about kids at
that age, once they’re asleep it takes an earthquake to wake them up! My dick
would get so hard I thought it would burst when I pulled the covers back and
gazed at her tiny body. Being careful not to wake her, I would pull her pajama
bottoms down until her adorable little bottom was completely exposed. God she
had such a pretty ass! Taking my hard dick in my hand, I would rub the head
against her bare butt, feeling the warm softness of her skin against the
sensitive head of my cock.
It took a few more tries before I got the courage to move up to her face and rub
myself against her cheeks and lips. In my dreams she would wake up and start
sucking my cock but in reality she remained asleep the entire time. A few times
I would even press my dick against her lips, pushing it as hard as I dared until
her lips parted and my cock head would slip in just a little between her lips.
God I wanted her to suck me so badly! Often I would masturbate as I looked down
at my half-naked little daughter, cumming on her butt sometimes and then
spreading my cum around on her using my dick.
This continued on for several years until Alicia was eight, almost nine years
old. Several times I thought I was screwed when she started to wake up while my
dick was in her face or worse, just as I was starting to cum on her. Face it,
once a guy starts to cum there’s no stopping it and for her to stir and move
around, about to awaken, just as my first load of cum was about to spurt out
onto her, was an incredibly dangerous and exhilarating experience. Whatever the
risk, it was worth it. At the same time, I wanted nothing more than to press my
dick into her tight little pussy and fuck my daughter. God, how many times have
I masturbated with THAT thought on my mind?
That summer after she had just turned nine we went to the beach on vacation.
Jane bought herself a stunning bikini which showed off her incredible boobs and
didn’t leave much to the imagination when it came to her bottom either. Jane
never did lose all her weight after the kids but she wasn't afraid to flaunt her
herself. One good thing was that her boobs were bigger than ever. Every guy on
the beach was staring at Jane. It thrilled to think they were envious of me
because they knew I would be banging her when we got home.
As for me, though, my eyes were on my daughter who was wearing her first two-
piece bathing suit. Damn she looked so cute and sexy! She and her mom posed for
me, laying next to each other on the sand, and it was all I could do to keep
from focusing the lens on just our daughter. Thank god Jane had no idea how
much it turned me on to see Alicia’s fantastic little ass on display for
everyone to admire, especially her father. I’m sure there were other perverts
on the beach that were turned on by my young daughter as well. Alicia was a
natural flirt as well so I can only imagine how she turned them on just being
herself.
Seeing Alicia all day in that sexy swim suit made me incredibly horny! Back at
the condo we were renting on the beach, it certainly didn’t help that her mom
allowed her to wear nightshirts and cotton panties to bed instead of pajamas.
It was simply too much for me and finally, something in me snapped. I can’t
quite explain it but whatever happened, it completely overpowered my better
judgment as my dick took charge of my actions. After Jane had passed out on our
bed, exhausted after a long hot day at the beach, I sneaked into our daughter’s
room. It was a little warm, even with the air conditioning, and she had thrown
the covers off. Alicia was laying on her side in the middle of the twin bed.
Her nightshirt had ridden up to where her bottom was exposed and half her
stomach as well. Damn, if only she wasn’t wearing those white cotton panties!
As I said, between seeing Alicia cavorting around the beach half naked and now
seeing her sexy little sleeping body sprawled out in front of me, any remaining
self-control evaporated. It didn’t matter to me what the consequences might be,
I simply had to have more than just a memory of her like this so I quietly went
to our bedroom and brought back the digital camera. The flash was so bright I
thought for sure Alicia would wake up with the first shot but it didn’t seem to
phase her. The little snapping sound it made when you took a picture sounded
deafening in the stillness of the room but as loud as it seemed to be, there was
no way Jane was going to hear it, especially with the way she was snoring!
The first pics I took were rather innocent, just her laying in bed the way she
already was. Of course, I wanted to see more so I carefully pulled her panties
down about half-way down her little butt and snapped a couple more. Then I
pulled the panties down a little more and took another one and kept repeating
the process until they were down to her knees. I wanted so badly to take them
off completely but getting them back on would have been all but impossible
without waking her. Her skinny legs were spread just enough that I could just
see her little bare pussy and of course, that view was recorded for posterity as
well! The t-shirt was loose and I easily managed to push it up to expose her
flat chest with her tiny nipples looking so inviting. I snapped a few shots of
her like that and then I couldn’t resist reaching out and just touching her
nipples with my fingertips. God I wanted to take them in my mouth and suck them
so badly!
By now my dick was so hard it could have been used as baseball bat. As I rubbed
it against her smooth little butt I kept the camera going, recording my actions
as I rubbed my dick all over her body, from her ass to her stomach to her little
nipples again. I could hear Jane snoring away and Alicia showed no signs of
waking so I took a deep breath and touched my dick to her cheek, pressing in on
it just a little. Her mouth as slightly parted as she breathed in her sleep
which allowed me to place my dick between her lips, far enough that when I
jerked off later looking at the pics I was taking that I would be able to see
the tip of my dick disappear in her pretty mouth. The only thing that could
have made it better would be to feel her hand on my cock as she took it into her
mouth and sucked on it like a when she was a little girl with her bottle!
Deep down I could hardly believe what I was doing but I was so damn horny I
couldn’t have stopped even if I had wanted to – and I certainly didn’t! My hand
was stroking my hard dick quickly over my daughter’s near naked little body as I
fantasized about turning her onto her back and pressing it into her tight little
pussy. Under the circumstances it wasn't long before I came and I couldn’t
control myself as I sprayed it all over her chest and ass. How I was going to
clean her up so Jane wouldn’t find her covered with dried cum in the morning
never even entered my mind as I literally showered her with her daddy’s warm
sperm. It just felt so hot to see my cum shooting out and landing on her bare
skin after all the times I had just dreamed about doing it in the past. What I
would have given to be able to shoot it inside of her tight virgin pussy
instead!
After I had cum I felt this sudden queasiness in my stomach. God, what the hell
was I doing? Alicia was now covered in my cum and some of it was even dripping
down and getting on the bed sheet as well. I hurried to the bathroom where I
frantically grabbed a small towel and then did my best to wipe my messy cum off
of her without waking her. Despite my best efforts she was left with a thin
layer over most of her but without using a wet washcloth or giving her a shower,
there was no way to get it completely off of her. Well, I would just have to
take the chance that by morning it would be dried and rubbed off of her in her
sleep.
Still marveling over what I had done, I crept back in bed and pressed myself up
against Jane. Surprisingly, as conservative as she was she had slept nude from
the start of our marriage. Her warm naked body felt sensuous against me as I
spooned her from behind. Reaching around her, my hand cupped her large breast
and I tried to imagine Alicia having tits like these someday. My wife and
daughter looked so much alike it was a given that Alicia would inherit her
mother’s big boobs and plump ass, even if she WAS flat as a pancake and skinny
as a rail at this age. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep holding my naked
wife while thoughts of our precious daughter and the things I had just done with
her ran through my head.
When I awoke the next morning I found myself alone in bed. I threw on a robe
and walked out to the kitchen where Jane and Alicia were busily making
breakfast. Jane started telling me about the day’s schedule which she had all
planned out but I wasn’t really listening. All I could think about was how sexy
Alicia looked sitting at the table so innocent and naïve. Obviously she had no
idea what her perverted father had done to her during the night. I looked at
her nightshirt as it barely covered her hot little body and wondered if she had
noticed any of my left-over sperm on her. Luckily for me, even if she HAD she
wouldn’t have had any idea what it really was so I figured I didn’t have
anything to worry about.
After breakfast Alicia went to her bedroom to put her swimming suit on. Jane
went to ours and as I followed her to our room I noticed the camera sitting out
in the open on a table. God, how stupid could I have been! The pics I had
taken were still on it and I had left it out for Jane to find. Thankfully she
hadn’t looked – I knew she hadn’t because if she had, I certainly would have
heard about it right away. Grabbing the camera, I quickly took it to the living
room where my computer was and downloaded the pics to my hard drive, making sure
they were in a special directory in some obscure folder where she would never
look. Just as I finished, Jane walked in the room and asked what I was doing.
For a moment I found myself staring at her like a boy caught looking at porn by
his mom. Jane was stunning in her bikini which gave me an excuse for staring at
her the way I did. I couldn’t help but smile at how I had cleverly turned a
potentially life-threatening situation into one where she thought I was
complimenting her!
For a moment I was tempted to grab her and take her back in the bedroom and fuck
her hard. Sure I may lust for Alicia more than Jane but bottom line – I could
fuck Jane! While a 30-something housewife may not be as sensual for me as a
budding eleven year-old, sex with Jane was great. Face it, as a man I have
needs that have to be met and masturbation can only go so far! After
complimenting her again on her incredible bikini, I explained that I was
downloading the photos from the day before to be sure there was enough memory in
the camera for today’s activities. She asked to see them and I thanked the gods
that I’d saved the naughty ones in a completely different part of the computer.
That day we went to the beach again and I found myself taking a lot more pics of
Alicia than I had the day before, many of which Jane would never see. I doubt
that Jane would have understood why her husband was taking so many of their
daughter from behind when she was bending over. My swim trunks were pretty
loose but it was still a problem now and then as my dick would swell
uncontrollably when Alicia would reach for something and her tight bottoms would
pull up and practically expose her pussy and most of her ass. If Jane was
curious as to why I spent so much time in the cold water, she didn’t let it
show.
Back home again from our little vacation, I masturbated as I looked at Alicia’s
bikini pics and especially the naughty ones I took in her bedroom at night.
This created a craving in me for even more pics of young girls and I found
myself getting deeper and deeper into the Internet. Since the crackdown on
child pornography had eliminated most of the “good” sites, I found that the best
way to satisfy my perverted desires for pics of young girls having sex was to
get them from other perverts like me. Chat rooms proved to be the best way to
meet such people and soon I had an entire network of people trading child porn
with me. Then one night, instead of sending pics of some Russian girl, on a
whim I included a few of my daughter in her bikini which were soon followed by
the more explicit ones. By then, I had quite a collection of Alicia that I had
taken during numerous sessions at night when she was sleeping. As time went by,
I had gotten bolder and in a few of them I was even able to get my dick up
against her pussy, once to the point where you could see her lips starting to
part although I never actually fully entered her. The response I got was
incredibly hot and it made it even hotter for me knowing strangers were getting
off to pics of my darling daughter.
Soon, it wasn't just enough to trade pics and so I started chatting with women
about their daughters and how each of us wanted me to fuck our daughters. One
in particular was really hot and for the next few months we chatted every chance
I had. I would send her pics of Alicia, being careful never to show my face in
them. She would send me back pics of her daughter as well although they were
always “normal” pics of her playing at home or at school. Finally I got the
courage to send her the ones of me pressing my dick against Alicia’s pussy and
telling her how I was about ready to go the next step and actually get my head
into her pussy. Whether I actually would do such a thing didn’t matter, it got
me hot just to tell her that I was considering it. Besides, I knew I wasn’t far
from doing it anyway.
Retribution came swiftly. The next day as I was locking my car and getting
ready to head into work, I was confronted by two large men who identified
themselves as FBI agents and informed me that I was under arrest! At first I
was completely confused as I couldn’t imagine why they were harassing me. After
all, I had done nothing wrong. Then they explained I was being arrested for
distribution of child pornography and molestation of a minor plus a number of
related minor charges.
The rest of that day will be forever burned in my memory as the worst day of my
life. As it turned out, the so-called “mother” I had been chatting with was a
42
year-old male FBI agent, posing as a perverted housewife to entrap (my words)
people on the internet who traded child porn. Suddenly it all came clear to me.
“She” had never sent me a nude photo, had never called me or cammed for me, or
done anything other than chat with me. The phone calls and cam I could
understand given privacy concerns on the Internet but the lack of nudes should
have been a warning to me. Sitting in the police station with my hands cuffed,
I was thoroughly embarrassed as they showed me transcripts of the chats and
copies of the photos of my daughter that I had sent over the Internet –
evidently a crime in itself. After months of “her” leading me on, I was told
what caused them to take action were the “threats” I had made about having sex
with my pre-teen daughter. Evidently, they felt they had to take quick action
to “protect” Alicia. I couldn’t believe my ears. I would NEVER do anything to
harm my precious daughter!
As bad as all that was, it was nothing compared to having to face Jane later
that afternoon after I was booked. Thankfully I was able to post bail and she
drove me home, staring straight ahead at the road, neither of us saying a word
the entire way. When we got home, she informed me that Alicia was staying at a
friend’s house and that she had no idea what was happening. She was entirely
too calm and I wasn't surprised when she suddenly exploded. After calling me a
perverted bastard and a variety of other colorful names I didn’t even know were
in her vocabulary, Jane told me how the FBI had come to our home with a search
warrant and looked through our computer before confiscating it as evidence.
Apparently they managed to find the photos of Alicia which I had hidden, along
with my rather extensive collection of child-porn videos and photos.
While the “professional” child porn was bad enough, it was the naughty pics of
Alicia that really made Jane mad. She was appalled not at just by the fact I
had taken them, but the huge number of them was proof that I had been doing it a
LOT and for quite some time now. She recognized some of the older ones as being
at the beach condo and she cried as she accused me of molesting our daughter and
ruining her memories of one of the best weeks of our marriage – or so she had
thought.
The next few months were sheer hell for me. While my case was being
investigated, Child Services obtained a court order preventing any contact
between me and my daughter, even by phone. Thus I was forced to move out of our
home and all I could afford was a crappy little apartment in some squalid
neighborhood. When my employer learned of the child pornography charges they
checked my computer at work and found more of it there. I was immediately fired
and thus I was forced to work at some crappy job which paid barely enough to
feed myself. My wife refused to speak to me during this time and so for three
months it was like my family had been stolen from me.
Given everything that had happened, you would think I would have been “scared
straight” or something like that, when it came to child pornography and chatting
on the Internet. The sorry fact is that I would sit alone in my one-room
apartment and still fantasize about Alicia. With nothing else to do, I
masturbated for hours every day, reliving the times I would sneak into her
bedroom, remembering the showers we use to take together, imagining her on the
beach again in her sexy little swim suit.
Fortunately, I had a great lawyer and he was able to get almost all of the
“evidence” tossed out for various technical reasons to where the case was for
all practical purposes eliminated. The charges were eventually dropped and I
was allowed to return to my “normal” life.
Jane, of course, wasn't bound by the legal rules of evidence and in her personal
kangaroo court I was already tried, convicted and sentenced. There wasn’t much
I could say as face it, I WAS guilty of everything they had charged me with.
While the government was unable to prosecute me thanks to my lawyer’s trickery,
that didn’t mean my wife couldn’t, at least in her own way. While she allowed
me to return home, things were a bit tense, to say the least. Alicia was
thrilled that her daddy was back. Jane had explained to Alicia that I was away
on a business trip and at her age she was still gullible enough to believe that
was why I hadn’t even called her. One thing was for sure, life at home was NOT
about to return to normal as if nothing had happened.
The first thing Jane pointed out to me was that the computer was now in her
study which would be locked whenever she was away. When I WAS able to finally
use the computer, I found out quickly that she had installed all sorts of
monitoring software. She also hinted that I had better be careful not to try
and get around it as she had taken classes to learn how to check out what had
been done on the computer using all the various files Windows keeps that most
people don’t know about. She didn’t mention it again but instead waited until
the inevitable happened and I broke my promise to her about staying away from
porn. She unloaded on me with both barrels and threatened that if I didn’t
behave that she would seek a divorce and along the way, everything she knew
about me would become public knowledge to our families and friends.
Well, I tried to be “good”, I really did. Like most diets and anti-smoking
programs, my resolve lasted for maybe a week before I was back into it again.
Jane didn’t know I had sneaked the key for the study from her purse and made a
copy of it. When I was home alone I would get on-line and once again my lusts
and urges would overwhelm me. It was like I KNEW I shouldn’t be doing it but
yet I couldn’t stop myself. Jane had accused me a number of times of being
addicted to porn and I finally had to admit to myself that she was right.
However, even though I knew that I WAS addicted, I didn’t care. I didn’t WANT
to stop. Instead, it became a sort of game for me, to see how much I could get
away with without Jane finding out.
Little by little, I returned to my old perverted ways. Not even the horrific
memories of the embarrassment and hassle of the past few months was enough to
deter me. Yes, porn addiction IS an addiction, no different than tobacco,
alcohol or drugs. It wasn’t something I decided to do or nor to do. No, I HAD
to masturbate. I HAD to look at child porn to get myself off. I WAS turned on
by my daughter and nothing could change the feeling that rose up in me whenever
I saw her. It certainly didn’t help that Alicia was getting older and sexier
every day it seemed.
If there was anything to be thankful about in all that had happened, it taught
me to be more careful and paranoid while playing on the Internet. No longer was
it some naughty place to be anonymous, where I was ready to share anything and
not worry about it. One thing especially I had learned was to steer clear of
chat rooms. I wasn't about to be scammed again by some guy posing as a hot
MILF. It WAS tempting and a number of times I would log into a chat room and
immediately someone would contact me or I would read an on-going chat that was
really hot. Then I would start looking at the chats closer and I could begin
to see that most of the people were fakes. Hmmmm, how many were FBI agents?
In place of the chat rooms I found myself getting into erotic story sites.
There are numerous sites to choose from but a couple seemed to specialize more
in stories about younger children and incest. Although the vast majority of
the stories were poorly written, many of them were “real” enough to get me
stroking while I read them. Of course, by now I was cynical enough to doubt
that any of them were “real”, but hey, I enjoy science fiction and Stephen King
stories and I know they’re not “real” either.
Along the way I stumbled onto one web site that was different from any of the
others I had seen. It was supposedly written by a college girl who was involved
in incest with several members of her family. What was unique was that in
addition to the usual “stroke stories”, this site also included numerous
“personal” articles written by her that expressed her thoughts and opinions.
She claimed that the stories about her (written in a “dairy” format) were real
while the rest were fictional. Needless to say, I took that claim with a grain
of salt as it seemed impossible that any one girl could have the breadth of
experiences she claimed to have had. However, the more I read through the site,
the more I began to wonder if maybe there wasn’t something to it. The sheer
volume of stories, the consistency between them, and the style in which they
were written differentiated them from anything else I had read on any other
site.
On a whim, I tried chatting using the Yahoo Instant Messenger address listed on
the site. To my surprise, I actually got a response. The first one was rather
brief and abrupt, asking me who I was, my age, and so forth, but when I replied
back with the information, I soon found myself engaged in an ongoing chat with
“Kelly”. I explained to her my situation and my fantasies about my daughter.
Unlike most people I’ve confided with on-line, she didn’t judge me, call me a
pervert, or push me to do nasty things with my daughter. Instead, she
encouraged me to simply express my feelings and thoughts more vividly. Having
read much of her web site, including numerous chats with other people that she
had posted, I was suspicious at first as she seemed to have a knack for drawing
things out of people. At first I wondered if she was really interested in me or
was I just another “project” for her?
The more we chatted, the more intimate I became with her. There were still a
few things that concerned me. Like my previous “hot mom”, Kelly refused to cam
for me, talk to me on the phone, or do anything else personal with me that would
have helped to convince me that she was “real”. When I gave her my phone number
and offered to call her numerous times she just ignored me and changed the
subject. Of course, I can’t say I wasn’t forewarned as her web site had
numerous article where she explained why she wouldn’t do these things. After
reading them, I had to admit to myself that she had a case. Besides, as she
pointed out quite plainly, if I didn’t like her rules I could always just stop
chatting with her so who was I to complain? Nevertheless, I was haunted by my
previous experience so I needed to be as sure as I could be under the
restrictions she imposed.
After we chatted for a while I sent her some “normal” photos of Alicia. Kelly
responded by sending some of her, again all “normal”. When I upped the ante a
bit by sending some of Alicia in her bikini (the FBI didn’t delete our vacation
pics but unfortunately the naughty ones were all gone), I was rewarded with some
of Kelly in her bikini. A number of them showed her together with her cousin
Kristi who was even hotter than Kelly.
Another “tell” I have learned about fakes is that their photo albums tend to be
minimal and typically just sex pics – all a sure sign they are photos stolen
from some web site. As I sent Kelly more of Alicia and then some of Jane, Kelly
replied with photos of her from numerous events and spanning many years. She
still wouldn’t send me any nudes of her, so I had this lingering doubt in my
mind that just wouldn’t go away.
Regardless of these concerns, the more we chatted and exchanged photos and
fantasies, the more I became infatuated with Kelly. She always seemed to know
just what to say to get me off, just how to nudge me to tell her things I
normally would’ve never told anyone. She encouraged me to express my feelings
about my lovely daughter. Although I suspected her “interests” in younger
children was not anything like mine, she at least played along with me and
helped me many a night to masturbate as I dreamed of Kelly and Alicia together
with me.
It was déjà vu all over again – but in spades this time. I wanted to please
Kelly, to turn her on and in turn, it turned me on knowing I was making her
horny as well. She was everything Jane wasn’t when it came to sex – open-
minded, non-judgmental, sinfully playful, and she supported my feelings for
Alicia, something Jane would NEVER have ever done. It didn’t hurt she was
gorgeous as well. Maybe not in that Hollywood model sort of way, but as far as
the “girl-next-door” department goes, she was a knockout. I found myself
thinking about her when I was talking to Jane, even to the point I would
fantasize about Kelly when I was making love to my own wife. I would look at
Alicia and think about how I could take photos of her that would turn Kelly on
without raising Janes’s suspicions. It seemed to get to the point where
everything in my life revolved around Kelly and Alicia.
One night while we were chatting I was telling Kelly about how I had taken pics
of Alicia naked back when she was younger. I explained how they had all been
confiscated but then the thought occurred to me, why not take them again? Jane
was out and Alicia was sound asleep. Kelly was getting me turned on as usual so
I told her what I planned to do. She seemed surprised but encouraged me to do
whatever it was I felt was right. What could be wrong with a father taking some
pics of his daughter while she is sleeping?
For some reason I was much more nervous this time. Alicia was older now and
didn’t sleep as soundly as she did when she was younger. It would also be
harder to explain to her why her daddy was undressing her should she wake up –
especially if I had to explain why my dick was in her face! It didn’t matter in
the end. I wanted to do it for Kelly but most of all, I wanted to do it for ME.
I snapped a few quick shots of my dick close to her face and quickly left her
bedroom. Sending them to Kelly made the hair raise on the back of neck as for a
brief moment I couldn’t help but ask myself if I was wasn’t being ambushed
again, only this time by a much more elaborate setup. Nonetheless, I hit the
ENTER key and nervously awaited her response. To my relief, she sent back a pic
of her and her cousin topless. Granted, they weren’t full nudes and they had
their hands covering their boobs but certainly more risqué than any FBI agent
would be authorized to send over the Internet.
The next night I went into Alicia’s room again, this time pulling her panties
down to expose her pretty pre-teen ass. I snapped a quick photo and then pulled
them all the way down. Touching her with my hand was incredibly erotic. God,
her soft butt felt even better now than it had before! I started to take
another pic of my finger in her ass crack but she stirred and I chickened out,
pulling her panties back up and hurrying from the room before she woke up.
The next night I was determined to go farther. I was chatting with Kelly when
suddenly to my surprise, Jane stormed into the study, demanding to see what was
on my computer screen. I hurriedly closed the windows and so she saw nothing
but the fact I closed everything so fast was enough to make her accuse me of
hiding things from her. Well, she WAS right but I certainly wasn’t going to
admit it. Nonetheless, she “grounded” me from the computer.
Fortunately, I work as a computer programmer so I have almost unlimited access
to computers and the Internet at work. The only problem is our corporate
Internet usage is closely monitored so I had to be careful what I looked at. In
addition, e-mail can be traced as well so exchanging naughty mail messages was
out of the question. What I ended up doing to get around all this was set up a
page on a web site where people share stories, photos, bios, etc. On the site I
posted more pics of Alicia and Jane as well as a few poems I’d written before.
I also started writing up my fantasies about Alicia and posted them on the site.
This all worked perfectly and I also maintained my dialogue with Kelly. Over
time I found myself falling in love with her. How THAT could happen with a girl
I’d never met or even heard the sound of her choice may seem a bit crazy but I
WAS in love with her. Had she shown up on my doorstep and asked me to leave
Jane, I would have not even packed a suitcase! Actually, one of my biggest
fantasies was to have Kelly in our bed, fucking her where Jane normally sleeps
and then have Jane “discover” us. Of course I would just ignore her outrage and
keep fucking Kelly, proving to my bitch of a wife that I loved Kelly more than I
had ever loved her.
Meanwhile, at home I was going crazy seeing Alicia transform into this
outrageously cute little pre-teen girl. Her tits were still not showing up but
her whole demeanor and attitude was changing, a little bit every day it seemed.
With the weather warming up, she was wearing skimpier clothes. It may have been
my imagination but it seemed she saved her skimpiest outfits for when Jane was
not around. Was she somehow sensing her daddy’s interest in her? Maybe she
just instinctively knew how to please me. Whatever it was, I found myself
masturbating several times a day as I dreamed of fucking her cute little pussy.
With spring came soccer season. Alicia was one of the younger girls on her team
that was comprised of eleven and twelve year-old girls. God, soccer practice
was like Nirvana for a pedophile like me! Seeing a dozen pre-teen girls in
shorts running around the field in front of me, it was all I could do to hide
what seemed to be a perpetual erection. Although Alicia attracted the most
attention from me, there was another girl that also drove me nuts. Gale was a
also eleven although almost a year older than Alicia. What a difference ten
months can make! Her tits were starting to press out against her jersey and her
tight little ass was developing the promise of the curves to come in the not too
distant future. She was as cute as a button with a smile that could only have
been better if my cock was between her lips. She had been in a gymnastics class
with Alicia several years ago and I hadn’t seen her since. Damn, one look at
her now and I was already thinking about masturbating about her later!
The more I chatted with Kelly, the more I found myself becoming convinced that
incest was not the horrible thing that the world made it out to be. After all,
Kelly allowed her father to fuck her and she seemed well-adjusted and “normal”.
Alicia was my daughter so didn’t I have a right to be more intimate with her?
The biggest problem I faced was not Alicia, but rather her mother. Jane would
never allow me be more “personal” with Alicia. Showers were out of the
question, of course, although I jerked off many a time in the shower dreaming
Alicia was in there with me. God I wished Kelly was my wife instead of Jane!
Kelly understood my feelings for my daughter and the demons that lived inside of
me which manipulated my wants and needs. Heck, if Kelly was my wife she would
probably bring Alicia to me instead of me being in the situation I was in now.
One night Jane was out with her friends and Alicia was in bed asleep. I was
thinking about her and my cock grew hard, as it always did when I thought of my
cute little girl. Images of her and Gale running around the soccer field, hair
flying and little butts wiggling suggestively filled my head. I was wearing gym
shorts which were pretty loose on me so I pulled them to the side and let my
stiff dick flop out into the open. What I would have given for Alicia to have
taken it out, reaching inside my shorts and grabbing my throbbing cock, a smile
on her face as she found her dad’s hard dick , pulling it out where she could
lick it and suck it like a good daughter should. God I was so horny I wanted to
scream! My hand started to stroke my cock as I leaned back in the chair and
closed my eyes to better visualize her kneeling front of me, replacing my hand
with her tender mouth and lips.
The more I stroked myself the more I wanted my dick inside of her pussy. God,
imagine how tight her little pussy would feel at her age. Would I even be able
to get it into a pre-teen pussy? If so, how far inside of her could I push it?
I was humping my little girl in my mind, my hand was her pussy, my dick rubbing
inside of her as I whispered to her how much her daddy loved her and how I
wanted to show her by cumming inside of her. I could feel my orgasm starting to
rise and I stroked faster, trying to make my dick cum. I gasped as I felt that
feeling a guy gets just before he cums and I knew there was no stopping me now.
Just then I heard a slight noise. I opened my eyes and looked towards the door
leading to the hallway. Oh my god, Alicia was standing there, watching me! Her
eyes were like saucers and her mouth was hanging open as I starting to spurt cum
all over my stomach and hand. Even with her watching I couldn't hold back, I
HAD to cum at this point and it didn’t matter who was watching, I was going to
cum – period.
Shot after shot of cum spurted from my cock. It seemed that it was never going
to stop! Was it the dream I’d been having of her and Gale, the fact I was
being watched by Alicia, or maybe a touch of both that was driving this to be
one of the best orgasms I can remember? I looked down and saw my hand covered
with my cum and my stomach coated with the remainder. God, I must have
unleashed a gallon of sperm, or so it seemed! I looked back up and the doorway
was empty, she had evidently run back up to her room. Damn, now what did THAT
mean? Something told me I had some serious damage control to take care of
before Jane got home. I could just imagine what would happen if Alicia told her
mom about what she had just seen!
I suppose I should’ve cared more then about the consequences but in reality, I
didn’t care. Having my eleven year-old daughter watch me masturbate was one of
the hottest and most erotic things that I’d ever done, regardless of the danger.
Using the tissues I had brought with me before I started masturbating, I cleaned
myself up as much as possible. Then I made sure to flush the evidence down the
toilet as the last time I threw it in the garbage and damn if Jane didn’t smell
something. She recognize the familiar odor and threw the stinky tissues in my
face, telling me yet again what a pervert I was.
Rising to my feet, I adjusted my shorts to put my softening dick out of sight.
Quietly, I made my way down the hallway to Alicia’s bedroom. Her door was
almost shut and before I knocked to let her know I was out there, I put my ear
up next to the door and listened. The rest of the house was like a morgue so it
was easy to hear what normally would have been covered up by the typical
household white noise. I could just barely hear what sounded like someone
breathing heavily, almost like a panting sound. I was about to open the door
when to my shock I heard her gasp and whisper, “yes daddy”, so low as to be
almost inaudible even in the quiet of the house. What the hell was going on?
Although I couldn’t see her bed directly with the door closed as far as it was,
I COULD see her in the mirror that was on her dresser. What I saw will be
forever burned in my memory. For the first time I witnessed my daughter
masturbating!! She was laying on her back on the bed with her back to the door
so that even if someone should unexpectedly come in they wouldn’t be able to see
her right away. I wondered if she realized that her mirror was providing a
perfect view of her?
Alicia had her panties almost off, one leg out of the them and the panties
around the ankle of her other. She had her feet flat on the bed with her knees
bent and spread open, allowing her to touch herself easily. A pillow under her
butt raised her up even more and she had one hand working furiously between her
slender thighs. From what I could tell, she didn’t have a finger in her pussy
but rather used her finger tips to rub her clit in tight circles. Her other
hand was flat on the bed beside her, as if helping her to keep her balance as
she would raise her hips up and down almost like she being fucked by some
imaginary lover.
“Fuck me daddy… fuck me” I heard her gasp, barely audible even in the deathly
silence. God, was I hearing her right? Even though I had just masturbated, my
cock was instantly hard as a steel rod. Damn, my daughter was masturbating
thinking of me fucking her! I wasn't even sure she masturbated in the first
place at her age (Alicia and sex wasn’t a topic that Jane and I discussed) and
here she was, rubbing her clit as she called out to her daddy to fuck her
harder. Talk about a wet dream come true!
I pulled out my stiff dick from my shorts and started to jerk myself off. God I
wanted to just burst in her room and drive it into her wet and horny little
pussy. I would fuck her alright, I would give her what she wanted. What would
have happened had I gone in at this moment while she was masturbating about me?
I would like to think she would have been thankful and relieved to finally have
her dad fuck her. In reality, I'll never know as despite being more horny than
I had ever felt in my life, I couldn’t muster the courage to open the door.
Alicia had both hand working her pussy now. It looked like she had at least one
finger in her pussy now and her other hand was working her clit. Seeing her
gasping and bouncing on the bed, it was hard to believe she was just eleven
years old. Jane never got this violent when she masturbated so I had to wonder
where Alicia had learned it from – or was it just her natural instincts taking
over?
I could feel my dick wanting to cum and I slowed down just a little but, trying
to match my orgasm with Alicia’s, assuming she would have one. I know what all
the porn movies and stories say, but can a girl her age really bring herself to
an orgasm? I was about to find out and I didn’t want to cum until she did.
“Oh daddy, this feels so good!” she suddenly gasped and for a moment I felt a
shiver go up my spine as I thought that someone she knew I was there watching
her and she was calling out to me. What I saw next was just what I needed to
finish myself off. Her hips rose high in the bed as her hands worked tirelessly
to make her cum. Cum she did – with a bang! The sight of my little girl
reaching orgasm was all I could take and my cock started to release it’s pent-up
load. Until that moment I hadn’t really thought about what would happen when I
came and as the sperm erupted from my dick the first load landed on her bedroom
door and the rest soaked into the rug at my feet. I didn’t care, all I could
think about was that I was cumming in my little girl’s pussy as her own orgasm
rocked her.
As the last of my cum dripped from my dick, a small groan escaped from me
without warning. In the mirror, Alicia snapped her legs together like a beaver
trap and I saw her look anxiously back at the door. As far shut as it was, she
couldn’t have seen me and I didn’t see her look at the mirror. Nonetheless, I
quickly turned and went back to my bedroom, my dick throbbing. I flopped onto
the bed and closed my eyes, my hand back on my dick as I recalled that beautiful
sight of my daughter making herself cum as she dreamed of having sex with her
daddy, of having sex with ME.
Jane was home before long and the first thing she asked was where Alicia was. I
shrugged my shoulders and said she had been in her bedroom most of the night and
I had no idea what she’d been doing. Jane just gave me a funny look and went
down to Alicia’s room, shutting the door behind her. The two of them came back
out a few minutes later, a look of relief on Jane’s face but Alicia couldn’t
look me in the eyes. Did she know I’d seen her watching me masturbate earlier.
More importantly, did she know I had watched HER masturbate? Did she have any
idea that I had heard her calling out for me as she had her orgasm?
For the next couple of weeks, I kept waiting for Alicia to either say something
to me or just show me in some way that the other night wasn't just a fluke but
the beginning of something new and wonderful between us. After all, in every
porn movie and erotic story, the girl in this situation would be turned on by
seeing her father jerk off and start flirting with him or showing off her body
to him. Well, I guess life isn’t an erotic porn novel after all. If anything,
Alicia seemed to shrink away from me. She wouldn’t change into her t-shirt and
panties until she was ready for bed and she wouldn’t sit on my lap anymore.
Jane never mentioned anything to me so I knew Alicia hadn’t talked to her about
it – this wasn't something that Jane would have kept to herself.
Meanwhile, I was about to wear out my cock a I jerked off several times a day
thinking about my daughter. The image of her all but naked in bed with her hand
on her pussy was constantly on my mind. I wanted so bad to see her masturbate
again but the few times when I thought she might be doing it, the bedroom door
was shut tight or the bathroom door was locked. I tried “forgetting” to shut
the bathroom door when I was showering and “accidentally” lefy the bedroom door
open when I masturbated but there never any indication that Alicia was watching
me - or even interested for that matter.
It was about a month after the masturbation “incident” that Alicia announced she
was having a friend stay the night. Imagine my thoughts when it turned out to
be
none other than Gale, the cute girl from her soccer team. Jane warned me
immediately in no uncertain terms to steer clear of the two of them. She was
still a pain in the ass whenever it came to anything remotely pornographic or
involving young girls. I noticed one day she left an article next to the toilet
where she made sure I would see it the next time I was there. It dealt with
child molesters and predators. The main point of the article was that pervert
like me were incurable and that once identified, they could never be trusted
around young girls ever again, no matter how much they claimed to be “cured”.
Of course, if they were anything like me, they didn’t WANT to be “cured” in the
first place and I had no desire to change my ways. In any case, I got the
message loud and clear. It was then that I realized that Jane was never going
to trust me around Alicia and her friends again. Actually, I was surprised she
left me alone with Alicia at times but I guess it was just impractical not to
have to depend on me now and then.
Gale showed up with Alicia and when I saw them I almost came in my jeans right
then and there. Both of them had on the cutest ragged denim cut-offs that
revealed all of their girlish legs and just a hint of their rounding butts.
Matching tank tops revealed Gale’s growing tits, enough to warrant a training
bra but not enough to force her to wear one in order to be “decent”. Alicia was
still basically flat-chested but her nipples still popped out just enough to be
totally erotic for me. The tanks were short, revealing their smooth tight
stomachs with just a hint of baby fat remaining.
Jane watched over the girls like a mother hen, making sure I kept my distance
from them. I felt like a pervert the way she treated me but then I had to
admit, I WAS a pervert so really, what could I say? She was undoubtedly worried
that I would try to peek in on them and probably masturbate looking at them.
She had good reason to worry as that’s exactly what I was planning to do.
That night the girls slept in Alicia’s room and Jane made sure I came to bed
with her instead of staying up to watch TV alone as I usually did. Since the
arrest, we had made love a few times but it just wasn’t the same. Thus most
nights I would masturbate before I came to bed and from the strong scent of sex
in the room when I finally did come to bed, I didn’t doubt that Jane was taking
advantage of my absence to satisfy herself as well. She kept an interesting
collection of “toys” in the nightstand next to her and I didn’t doubt for a
moment that they got quite the workout.
Jane soon fell asleep and I was left to lay in bed with my eyes wide open,
totally unable to drift off myself. All I could think about was the two little
vixens in the room down the hall. I assumed they were sleeping in her bed and
as small as it was, that meant they had to be tightly pressed against one
another. Did they masturbate together? Back when we still talked about such
things, Jane had confessed to me that she use to do it with her friends during
sleepovers so would it be so unusual for Alicia and Gale to be doing it as
well? Of course, Jane said she was in high school at the time and these two
girls were only in 5th grade so it might be too much to hope they were doing it.
Even so, it made for a nice fantasy and my dick was rock hard as I lay naked
next to Jane. For a moment I was tempted to push myself up against Jane,
letting my hard dick press against her round ass and maybe even between her
smooth thighs. Just six months ago I wouldn’t have hesitated, even if it meant
fucking her in her sleep! Now, however, it was like a cold stranger was in bed
next to me and I just couldn’t muster the will, or the desire, to go for it.
Frustrated, I turned away from Jane and started to stroke myself. God I was so
fucking horny I wanted to burst! Having two sexy little pre-teens running
around all night was simply too much for a perverted pedophile like myself to
bear. Finally I couldn’t stand it. I HAD to do something or I was going to
scream out of frustration.
I carefully slipped out of bed, pausing once I was out to listen for Jane’s
snoring. She was passed out and I knew at this time of night it would take a
small explosion to wake her up. There was no doubt where Alicia got her deep
sleep characteristics from. Satisfied she was sound asleep, I moved as silently
as possible down the hallway to Alicia’s room and put my ear to the door. The
light was out as I didn’t see the glow under the door and at first I thought
they were asleep but then, just as I was about to give up and go to the bathroom
to masturbate, I heard a girlish giggle, followed by a second. I put my ear
right up to the door, trying desperately to hear what was going on inside.
“Shhhh, be quiet, you’ll wake my parents!” I heard Alicia whispering loudly to
her friend.
“I told you it would feel good, didn’t I?” Gale responded back to her.
They both giggled again and then I didn’t hear anything more except for some
rustling around and more giggling. Then I heard a low buzzing sound, like my
old electric razor, and the giggling started again. I recognized the sound
immediately – it was one of Jane’s “toys”!
My cock was so hard I thought it would break it I touched it but that didn’t
deter me from stroking it. Damn, why couldn’t they be doing this with the light
on and the door partially opened? What I would have given to see them right
now. My guess was that Alicia was using the vibrator under Gale’s
instructions. What was Gale doing in the meantime?
After that, it was the most sensuous but frustrating thirty minutes of my life.
I could hear just enough to get a good feel for what was going on but not enough
to get off from the dialogue. From the sound of it, they each took turns making
themselves cum, each of them sounding like they came at least twice each. There
was no sign that they were doing anything together other than encouraging the
other as she played with herself. About fifteen minutes into it I came, this
time remembering to avoid the door and letting it all fall onto the hallway
carpeting. It had been a long time since I was able to maintain a hard-on after
an orgasm but tonight was a record-setting night and I was back to stroking
myself again.
“Did I tell you I saw my dad touching himself?” Alicia said to Gale. God, she
was going to tell her friend what happened!
Gale must have shook her head or otherwise signaled no because Alicia
continued, “Yeah, he even shot all his stuff all over himself, it was cool.”
I barely heard Gale’s response but it was something like, “Really?” Then
Alicia said, “You’ll never believe what I did after that?” (a pause while she
must have looked at Gale who apparently had no idea). “I let him watch me
masturbate!”
Damn, so she HAD known I was watching! That little vixen; how dare she show off
for me once and then close her legs after that.
“I really did!” I heard her say a little louder, as if Gale was questioning her
story, “I even pretended he was fucking me while I masturbated. I bet that
really turned him on, don’t you think so?”
They just giggled and I couldn’t tell for the next few minutes what they were
doing.
“You’re kidding, my dad?” I finally overheard Alicia say. There was a bunch of
giggling after that as I strained to try and figure out what they were talking
about now.
“You do?” I finally heard Alicia questioning Gale, “Your own father?”
It was killing me hearing about one in ten words of the conversation and now I
wouldn’t hear anything as they laughed and giggled. Damn, what were they
talking about? What did Gale do with her dad. I knew what I HOPED she did and
what I HOPED she would teach Alicia to do but for all knew for certain, they
could have been talking about riding bikes or fishing. Under the circumstances,
that seemed doubtful but then how could I ever be sure?
It was then I heard Jane’s snoring suddenly stop with a final snort and I
quickly made my way back to the bedroom and slipped in back beside her. I heard
her ask me in a sleepy voice where I’d been. I just said I had to use the
bathroom and she rolled back on her side again, leaving me there trying to catch
my breath with this massive hard-on. I didn’t dare go back out to spy on the
girl anymore and I laid there with my hand around my shaft, wondering what the
two naughty little girls were doing.
The next morning I left for work before the girls got out of bed and when I got
home that evening Gale, of course, was not there. I had spent the entire day
totally distracted, unable to get the words and images out of my mind from the
night before. What did Gale do with her dad? Did Alicia want to do it with
her dad?
Jane informed me that she would be at a woman’s support group that night. She
didn’t say exactly what kind of “support” she needed but I had a pretty good
idea. Once she was gone I went into the family room and sat back in my Lazy-Boy
to watch TV. Another boring night in marriage hell. It was hot so I was just
wearing an old pair of workout shorts. It didn’t really matter what I wore,
nobody was going to be seeing me anyway. No doubt Alicia would be holed up in
her bedroom again doing homework and chatting on her computer.
To my surprise, not long after Jane had left, Alicia made an appearance. Even
more surprising, she was wearing her bed clothes – the usual t-shirt and
panties. She didn’t say anything but just flopped onto the couch and watched
the TV show with me. As she did so, her t-shirt flew up just a little, enough
for me to see her panties. Well, enough so I SHOULD have seen her panties.
Imagine how shocked I was when I did NOT see her panties but instead a nice view
of her cute little bottom – bare as the day she was born. The t-shirt fell back
in place when she laid down so I wasn't sure if it was a deliberate act on her
part for me to see or just an accident. In any case, it was no accident that
she wasn't wearing any underwear, that much was for sure.
For the next 20-30 minutes my heartbeat was up and I kept hoping against hope
that she would make another move, anything at all that would signal her
intentions – assuming she had any. Finally, I started to wonder if the no-
panties things was something she had picked up from Gale and not anything meant
to tease her father. Perhaps the flash she had given me WAS just an accident.
My thoughts raced through my head as I contemplated what to do. The safe thing,
of course, was to chalk it up to her growing up and an accidental viewing for me
to cherish but otherwise do nothing. There was just something about her tonight
that seemed different. I couldn’t put my finger on it or describe it, it was
just different. My gut told me it had something to do with Gale last night and
that this might be my one chance to do something, although what that something
was, I hadn’t a clue.
Well, that wasn't exactly being truthful. I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
The key was the difference between WANTING and DOING. If I tried anything and
it turned out I was wrong, with my past record they would throw the book at me.
As much as I liked being a pedophile, being a pedophile in prison was NOT on my
to-do list. Then again, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Perhaps I could make
a small move and see how she reacted before doing anything I couldn’t take back.
“Hey baby, would you like to sit on my lap?” I blurted out, not even thinking
about it before I said it but rather just letting it slip out.
My heart pounded and for a moment I thought I had blown it as she didn’t answer
me back. Damn, this was exactly what I was afraid might happen. Now she would
tell Jane and I would be screwed again – but by some big tattooed guy named
Bubba in the prison shower. Then, just as I was about to make up some lame
excuse for saying it, she got up and without a word walked over to my chair and
climbed up onto my lap as if it was something she did all the time. Actually,
it WAS something she use to do all the time, just not lately.
She sat down with her butt on my crotch and her legs stretched out in front of
her between mine, facing the TV set and laying her head back against my chest.
Her hands rested on my bare thighs as I put my arms around her and hugged her.
“It’s been a long time since you sat in my lap like this,” I said to her softly.
Alicia still didn’t say anything but just squirmed a little bit to position
herself better. I noticed her t-shirt had ridden up and there was nothing
underneath her. Assuming what I had seen before was correct and she wasn't
wearing any underwear, that meant her bare bottom was resting against my crotch
with nothing but my thin shorts between us. The thought of that caused my dick
to stiffen involuntarily and I knew she had to be able to feel it under her but
she didn’t make a sound or move.
“Does it turn you on for me to be on your lap like this daddy?” she said out of
the blue, taking me a bit by surprise. I didn’t answer her right away so she
continued saying, “Gale says her dad gets turned on when she does this and that
he gets hard underneath her, just like you are now so I guess I must turn you on
too?”
One of the problems of fantasizing for years about having sex with your
daughter is that you start to work out an entire fantasy world with everything
scripted out and you know what you’ll do in every situation. Suddenly. I was
faced with a situation I had never anticipated and I had no idea how to respond.
Was she teasing me, flirting with me, coming on to me, or what?
“Well, you’re a very pretty girl so yes, you do turn me on,” I finally managed
to lamely get out. God, here I was with the dream of my lifetime and I was
stammering like a high school boy getting his first feel in the front seat of
his parent's car.
Alicia leaned over to one side and reached underneath her, fumbling with my
shorts until she found the opening and reaching in to grab my stiff dick.
Without hesitation, she pulled it out but then let go of it and leaned back
upright again, only now my dick was exposed and I could feel it against her bare
ass. She wiggled her butt a little, as if she wanted to feel it against her as
well. It was heaven yet it was terribly confusing as well. What the hell did
she want? Was this just the ultimate tease or the start of something special?
Neither of us said a word for the next few minutes as she wiggled her butt in
little circles over my dick. It wasn't a lot but just enough to make my dick
move against her cute bare ass. Then she put her hands on the arms of the chair
and lifted herself up higher onto me until my dick wasn’t under her anymore and
popped upward between her thighs. She then let herself down just enough so that
it was pressed up against her pussy and her thighs squeezed together against my
captured dick. Damn, my dick was now pressed against her crotch! I could see
the tip of my cock poking up through her legs as she pulled the t-shirt back and
out of the way so we both could see it. I was afraid to say a word lest the
spell be broken and suddenly everything disappeared like a dream. Alicia didn’t
say anything either, just sitting there on my lap with my dick between her legs
as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
I wanted to reach down and pick her up under her tight little butt and then drop
her down on my dick. God I wanted to fuck her so badly and I knew in just a few
more minutes I would have built up to the courage to do it. Whether I really
would have, well I'll never know as just then I heard the garage door raising.
Damn, Jane was back early! Alicia heard it too and she quickly scampered off my
lap and ran to her room without saying a word or looking back. I grabbed a
newspaper and put it over my lap to hide the tent my cock was creating now that
I had pushed it back out of public view.
Just then Jane came in from the garage and looked at me suspiciously, as she
always did these days when she came home. She suspected that I was doing
something wrong or naughty while she was out. The sad thing is, she was right
but didn’t know it. I was just thankful that she had opened the garage door
instead of parking outside and walking in through the front door. It would have
been hard to explain why our daughter was sitting bare bottomed on my lap with
my erect dick poking up between her thighs! She saw me reading the paper and
didn’t even bother to say hello but went straight back to Alicia’s room as if to
make sure I hadn’t defiled out daughter in her brief absence. Little did she
know just how close I had come to doing exactly just that!
The next night was soccer night and I had a whole new appreciation for Gale
watching her in her shorts running up and down the field. Her parents were
there and I watched her father hugging her and I couldn’t help but wonder what
she and her dad would be doing at home after the game tonight? Was the mom
involved too? Just how far did they go? It was tempting to go up to her dad
and ask him how it felt to fuck his daughter but while I may be a pervert, I’m
not a STUPID pervert. Still, the idea of him fucking his little girl was a huge
turn-on for me.
When we got home Alicia took a bath. I made it a point to just happen to be in
the hallway when she came out, wearing just a bath towel around her now clean
body and her wet hair wrapped up in another. She just grinned at me as she went
to her room and I watched her, wishing I could follow her in and watch her take
off the towel. Just as she was about to go into her room, she paused and looked
me in the eyes from down the hallway and then she grinned at me, this naughty
grin I had never seen her give me before. To my complete surprise, she took the
towel in both hands and quickly opened it, revealing her naked body underneath
like some pervert opening his overcoat to a girl on the street. Just as quickly
she closed it again and she giggled as she hurried in her room and shut the door
behind her. Damn, she was becoming quite the little tease all of a sudden. I
wondered yet again how much of this was Gale’s influence?
Jane and I were in our chairs watching TV when Alicia came down to wish us
goodnight. This time I was pretty sure she had her panties on although at this
point, I wouldn’t be TOO surprised at anything she did. She gave her mom a kiss
and a hug and then she hugged me. For a brief moment out eyes met and she
grinned, as if we had a secret to share and indeed we did.
Jane was exhausted for some reason so we went to bed early. As was becoming the
usual evening routine, she fell asleep quickly, snoring loudly while I was left
to try to fight insomnia. I thought about Alicia flashing herself at me and the
way she giggled afterwards. The giggling is what made me wonder if she was just
teasing me, paying some cruel joke on her father perhaps? I wondered for the
millionth time what she and Gale talked about when they were alone. Was Gale
teaching Alicia ways to tease her dad? Was Gale just a tease or did her dad
fuck her? As much as I enjoyed the brief view, I wasn't thrilled by the idea
that she might be doing it just to tease me.
By now Alicia should be asleep so I quietly got out of bed – something I was
getting better at all the time since Jane had ordered me to go to bed at the
same time she did. I wondered if Jane had any idea how badly she snored? Well,
I wasn’t about to tell her as it was the best indicator I had that she was
asleep. She might fake sleeping with me but she would never admit she snored
and thus would never fake it.
Alicia’s door was partially open, as it usually was, and so I slipped into her
room as I had many times before while she was sleeping. She was one her side,
the sheets pushed down to the end of the bed and her t-short bunched up around
her waist, revealing her ass and legs except for the pink cotton panties she was
wearing. Slowly and carefully, I worked her panties down, this time talking
them all the way off. When she woke up this time she would know her dad had
been there! My hand lightly caressed her bare bottom. God it felt so soft and
smooth, not a blemish or a stretch mark on it. I dropped my shorts to the floor
and set my hard dick free, leaning forward until I was able to rub it up against
her bare bottom. God, how close I had come to fucking her before when she was
on my lap. What might have happened had Jane not made an early return?
Alicia stirred and I stepped back, waiting to see what she was going to go. She
stretched in her sleep and turned onto her back, her one arm up over her
forehead with the other to her side. Her mouth was open just slightly and her
eyes stayed shut as she remained asleep. The sight of her open mouth was too
tempting, I had to stick my cock in it! Holding my stiff dick in my hand, I
gently maneuvered it between her lips until the head was partially in her mouth.
God, my eleven-year-old daughter was as close to sucking my dick as you could
ask without actually blowing me. Then I slowly moved it in and out, not much
but just enough to feel her lips moving against my hard cock.
Then she stirred again and I held my dick still in her mouth, afraid to move it
without waking her. As I sat there frozen, to my surprise I felt something
against the tip of my dick. Damn if her tongue wasn’t touching me! I pushed a
little harder and her mouth opened to accept my dick, letting me push the entire
head of my dick in her little mouth. I was rewarded by her tongue moving
against me even more. She obviously didn’t know what to do but one thing I knew
for sure, my daughter was sucking my dick!
“That feels good baby,” I whispered to her, knowing she was awake now and just
pretending to be asleep. Damn, had she been awake the entire time?
Technically, I don’t know if it was a true blowjob or me fucking her mouth as I
did most of the “work” while she just laid there with her head back.
Personally, I don’t care it’s called, all I know is my dick was finally in my
daughter’s mouth - and she liked it.
I stroked my shaft as I moved it slowly in and out of her mouth. I didn't want
to gag her or make her uncomfortable so I just pushed it in a little way,
letting my hand do most of the work when it came to getting me off. Still, the
sight of my dick in Alicia’s open mouth was enough to get me off no matter what
my hand might have been doing.
When I felt my cum about to burst out, I pulled my dick from her mouth. For the
first time she opened her eyes and I could see the curiosity on her face as she
wondered why I had stopped. Well, she found out a few strokes later as I pumped
my cum all over her face. Some of it went in her mouth and she grimaced at the
sharp taste of my cum but she didn’t spit it out either. She smiled at me as I
worked the last bit of cum out of my dick and then I inserted it back in her
mouth again. I could tell she wasn’t thrilled by the taste now but she didn’t
resist and her tongue felt wonderful against my now sensitized dick.
With my cum now on her face, my head cleared enough for me realize the enormity
of what I had just done. God, my daughter had just sucked my cock and I had cum
on her face and mouth! This was now beyond teasing and flirting. Bill Clinton
may say oral sex isn’t sex but trust me, Jane and the police have a different
view on the matter. I had just committed incest with my daughter. Sure I had
dreamed of this moment since the day she was born but for it to actually happen
was almost beyond belief! As for Alicia, she was just grinning from ear to ear.
Finally, I just HAD to ask her. I HAD to know.
“Did Gale teach you about this? Does she do this with her dad?”
Alicia giggled and just nodded her head. Well, that told me part of what I
wanted to know but not all.
“Does her father do more with her?” I asked. Again, all I got was a grin and a
nod.
“Do they have sex?” - Another BIG grin and nod.
“Is that what you want Alicia? Do you want to have sex with me?”
There, I had asked her - finally. It was like time stood still as I waited for
the answer. Then she grinned even wider than before and nodded vigorously.
Damn, my baby girl wanted me to fuck her!
God, I wanted to fuck her right then and there. Don’t ask me how, but somehow
I managed to take control of myself enough to realize that the risk was just too
great. A BJ was one thing, I could have pulled back and somehow pretended to be
innocent should Jane appear unexpectedly. Fucking, though, would be a LOT
harder to hide. As badly as I wanted to fuck her, it was gong to have to wait
for another day.
I kissed her, tasting my cum on her lips, and then left the room. After I was
back in bed I heard her in the bathroom, brushing her teeth and washing her face
no doubt. What was she thinking now? I wondered how it felt to be a girl,
feeling a dick in your mouth for the first time?
The next week was the most frustrating week of my life. Here I was with an
eleven year-old daughter hot to lose her virginity and I couldn’t get the right
opportunity to take it! As badly as I wanted her, I also was her father and I
wanted her first time to be special, not some hurried affair with us both
worrying about being caught.
In the meantime, there were a couple more soccer games and I couldn’t help but
wonder if Alicia had told Gale about what had happened. Gale seemed to make a
point of walking by me and letting me see her butt wiggle just a little bit more
than usual; Then one time she stood next to me and when nobody was near us,
said, “Alicia says you’re a good daddy now, just like mine.” I looked down at
her to try and figure out what she meant but she just gave me this naughty
little grin and ran off, giving her butt an extra wiggle for my benefit.
Later, as we were packing up the gear, Gale’s dad was helping me carry some
bags and it was all I could do to not ask him what it meant to be a “good
daddy”. I wondered if he would ever consider swapping daughters? Of course, I
had to fuck my own first, and that was becoming more frustrating with each
passing day.
When the opportunity finally did arrive, like everything else so far it wasn't
anything like I was expecting. I kept waiting for Jane to leave us alone some
night long enough to allow me to fuck Alicia the way she deserved to be fucked
the first time. Jane seemed to sense that something was up, though. She never
really came out and said anything, but there was just something about the way
she looked at us that made me wonder if she suspected anything. There couldn’t
be anything she KNEW about because if she did, I was sure she would have brought
it up immediately and tossed me out on my ear. Whatever it was, she seemed to
make a point of never letting me be alone with Alicia for any length of time.
One night Alicia motioned for me to come with her and she took me out to the
garage. She went behind a pile of rags and pulled out a small medicine bottle.
In it were a couple of pills. What the heck was this all about?
“Gale says her dad gives these to her mom to make her sleep at night,” she
explained briefly. I noted she didn't say WHY Gale’s dad wanted his wife to
sleep soundly but I had a pretty good idea. Looking closer at them, I
recognized them as being Ambien CR, a sleeping pill that is advertised a lot on
TV.
With that Alicia ran back inside, leaving me holding the bottle and wondering
what to do next. I knew some people who took Ambien and from what I heard, it
worked pretty good. I also knew that you weren’t suppose to chew them either so
the natural question was, how did I get Jane to take one? It wasn't like Jane
never took pills. She was always having a headache, especially since I had
returned home, and often took something at night before she went to bed. The
main question I had was how to substitute the Ambien for her other drugs.
As it turned out, it was ridiculously easy. Jane often asked me for her pills
at night after she had gone to bed and didn’t want to get back up. Usually the
room was dark and she just popped whatever I gave her and swallowed them down
with a Dixie cup of water. This night was like most others. She laid in bed
and complained her head hurt and whined for me to get her pills. Normally this
was a pain in the ass for me but tonight I felt my heart rate go up as I went
into the bathroom. Reaching into my pocket, I took out the Ambien pill and got
a glass of water. Back in the bedroom, I smiled and teased her, telling her to
open her mouth and stick out her tongue. Things aren’t ALL that bad between us
and she laughed and closed her eyes, sticking out her tongue. I dropped the
Ambien pill on her tongue and she took the cup of water and swallowed it down.
I had no idea how long it would take for the pill to take affect but I expected
longer than it did. It wasn't ten minutes and she was out like a light! I
waited a few more minutes and reached over to shake her. She didn’t respond so
I called to her, shaking her shoulder rather hard. Damn, she wasn't even
snoring! For a moment I panicked and listened for her breathing. Thankfully
she drew a breath and my heart rate returned to normal again. How bad a husband
was I to drug my own wife so I could have sex with our daughter? Oh well, did I
care?
This time I didn’t sneak down the hallway but walked confidently into my
daughter’s room. I entered her room totally naked, wearing nothing but the
biggest hard-on you can imagine. The lamp by Alicia’s bed was the only thing
on, providing a soft light to the room that made her naked body laying on the
bed all that more sensual for me. I stood over her and admired her, taking in
her nude body and trying to burn the image into my brain. God she looked
beautiful! She was so skinny, her chest still flat but her nipples providing
the promise for the future. I loved the way her long legs stretched out, so
smooth and beautiful.
Alicia looked up at me and her face practically glowed with her emerging
sexuality. She may only be eleven years old but she was ready for this, there
was no doubt in my mind. I could see Jane in her eyes, that same lustful look
her mother got was there in Alicia’s.
“I love you Alicia,” I said softly to her.
“I love you too daddy,” she replied, and then added those sweet words I had been
dying to hear for so many years, “I want you to fuck me daddy.”
Odds were she had been coached by Gale to say that but it didn’t matter, it was
the most wonderful thing she could have said at that moment. Indeed, there was
nothing in the world I wanted more at this moment than to fuck my own daughter.
She was going to be mine. I was going to take her and ram my dick deep in her
virgin pussy. I was going to cum in her and fill her cunt with my sperm.
Frankly, at this point it didn't matter if she changed her mind or what
happened. Yes indeed, I was going to fuck my little girl and nothing in the
world could stop me now.
I stood next to the edge of the bed where she was laying, allowing my erect cock
to stick out close to her smiling face. This time, instead of me pushing my
dick in her sleeping mouth, she eagerly reached out and took my shaft in her
hand and guided it to her mouth. I groaned as I watched her mouth take my dick
and her tongue once again touched the head of my cock. Damn, where was the
video camera when I needed it? I would have loved to have recorded this moment,
the first time my daughter voluntarily took my dick in her mouth and sucked on
it.
Of course, her technique left much to be desired but that wasn't what was
important now. It was just the fact she was sucking my dick that turned me on.
As she sucked me I reach down and put my hand between her legs and cupped her
bare crotch. She lifted her leg, allowing me to get a better position on her
pussy. She felt so warm, so inviting!
I pulled my cock away from her and she looked at me as if wondering why I was
stopping her from sucking me. I explained that it was my turn to make her feel
good. I twisted her around until her butt was on the edge of the bed with her
legs hanging over. Kneeling on the floor, I draped her legs over my shoulders
and gazed at her beautiful pussy as she waited for me to lick her. Bending
down, I felt the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs against my cheeks and then
I could smell the wetness of her pussy.
Her pussy beckoned me and I reached out with my tongue until I touched her. My
tongue moved to her clit and I felt her shudder as I took it gently between my
lips and tugged on it. She tasted wonderful, so much sweeter than Jane’s more
mature pussy. I could hear her moaning as my tongue licked her, running up and
down her pussy, pausing each time to pay special attention to her clit.
As much as I was enjoying the taste of her pussy, this wasn't what I really
wanted to do. Now that she was all wet and horny, she was ready for my dick so
there was no sense in delaying it any further. I stood up and she grabbed her
legs and held them up, exposing her now thoroughly wetted pussy to me. Our eyes
met and I could see she was nervous, trying to smile at me but the fear of the
unknown was in her face.
“Are you ready baby?” I asked her gently.
It was a moot question as it didn’t matter what she said anymore. I was going
to fuck her one way or the other but it would be nice if she really wanted it.
She just nodded at me and I saw her bite her lower lip as she prepared herself
to be violated by her father’s incestuous dick.
I couldn’t wait any longer, I HAD to fuck her and fuck her NOW. With one hand I
spread her wet pussy apart and with the other I guided my cock to her tiny pussy
hole. I rubbed the head of my dick around her, teasing her pussy and then
placing it right at her hole. I grinned like a high school boy as I started to
push. Her tight virgin pussy resisted me, trying valiantly to prevent this
strange object from entering her. God she was so small! Was I really going to
be able to even get inside of her?
“Daddy, it hurts,” she whined as I pushed even harder.
My dick, hard as it was, bent slightly as I put more weight behind it. I didn’t
care if it hurt her now as I knew that once I was inside of her that the pain
would change to pleasure.
One hard thrust and I felt her pussy part and the head of my cock literally
popped inside of her. Looking down, I saw the entire head was now out of sight,
buried in her super tight pussy. Damn, I was actually fucking Alicia! I was
finally fucking my daughter after all these years of just dreaming about it.
Now that the head was in her it was easier to push myself deeper inside of her.
I felt the resistance of her hymen and with one hard shove, Alicia was no longer
a virgin. She cried out in pain but I didn’t stop until my dick was all the way
in her. Most of my life I spent embarrassed by my small cock size but this was
one time it came in handy. Once again I looked down and saw my hairy crotch was
now pressed up tight against her now defiled pussy. My dick was nowhere in
sight, totally buried in my daughter as we were now coupled together like a
father and daughter are meant to be.
I just let myself stay inside of her, not moving as I let the pain subside in
her pussy. I felt her relax and her breathing started to return to normal so I
started to stroke my dick in and out of pussy, slowly at first, just letting it
slide in and out of her. She didn't say anything as she kept her eyes closed
with this fierce look of determination on her face. I think she wanted me to
pull out of her but she was not going to say it.
“Well... how does it feel to have your daddy fuck you?” I asked her softly,
keeping my strokes going at a steady, rhythmic pace. Alicia opened her eyes and
finally a smile came to her face as we looked at each other.
“It’s wonderful daddy, it feels much better now.”
Her pussy felt like a wet vise around my dick, a warm slippery one but god she
was tight! The position she was in made it easy for me to thrust myself into
her and so I decided that other positions could wait for the next time – and I
knew there would be many in the future. Her now ex-virgin pussy wasn’t use to
this type of abuse so I worked on getting myself off, rubbing my dick in her as
I felt myself getting close.
“Daddy’s going to cum in you now baby,” I warned her, as if she had any choice
in the matter.
She didn't say anything nor was I expecting her too. I was so close and then I
felt it, that surge in my dick I felt when I was about to cum. I erupted,
spewing my cum deep inside my daughter’s pussy. The atrociousness of what I was
doing struck me like a Mack truck as I released one load of cum after the other
inside of her. God, I was literally mating my daughter!
When I finished cumming in her I let my cock stay in her, feeling it throbbing
inside of her as it began to slowly shrink. Finally, I pulled out of her and
picked her up, laying her back on the bed with her head on her pillow. She
didn't say a word but she was glowing with that freshly fucked look on her face.
I reached down and kissed her on the lips, the first time I had actually done
that with her. Funny, it seemed almost more intimate to kiss my daughter than
to fuck her!
She was exhausted so I decided to let her sleep and not try for anything more.
I kissed her again, told her l loved her, and left her room, turning out the
light and shutting the door behind me. As I walked down the hall to our
bedroom, it suddenly struck me what I had just done. Damn, I had fucked my own
daughter! This wasn’t just a fantasy anymore, I wasn’t just fondling her in her
sleep. My dick had actually penetrated her pussy and I had released my sperm
inside of her. This was the real thing!
Jane hadn't moved an inch since I had left. She was snoring now and didn’t miss
a beat as I climbed in next to her and pulled up the covers over us. Thank god
for modern medicine! I reached over and felt the warmth of her naked body.
Suddenly this irresistible urge came over me and I moved up close top her,
spooning her from behind with my arm around her naked body. My dick was pressed
into her ass and I wondered how she would feel knowing it was still wet with her
daughter’s pussy on it. I fell asleep with my hand cupping her large boobs and
my dick in her ass crack.
The next morning Jane finally woke up, commenting on good she had slept. I just
smiled as I knew that she had no idea why she had slept so well. Suddenly, it
occurred to me that I had left Alicia nude in her bed, her pussy literally
dripping with her daddy’s cum. Damn, if Jane caught her like that I was toast!
I was about to panic when a little voice called out from the hallway, telling us
good morning. Thank god she had somehow woken on her own. I was sure she would
have cleaned herself up and put something on by now so I was out of the woods.
Oh well, something to keep in mind the next time I fucked her.
Alicia played it cool, showing a maturity far beyond her eleven years. It
wasn’t until Jane was in the bathroom that she smiled at me and softly told me
how much she enjoyed what we had done the night before.
Perhaps the most interesting result of me fucking Alicia was at the next soccer
game. I didn’t know for sure if Alicia had told Gale about what we had done
but I suspected she did from the way Gale was looking at me. The best part,
though, came later when her dad was helping me once again to pick up the
equipment. While he didn't bring up anything about sex, he DID mention that he
was a doctor and if I needed a prescription in the future for my “sleep problem”
that all I needed to do was ask. It would have been just an innocent remark had
he not winked at me and then nodded towards our girls. I knew then that he
wasn’t talking about me having any problems getting to sleep! Hmmm, was he
interested in swapping daughters someday?
In the meantime, I wanted nothing more than to fuck Alicia again, and again, and
again! What can I say? Fucking an eleven year-old girl has it hands down over
an older woman like Jane. Really, who could blame me for taking advantage of my
situation?
John
First Time With My Daughter