    Pedo. Incest.
    
    Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never be 
this good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
    
  Payne
    by Pedro Feelya
    
    I never was much of a father. 
    I got married too young and it lasted less than a year. 
    A few months after the divorce, my ex-wife's lawyer sent me a letter saying I needed to pay child support. 
So I sent a check, every month, for thirteen years. 
    Then I get a letter from my ex saying that our daughter has been getting into trouble and I needed to take 
her.
    So I show up at the airport and I'm watching people coming out of the terminal from her plane. 
    This skinny girl with black-bluish hair and black make-up walks up to me. I don't know much about Goth or 
Emo, but she looked more homicidal than suicidal. 
    "Sherry?" I asked.
    "Pain." She answered.
    I didn't understand. "Sherry??"
    "Oh God." She said, acting as exasperated as she could. "Let's go."
    
    She calls herself Payne now. She often called me stupid or a jerk.
    For the first week she was a real pain in the ass. The second week she got worse. 
    
    One day I am taking my shower after work and I open the shower curtain to grab my towel to dry off.
    Payne is sitting on the toilet right beside me.
    My apartment is a really large two bedroom, but it only has the one bathroom. Still, she could have 
knocked.
    I stood looking at her. I didn't know what to do.
    "What the hell are you looking at?" she accused as she glared at me.
    I shrugged. I was there first. I reached for the towel.
    Her eyes then dropped and widened as she stared at my naked cock, which was level with her face. 
    I continued to dry off. After I toweled my hair, I looked down again and she was gone.
    
    That evening I was watching TV as usual when Payne came out and sat on the couch to watch also. This 
wasn't unusual except that instead of the usual jeans and jacket she wore, she only had on a long t-shirt. 
    Her legs were bare. They were long and slender and not bony at all. The t-shirt was long enough to cover 
her butt, but not much more.
    Then Payne changed position. She pulled her knees up.
    She wasn't directly facing me, but I could see more. I wondered what color her underwear were. If she 
moved a little more, I would be able to see. 
    I caught myself and tried to not pay attention.
    Payne kept moving her legs.
    A part of me began to ache painfully to see what she hid beneath her shirt.
    She began to rock her legs back and forth. The shirt was riding higher. Her underwear had to be very small. 
I ached to know what kind they were.
    I again caught myself. This was my daughter. She was just a kid. She didn't know what she was doing to 
me.
    I concentrated hard on the TV. 
    Out of the corner of my eye I saw her knees fall completely over together. Her bottom would be in plain 
sight if I looked. I couldn't be sure, but there was no bright color or white of underwear. 
    My heart thundered. Her slim, beautiful bottom was exposed and might be naked. If I looked, I would be 
doomed. 
    Without facing Payne, I stood. I immediately stooped as my hardon caught painfully in my pants. As best I 
could, I walked from the room.
    
    The next afternoon, when I come home from work, I heard Payne getting out of the shower. As I walked 
past the bathroom I looked in through the door she had left open. She had never left the door open before. 
    She was standing, leaned over the sink, looking at her face in the mirror. 
    She was completely naked. Her slender legs met a pert little butt which curved upward into a slender waist. 
    I guess I stared.
    She turned directly toward me and got a really angry look. She stomped forward.
    "Hey you perv! What do you think you're doing?" 
    She slammed the bathroom door closed.
    The image of her naked body facing me was now burned into my memory.
    She was only thirteen, but her breasts were much fuller than I imagined they should be. They had swayed 
and bounced a little when she moved. Her nipples were a dark red and small but distinct. Her hips were narrow, 
but wider than a boy's. She had some hair between her legs but it was thin and light brown, the same color as 
mine. Her skin was light tan with lighter bikini lines, and it was flawless.
    I hadn't had a date or whacked off since she had moved in. I was starting to go nuts.
    
    Two days later things really started to go wrong. 
    It was a Saturday and I had made breakfast. After we ate I stood and reached over the table to grab some 
dishes. Payne was sitting next to me.
    I felt her hand on my cock.
    I froze. She had reached up under my robe and lightly wrapped her hand around my cock, and she was 
holding it.
    I was afraid she would try to rip it off. I didn't dare move.
    Then, she started to caress it. 
    I should have slapped her hand. I should have moved away. I should have stopped her.
    She continued to fondle it and it quickly grew thick and firm in her warm hand. 
    It felt so good. I didn't understand what she was doing. She had never been nice to me, so I just stood there. 
    Payne wasn't an expert at rubbing, but soon my cock stood stiffly straight out. A small spasm jerked my 
body.
    I was embarrassed. I turned quickly, pulling free. I dropped the dishes in the sink, and headed for my room.
    I didn't understand what was going on or what I should do.
    
    The rest of the day we didn't talk much. Every time I looked at her, she was staring at me.
    
    Sunday, we were busy, but that evening I sat down to watch TV. 
    I saw Payne come out of her room and walk down the hall. She was wearing the t-shirt again. She passed 
by, close to my chair. Too close.
    I wondered if she had underwear on. 
    I reached out my hand and slid it inside her thigh. She immediately froze, standing there. Soon she would 
yell at me. I must have wanted her to yell at me.
    I slowly moved my hand up the inside of her thigh, squeezing gently. I don't think I have ever touched 
anything smoother in my life.
    Part of my mind screamed at me. Another part justified what I was doing as revenge for her touching me. I 
didn't know how far I could go, just playing with her.
    Payne stood there and shivered slightly, breathing hard.
    My hand was now up under the shirt. My finger felt soft hairs.
    She wasn't wearing underwear. I slid my finger back and forth against her pussy lips to be sure.
    Payne's body spasmed slightly. I ran my finger deeper. I could feel the coolness of moisture on my finger as 
she became wet.
    Suddenly, it felt like my blood turned to ice. What I was doing was wrong and I became scared. My 
daughter's body was reacting like a woman's. I didn't know how to stop. 
    Payne moaned loudly and started to bend over. Her thighs clamped down hard on my hand.
    
    I jerked my hand free. Then I mumbled something about being very, very sorry. I fled down the hallway to 
my room. 
    Her scent, now saturated my hand, tortured me with guilt and lust.
    I dropped my pants to my ankles and grabbed my cock to rub it.
    "Hey you bastard." Payne screamed outside my door. Then she pounded on it. 
    I stood to pull my pants up. 
    The door crashed open and she stood, glaring at my half naked body, murder boiled in her eyes. 
    "What the fuck were you doing? You goddamn pervert. How dare you touch me?"
    My cock pointed obscenely at her. I deserved to die for touching my own daughter that way.
    In two long steps she strode toward me, and hit me in the chest, hard.
    I fell back onto the bed. My pants were down at my ankles.
    Payne then jumped on top of my chest. One hand grabbed my upright cock and squeezed it hard. Her knees 
dug into my torso.
    I lay back, confused and resigned to die for my sins.
    "What?" She screamed at my face. "You think you can touch me any way you like; like I'm your little fuck 
toy."
    Little drops of spittle flew from her mouth.
    Her hand on my cock was squeezing rhythmically. As afraid as I was that she would rip my cock off, it 
wouldn't go limp as she kept squeezing it.
    "Do you really want to fuck your daughter?" she screamed. Her face was inches from mine. "You want to 
take my virginity, don't you?"
    I felt so horrible. I wished she would just stab me in the chest and kill me.
    She hit me in the chest again and shifted her weight over me. 
    "This is all you want isn't it?" 
    I felt her hand rub my cock up and down something super soft. I realized that she was rubbing my cock up 
and down her pussy.
    "You want to jam this inside me, you fucking pervert." She snarled at me.
    I was becoming confused. I hadn't thought about actually fucking her. Where was she getting that from? My 
big cock would never fit inside her little body.
    Her pussy was wet and was making the head of my cock slippery. 
    
    "You want to fucking rape me." 
    With that, my daughter jammed her whole body back onto my cock, shoving it tight against her hole. 
    She screamed in pain. My own cock was in incredible pain also.
    Then she jammed herself back again. I felt head of my cock pop free through the resistance. It must have 
been inside her.
    Payne screamed even louder, and then collapsed on top of me.
    I had broken her virginity. I had ruined my own daughter.
    I had to get away. I needed to go run out onto the freeway or jump off a cliff. I had to get away.
    I rolled Payne sideways, off of me. Then I tried to get up.
    She had locked her legs around me. I tried to pull them apart, but she had locked her ankles.
    I pulled back, but I was just dragging her off the bed.
    I slipped and fell forward a little. My cock slipped in a hair deeper.
    Payne came up, clawing and screaming at the new pain.
    I regained my footing and pulled back as far as she would let me. This eased her pain.
    All the while she was crying, and calling me a fucking asshole.
    She wouldn't let me out of her. My cock was hard as stone.
    I again tried to wrestle from between her legs. My cock wiggled inside her. It felt good.
    Payne wiggled her hips too.
    
    My cock was already inside my daughter. I was already condemned to hell and prison. I was confused and 
beginning to cry myself. 
    We rested a moment. 
    The feeling of my cock inside of her was beginning to rule my senses.
    Her shirt had ridden up to just below her breasts and her small lithe body lay out before me.
    I was already on the express train to hell, my body wanted to enjoy the ride.
    I wiggled in and out experimentally. It felt unbelievably good.
    Payne grimaced, but her back arched in what might be pleasure.
    She continued to cry.
    I then pressed in firmly, and my cock sunk in a little. My daughter screamed in pain, but she tightened her 
legs, locking me deeper inside her.
    
    It was one thing for me to go to hell for raping my daughter. It was a far worse crime for her to believe that 
sex was about pain.
    I reached down and gripped her sides, right at her kidneys. Squeezing gently, I began to massage, trying to 
get her to relax. 
    This pushed and pulled her body a little, and caused my cock to slide back and forth a little. 
    Her hips began to move in rhythm.
    I leaned forward and brushed some tears from her eyes and I said, "I love you, I really do."
    I kept whispering that as we made small movements together.
    I then lifted her shirt and kissed each nipple. They were hard and tiny and responsive.
    Payne's hands came up behind my head and she began running her fingers through my hair.
    Encouraged, I began to kiss and suck all over her breasts. They were smaller than oranges and very firm. I 
could fit one in my mouth.
    She had stopped crying and was beginning to moan.
    Her hip movements were becoming stronger.
    I stood and gently pulled at her legs.
    She paused, deciding, and then released her lock on me. 
    I could have pulled out then, but I would only be leaving her with memories of pain.
    I pulled back until the head of my cock was trapped behind the tight ring of her entrance.
    I pushed in again, very careful not to go deeper than before. It was so tight that it actually hurt.
    Payne's body had clenched up so I waited for it to relax. Then I pulled back again.
    She moaned loudly. 
    I continued to push and wait, then pull and wait. Each time there was less resistance and more pleasure.
    I was able to set up a slow rhythm, pumping short strokes into her. Despite her tightness, and my hardness, 
what pain there was became buried in nerve massaging pleasure.
    I began to allow myself to go deeper. I know it must have hurt her, but Payne winced then relaxed, then 
begged for more.
    
    I stopped going deeper when my daughter began to orgasm. I had to stop moving entirely as her vagina 
muscles spasmed and clenched my cock. 
    Despite her beauty, tightness, and sexiness, I didn't have any problem holding back. I was determined to 
show her how great sex could be.
    As she came down from her climax, I massaged her slender hips and sides. I also massaged her perfect 
breasts for my own pleasure. She seemed to love it all.
    I began to pump again. In almost no time at all she was riding a wave to ecstasy again. That was when I 
reached her inner limit. 
    I don't think I pumped any harder, but just the tiny further. When I pushed, my cock jammed into the end of 
her tunnel and I too felt the pain. 
    Payne screamed as though she had been stabbed, and I froze. I waited as her entire body unclenched. 
    "I'm sorry baby; I'm sorry" I cried.
    "It's okay daddy." She smiled at me. "Don't stop now."
    I was shocked. She had never called me dad before.
    Ever so gently I began to pump myself into her. I rubbed her thighs, sides, and breasts.
    I couldn't stop crying, I was so happy.
    Payne was looking into my eyes and she smiled too, between waves of orgasms.
    
    She had had enough and now it was my turn. She needed to feel the gift she was giving me also.
    I began to speed up and shorten my stroke. I lay my body down on hers and hugged her tightly to me.
    My blood boiled. I heard Payne cry out, but it was in a massive cascade of ecstasy.
    This pushed me over the edge and I had to fight the urge to thrust as deep as I could. 
    My cock pulsed and in her extreme tightness, I felt every tiny bit of sperm pump into her.
    
    I heard somewhere that some kids act out in order to get their parent's attention. Payne had my full attention 
now.
    
    This story deserves to be a lot longer and more detailed.
    Should I rewrite it?
    Email: pedrofeelya@gmail.com
    
    
