Unwrapping Mischa

[Mf, ws, inc]

Chapter 1:  Taking Out the Garbage

Mischa skipped out of the school bus and headed towards the house that she¡¯d lived in for all of her fourteen years.  She¡¯d just finished the last day at school before the Christmas holidays and her report card was very good.  She couldn¡¯t wait to show it to mom and dad.  There was a car she didn¡¯t recognize parked outside and when she got closer to the door she could hear people shouting inside.

¡°You can have your fucking girlfriend!¡+/- her dad shouted.  ¡°Just get out of this house.¡+/-

¡°You can¡¯t throw me out!¡+/- her mom yelled back.

¡°Can¡¯t I?  This was my house before we got married!¡+/-

¡°Come on, babe.  Let¡¯s go to my place.¡+/- The voice belonged to a woman Mischa had never heard before.

The door opened and Mischa¡¯s mom stormed out with an armful of clothes in hand, closely followed by the apparent owner of the mysterious voice.  She stopped when she saw Mischa.

¡°Oh Baby,¡+/- her mom whimpered.  ¡°Your dad has thrown us out.¡+/-

¡°Go in and pack your bags,¡+/- the woman said to Mischa.  ¡°There¡¯s a spare room at my place for you.¡+/-

¡°Mischa isn¡¯t going anywhere.¡+/- Dad stepped out and put his arm around Mischa¡¯s shoulders.  ¡°My Baby isn¡¯t going to live with a couple of goddamn lesbians.¡+/-

¡°This may be your house,¡+/- mom yelled, ¡°but Mischa is my daughter, John.¡+/-

¡°Yes and I¡¯m her father, you stupid bitch!  She needs a normal parent to raise her.  And she doesn¡¯t need to know about all the guys you fucked around with, before you got a taste for pussy!  Well what do you know, finally something we have in common¡­¡+/-

¡°Come on Mischa,¡+/- mom said.  ¡°If I can¡¯t stay here, neither can you.¡+/-

¡°Daddy?¡+/-  Mischa turned to her dad¡ªher eyes already beginning to tear up.  

¡°Just go inside, Sweetie.  This is still your home.¡+/- 

John turned to Mischa¡¯s mom.  ¡°And if I see you or your bitch around here again I¡¯ll call the cops.  Now fuck off!¡+/-  John ushered Mischa inside the house and looked at her sweet face that was now bursting into tears.

¡°I¡¯m so sorry, Sweetie,¡+/- he said.  ¡°I¡¯ve always known she was cheating on me, but I couldn¡¯t throw her out because I knew it might mean losing you.¡+/- He sat down at the kitchen table and placed his arm around his daughter¡¯s waist.  Today when I came home early I found them in the bedroom having a lesbian orgy.  You know what that means?¡+/-

¡°I think so.¡+/-

¡°All I could think about was you coming home and seeing it.  I couldn¡¯t take it anymore.  I always thought she was screwing every man in town, but maybe it was their wives that she was doing.  I wanted to tell her to go but I couldn¡¯t risk her taking you away.  You¡¯re my most precious possession, Mischa.¡+/-

¡°Oh Daddy,¡+/- Mischa sobbed and hugged him back.  ¡°Do I have to move in with mom and that stupid woman now?¡+/-

John smiled at her.  ¡°Not unless you want to.  You can live wherever you want, but I really want you to stay here with me.¡+/-

Mischa hugged her daddy and went to change out of her school clothes.  Neither of them felt like cooking so they got a pizza delivered and spent the night watching TV.  The next couple of days were bizarre.  Mischa¡¯s mom showed up and moved her stuff out of the house.  She kept pleading with Mischa to come with her, as her lover had a big house, but Mischa didn¡¯t want any part of it.  She and her mom hadn¡¯t had a decent relationship for several years and finally knowing what her mom had been doing to her father all these years made Mischa hate her.  She adored her father, and anyone who messed with him was messing with her too!

On Christmas Eve, she was out shopping with her older cousin Sarah.  Sarah was spending Christmas with her fianc"- and she wanted to buy some sexy underwear to wear on Christmas morning as her gift to him.  

Mischa browsed the lingerie shop and started picking up sexy little things.  She said to herself that she only wanted to try them on to see how they felt.  She tried on several revealing bra and panty sets and then she found herself staring at her body in a purple, sheer Babydoll nightie.  Her 5¡ä2¡å frame that had been skinny and straight just a few months ago now had curves in all the right places.  Her ass was softly rounded, her belly had a tiny bulge to it and her a-cup titties were firm and crowned by little pink nipples.  The material of the Baby doll didn¡¯t hide anything, lifting her titties to prominence and making it obvious that she had very little hair on her pussy mound.  A thought popped into her head.  She wanted to wear this for her daddy at Christmas.

She immediately shook her head and tried to think of other things, but her daddy¡¯s face kept popping up.  He was 49 and his body was still in good shape.  His face was sweet and angular with green eyes and brown hair that barely harbored a single strand of grey.  His 5¡¯10¡+/- frame was just chubby enough to make him huggably soft.  She blushed as she imagined the bulge that she sometimes saw in Daddy¡¯s jeans.

Mischa bought the Babydoll nightie and some other lingerie.  Sarah dropped her off at her house.  Her dad was already there when she came home so she hurried into her bedroom with her goodies and then joined him in the kitchen.  All night she looked at him in a new light.  He was such a handsome man.  His smile went straight to her heart and every time he touched her, she thought of her plan, and that sent a bolt of lightning to her little twat.  She¡¯d never been with a boy before, never even kissed one, but she knew what the unfamiliar wetness meant.  She was horny for her daddy.  But how did he feel about her?  How would he react if she tried to seduce him?  He would be shocked for sure, but would he turn her away?  She had to try anyway- she had to show her daddy how much he meant to her.

They spent a cozy Christmas Eve together, and as they watched ¡°It¡¯s a Wonderful Life¡+/- for probably the fourteenth year in a row.  As she watched, she formulated her plan.  She would give Daddy a Christmas gift he¡¯d never before imagined¡­ or maybe he had¡­ so she fantasized.
 
Chapter 2:  The Gift

On Christmas morning Mischa and her dad sat on the floor next to the tree, opening their gifts.  John had been really generous, hoping to partly make up for her mother¡¯s betrayal.  When they¡¯d finished opening all the presents Mischa gave her dad a big hug.  ¡°Thank you, Daddy,¡+/- she smiled, ¡°This has been the best Christmas ever.¡+/-

¡°I¡¯m sorry your mom wasn¡¯t here to celebrate it with you, Honey.¡+/-

¡°I¡¯m not.  I¡¯m glad it¡¯s just the two of us, Daddy, because I still have one special gift for you to unwrap,¡+/- Mischa said with a wicked little smile.

John took a slow gaze around the room for some unopened box.  He saw nothing.  ¡°Oh, goodie!  Where is it, Pumpkin?¡+/-

Mischa smiled, ¡°It¡¯s the biggest thing I¡¯ve ever given anyone so I¡¯m really nervous.  You¡¯re either really going to love it, or your going to hate it.¡+/-

¡(R)Hate it?¡¯ he thought¡­ ¡°You don¡¯t have to be nervous with me, Sweetheart.  I know I¡¯ll love it, whatever it is.¡+/-

¡°I really, really hope so, Daddy.  I want so much for you to love it.¡+/-  She might have placed a little too much emphasis on the word ¡(R)it¡¯.  ¡°Now, make yourself comfortable here while I go and get it.  Be patient.  I have to wrap it first.¡+/-

¡°You really don¡¯t have to give me anything big.  You are on an allowance you know,¡+/- he said and grinned.

Mischa smiled back as she practically trotted toward her bedroom.  She shook as she put on the purple babydoll and tiny panties in the same sheer material.  She ran her fingers through her shoulder length brunette hair.  Her brown eyes inspected the young sexy vixen in the mirror.  This was it.  Today would either be the best day of her life, or she¡¯d be packing her bags to go live with her mom and her lesbian lover.

¡°Close your eyes, Daddy!¡+/- she called out as she got nearer the living room.  She slowly entered the room and looked at her dad on the sofa.  He was so handsome and so sexy at that moment.  Would he like what he saw?  Would the image of her in this sheer outfit, with the light from the window behind her, turn him on like she hoped it would?  Or would he look at her firm breasts and her hard nipples and be disgusted that his little girl thought she could seduce him?

¡°Open your eyes,¡+/- she said softly as she watched for his reaction.

Her dad opened his eyes and took several long seconds to take her all in.  He looked up into Mischa¡¯s radiant face and saw her smile.  Then he slowly moved his eyes the length of her body, stopping at her perfectly shaped breasts peeking through a gorgeous purple nightie top, her thin waist, her luscious hips, her smooth mound, her shapely legs in candy-striped purple knee socks- her tiny feet.  It was hard to see clearly with the back lighting but he could imagine well enough to fill in the dim areas.  He looked into her eyes again, ¡°Oh Baby¡­¡+/- he started.

¡°Daddy?¡+/- she replied softly.

¡°God, you are so beautiful.¡+/-

¡°It¡¯s all for you, Dad.¡+/-

¡°What¡¯s all for me, Honey?¡+/-

¡°This is my Christmas gift to you.  Please unwrap me, Daddy.¡+/-

¡°You¡¯re giving me a look at your body for Christmas?¡+/- he said with confusion and excitement. ¡°It¡¯s the most beautiful gift I can imagine, Honey!¡+/-

¡°Not exactly, Daddy.  I¡¯m giving you all of me- my body, my love¡­ and my virginity.¡+/-

¡°Mischa, my heart is pounding out of my chest.  You¡¯re trying to give me a heart attack, aren¡¯t you?¡+/-

¡°NOOOO Daddy!¡+/- she wailed, ¡°I want you to take me!¡+/-  She put a pouty look on her face and pretended to stomp her foot.

¡°Is this for real?¡+/-

¡°Yes Daddy.  Can you take me to your room now?  I really can¡¯t wait much longer.¡+/-

¡°You understand this is something they would hang me for if we got caught, don¡¯t you?  If you get mad at me someday and tell somebody, I¡¯m a dead man.¡+/-

¡°Daddy, you¡¯re the man I love with all my heart.  I¡¯ve felt this way for as long as I can remember.  A long time before I even knew what sex was, I wanted to hold you naked.¡+/-

¡°But I¡¯d be taking advantage of you.¡+/-

¡°No Daddy, you would only be taking advantage of me if I didn¡¯t want it.  And I want this more than anything I ever wanted in my life.  There¡¯s nothing stopping us.  Today we¡¯re just a guy and a girl who love each other.  And I want so much for you to love me.¡+/-

¡°I¡¯ve always loved you, Baby.¡+/-

¡°Daddy, you¡¯ve always loved me like a daughter.  From now on I want you to love me like a lover.  Don¡¯t you feel anything sexual for me?¡+/- she said, coyly moving a little closer toward him.

¡°Are you kidding?  You¡¯re the sexiest thing I see every day, since your butt started filling out a couple of years ago.  And today you've already fulfilled one of my dearest fantasies.¡+/-

¡°You have fantasies?...  Of me?¡+/- she moved a little closer.

¡°Yes, Sweetie.  My fantasies¡­ of you.  Why do you think I never left your mom?  I had to be near you.  I had to see you every day.  I couldn¡¯t risk loosing you, but now after I caught your mom the other day, I think she doesn¡¯t have a snowball¡¯s chance in hell of taking you away from me.¡+/-

¡°That makes me feel much better, Daddy.  I¡¯ve been scared she could come and take me from here.  I¡¯d die if I couldn¡¯t be with you.¡+/-

¡°Sweetie, I knew it was wrong for me to think of you sexually, but I couldn¡¯t bear the thought of not being near you.  And when I¡¯m with you, you turn me on more than anyone ever has.  Until now, I was content to just fantasize about you and let you be a normal kid.¡+/-

¡°Oh, Daddy¡­¡+/- Mischa closed the gap between them and sat down across his lap.  He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest.  Her left breast was squashed against his chest and she could feel his erection against her left thigh.  Then he pushed her away holding her by the shoulders.

¡°Babe,¡+/- he said, ¡°you act so sexy¡­ you¡¯ve never had sex before?¡+/-

¡°No Daddy.  I¡¯m really still a virgin.  I want you to be my first lover because I know you won¡¯t hurt me.¡+/-

¡°Oh my beautiful Baby, Mischa!  Of course I could never hurt you.  But I have to tell you, I¡¯m so horny now I don¡¯t think I could stop, even if you changed your mind.¡+/-

 ¡°I¡¯m not changing my mind.  I want you Daddy.  Take me and make love to me¡­ now!¡+/-

He smiled back at this pubescent girl sitting on him.  He¡¯d brought her up from birth; now she was to be his lover.  ¡°First, let me unwrap my gift.¡+/- 

She got up from his lap and stood in front of him- he got down on his knees.  With the skill of a surgeon, he began to unwrap Mischa.  He slowly pulled the babydoll over her head and leaned forward to give her a peck on the mouth.  She placed her arms around his neck and began to kiss him hotly.  After a long kiss, he lowered his head and sucked on one of her erect nipples.  While one hand explored her butt cheeks, his other hand cupped her titty as he sucked and nibbled on her wonderful fruits.  Then he slid his thumbs inside her panties and pulled them down, stopping briefly to kiss the mound of her naked pussy.  

Mischa threw her head back, with eyes closed and mouth open¡ªsucking in air as he kissed and nibbled the meat just above her clit.
His hands ran the length of her body.  As he carefully examined her petite frame, starting at her beautiful flawless legs, with both hands encircling her left thigh, he felt something drip on the back of his left hand.  Then he realized that his daughter¡¯s pussy was so wet it was dripping on him.  He cupped his hand and gently dragged his fingers up the lips of her young pussy, collecting a teaspoon of her essence.  He looked up at her with puppy eyes and slowly lapped up the liquid while she watched.  She saw what appeared to be a chill come over her father¡¯s body as he closed his eyes and enjoyed his mental orgasm. 

As he stood on his knees, her ripe titties were perfectly aligned with his mouth.  So he dwelled there for a moment, nibbling at her nipples again, before saying, ¡°I guess I¡¯m your present too- you want to unwrap me now?¡+/-

Mischa undid his sash and pulled his robe off his shoulders.  He stood up to allow her to finish.  He was only wearing shorts underneath and she sighed happily as she saw the tent in them and the saturated spot on top.  She pulled them off and gasped in delight when his full size was liberated.  She had nothing to compare it with, but she¡¯d seen her girlfriends¡¯ dildos and he compared favorably with those.  She guessed it would be a tight fit, but she trusted him to take it easy.

¡°Come with me, Daddy.¡+/-  He stepped out of his shorts and took Mischa¡¯s hand.  He lifted her up into his arms and carried her tiny near-naked body to his bedroom with the head of his dick brushing the small of her back as he walked.  His king bed was covered in yellow satin sheets.  He sat down on the edge and stood Mischa in front of him. 

¡°What do you call that?¡+/- pointing to her crotch.

Mischa giggled at such a question, ¡°I used to call it my ¡(R)pee pee¡¯ but Sarah said guys like to call it a ¡(R)pussy¡¯ soooo now I call it ¡(R)Mr. Pussy¡¯.¡+/-

¡°Mr. Pussy?  Not Miss Pussy?¡+/-

¡°It¡¯s kind of sexy thinking of it being a guy down there.¡+/-

¡°Makes sense, I guess,¡+/- dad said.  ¡°OK, do you know what it means for a guy to ¡(R)eat a girl¡¯s pussy¡¯?¡+/-

¡°Awesome!  Yes!  Sarah told me all about it one time.  She said it¡¯s incredible.  Can you eat my pussy, Daddy?¡+/-

¡°Remind me to thank Sarah sometime.  No, forget I said that.  Mischa, you have no idea how many times I¡¯ve fantasized about eating your pussy!  

¡°You have?...  YOU HAVE? Bad Daddy!  Bad!¡+/- The gears inside Mischa¡¯s head shifted into silly mode, ¡°How could you think about doing something like that to your own daughter, and then NOT actually do it?  Do you have any idea how much I¡¯ve suffered waiting for you to come into my room at night and molest me?¡+/- she said, grinning ear-to-ear.

¡°Honey, I¡¯m sorry if I¡¯ve neglected you.  I guess we¡¯ll have to work double time to make up for it.  OR we could call Child Protective Services and you can lodge a complaint with them regarding insufficient molesting.¡+/-

¡°Hee, hee!¡+/- she giggled at his counter whit.

¡°OK, so lay down on your back and let Daddy lick your incredibly cute little pussy until you beg for mercy, you naughty girl.¡+/-

She laid down with her legs shyly clamped together.  Her dad started between her breasts with his tongue and worked his way down her body.  He diverted over to each hip bone and licked them softly, then backed up to lick her belly, and wiggled his tongue in her belly button.  He stopped again at her pubic mound and sucked as much of it as he could into his mouth and gently nibbled at it.  He licked the cracks that formed between her legs and her crotch, always avoiding her sweet spot.  After savoring the fringes of the near hairless ¡(R)Mr.  Pussy¡¯ for awhile, he parted her legs wide, opening up her wet hole for inspection with his thumbs.  All he could say was, ¡°Oh god¡+/- and he buried his face in her.

Mischa cried with pleasure as her daddy¡¯s face came into contact with her pussy for the first time.  Now, one of HER fantasies had been fulfilled.  She felt his face against her soft folds and savored every moment.  

He was ravenous for her so he didn¡¯t waste any time.  As he started lapping up her juices; he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth across it.  Mischa had to hold onto the sheets as he raised her ass up a little and started tongue-fucking her.  He curled his tongue behind her maidenhead and tugged at it.  He had never eaten a virgin and this was a treat to savor.

She didn¡¯t know how long she¡¯d be able to take this sweet torture.  He nibbled at her clit as he dipped a finger in her virgin hole.  He continued sucking her clit for awhile, slipping a single finger in and out of her pussy as he went.  Then he pulled his finger out again, replacing it with his tongue.  She felt him wetting her ass hole with her own juice, and with pussy juice trickling down her crack anyway, he took his thumb and slowly, gently pressed it into her ass.

That proved to be the last straw.  His nose was putting pressure against her clit, his tongue was fucking her and his thumb was two inches into her butt.  Her ass gyrated, making his nose rub her clit.  She cried out as she gave into the pleasure.  Her hands released the sheets, grabbed his hair, and pulled his face hard into her pussy cutting off his air supply.  Her body shivered as her first orgasm with her daddy ripped through her.  

He lifted her petite ass into the air half a foot while curling his thumb in her ass to form a clamp on her tailbone.  Had she been on her belly, he could have picked her off the ground one-fingered.  

This feeling of being impaled on Daddy¡¯s thumb drove her to ecstasy.  Her thighs clamped down on her dad¡¯s head to the point where he could hardly hear her moan.  John¡¯s tongue didn¡¯t let go of her clit until her orgasm started to ebb.  

John crawled up next to his girl and kissed her.  ¡°Did you enjoy your first orgasm with Daddy, Baby?¡+/-

¡°Oh god, yes Daddy,¡+/- she sighed happily, ¡°but forgive me in advance if someday I accidentally crush your head between my legs during a climax, OK?¡+/-

¡°I can¡¯t think of a better way to die¡­  Feel my dick, Sweetie.¡+/-  

She wrapped her hand around it.  

¡°See how hard it is?¡+/-

¡°Oh yes, Daddy.¡+/-

¡°It¡¯s aching to be inside you, Baby.¡+/-

¡°Daddy, hurry!¡+/- then Mischa leaned in toward his ear and said in a sweet whisper, ¡°Please fuck me now, Daddy.¡+/-

He rolled on top of her, pinning her down with part of his weight.  He pulled her legs apart again and then leaned forward to kiss her deeply.  As they kissed, Mischa felt her ass cheeks clenching from the pressure of his hard dick on her slit.  She moved her hips and felt her pussy lips parting around his shaft.

He paused for a moment saying, ¡°I just want you to know that you are the most perfect daughter a father could ever hope for.¡+/-

He started working his dick in and out a half inch at first.  She felt tight but as his dick got wetter and he slowly increased the stroke, the pressure she felt was suddenly gone and her father¡¯s dick popped into her another two inches.  John never broke his stride.  He kept slowly increasing the depth of his stroke until he felt his head touch his little girl¡¯s cervix.  She could feel it too and she was aching for Daddy to pick up the pace and fuck her harder, but he kept up the torturously slow pace- finally stopping to kiss her gently.  

She didn¡¯t know how long they kept that up with his cock buried all the way in her.  She got used to his size and now she wanted more.  Her ass started gyrating in small orbits and he wasn¡¯t slow on the uptake.  He changed rhythm by pulling out halfway and then shoving back inside faster.  He repeated the action, faster this time.  Each time he pulled out a bit further and shoved back a bit harder, and each time he banged her clit and her cervix a bit harder.

Mischa was on fire for her daddy.  He was kneading her titties as he fucked her.  She could hear the squishy sounds of his cock slamming into her dripping pussy.  She could smell their union.  And she could feel her second orgasm approaching.  She stopped her dad and flipped him onto his back. Climbing onto him, she sat down on his dick, arched her back so that her hands were on the bed, then started pumping him in wild jerks.

¡°Daddy,¡+/- she panted.  ¡°I¡¯m gonna¡­ cum again!¡+/-

¡°Oh Mischa, cum again for Daddy.  Cum while your daddy fucks you, Baby.¡+/-

With a squeal of ecstasy, her body convulsed on his.  He held onto her legs and kept fucking her in rhythm to her jerks, even as her pussy gripped his cock tighter than before.  He kept pumping her inexperienced hole and she slammed her tight ass down on him.  These new feelings possessed her in ways she¡¯d never imagined.  

¡°Oh god, Daddy!  Fuck me!  Eat me!  Cum in me!¡+/-  Sarah had told her about talking dirty during sex and Mischa found it to be a real turn on.

After a time, as she came down off her high, she felt a rush of disappointment realizing her daddy hadn¡¯t cum yet.  ¡°You didn¡¯t cum, did you?  Did I do something wrong?¡+/- she asked as she kept on pumping at a slowed pace.

¡°No, no Baby,¡+/- he panted back, trying to catch his breath.  

¡°But you didn¡¯t cum, did you?  Please tell me I didn¡¯t miss it!¡+/-

¡°No, you haven¡¯t missed anything, but do you remember earlier in the living room when I licked your pussy juice off my fingers?¡+/-

¡°Yes,¡+/- Mischa said with a puzzled look.

¡°When I tasted your pussy juice, I came in my underwear, Sweetie.  No one has ever made me do that, not ever.¡+/-  He smiled and held her ass tightly to him, keeping her impaled.  ¡°So for a guy, it takes longer to cum the second time.  It¡¯s a good thing it happened, or I would have cummed inside you after the first three strokes.¡+/-

He pulled out of her.  ¡°How about you get on your knees, Sweetie?¡+/-

She rolled over and presented him with her butt.  He pushed her shoulders down a bit further so that her wet hole was gaping at him.  His dick dwelled at her asshole for a time, but he dared not go there for now.  He held her hip and again worked his dick back into her, managing to get even deeper in this position than before.  Mischa thought she could hardly breathe.  His cock filled her completely, but the discomfort translated to pleasure in her mind.  

He grabbed hold of her breasts and lifted her up as he sat back on his heels.  With her legs on the outside of his, she was now vertical again; impaled on his dick.  John put one arm around her breasts holding and kneading one, while his other hand cupped her belly.  He imagined her immature uterus in his hand; his baby growing inside it- another of his mind teasing fantasies of her.  

He looked straight down her spine to the small of her back perched over her tiny but perfectly formed ass cheeks.  This situation felt surreal to him.  Each time he closed eyes, he was unable to sustain the belief that this was actually happening to him.  He kept thinking this was some kind of dream he would hopefully never wake up from.  If it was a dream he would certainly die of disappointment.  He reopened his eyes, ran his hands up her sides, across her breasts, and back down to her hips, in an attempt to convince himself of his foggy reality.  He was temporarily satisfied that he was among the living and wide awake.  

Mischa¡¯s knees were parted just enough that she could get a hand to her clit.

As he coiled and uncoiled his hips, his dick slipped in and out of her little belly.  He could feel her tummy bulge with each stroke, and he wanted this feeling in his hand to last forever.  His dick was six inches into the belly of his fourteen year old daughter.  This was the fantasy of a lifetime come true.

Now Mischa was cuming again- for a third time.  He kneaded her titties and nibbled her neck.  

Upon looking to her right, Mischa caught their profile in the mirror.  The sexy image of them in the mirror made her lust for this unholy union flare, as her daddy pulled out of her and pushed back in, over and over.  

He placed her back onto her elbows and took hold of her hips again¡ªwatching intently as his dick came and went from this criminally young ass in front of him.  In a single lazy afternoon, he had fulfilled nearly every sexual fantasy he had ever conceived of.

John was grunting now with the effort he was putting into fucking her.  ¡°Rub your clit, Honey!  I want you to cum with me as I fuck you!¡+/-

Encouraged by his erotic words she rubbed herself vigorously.  Its effect was near instantaneous.  She moaned out, as her fourth orgasm of the morning started possessing her.  When her pussy was once again convulsing and gripping his shaft tightly, he made one final deep slam and cried out as he shot his hot load straight into her womb.  ¡°Oh god Baby!  I¡¯m filling you with my cum!  Oh god!¡+/-

¡°Oh shit! I can feel it, Daddy!  Fill me up until I pop!¡+/- she squealed as her pussy was filled to overflowing for the first time in her young life.  

She could feel herself milking Daddy¡¯s balls with her pussy sphincter, and when he was all spent, they fell sideways onto the bed.  He held onto her hips as they fell, keeping her impaled.  Once they were down, he pulled her close to him, keeping his dick buried in her from behind.

¡°You were incredible.  Your body is so tiny, you¡¯re so perfect,¡+/- he whispered against her hair as he kissed the back of her head.

¡°Daddy, this is the best Christmas I¡¯ve ever had!  When can we do it again?¡+/-

He chuckled.  ¡°You¡¯re ready for more already?  After four climaxes?¡+/-

¡°Are you kidding, Daddy?  I¡¯m not EVEN ready to stop.¡+/-

¡°Well, I¡¯m an old man.  I need at least a few hours to recover from your wonderful¡­ sweet¡­ curvaceous¡­ tiny¡­ juicy¡­ daughterly¡­ delicious pussy¡­ oh shit.  I think I¡¯m getting hard again just talking about it!¡+/- he joked.

¡°Just one question Mischa: when did you learn to say words like ¡(R)fuck¡¯ and ¡(R)shit¡¯?¡+/-  

¡°They¡¯re technical terms we learned at school.¡+/-

¡°Oh, yes.  Of course¡­ Hey I just remembered a poem from a nursery rhyme book. 

I love little pussy
So juicy and warm
And if I don't hurt her
She¡¯ll do me no harm.
I'll not lick her hard
Or drive her away
Then pussy and I
Very gently will play.¡+/-

¡°That¡¯s not the way it goes, Daddy.¡+/-

¡°I know, but I like it better that way.  It¡¯s more¡­ to the point.¡+/-

They cuddled up together and slept for awhile.
 
Chapter 3:  A Brush with Reality

Mischa woke up first.  She stood up on the bed quietly, walked up above her dad¡¯s head and proceeded to sit down on his face.  She rubbed their combined essence onto his nose, mouth and chin.  He opened his eyes to realize she had pinned his shoulders to the bed under her shins, so alas, what was a man to do but eat his way out of trouble?  With this vision of beauty straddled over his face, he once again locked his hands onto her hips and pulled her into him.  The dozen hairs on her pubic mound frolicked on his nose.  He blew air into her pussy, and collage of her juice and his ran out of her and into his mouth.  He didn¡¯t like the taste of cum but the fact that it had spent the last hour marinating on the inside of his young daughter¡¯s belly made it the nectar of the gods to him.

They started another round.  They licked, and fucked, and sucked until even Mischa could take no more.  The only Christmas lunch they had that day was dick and pussy, and neither one wanted anything else.

As they lay spent after the day¡¯s final wild fuck, Mischa spoke first, ¡°Hey old man, you¡¯re a lot tougher than I thought.  I really thought I could wear you out first!¡+/-

¡°In you dreams girlie!¡+/-

¡°Now what will happen?¡+/- she asked.

¡°What do you mean, Baby?¡+/-

¡°Well, we didn¡¯t use a condom.  I might be pregnant.¡+/-

John smiled.  ¡°I wish.  I would love to make a baby inside of you, but I had a vasectomy after you were born so I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s not going to happen.  I hope you¡¯re not too disappointed.¡+/-

¡°Not at my age, silly Daddy!  I have to finish college before I even think about babies.  I want to be an engineer like you; you know¡­ maybe when I¡¯m 30 or 35.¡+/-

¡°Mischa, I guess you¡¯ll think I¡¯m completely stupid, but I wish we could get married.¡+/-

¡°I¡¯ll marry you, Daddy, but people here know you¡¯re my dad, so we can¡¯t do it here.¡+/-

¡°There¡¯s no place in the US that will marry us at your age anymore¡ªunless you want to become residents of New Hampshire, and you¡¯ll need parental consent¡­ I could give parental consent, oh but then there¡¯s that nasty incest law.¡+/-

Mischa twisted her face, ¡°How do you know all that?¡+/-

¡°Because I researched it awhile back, during one of my fantasies of you.¡+/-

¡°You secretly wanted to marry me?  You keep saying stuff that makes me horny again, Daddy.  Let¡¯s see.  I¡¯m fourteen, and you¡¯re forty-nine.  I think I¡¯ll probably have fucked you to death by the time I¡¯m sixteen.  Maybe then we can get married¡­ posthumously.¡+/-

¡°Silly daughter.  I¡¯ll wear out your sweet ass like a cheap toaster!¡+/-

¡°Take your best shot, Daddy dearest!  My pussy is self-renewing you know.¡+/-

With that they got up and headed for the refrigerator to devour the rest of the Christmas Eve pizza. That night they slept together in Daddy¡¯s bed.  They were way too worn out to wake up and start anything during the night.  
 
Chapter 4:  The Oath

The next morning, they woke up around eight.  John suggested they go hit the shopping mall to see if they could pick up some bargains now that Christmas was over.  They got ready and met in the kitchen for hot cereal.  Mischa collected the ingredients while her dad got down the bowls and pot. 

Dad had a serious look on his face, ¡°You know I¡¯ve been thinking.  You¡¯re fourteen, so you know we are sitting on a powder keg here.  Outside these walls, we HAVE to act like father and daughter.  If I accidentally grab your ass, or if you slip up somehow, we could start a chain reaction that would land me in jail and you in lesbo hell.¡+/-

¡°I know Daddy.  I lay in bed this morning for a long time thinking about how I had to act normal.  Dad, you know they couldn¡¯t torture out of me what we¡¯ve done.  I love you with all my heart, and I¡¯ll carry our secret to my grave.¡+/-

¡°I know Baby, but I just had to bring it up with you.  It¡¯s not something we can just ¡(R)hope for the best¡¯.¡+/-  His face still carried a mask of deep concern.

¡°Look Daddy, next time I¡¯m on my period, you can eat my pussy.  It¡¯ll be like a ¡(R)blood oath of silence¡¯ sort-of-thing.  OK?¡+/-
Her attempt at levity made him burst into laughter. ¡°You know you¡¯re adopted, right?¡+/-

Her tongue shot out at him.  

At that moment he fell more deeply in love with Mischa than he ever thought possible.  This was an epiphany for him.  If he didn¡¯t do something to fuck this up, he was going to spend the rest of his life floating between heaven and paradise. 

When they got to the mall, they helped each other shop for clothes for the upcoming spring season. One thing they both kept a keen eye out for was sexy stuff for her.  

John found a pair of panties for Mischa he couldn¡¯t pass up.  Writing across the front of them said, ¡°It doesn¡¯t eat itself.¡+/-  They both laughed hysterically at the implication.  

Even when they checked out, the high school girl working as cashier picked up the panties to scan them.  When she read them she burst out laughing.

They found a black leather top that exposed her midriff and matching skirt that ran out of material about two inches below her twat.  When she modeled it, he wanted to take her right there in the store, but then he remembered the ¡(R)blood oath of silence¡¯ that Mischa contrived earlier that morning.  There was plenty of time for messing around later in the privacy of their home.
 
Chapter 5:  Fruit Salad

When they arrived home, John started some lunch while Mischa ducked into her bedroom.  She decided to maintain her room just as it was before, so as not to arouse suspicion from any of her friends.  She hurried to slip on the leather outfit she just bought.  She knew her dad would be crazy about it.

John called, ¡°Mischa, Honey.  I have lunch ready.  What are you up to?¡+/-

Seconds later, she showed up at the kitchen door with the outfit on, stopped and leaned on the door sill, then crossed her legs.

John could see the ripple in the muscles of her slender legs.  Mischa had a coy, cute little-girl look on her face.  Everything below her titties to her waist was bare.  Her ¡(R)inny¡¯ belly button stood proudly above the bulge in her tummy; that bulge that hid her uterus that he so much wanted to crawl into and curl up inside of.  Her skirt was a perfect length- as short as it could be without revealing anything as she walked.

She picked up a banana from the counter and peeled it all the way down.  Then she started strolling forward, on into the kitchen.  When she got about ten feet from her daddy, she paused, turned gracefully around, spreading her feet apart, and bent over at the waist exposing her bare pussy to him.

John didn¡¯t know why this was even a surprise to him at this point, given the past few days.  Smiling him in the face was her virtually hairless, perfectly formed, fourteen year old pussy.  She reached up between her legs, banana in hand, and with one hand started stuffing it into her already wet pussy.  Her daddy stood there entranced at his daughter¡¯s creativity and eroticism.  He was paralyzed- all he could do was watch her as he felt his dick ooze.  Mischa kept stuffing inch after inch.  She had now stuffed three-fourths of it inside her when it bottomed out.

He stepped over behind her, and wrapped one arm under her belly.  With his other hand, he started helping push the remainder of the banana into her pussy.  Mischa tensed her stomach muscles so that the pressure didn¡¯t hurt so much.  It was getting quite uncomfortable as he forced the banana already inside to yield to the force and crumple.  But this discomfort was also pleasurable- one she had never experienced until now.  She was growing to enjoy it more by the second.

Her daddy used his thumb to press the last vestige of the fruit into her.  Save a few quiet moans of pleasure, she remained silent, waiting to see how he would go about getting the banana out of her.  

John got down on his knees and buried his face in her pussy.  Her hole would no longer close, her pussy was so full.  As she steadied herself with her hands on her knees, he licked away while banana-flavored pussy juice flowed out of her and down John¡¯s face.  He paused his assault on her clit long enough to lick up as much of it as he could.  At this, she shivered and squealed with a throbbing orgasm.

Mischa thought, ¡(R)now how is he going to get that banana out of me so he can fuck me?  I know he¡¯s dying to!  Well, he¡¯s an engineer.  He¡¯ll think of something.  Oh, he¡¯s standing up.  Maybe he¡¯s going to cheat and dig it out with his fingers, then fuck me.¡¯
Her daddy did just that, except not in that order.  He dropped his pants to expose his painfully hard dick.  The front of his underwear was soaked with his juice.  He stuck his dick head up to her gapping pussy lips, and shoved in.  

Mischa moaned.  ¡°Oh my god!¡+/-  She didn¡¯t expect him to fuck her with her pussy already crammed full to bursting!  Deeper and deeper he managed to jam his prick into her with each new stroke.  The volume of the banana alone was already pushing the limit of her poor pussy.  Now some crazy guy was trying to stuff his dick in there too.  The pain was pleasurable, and the intense pleasure was painful.  

As he held onto her hips and fucked his daughter, he looked down on this petite young ass, knowing it was full of unnatural objects, including her father¡¯s dick.  His desire to fill the remaining volume of her insides with his cum grew rapidly.  

At this point, as her orgasm was resurrected and slowly grew in intensity like a hurricane, she thought about how much she loved her father.  How he had risked his job, his freedom, his very life to make her feel this way¡­ like no other person on Earth possibly could.  No one else, no where else, held the title of ¡(R)Daddy¡¯ to her, and it was that uniqueness that drove her to near-insanity and simultaneous ecstasy.

As her orgasm peaked, her daddy shot a load of cum into her stuffed belly.  ¡°Oh god, Sweetie!  I love you so much.  Oh jesus, I¡¯m fucking my own daughter.  Your pussy is unbelievable!¡+/-  Exhaustion soon struck.  He walked her over to the dining room table, and lay over on top of her, holding her tight, running a hand under her top and resting it on her boob.  There they stayed for another five minutes... his dick growing soft in her belly.

Later, Mischa lay down across the kitchen table on her back, with her daddy in a chair between her legs.  She propped her feet on his shoulders and let him do his work.  With the calculated skill of an engineer, he reached into her sweet pussy with two fingers, and started retrieving bits of cum-soaked pur"-ed banana.  As he removed a chunk, he popped it into his mouth and ate it.  He removed the next and popped it into Mischa¡¯s mouth.  He said, ¡°You know, when I picked the bananas up at the grocery today, I didn¡¯t expect them to taste this good, and I never dreamed bananas grew inside little girls¡¯ pussies.  I always thought they grew on trees!¡+/- 

After retrieving what he thought was the last of it, he could see the reddened and tattered look on the pussy that lie before him.  Being a man who took responsibility for his actions, he began to slowly lick the poor pussy back to health and make it all better¡­  

After all, that¡¯s what daddies are for¡­
 
Chapter 6:  Too Much Pressure

A few days later, on a Saturday morning, John had concocted a new scheme.  He had a small plastic tube outfitted with a one inch wooden ball on the end.  The whole thing had been dipped in rubber used for conformally coating tool handles, making it very smooth.  He called Mischa over beside him and unzipped her.  Reaching down into her jeans and panties with the tube and ball in hand, he pushed it into her pussy.  

Mischa uttered a melodic, ¡(R)Ooooh¡¯.  She was waiting to see what was to happen next.  

John zipped up her jeans, placed the other end of the tube into his mouth, and blew.  

Mischa squealed out, ¡°Oh man!  That feels good, Daddy.  Blow some more.¡+/- 

John did as commanded, filling her pussy up with air and letting it out, breathing in and out of her.  He sensed the moist, warm, sweet smell of the inside of her pussy.  

Mischa leaned her ass on the table and reached into her jeans with a nervous finger.  She closed her eyes and frigged herself.  Each time she inflated, she moaned, and each time she moaned John blew harder.  He had an ulterior motive¡­ he was listening for leaks from her pussy lips.  If he heard a leak, he would have to increase the diameter of the ball on the end.

Mischa¡¯s orgasm was all but silent.  She started trembling, then her hips made small gyrating motions, and then she went almost limp.  John grinned as he watched this jewel of his life shudder with pleasure.  He wasn¡¯t touching her but he knew exactly what her orgasm was doing to her.  Each time her belly convulsed in pleasure, she forced pussy air back into his mouth.

She said, ¡°Thanks Daddy¡ªthat was so different.  In fact, it was completely awesome,¡+/- then she reached into her jeans to pull out the ball.  

¡°Hey, not so fast.  I have a bigger plan.  This was just a test.¡+/-

Mischa began to grin and a new sparkle of enthusiasm appeared as a wiggle in her pelvis.  

¡°I¡¯m almost afraid to ask what you¡¯re planning, but I bet it will be good.¡+/-

¡°Sorry¡­ can¡¯t tell you¡­ spoil the surprise,¡+/- was her dad¡¯s flimsy reply.  

He started to thread the tube up inside Mischa¡¯s blouse, and down her left sleeve.  When he got to her wrist, he cut the tube off with scissors, and placed a hose clip on it¡ªthe kind that comes on a douche bag.  He poked the tube up her sleeve to hide the end, and then announced, ¡°OK, let¡¯s go to lunch.¡+/-

¡°God, Daddy¡­ you are soooo random.¡+/-

¡°Yep.  Where do you want to eat?¡+/-

¡°How about the Mexican place in the mall?¡+/-  Mischa squirmed a little trying to come to terms with the plastic tube clinging to her skin.

¡°Perfect.  Mexican it is.  Lots of people around us.¡+/-

They headed over to the mall.  It wasn¡¯t too crowded when they got there.  They got their lunches, and sat down at a table in the corner of the common area.  He made sure that Mischa sat on his right.  

Mischa noticed an odd thing¡­ Her daddy had gotten ice water to drink this time.  He practically lived on diet Dr. Pepper.  Mischa squirmed some more in her chair thinking about the ball in her pussy.  ¡(R)What was this wild and crazy guy going to do to her?¡¯

John raised her arm up and kissed her on the back of the hand repeatedly, fiddling all the while with the end of the tube, trying to work it around to the back of her sleeve.  Eventually, he got the tube¡¯s end just poking out of her sleeve on the back of her hand.  He located the clamp through the material of her sleeve and released it.

Mischa could stand it no more.  Curiosity was killing her, ¡°Dad, what are you planning to do to me in a public place?¡+/-

Her daddy just grinned and raised his eyebrows a couple of times, which made her crazy.  He picked up his glass of ice water and filled his mouth; then he placed his mouth over the end of the tube and started forcing ice water into it.

The tube became cold and Mischa squealed under her breath as the icy liquid made its way up her arm, down her side, across her belly, and in between her legs.  In seconds, the ice water flooded into her pussy.  She wiggled her ass around in the chair and exclaimed, ¡°Oh my god, Daddy.  That feels awesome¡­ You¡¯re filling my pussy up with ice water in public!  Jesus that¡¯s kinky!¡+/- 

John closed the clip, got another mouthful of water and did it again.  Over and over he pushed ice water into her until Mischa remarked, ¡°Dad, you better stop or I¡¯m going to have an embarrassing accident.¡+/-

With that remark, John closed the clip and said, ¡°OK, let¡¯s eat.¡+/-

¡°Daddy, I¡¯m so horny I¡¯m going to start masturbating right here!¡+/-

¡°Just calm down and eat, Baby.  That¡¯s what I¡¯m going to do.¡+/-  He took a bite of his taco.  He could see she was fit to be tied, but he kept his cool.  After eating a few bytes, he picked up her wrist again, placed the tube in his mouth, flipped open the clip, and water flowed into his mouth.  After a short interlude of clear water, a cloudy liquid came flowing up the tube into his mouth.  The taste of Mischa¡¯s sweet pussy was clearly apparent in the water.  He was in a restaurant drinking water freshly extracted out of a little girl¡¯s pussy without anyone knowing it.  

On seeing her dad drink the water from directly from her pussy, Mischa couldn¡¯t stand it any longer.  She hid her right hand under her shirt tail and jammed it into her jeans, leaving her left arm free so Daddy could still drink.  She was dying to squeal out as she frigged herself, but she kept as quiet and still as possible.  She held her head low so that her hair covered her face, then she spoke quietly to John, ¡°Daddy, please drink more water from my pussy, and blow air in me.  Blow hard.¡+/-  She slowed her finger down while John inflated her like before.  She could feel the air bubbling through the water still inside her.  As soon as her insides were stretched tight, she couldn¡¯t hold it any more and she began to cum.  She kept her head down so no one could see her face as it contorted from her orgasm.

John¡¯s dick was hard too and he itched for relief, but he kept it covered with his shirt tail.  Anyway, he was deriving his pleasure from just watching Mischa struggle to keep her orgasm a secret from all the other people in the dining area.  John recalled that Mischa was still inflated, so he drank the rest of the water from her and released the air.

They both regained their composure and continued eating.  Once they finished, they headed back to the car.  Fortunately, the large wet spot on John¡¯s pants was covered by his shirt.  

An older fat woman between them and the door moved their way¡­ her eyes focused on them.  John¡¯s and Mischa¡¯s hearts jumped into their throats.  They gripped each others¡¯ hands tight.  ¡°Honey, are you OK?  You look like you were crying back there.¡+/-

Mischa quickly retorted, ¡°Oh, it¡¯s OK.  I¡¯ve just been under so much pressure recently.¡+/-

The woman said, ¡°Well, OK Honey.  I was just concerned.¡+/-

¡°Thank you,¡+/- Mischa said.  All John could do was to choke up a smile, given the present location of his heart.  

The pair walked past the woman a few yards, then simultaneously burst into laughter.  ¡°Too much pressure?  That¡¯s a good one!¡+/-  John said as he grabbed Mischa around the neck and gave her a noogie.

In the car, Mischa laid her head down in her dad¡¯s lap as she made little circles on his leg with one finger.  ¡°I really, really love you Daddy.¡+/-  

¡°Ditto kid¡­ more than you can know,¡+/- her dad said softly as he ran his fingers through her hair.  ¡°I think we qualify as soul mates now, don¡¯t you?¡+/-

¡°I think we¡¯ve become like Siamese twins.  I can¡¯t bare the thought of not being next to you¡­¡+/-  A long pause ensued.  ¡°Daddy?  This thing in my pussy¡­ can I put it in you and do the same thing to you sometime?  The thought of it really turns me on.¡+/-

¡°Honey, as long as it doesn¡¯t involve knives, fish hooks, high voltage, or soldering irons you can do anything you want to me.  It turns me on just thinking about you doing stuff to me.  You know, all the time we¡¯ve been lovers, I¡¯ve pretty much been running the show.  I would love for you to be the leader sometimes.¡+/-

¡°OK then, when we get home, I¡¯ll be the leader.¡+/-

¡°I can¡¯t wait.  As you may recall, I¡¯m a couple of orgasms down on you today.¡+/-
 
Part 2

Chapter 8:  The Probe

When John and Mischa arrived home, he was busting at the seams to relieve his sexual tension.  He was hoping Mischa hadn¡¯t forgotten about wanting to test the ball in his ass.  He had experimented with enemas many years ago and found them to be quite erotic but since his wife didn¡¯t share his enthusiasm, he had dropped the practice.  Now Mischa had seemingly resurrected the idea out of the blue.  Perhaps she was researching stuff on the web and had stumbled onto it, piquing her interest.  Anyway, he didn¡¯t have long to wait before she brought up the subject again.

Mischa still had the ball stuffed in her pussy and she hadn¡¯t forgotten it for one second since her Dad had stuck it there earlier.  She went to pee and then looked for her father who was hold up in the kitchen pouring more of his diet addiction into a glass.  ¡°Dad, if you keep drinking so much soda it¡¯s gonna eat up your stomach, diet or not.  We learned about it in Health class the other day.¡+/-

¡°Your mother already ate up my stomach a long time ago, Honey,¡+/- John said sarcastically.

¡°I¡¯m just telling you¡­¡+/-

¡°Thanks, Honey.  Yeah I know you¡¯re right but I drank water for lunch so I missed my lunchtime ¡(R)fix¡¯.¡+/-  John sat down at the table.

Mischa walked around behind him draping her arms around his neck¡ªthe tube in her sleeve right under his nose.  ¡°Wanna give me another blow job?¡+/-

John paused for a moment then recalled what she meant by ¡(R)blow job¡¯.  He popped the tube into his mouth and tried to blow but nothing happened.  ¡(R)Ah, the valve,¡¯ he thought, popping it open and trying again.  

Air flooded into Mischa¡¯s pussy, inflating her once again.  Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she tightened her free arm around her father¡¯s chest and draped her head over his shoulder.  ¡°Ooh Daddy.  Every time you do that a cold chill goes up my spine¡­¡+/-

John released the air back into his mouth enjoying the warm damp air from within her.  The hose spit and sputtered remnants of the water he had forced into her earlier mixed with a considerable amount of pussy juice which had accumulated in there since then¡ªundoubtedly a product of her near continuously aroused state.  ¡°Oh Mischa¡ªyou¡¯re killing me baby!  Do you have any idea how tasting your pussy juice arouses me?  I gotta have some relief here!¡+/- 

¡°Come with me Daddy.  I¡¯m going to take good care of you!¡+/-  She took him by the hand and led him through the house to the master bath.  

They helped each other get undressed.  Each button¡­ each zipper¡­ was dislodged erotically.  Soon Mischa stood before him with only a clear plastic tube dangling down from her pussy to the floor.  John stood before her with nothing but his painful erection pointing straight up to the ceiling.  He spread his legs and got down to Mischa¡¯s height where they embraced in a long French kiss¡ªhis erection pressing her belly the whole time.

¡°God, Dad.  That thing¡¯s pretty hard.  We better take care of that soon before the head pops off or something.¡+/-

¡°It feels like it¡¯s really gonna do that.¡+/-

Mischa nudged him into the shower stall and slid the glass door shut behind her.  She pulled the ball out of her pussy and held it up for John to see. ¡°Now where could I put this for safe keeping?¡+/-  She started looking around as if hunting for the proper place to stick it.  She walked around behind him and announced, ¡°Oh here¡¯s good place!¡+/- whereby she proceeded to spread his butt cheeks and try to stick it in his asshole.  ¡°It¡¯s too dry.  We need lubricant of some kind.¡+/-  

John suggested soap and water.  She turned on a trickle of water and grabbed the soap.  In no time she was back attempting to press it into him.  ¡°Geez babe! Go easy would ya?¡+/-

¡°Ah, so you can dish it out but you can¡¯t take it, huh?¡+/-

¡°You try sticking it in you butt and you¡¯ll find out you have to go slowly.¡+/-

Mischa did just that.  She took the ball back and tried to ram it in her own butt as if to prove her father was just a wimp about it.  ¡°Ouch!  I see what you mean.  Sorry.¡+/-  She withdrew the ball from her crack and went back to torturing Dad.

¡°That¡¯s it.  It¡¯s going now.¡+/-

¡°Wow!  After a point, your butt just sucked it in¡ªpulled it right out of my hand¡­ Bad asshole!  Bad!¡+/- and she slapped his butt cheek hard enough to leave a red hand print.

¡°Aow!  What gives?¡+/-

¡°Just experimenting.¡+/-

¡°Experiment on yourself, girl.  I¡¯m not into BDSM.¡+/-

¡°What¡¯s Beedeessem?¡+/-

¡°Bondage, Discipline, and Sadomasochism.  It¡¯s where one person gets off being hurt or hurting someone else.¡+/-

¡°Why would anyone want to hurt someone else?¡+/-

¡°Don¡¯t know but one thing for sure, it takes all kinds to make a world¡­  I mean why would any father and daughter want to have sex?  The obvious answer is because we love each other deeper than any other two ever could, it feels good both physically and emotionally, and we¡¯re personally not morally opposed to it.¡+/-

¡°Awe Dad that¡¯s really sweet!  You said you love me.¡+/-  She stopped what she was doing and placed her arms around her dad¡¯s waist from behind.

¡°What are you talking about?  I tell you I love you all the time.¡+/-

¡°Yes, but this time you defined our love¡ªyou said it¡¯s deeper than any two others could ever be (or something like that).¡+/-

¡°OK, the probe¡¯s in.  Now what?¡+/- John asked.

¡°Can I put water in you like you did me?¡+/-

¡°Yeah, but be careful what you ask for.  What goes in¡­ must come out.¡+/-

¡°You gonna poop on me?¡+/-

¡°Not if I can help it, but...¡+/-

¡°Well, just don¡¯t do that.  OK?  Like pooping on your daughter is BAD!¡+/-  As she talked, Mischa took down the shower hose and unscrewed the shower head from it.  She stuffed the butt tube inside the bigger hose and turned on the water slowly figuring that ¡(R)fast¡¯ was ¡(R)bad¡¯.

¡°This is pretty embarrassing, you know.¡+/-

¡°Turn around and face me.  I want to see the look on your face¡­¡+/-

¡°She used one hand to seal the tube to the hose so it didn¡¯t leak.  Her other hand was soapy and she jacked him off with it while she kissed him.  

So there he stood, filling with water¡ªFrench kissing his 14-year-old naked daughter who was jacking him off.  He was frigging her with one hand and holding her head with the other.  He didn¡¯t last long before he was shooting cum all the way to her chin.  As soon as he came, so did she.  When they finished, she shut off the water, pulled out the ball, rinsed the soap off him, opened the shower door and helped him out in the direction of the toilet.  Enough details about that¡­

They got dressed and met in the living room for some TV.
 
Chapter 9:  Monsters

John and Mischa settled in and watched a monster movie together.  These slimy monsters kept chasing sexy bathing suit-clad young women around on the beach, ripping off their suits and fucking the daylights out of them while they screamed their heads off.

¡°Mischa, I really don¡¯t think you should be watching this kind of movie.  You could get the wrong impression about monsters.  They¡¯re not all slimy, hideous, pussy-sucking rapists like this story implies.  You could form a bad stereotype toward these poor defenseless creatures¡ªour neighbors from across the galaxy.¡+/-

¡°You are soooo weird, Dad.  Please remind me again that I¡¯m adopted,¡+/- she elbowed him in the chest.  

John pretended he was injured, and fell over on the sofa across her lap.  On the way down, he stuck both sets of fingers into Mischa¡¯s ribs and began to tickle her viciously.  Mischa squealed and writhed around pretending she was much more ticklish than she actually was.  

The two of them pursued this course of silliness for some time when Mischa suddenly said, ¡°Dad stop.  Stop!  Listen up.  I¡¯ve got this great idea for a monster movie¡­ an X-rated monster movie.¡+/-

¡°I¡¯m listening,¡+/- John said with interest.

¡°OK, here¡¯s the deal.  There are these aliens, see, and they¡¯ve come down to Earth to use Earth girls as incubators for their babies.  They look like big slimy blobs with lots of tentacles.¡+/-

¡°The monsters or the girls?¡+/- dad asked with a smirk.

¡°Daddy, stop it!  You¡¯re spoiling my story!¡+/-

¡°Sorry¡­ but in fairness, it was a legitimate question.  Have you taken a good look at American youth lately?  They got an average BMI of like 57!¡+/-

¡°God Dad, I swear! Do you have like adult A.D.D.?... OK, so the monster grabs a girl with a tentacle and reels her in.  Then it drags her feet into its mouth and swallows her really slowly.  The girl is kicking and screaming until she¡¯s been swallowed up to her waist, then she gets kind of quiet and looks more like it¡¯s pleasurable to her.  The monster¡¯s digestive juices dissolve the clothes off her but it doesn¡¯t hurt her body.   Then the monster pushes her out of its mouth and holds on to her with a bunch of tentacles wrapped around her waist and legs.  Then one small tentacle starts going up the girl¡¯s butthole.  It inches along inside her like a worm.  You can see it going in and in for a long time, until she starts to gag and the tentacle comes out of her mouth.¡+/-

¡°Wouldn¡¯t the tentacle have poop on it?¡+/-

¡°No, that¡¯s the cool part.  When the monster was dissolving her clothes off her, it injected a whole bunch of poop-eating enema slime up her butt, and cleaned her sparkly clean on the inside.  That¡¯s why she had a look of pleasure on her face.¡+/-

¡°This is very erotic, you know.  After this story is over, I¡¯m going to have to molest you big time.¡+/-

¡°That¡¯s the whole point of the story, Dad¡­  ANYWAY, then another tentacle starts into her pussy.  It goes in two inches, and comes out only one¡­in two and out one.  The girl starts to fill up with squirmy tentacle, and her belly starts bulging out from being so full.  Then the monster finally cums and the girl screams.  Her belly swells up huge, and green cum gushes back out of her pussy, and then she passes out.  Then the monster starts pulling out of her.  First, there¡¯s 12 feet of tentacle in her pussy that it pulls out slowly, and you see green cum oozing out of her.  Next there¡¯s the 25 feet of tentacle up her butt.  First you see the tentacle that¡¯s hanging out of her mouth disappear back inside¡­ then you see it inching its way out of her butthole.  Now it lays her on a bed in its space ship, so that the little monsters in her belly can incubate.  The bed has tentacles too that hold her down so she can¡¯t escape.¡+/-

¡°How old is this girl?¡+/-

¡°She¡¯s thirteen.  They need them really young so that the monster babies will be healthy.¡+/-

¡°You realize you¡¯re as messed up as I am.¡+/-

¡°Dad-dee!  Do you like my monster story, or not?¡+/-

¡°I love it!  I just wish we could really watch such a movie.  It¡¯s so freaking erotic; I¡¯m about to cum just hearing you tell the story.¡+/- 

¡°We can use green Jell-O for monster cum.  And your tubes would make good tentacles if we paint them up a little.  You have to invent a slime injecting machine.  Jeez, my pussy¡¯s getting wet just thinking about your machine injecting green slime into my intestines,¡+/- and with that she closed her eyes, and started to gyrate her butt around and rub her crotch through her jeans.

¡°And where can we find a thirteen year old girl to play the part of the victim¡­ one that just happens to like sexual abuse?¡+/-

¡°I¡¯m fourteen but I think I can play the part.  I already know the lines.  And I love being sexually abused¡­ especially by monsters with long tentacles and poop-eating slime.¡+/-

John could take no more.  He had been horny out of his gourd three times today already, with no relief.  He rolled off the sofa, picked up Mischa.  Tossing her over his shoulder, he headed for the bedroom.  He placed her on her feet by the bed and proceeded to undress.  Lying down on the bed with his hard-on sticking up, he said, ¡°OK Sweetie, do what you will with me.¡+/-

Mischa said, ¡°Hold on Daddy.  I gotta go get something,¡+/- and ducked out of the room.  She returned in a minute completely naked with the K-Y jelly, and holding the tube she had worn all morning.  She had pushed the ball back in her pussy, and the tube was drooping from her hand down to her crotch.

She put K-Y on her daddy¡¯s asshole, then stood up over her dad¡¯s face and pulled the ball out of her pussy.  Pressing it to his asshole, she worked it around until it popped into him.  

John smiled, uttering an, ¡°Mmmmm.¡+/-

Then she held onto the tube, squatted down over him, and sat down on his dick, working it into her.  As she rocked forward and back, she released the clip on the tube and started to blow.  She filled his rectum until his face grimaced, and it seemed he could take no more.  But then, her sweet breath inside him pushed past the obstruction and rushed on into his gut.

¡°God that¡¯s nice, Baby.  Keep blowing.¡+/-

Mischa continued to fuck him and to blow into him.  She checked his progress often by rubbing his belly, and admiring what she was doing to her father.  

His stomach was bulging some two or three inches when John cried, ¡°Oh god, Mischa.  I¡¯m gonna cum.  I¡¯m going to fill your pussy with my cum!¡+/-

Mischa fucked him hard and fast crying, ¡°Oh Daddy, I love you so much.  I¡¯m cuming too.  Shoot me full of cum, Daddy.¡+/-  She grabbed the tube and blew hard again.

¡°Oh Baby, I¡¯m gonna burst,¡+/- he said as his pelvis pounded her in rhythm to her assault.

Mischa dropped the tube to let air escape from him, and slowed down her pace.  She finally came to a stop and laid down on him being careful not to press on his belly too hard.

¡°I guess you probably need to fart pretty badly, huh?¡+/-

¡°Let me roll over.  I¡¯m in severe pain here.¡+/-  He rolled onto his knees with his head down, and commenced letting huge farts.

Mischa pulled the tube from his ass.  ¡°Feel better now, Daddy?...  because I¡¯m not through with you.  Come with me.¡+/-

She took him by the hand and led him to the shower; then instructed him, ¡°Get on your knees, Daddy.¡+/-  He did as commanded.  Mischa took down the long shower hose and unscrewed the shower head.  She started a trickle of water flowing and plugged the hose into her daddy¡¯s ass.  She made her hand soapy, reached under him, grabbed his dick, and start jacking him off.

¡°Christ, that¡¯s so good.  Is it OK if I lay on my back so I can eat you?¡+/-  

¡°No problem.¡+/-

John flipped over on his back, and encouraged Mischa to straddle his face while she continued to jack him off.  Cum oozed from her pink slit into his mouth.  He could feel his guts flooding with water, taste his cum mixed with her pussy juice, sense her orgasm approaching, and in moments, he was going to shoot cum in her face, and he hoped she would want to taste it.  It wasn¡¯t that he was really into having his dick sucked, but he just wanted her to want it, on her own, without being asked.

She wiggled her pussy on his face as she approached another climax.  It seemed to him she had an endless supply of climaxes and an unrelenting desire to use them up as quickly as possible.  

Just as John started to cum, she wiped the soap off the head of his dick and plunged her mouth down on it.  He was overjoyed that she had chosen to take his orgasm in her mouth.  Pulse after pulse, he shot all he had left into her lovely mouth.  He held onto her hips and her pussy convulsed on his face.  He reached down and pulled the hose out of his butt, still licking her pussy wildly as his climax wound down.  
 
Chapter 10:  Making Monsters

A week passed while they cooled their heels.  Friday night came, and Mischa was beginning to itch in places where it counts.  Her father was in his workshop cooking up something so Mischa cooked dinner for the both of them.

¡°Daddy!  Dinner¡¯s ready.¡+/-  

¡°I¡¯ll be right there!¡+/- her dad said excitedly.

¡°OK Daddy, what¡¯s got you in such a good mood?¡+/-

¡°Mmmmm; dinner looks good.  Well, you remember last week when you were telling me about your monster story?  I started thinking about ways to build the ¡(R)poop-eating enema slime¡¯ machine.  I think I got it figured out.  I¡¯ve rigged up an electric motor that pushes on a piston that will force the monster slime down the plastic tube¡­ uh, tentacle.  It has a speed control and everything.  Now all I need is to build the ¡(R)slime¡¯ reservoir to hold the Jell-O, and come up with a cool looking tentacle to inject with.¡+/-

¡°Dad-dee!  You know I like to help you build things.  Why didn¡¯t you wait?¡+/-

¡°I¡¯m sorry babe, but I wanted it to be a surprise.  I thought I could finish it by now.¡+/-

¡°Well¡­ OK¡­ I forgive you, but only if you let me help you finish it, OK?¡+/-

¡°Absolutely.  I need help with the tentacle.  Since you¡¯re much more artistic than me, can you come up with something if I furnish the tubing?¡+/-

¡°Cool!  Yes!  Sure I can.  In art, we¡¯ve been learning how to make casting molds.  While you¡¯re finishing the pump thingy, I¡¯ll do the casting.  I need money for latex and plaster of Paris.¡+/-
¡°You got it, dude!¡+/-

¡°Hey!  I have you know I¡¯m a dudette!¡+/-  Mischa stood up from the table, pulled her skirt up and her panties to the side, baring her pussy.  ¡°See?¡+/-

He spoke with an ancient-sounding voice, ¡°Come closer little girl where this old man can see better¡­ Hmmmm.  Looks like a duck.¡+/-  

He placed one finger to her hole, slid it into her slit and gathered juice on his finger which he raised to his mouth.  ¡°Hmmmm.  Tastes like a duck.  Well, you know what they say; ¡(R)If it walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it must be a duck!  I¡¯m kinda hungry for duck you know¡­¡+/- he said as he pointed a shaking finger at her crotch.

Mischa laughed at her father¡¯s foolishness, then grabbed his finger and bit it.  She sat back down and continued her meal.  Her daddy sat and nibbled at his food and studied her as she ate. 

¡°What happened, Dad?  You look so sad all of a sudden.¡+/-

¡°Oh I was just thinking about how someday this is all going to end, and it just made me really sad.¡+/-

Mischa came to her father and straddled his lap, giving him a tight hug.  ¡°Daddy, please don¡¯t worry about that.  I know you¡¯re thinking someday I¡¯ll find a boy and run away and get married or something like that.  You joked about it last week, but you still haven¡¯t accepted the truth, Daddy.  You know I¡¯m as fucked up in the head as you are.  Long before I even knew what sex was, I was thinking about incestuous things.  It¡¯s all I¡¯ve ever wanted.  I¡¯m fourteen, Dad, and you¡¯ve never seen me with a boy, or on a date, or anything.  I know you would have let me, but truth is I was just waiting for you to come to me.  After Mom left, I decided to make the move, so stop worrying.  The only way I¡¯m going to stop feeling this way is when I¡¯m dead.  What we¡¯re doing may not be normal, but it¡¯s what I want and it¡¯s what you want, and it¡¯s what makes us happy, so everyone else can just fuck off.¡+/-

¡°I love you so much Mischa,¡+/- John whispered in her ear, as he held onto her desperately¡­ 

After they finished eating and cleaned up, they went back to work on the project.  She walked to the mall to buy latex rubber and plaster of Paris.  John continued making the Jell-O pump.

By dinner the next day, the pump was finished and Mischa had created a mold that looked like a monster tentacle with bumps and all.  At its largest point, it was almost an inch in diameter; three feet away at the other end, it was scarcely larger than the plastic tube itself.  They pushed a wooden dowel rod through the tube to hold it straight in the center of the mold.  With the plaster mould coated in paraffin, they put in the tube and poured in the latex.  After awhile, out popped a three foot monster tentacle on the end of a six foot hose.  It was eerily beautiful and all kinds of erotic to the two of them.  

Then the notion struck them that they could make two tentacles and use them on each other at the same time.  And so they did.  Afterward, the two of them drove over to the hardware store to buy connections to hook up both tubes to the pump.

Once the whole system was set up in the bathroom and filled with Jell-O, they took turns flushing out their innards until they were clean enough to eat from.  Mischa volunteered to be the first victim of the tentacle.  John grabbed Mischa about the waist and lowered her onto her all-fours.  He held onto her waist and greased her asshole with K-Y jelly.  He made growling sounds like some kind of monster as Mischa squealed and wiggled in a mock attempt to get away from him.  

¡°Help!  Help! The monster¡¯s got me.  Somebody help me, please!¡+/- she cried.

¡°Nobody¡¯s going to help you little girl.  You are going to incubate my eggs inside your belly,¡+/- he growled, ¡°and when they hatch, they¡¯re going to eat you from the inside out.¡+/-

Mischa screamed again and struggled to get away from the monster.  John picked up the tentacle and began to insert it into her butt.  All the wiggling only made it easier to insert.  

¡°Oh god, Mr. Monster.  I can feel your tentacle crawling up inside me.  Please don¡¯t inject me with your eggs!¡+/-  Mischa was having way too much fun with this monster theme.  Her legs flopped around and she kept frigging herself with one hand.  
John pushed it in more and more, and as it went, it grew in diameter.  He paused the insertion process periodically just to fuck her ass with it.  

She begged the monster not to inject her, as little orgasms rippled through her petit body.  The guttural sound of each orgasm overshadowed her pleading to be spared this horrible death.  She was totally absorbed into her roll as victim.  After ten minutes and three orgasms, the tentacle had gone in as far as it would.  John plugged the tube onto the pump and started the injection slowly.  Once the air had been purged from the tube, the cold monster slime began to fill her insides.

As it pushed its way into her guts, Mischa cried, ¡°Oh my god!  The monster is cuming inside me!¡+/-  As she filled up, John slowly withdrew the tube filling her from the inside out.

Once the tentacle was out, he stopped the pump.  He laid down on the shower floor and Mischa straddled him with her ass in his face.  She stuffed K-Y in his butt crack and began to push the tentacle inside him.  The pleasure of having his daughter skewer his ass with a probe that just came out of her ass made him want to cum on the spot.  He held onto her hips and licked at everything in site.  Finally he planted his mouth directly over her asshole and signaled her to feed him.  She began to push Jell-O out of her ass and John devoured every drop of it as it came.  

Mischa got the tentacle all the way in and turned on the pump.  She loved this pseudo torture of her father lover.  John played along, ¡°Oh no Mr. Monster!  I¡¯m way too old to inject!  Your eggs will only die inside me!  You need a little girl for your evil deeds.¡+/-

Mischa began fucking him with the tube and gnawing on the end of his dick.  The head was so soft and she just liked chewing on the soft part.  She continued to feed him Jell-O from her asshole.  John got his thumb into her pussy from one hand, and frigged her with the other hand, still assaulting her asshole all the while. 

As he filled up and she withdrew the tube, she began to jack him off.  They both came together.  Mischa got up and turned around, sitting down on his dick.  She began to slowly pump him and kiss him at the same time.  

¡°Daddy, I want you to feed me Jell-O now, OK?¡+/-

They swapped around so he could place his butt over her mouth.  He began pushing out the Jell-O from within his guts.  Mischa ate at his asshole like she was starving.  She reached under him and jacked him off as she frigged herself.  She was crazy with lust.  
It was almost frightening to see her in this erotic frenzy.  Nothing turned her off.  No kink was too much for her.  No perversion to great.  We were made for each other and nothing could stop us in our pursuit of the ultimate orgasm.

¡°Daddy, every time we do some new crazy thing, it¡¯s more fun than the time before.  How long can it go on this way?  I felt like I was going to die of pleasure this time.¡+/-  

¡°I don¡¯t know Honey, but I¡¯ve noticed that humans have a short memory for pleasure.  Each time we make love, it seems like it was better than the last time.¡+/- 

¡°You know, we didn¡¯t use both tentacles this time like we planned.¡+/-

¡°Next time, Baby.  Next time.¡+/-

