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Howard lay propped-up in his bed afterward, fiddling with the remote and looking for some misdirection on the electron tube, his view and emotions a shambles. Of course he felt sated and satisfied that he'd finally bedded the nubile girl he'd lusted after since she was ten, and who'd teased him unmercifully since she turned fourteen, but ; what if he had gotten her pregnant ? What if she told Brenda, or if Brenda found out some other way ? And most of all, What of Cindy herself ? Did she really want all this ? Granted, she teased him to the bound, but this ? Its every man's forbidden illusion to bang his own daughter, but he'd crossed the line from fantasy into reality. The proof was dripping back out of her pussy rightfield now. What could he say ? What could he do ? What would befall ? To him ? To her ? To them ? As nil appealing presented itself on the thermionic vacuum tube, he decided the unspoiled region of valor would be to try to get some sleep, maybe, so he could face Cindy coherently, repentantly in the dayspring. That wasn't to fall out. He'd doused the brightness, settled in and turned over to present the window and try to kip when his threshold opened...

Cindy entered his bedroom and closed the door before gliding around his bed to the window side, where he could see her by moonlight & ndash ; she wore a cobweb thin, trend whiteness teddy bear top -- and no bed ! He shifted slightly to let her sit down in the office where he'd cuddled her geezerhood before as a much younger girl. The thinking of her bare, just pommeled cunt sitting naked on his bed in the spot where he'd held her as a lilliputian girl again sent his cock into turgid muscle spasm. hoot ! Hadn't he any sense of right and wrong at all ? Or was she yet teasing ?

“ dad ? ” “ Yes, hun ? ” “ Why did you fuck me ? ” “ Well, punkin, I kinda thought you wanted it, what with all your teases and showing up naked in the can when you know I'm gon na be naked. ” “ But daddy ? Why did you eff me ? ” “ Punkin, this may sound really be sick, but I wanted you since you were ten. ” “ I know. I quit coming in here'cuz when I'd lay down and nestle with you, I could feel your hammer getting big and pushin'on my backside. I quit comin'in'cuz I knew what it was and I thought I was bad for makin'it happen. I didn't know about son or men and and your'thingie'confused me. ” “ That's pretty normal... ” “ But Daddy, I thought I was unearthly'cuz I really, really wanted to work with it... and... I wanted you to play with my'puddle'. ” “ Oh ? Why didn't you ever severalise me ? ” “'Cuz Ms. Grover told us in Sex-Ed class that daddies and daughters don't romp at sex. She said it was really, really bad an'that if our pa thouched our pee-pees we were s'posed to rat'em out to our moms, or a teacher or a cop or somethin & # 039 ;, and then daddy would be took away and put in pokey forever. So I quit coming to your bed'cuz I didn't want that to occur... ” “ but... ” “ Daddy, I still wan na know why you fucked me. ” “ Um. I think maybe we both wanted it... maybe even needed it. ” “ But why did you cum in me ? I never let anybody cum in me before ” “ Uhh... you really don't know much about men, do you ? ” “ Not much. I only fucked three metre before tonight. ” “ Then you don't know that there's a'breaker point of no return key'a man gets to when its hot and gravid, and they're banging away at each other. ” “ What's that ? ” “ When a man's body hits the point where he's about to cum, you couldn't get him to break off if you held a gun to his head. Its all automatic at that point. He's gon na cum. It happens ” “ But dada ? ” “ Yes, Dear ? ” “ What if I'm pregnut ? ” “ There's several resolution to that. The flippant, useless one would be :'You should sustain thought of the before you started teasing me.'” “ Dad... ” “ Ok. When was your last point ? ” “ About two weeks ago. I'm fertile right now. ” “ Ouch ! Well, if you're that concerned about it, I can get you a Backup Plan pill on Monday. Its Friday night now. If you take one within 72 minute of having bare sex, its s'posed to nominate you have an ahead of time stop, and even any'accidents'away. That means by Monday night. Ok ? ” “ Deal. ”

Cindy grew quiet, fidgeted with a button on her nightie, gazed over toward the window, then back to her supine dada. Then, abruptly nodding her head as though shaking off a castle in Spain, She leaned toward him and breathily whispered, “ pa ? ” “ Huh ? ” “ I wan na see it... ” “ HUH ? ” “ I said, I wan na see it. ” “ See what, baby-doll ? ” “ This, ” she cooed as she traced her near forefinger over his covered, again awake turncock. “ ” Is that wise, babe ? ” “ C'mon dad ! I just saw it a hour ago. You had it IN me. It CAME in me. ” “ And that's what worries me, punkin... ” “ What ? That we had sex ? Shit ! I been teasing you, tryin'since I was ten an'your hard-on confused an'excited me. ” “ I know, and I've tried my doomed to ward off it, and not cave in in to you, or my own temptation... ” “ I knew that too, dada, but I really, really wanted you to get a clue an'do something with me. ” Continuing her gingerroot finger stroking through his book binding, she leaned further over, treating her already aroused dad to a breathtaking vista of her pert A-cup bosom as her nightie fell completely overt, and breathed in his ear, “ Daddy... I wan na drama with it... Y'see, papa, I'm still that giggly, happy, scared, confused little ten class old girl who remembers a hard tool pressed in her butt crack, who knows what it is, an'maybe a petty afraid of it, but still really, really wan na see it an'swordplay with it. I really missed snuggling with you an'feeling it on me... ” “ Uhh, if you're sure.. ? ” “ I am, papa, really, really sure, ” she again cooed as she gave his strained member a quick credit crunch through the quilt.

Taken by an oddly abrupt sense of treacherously reserve, he squirmed, doffed his bagger under his mantle, then nodded for Cindy to uncover him herself. Slowly, timidly, she did just that, rolling the natural covering back, amost inch by inch until his overrefinement, turgid fellow member sprang into persuasion. A ragged “ pahhh ” and an almost inaudible “ Oooh... ” escaped her lip as she timidly grasped his pole and gave it a gentle squeeze play. She was rewarded by a throb, and drop of precum exiting his cock head and oozing down her hand. “ Gee ! Excited much ?, ” she murmured as she began slowly, sweetly, excruciatingly stroking his straining putz. “ If you keep that up, baby-doll, you're gon na get a lot more than than that on your hand. ” “ I wan na see it ! ” “ Huh ? ” “ I wan na see it cum. ” “ It'll be messy. ” “ Don't headache, Daddy. We can clean the blankets before mom gets home. ” Whoa ! “ Have you seen a pecker cum before ? ” “ Yeah, once, but it only dribbled. I wan na see you cum like I felt in my pussy tonight. ” “ If you keep doin what you're doin, you won't have to wait long... ”

Slightly tightening her traveling bag, she continued her velvety, unnervingly slow masturbation, closely watching his peter as it swelled, throbbed, and ejected more precum. Every dollop brought a breathy “ oooh ”, and the further tightening of her script. “ Oh, baby-doll, I'm almost there... ” Deftly using her off hand, she nestled the puff around the alkali of his turncock to catch the batch. “ Let it go, daddy. I really, really wan na see it. ” “ Ok then, just... uh... hold whatcha got, and you'll... and I'll... uh !... Uhh... UHHHHHHH ! ! ! ” he groaned at the world-class jet of cum shot from his prick hole, splashing all over Cindy's paw and the quilt she'd bunched to keep it off them. “ One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six ! filter... Gee, Dad, you really, really cum toilsome, don'tcha ? ” “ You got ta be kiddin, dear. I wanted this dark since you were ten, and whacked-off to the illusion more times than you'll ever know.., ” “ Really, dad ? You really jacked-off thinkin'& # 039 ; bout fuckin me ? When did you take up to want me that way ? ” As she continued fondling his now flaccid hammer and lightly cupping his clod, Leslie Howard Stainer took a deep breath ; discomfort, arousal and his survive tittle of modesty vying for office on his fount, he broke down and admitted to his girl : “ Cindy, this gon na be really weird, but I've wanted this dark since you were eight, and your rosehip started flaring. ” “ Huh ? ! ” “ Yup. Never, ever looked at another little young woman, any other piddling girl, that way, even when they were over here playing with you, but I always wanted you and a Nox like this. ” “ Whoa ! Daddy ! You wanted to have sex with me when I was eight ? ” “ I knew it wasn't possible. Your idea and consistence weren't ready, but men can have some pretty weird thinking at times. I even thought about going to a pleader to work it out. ” “ Did you ? ” “ No, I just did my best to let it ride. ” “ Did you tell mom ? ” “ WHAT ? ! God, no ! She'd have gone and reported me for even thinking it... ” “ I'm glad you didn't tell anyone, Daddy.'Cuz I want it. I want you. An & # 039 ;, maybe not at eight, but I wanted to do sex with you every since I knew what'thingies'and'pee'were for. ” “ If that's so, why didn't you ever tell me ? ” ” Cuz I was scared I was weird for wanting to do it, or that you wouldn't want me, or maybe you would even pain me. ” “ That shoemaker's last one is why I held back and let you relinquish coming in here when you were ten, indulge girl. I didn't want to anguish you, ever, in any way & ndash ; most especially this way. ” “ I knew that. You always protected me, even when I didn't want you to, an'you love me, an'you're always nice to me. ” “ That's a dad's honor, and his duty. ” “ Big speech, dad, But I always wanted this. Now I got it. ” “ What have you got ? ” “ I got my daddy in bed. ” “ Is this gon na be blackmail ? ” “ Oh ! No, Daddy ! I love you, an'I wan na be with you, always, even like this. ”
With that, Cindy fluffed the quilt some, shrugged-off the nightie top, raised a nook, and crawled in beside her loving dada. “ Y'know what I want now ? ” “ No, dear, what ? ” “ Remember how I used to lay on my tummy all snuggly up succeeding to you, and you'd rub my backrest with your fingertips ? How you even went under my nightie to vellicate my bare back ? ” “ Yeah, hun, I do... ” “ fountainhead... ” Snuggling up to daddy, “ I want you to do it again, but this time on my front. ” “ Whoa ! ” “ Yep, daddy, I want you to kiss me, an'sport with my shoulders an'my breast an'my hips an'my tummy an'my legs, an'even my puss. Would you do that, Daddy ? ” “ With dandy delight, Punkin... ” “ ( giggles ) Oooh, pappa, I love it when you call me'Punkin.'Its a bit wicked when we're in bed bein'sexy an'with your handwriting on my tittie though... ” “ wellspring,'Punkin'it is then... ”

Leslie Howard Stainer gave Cindy the recondite, long lover's kiss he'd longed for several long time to leave her as he began at her neck to tracing, titillate and fondle her lithe, supple young teen-girl body. Her own buss back was heaven on solid ground, and her sigh of pleasure, gasps of ecstatic electrical shock and purrs for more than all galvanize Howard into another raging hard-on by the time he'd traced her indorse nipple. It being pinched between him and his daughter being a bit of a var., he backed a little and let it pop up onto Cindy's hip, where she immediately grasped it in the warm, velvet glove that was her left wing hand. “ Hm ? Ready again much ? ” “ Um. My putz may be ready again, but I'm not yet, ” as he traced the inside rooftree of her hip, then across her tummy, just above her mons, to decipher the other hip. “ Daddy ? ” ( kiss... ) “ Hm ? ” ( kiss... ) “ Play with my pussy ? ” “ Why now ? ” “'Cuz I like what you're doin to my consistence, an'I think my pussy would wish it more. Please, Daddy ? ” “... as you say, Punkin... ” ( giggles )

When he cupped her mons pubis and vagina, Cindy flexed, pushing her clitoris hard into the palm of his bridge player, her physical structure taking over for her and butting against his bridge player to get off a lowly sexual climax. Her mound, still puffed from their number one encounter, further engorged and throbbed to its own tempo. She shuddered as he traced down her tumid outer lips, then shrieked when he fingered back up her slit to flip her clit. Her torso apparent motion becoming more mercurial, her voice almost indocile, she half emit, half growled, “ Dd..ddd..dddaddy ? Finger me ? Please ? Please put your finger in my bitch ? Please ? ” As he complied with his baby girl's regard, he lightly brought his thumb down on her clitoris. Three CVA of his finger in her vagina, three swipes of his thumb over her clitoris did the deed... “ Uhh ! Uhh ! OHMYGODUUUUHHHHHHHHHH ! ” She flexed. She bucked. She screamed. She squealed. Leslie Howard Stainer kept his finger's breadth firmly on her G-spot, his thumb on her clit, and held on to her upper berth physical structure for near life as her orgasm played out over and over again down her body. When she finally collapsed, flush of face, staring at the ceiling with vacant, vitrified oculus, she rewarded his ministrations & ndash ; she soaked his hand. He couldn't tell if it were from her sexual climax, or if she'd lost bladder control and pissed all over him, but either way was alright with him.

When she finally came back to worldly concern, she rolled right, into dad's arm, her mound pressing against his throbbing peter. “ papa ? Uhh, yeah, Punkin ? ” “ Why don't boys know how to do that ? I never came so good before, even when I do it... ” ( sigh ) “ male child usually aren't real experienced, and dunno what a girl needs to find as good as they do. In fact, some of them don't really like. They just wan na get their nut, then vaporing for the following month about how very much a man they are. ” “ I know, Daddy. ” “ They bite your boob, finger you once or twice, then jump in do it and fall flat out. One guy's condom even fell off when he quit. ” “ Ow ! Are you significant then ? ” “ No, silly. That was months ago. I've had some periods since then, and I didn't ever let him have it off me again. ” “ Isaac Mayer Wise option, oh daughter mine. ” ( more giggles ) “ But then the first clip I do it with my honey pappa, and he cums in my bare pussy. ” “ Didn't your mom put you on the pill ? ” “ No. She called me a adulteress for even asking, and we don't really talk since. ” “ Sounds like your mom... ” “ You guys don't fuck anymore, do you ? ” “ now, how would you know that ? ” “ Hey ! Dense much ! My bedroom's right next you yours, and my auricle work... ” “ Yeah, right. No. Its been a patch at that. In fact, your mom and I aren't getting on well at all lately. She's even mentioned divorcement on the odd occasion. ” “ I thought so. She went all weird on me when she finally noticed I was growing up, and went totally ape when I asked her about the pill. ” “ How long ago was that ? ” “ Right after I turned fourteen. Two of my booster are on'em and they fuck-party like crazy. ” “ Would you do that ? ” “ As if... ! In fact, pop honey, ” she cooed in his ear, “ If we work out, I ain't gon na postulate a boyfriend. I won't WANT one anymore. ” “ Whoa, baby little girl... Are you suggesting... ? ” “ I'm thinking my dear ol'daddy maybe can fall in me everything I want. ” “ And... what about your mom ? ” “ The side by side metre she says'divorcement,'agree ! ” “ And if I lose custody of you... ? ” “ I don't think that'd happen, but if it does, there's always tribulation every other week. ” ( smiling, buss... ) “ You got this all wired, don't you ? ” “ I think so, but we got ta workplace it. ”

A silence fell as the two newly incestuous lovers kissed, cuddled and fondled for a time, delighting in the discovery of each early's physical structure. Cindy, ending a tender kiss, was first to bring out the quiet : “ daddy ? ” “ yeah, Punkin ? ” “ Would you do me again ? ” “ Um... You wan na... ” “ I want you to fuck me again, but different this prison term, if you can... ” His cock throbbing firmly against her mons veneris in silent assent to her request, he hesitated, asked : “ How so, baby ? ” “ I want you to differentiate me you love me when you put it in. I want you to cuddle me and kiss me, and I wan na go slow. No screaming cums this time. I wan na feel you moving in and out of me. I want you to look in my heart, know I'm your daughter, that we're doing incest, that I want it as much as you do, and that we'll be lovers together as long as we can be. An'I wan na see your face when you cum. Can you do that ? Would you do that ? Now ? Please ? ” “ Gee, Punkin, he grinned. That's a mighty tall order, but I think I can supervise & ndash ; with your help, that is... ” ( more giggles )

Gently rolling Cindy onto her back, Leslie Howard Stainer traced his forefinger down from her navel, over her mound, to just above her clitoris, when she reached up and took keep of his hand. “ No, pappa, I'm fix now. I'm still wet and getting surface-active agent. I want your rooster inside me... nooooooowwww, please ? ” Catherine Howard rolled over, placed a knee between Cindy's peg for balance and moved over her. Kissing her, then looking straight into her optic, he said what she wanted to see : “ I really do hump you, Cindy, and I'm claiming you as mine, in every way. ” Placing the head of his cock firmly at her, he started slowly, firmly stroking himself into her tight, wet have it away tunnel. He'd barely bottomed-out in her sweet honey-hole, his balls nestled in her butt crack, when she sighed, Grabbed his shoulders, looked directly back at him and cooed, “ Oh God, daddy, your cock feels so good in me, just like I always hoped it would. ” Softly stroking his berm, she breathed, “ You're mine. I claim you. You're my pa. I'm your girl. This is incest, but I want it, bad. Be with me forever ? Or as long as you can ? ” “ I will if you will. ” “ I will. Now fuck me slow... ”

Propping himself so they could both see their lurid, incestuous joining for a bit, he asked her to look with him and see it, then he looked back at her with somewhat subdued eyes and shared, “ This isn't'fucking, Punkin.'( giggles ) screwing is what we did in the lav, and we'll probably do again, real soon. Right now, I'm making dulcet, stamp sexual love to my baby girl. I know you're my daughter. I know its incest, but I want it as bad as you do. I don't just bonk you, I'm IN passion with you, and I want you forever. Can I have you ? ” “ Yep, pa. I'm yours. God ! Your hawkshaw look so good in me. Promise me that we can make love like this, and fuck like we did too ? ” “ hope. I probably won't last too long this way, but I love doing it this way too. ” “ Its ok, daddy. We can do more this way too. If you wan na cum now, its ok... ” “ Not just yet, affectionately, but soon. ”

He lowered himself, nuzzled her cervix and ear, whispering of love and desire and feeling honorable being inside her while she sighed and moaned, kissed back, and snuggled warmly into his body. In one night, his own daughter had put the passion back into sex that he'd missed for so recollective, and he was damned if he wasn't going to show his perceptiveness for it by giving her anything she needed or wanted. She was now his. He was now hers. Now, to shit it pass off. He shut off his judgement, kissed his baby girl soul mysterious and stroked Sir Thomas More deeply as his balls gave him their tingly warning that climax was near. “ Gettin'prepare to cum, Daddy dear ? ” “ Uh... how'd you suppose ? ” “ Your cocky got bigger and you're pushin'thick, like Mr. Cocky wants to get me pregnut, hm ? ” His peter doing all the thinking now, he groaned, “ Oh God ! girlfriend ! Uh ! I do want so bad to cum inside you, and and I do wan na make you pregnant. ” “ Then cum in me, Daddy. Make me pregnut ! nestle me and cum in me. I want it. ” That was all Howard needed to try, all he longed to hear. His balls tingling, his spine chill, his cock throbbing... Uhhh....UH ! UH ! UH ! He growled as he strained to keep his dazed middle on his baby girl's face while he loosed flood after inundation of thick, gooey incestuous cream into his will child daughter's love canal. “ Oh WOW pop ! ! You do cum hard ! I claim you dada. I claim your mind, an'your'warmheartedness, an'your consistency, an'your dick, an'your cum. You're mine... ” ( sigh )

To Howard's mind, as he rolled off to lie beside her, he couldn't ever retrieve a dark like his daughter, Cindy had just given him, teenage romantic included. Its was soppy sweet, but Damned if it didn't feel material & ndash ; like he'd just married his nubile daughter. In a manner of speaking, depending on culture, he had. As he lay beside his sated, blushing baby girl, figure of his own physique, looking into her eyes, kissing her, stroking her, lazily fondling her tit while she absently played with his now flaccid cock, he knew in his heart of hearts that he had. He'd give her his world without a instant thought process, and hoped to share in hers where she'd have him.

As they continued to kiss and play, his pecker began another slow arousal. Not a speedy affair this meter, but the more she teased his cock and balls, the thicker and harder he went, and the more tingly his lump became, and he realized that he had at to the lowest degree one more go in him before he totally petered out. “ You game to go again, infant girl ? ” “ Not a hot'n fleshy one, Dad, or a foresightful one, but I can take away you one more clip. Then I'm pooped, and I got ta eternal sleep ” “ Thanks, love. We'll make it a immediate one. It'll be my chance to really feel you from the interior this time. ” “ Sure, Dad. C'mon in and feel away. ” ( grin ).

When Howard again mounted his daughter, their combined honey juices allowed him to bottom out in a single stroke. “ Whoa, pappa ! You filled me up ! ” “ God Girl, you feel howling in there, he said as he held still for a moment to fully get the flavour of her insides. Cindy purred, giggled and jiggled her chest into his, then reached around under his arms to pluck his body down onto hers. He was operose, but not uncomfortably so. Reaching down and grabbing his butt, she pulled him gently forward to give him the hint. For his own part, Howard kissed Cindy, and slow stroked his way toward another coming, licking, kissing and nibbling her lip, neck and ear on his way. I'm close again, infant young woman. Can ya catch me ? ” “ I'm all-embracing exposed, Daddy. Gim me whatcha got. ” “ Then here it comes, baby. ” And kissing her deeply, repeatedly he let go. Not an erupting volcano this time, but a shuddering, pulsing, swiftly flowing river of cum left him to again bath Cindy's love tunnel and cervical door. Gods ! If she weren't pregnant by now, there was something wrong with one of them...

“ Ooh, dada... I felt that. Your dick thumps nice when it cums. ” “ Nice. I never really knew how the girl felt about that, or if she even felt the guy cuming. ” “ You can if you're affected role and feel with your consistency. I even felt my tum leaping some when you came. Its really clean. I like fucking, but now I like making dearest too. ” ( sigh ) Kissing him again, she gently nudged him off her, and to her side, but making sure as shooting he didn't move away. “ Daddy ? ” “ Punkin ? ” “ I really need to sleep now, ” and she yawned for effect. “ I know, girl. I think we wore ourselves out. ” “ Mmm. Nice way to wear out. Would you cuddle me ? Like you did when I was ten ? ” “ Sure, Punkin. Just crook over and draw close your back up against me. ” He snuggled up close to her, pulled the soiled quilt over them, and rested his arm on hers, preparing to log Z's. Cindy had other ideas. She snuggled back, making sure she could experience Howard's cock nestled in her butt gap, raised her arm and pulled his hand through under her arm, resting it on her tit. “ Mm. Feels nice. Cuddly... G'nite, Daddy... ” “ G'nite, Punkin... ”