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   ---- The Slutty Daughter

   Jenna studied her wardrobe with care.  The more she looked at it, the
more convinced she was about how inadequate it was for the purpose she had
in mind.  She took a couple of steps back and sat at the edge of her bed.
After a few minutes she stood up and going up to the cupboard began to
fling all her clothes on to the bed.  Once it was emptied she began to go
through the pile of clothes.  She began sorting them into three piles - Not
Suitable, Promising and Needs Work.  It took her half an hour to go through
the whole bunch but at last she had a pile of clothes that would help her
in her quest.

   For that evening she decided on a short navy blue top and a white skirt.
Both were at least a size, if not two, small for her.  After bathing and
combing her hair she put in the top.  She had to actually wriggle into the
damn thing.  But once it was on the effect was fantastic.  Her budding
breasts looked juicier and firmer than they were.  A few pushes and tugs
made them look bigger and more prominent.  She was also happy to see that
her nipples stood up against the fabric creating two little bumps that no
one would mistake for anything else.  Next she went through her set of
panties and chose a white lace one.  Then the pulled on the skirt, it was
perfect.  It ended just at the top of her thighs, and bending on her part
would reveal her lace panties.  She looked at herself in the mirror and
studied her body like she imagined a man would, what she saw pleased her.
No man would be able to resist her; she sincerely hoped that it held true
for the man she intended to seduce.  As an after thought she pulled off her
panties, and that seemed to satisfy her.

   "Hi daddy", she called out as she entered the kitchen.

   "Hi doll", replied without looking back.  He was getting dinner ready.

   She walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek.

   "Whoa!" he thought to himself when he saw her.  "Is that my daughter?"

   Peter was in a quandary.  He wanted to admonish her for her attire, but
he didn't have a clue about how to do it.  Jenna had been brought up
entirely by her mother.  When Sheila was around Peter had taken no interest
in his home.  He was on a fast track with his career and he had let nothing
distract him from his work.  Then three years ago his life had caved in. 
Sheila had been diagnosed with cancer.  Suddenly he pulled up short and
re-examined his life.  There was money in the bank, he was secure
financially, but suddenly none of it made any sense any more.  He has quit
his job and dedicated himself to the care of his wife.  After three years
of pain and suffering Sheila had quietly slipped away one month ago.

   Over the past six months Peter had been looking at his options.  He knew
he didn't need to work any more, his investments were bringing in more
money than he could spend.  So he had decided to take it easy for a little
while more so he could help his 13 year-old daughter adjust to life without
her mother.  But he had found that there was a huge gap between father and
daughter.  He didn't have a clue about how he was to talk to her.  One day
he had decided that he needed to prepare her for her periods, so he tried
sitting her down and talking to her.  As it turned out, Jenna had already
begun having her periods and she seemed much more knowledgeable about the
topic than him.

   Even more disturbing was the fact that over the past few months he had
come to regarding his daughter in a very unfather-like fashion.  At night
he would be filled with images of her naked daughter and that disturbed
him. It did not make it any easier that she dressed in virtually nothing
when she was at home or for that matter even when she went out.

   Now he looked at her across the dinner table without being obvious about
it.  Her breasts definitely looked bigger, he guessed it must be because of
the t-shirt.  Her perky nipples were clearly seen.  The more he looked at
them, the harder it got for him to keep his hands away from his penis.  The
damn thing was growing hard and it was uncomfortable in his shorts. 
However he thanked his stars that he wasn't wearing underwear, it would
really have been uncomfortable then.

   In the screen of his mind he remembered her skirt and how short it was.
He dropped his fork and then went under the table to retrieve it.  As soon
as he ducked under the table his daughter spread her legs wider.  He was
shocked to be looking straight at her naked cunt.  When he came back up he
was sure his face was flushed.

   "Something wrong daddy?" she asked innocently.

   `You little slut', he thought to himself, and then replied, "No honey. I
guess I'm out of shape and bending over has left me out of breath."

   "Hmmm", she nodded and continued with her food.

   After dinner father and daughter sat before the television.  She sat on
the floor to his right, out of the corner of his eyes he ogled at her cunt.
The pubic hair was neatly trimmed and the pink of her cunt just barely
showed.

   "It's nice, isn't it?" she asked in her innocent voice.

   "W..what?" he stammered.

   "The cherry", she said holding up the cherry in her hand.

   `Two can play this game bitch' he thought.

   "Yes, nice and juicy", he replied.

   "Hmmm, yes.  I like the way the juices flow when its pressed", and she
proceeded to demonstrate it.

   "Yes, that's because it's full and ripe", he countered.

   "Does instant wetness mean that the cherry is ripe for picking?" she
asked innocently again.  But her eyes betrayed her.  It has a naughty
twinkle to it.

   "Yes that is a sure indication that the cherry is to be taken", he
informed her.

   "You remember the time you tried to explain the periods to me?" she
asked.

   "Yes"

   "Well, you were a bit late on that one, but there is something you can
help me out with now.  Will you?"

   "Sure"

   She spread her legs wide and asked, "Do you think my cherry is ready to
be picked?"

   He got off the sofa and sat on the floor next to her.

   "We'll have to check how juicy it is", he said.

   "Can you check?"

   "Sure", he said and he placed his finger at her cunt.

   Slowly he pushed it into her.  As his finger started to enter her vagina
her juices began to flow from around it.  He pushed it all the way in and
then pulled it out.  As his finger began its journey out of her cunt she
let out a moan.

   "Daddy, that is amazing."

   "Want to do it again?"

   She nodded vigorously.

   He began to fuck her with his finger.  For an instant the thought
flashed in his mind that what he was doing was wrong, but he brushed it
aside with little waste of time.

   "Daddy I'm cumming", she told him.

   He pushed one more finger into her.  Soon she was bucking against his
hand as she had her orgasm.

   After she had cum she leaned back on the sofa behind her.

   "So?  Is my cherry ripe for picking?"

   "Definitely"

   "Then why don't you?"

   He didn't need a second invitation.  He stood up and took off his
shorts. As he stripped his daughter slid to the floor and held her thighs
apart.  He knelt between her thighs and placed his penis at the entrance to
her cunt.

   Slowly he pushed it into her.  It didn't take long for him to push it
all the way, she was dripping cum after his finger fuck.

   "Yessss daddy, fuck me", she begged him.

   He began to buck at her cunt.  She lay inert while he achieved his pace.
Once he had got to a constant rhythm she began to thrust upwards to meet
his thrusts.

   For a while father and daughter fucked in silence, their breathing being
the only sound in the room.  Then Peter started grunting and Jenna started
moaning.  Their sounds filled the room as they began to approach their
orgasms.

   "Ohhhh daddy, I feel you, it's so wonderful, fuck me daddy", she cried.

   "Tell me what you want, ask me baby", he told her.

   "Give me your baby juice, I want to feel it in me.  I'll be mummy."

   "Yes, yes, yes", Peter felt his climax building.

   "Honey, I'm cumming", he told her.

   "Me too.  Cum with me daddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee", she screamed as her orgasm
burst on her.

   Peter began to bang against her as his sperm began to spurt out of him
and in to her.  He didn't stop bucking till he deposited all his seed into
her.  After they were done, father and daughter lay in silence trying to
catch their breathe.

   He rolled off his daughter and sat up with his back to the wall.  She
slowly got to her feet and looked down on him.

   "I'll be in bed.  I need more, I hope you'll come."

   Peter watched as his daughter went into her bedroom.

   "No, go to mine.  If you are gonna be the mother of my children, sleep
on my bed."

   She came out of her room and smiled at him.

   "Come to bed honey", she said as she made her way to her conjugal bed.
   
