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No Purer Love

A slight shift of his weight caused the false turf beneath his feet to crunch, the sound somehow carrying over the wind. The breeze jostled the flowers, and whipped the tarp overhead in a percussive cadence. Dean Lanza stared at the grave, his twenty-year marriage ended just like the line in the wedding vows, until death do us part.

Everyone else had left. In his peripheral vision, he could see the crew waiting to fill the grave impatiently glancing in his direction. Dean remained, thinking he had to demonstrate grief in some way – because he certainly didn't feel it.

Even the sudden, unexpected heart attack hadn't managed to evoke a reaction. Dean couldn't count the number of times he'd heard variations of she's the last person I'd ever expect to have a heart attack in the last few days. His wife had been a perfect picture of health, right up until the moment he found her dead at the kitchen table.

He'd approached her on a dare – his friends encouraging him to turn his legendary charm on the gorgeous ice woman who never dated anyone. The challenge had excited him, and he'd found himself trapped in her web.

She'd resisted his stronger advances with remarkable tenacity, never revealing an ounce of lust no matter what he threw at her as they dated. In time, her strength garnered a powerful level of respect within Dean. With that respect came something else – love. He proposed, and she accepted.

Though she'd barely moved and made no sound as they had sex – save a whimper of pain as he pierced her maidenhead – it had still excited him more than with any woman before her. He'd attained the unattainable, succeeded where everyone else failed.

A little over a month later, his sex life ended with a positive pregnancy test.

He'd known she was deeply religious, but her refusal to have sex again drove the point home with brutal force. She'd wanted only one child, and sex was only for procreation. He'd remained true to his vows; helping to raise his daughter like any real man would, though his wife allowed him little input into Julia's rearing.

Twenty years. Twenty years of a loveless marriage and a mundane existence. It all ended here, on this expensive chunk of earth atop a hill, marked by a crucifix carved with her maiden name.

Just a few minutes more, to cover up the fact that I just don't care.

****

Julia stood in the distance by the car, watching her father stare at the grave. He stood straight and proud, his broad shoulders square and his strong hands folded behind him. You can come back now, Daddy. Everyone will believe you were grieving privately.

She knew better. She couldn't summon up tears for her mother any more than her father could. Julia's love for her mother had vanished early on in the nineteen-year religious dictatorship of her life. Even the dress she wore now, concealing every inch of her lithe body and blonde hair, had its roots in her mother's rigid dictation of their lives.

If there's such a place as heaven, and everyone there is like you, I'll take hell, Mother. As soon as the thought flashed through her mind, Julia felt ashamed. The shame quickly turned to anger, however. Released from her imprisonment in the house to visit college campuses, Julia now understood how much she'd missed of the world outside, despite her church escort's attempts to shield her from sin. Now, she knew just how her mother had brainwashed her – turned her into a little god robot, afraid everything was a sin.

At last, her father turned to walk back toward the car. You look so handsome, Daddy. You deserved better than Mother. Now you're free.

She wanted to smile at him as he approached, but knew that he wouldn't even see it through the dark veil covering her face. She could almost hear her mother hissing to leave the veil where it was, saying that revealing her face was a temptation to the devil's servants – like the sweaty men now moving toward the grave to fill it.

The sound of her mother's voice in her head sent a flash of white-hot anger flooding through Julia. She reached toward the veil. You're not here to preach to me or hit me now, Mother. Years of conditioning stopped her hands, however. With a surge of will, she fought through the intractable discipline forced upon her and flipped the veil over her hat.

She smiled, feeling a completely different warmth spread through her as she defied her mother and thought for herself. The sensation only increased when her father smiled back, his pace quickening. While she had no love for her mother, Julia loved her father dearly.

He embraced her when he reached her, sending a tingle running throughout Julia's body. His powerful arms held her close, making her feel safe and bringing about a slight weakness in her knees.

Julia didn't want him to release her when she felt his arms relax. She closed her own tighter around him, holding him against her for a moment more. Reluctantly, she let him go, the scent of his cologne setting off another race of tingles through her extremities.

"Let's go home, honey," Dean suggested, opening the passenger door.

"Okay, Daddy," she responded, sitting down and pulling the voluminous cloth of her dress out of the way so he could close the door.

****

"Will you be okay, honey?" Dean asked as he straightened his tie, preparing for work the next morning.

"I'll be fine, Daddy," Julia responded, moving to kiss him on the cheek. Biting her lip for a second, she summoned up her courage to ask, "Could I have some money to buy some new clothes? I've always wanted to pick out some things of my own."

Dean closed one eye in concentration as he ran through the finances in his head. I'll have the check from Marla's life insurance before long. That will pay off the mortgage, both cars, all of the credit cards, and leave a lot left over to invest. A large chunk of free cash appeared in his mind, the weekly blood money from his paycheck that always went to the church. Not satisfied with ten percent, his wife had always tithed twenty percent of his pay to god. Thinking about the opulence of the church, and how much of that he'd financed over the last two decades, he answered, "I'll put five hundred dollars on your reloadable credit card as soon as I get to work."

Julia's mouth dropped open in surprise. With a squeal of delight, she threw her arms around her father's neck and kissed him hard on the cheek again. "I love you, Daddy!"

Smiling and chuckling, Dean reached for his keys hanging on the wall. Right next to them hung a second set – the keys to his wife's car. Pulling them from the hook instead of his own, he handed them to Julia. "Take the car. It's yours now, honey."

"Thank you so much, Daddy."

"Be careful driving in the city," Dean cautioned, and then kissed Julia on the forehead.

"I will. Have a good day at work."

"You have a good time shopping," Dean responded as he grabbed his keys and walked out the door.

As he drove to work, Dean struggled with how to respond to the inevitable condolences he'd be dealing with for a few days. In the end, he decided to follow the same path he'd taken at the funeral, pretending to deal with his grief privately, while going on with his life in public. A quick glance at the speedometer caused him to start and jerk his foot off the accelerator.

His brow furrowed. Two miles per hour over the speed limit, and I'm acting like I ran over someone, he thought angrily. Glancing over at the passenger seat, he thought, You're not sitting there to nag me any more.

With a smile, he pushed his foot back down. Reaching seventy, he ran with the traffic for the first time in twenty years. I wish I'd thought to put the top down. Imagining the wind whipping through his short brown hair, Dean sped down the freeway to work with a smile on his face for the first time in a long time.

****

Julia refreshed the web page, and smiled when she saw the balance change. The sight of over five hundred dollars on her card made her feel giddy. Logging off the website felt like it took forever. As soon as the page closed, she snatched up the keys to her mother's car – her car now – triumphantly.

Julia opened the sunroof before she pulled out of the garage. The wind whipped her long blonde hair as she pulled onto the freeway, driving for the first time without fear of a rigid timetable hanging over her head.

Stepping into the store with plenty of money felt like Christmas to Julia. She didn't even know where to begin. A display of flag-patterned swimwear for Independence Day caught her eye – a skimpy bikini in particular. The first change in her wardrobe now firmly set in her mind, she walked over to the lingerie.

Making a face and popping a package of white cotton granny panties – all her mother had allowed her to wear – with her finger, Julia took one more step and pulled a hanger from the rack. Rubbing her fingers over the satiny material of the red briefs, Julia let out a little sigh of pleasure. Caressing the crotch of the panties translated into a tingle between her legs, anticipation of how good the material would feel against her skin. The panties went into her basket, quickly followed by eight more in varying colors – though none as vibrant as the red.

Sheer, lacy brassieres settled into her basket next. Julia let out a little snort of frustration when she couldn't find a 34c in red to match her new panties. I'll find one at another store, she thought, and moved toward a rack of skirts.

Looking down at her skirt, which covered her knees, Julia immediately reached for the shortest one she could find in her size. Holding it up against her body, color flooded Julia's cheeks. She hung the skirt back up, realizing that an errant breeze while wearing it would reveal her to all the world. Selecting one of greater length, she moved around the rack to find more.

Julia spent hours selecting and trying on outfits. She replaced her one-piece bathing suit with a bikini, and her nightgown with a silky chemise. With a basket full of new clothing, she started toward the checkout lanes. Passing the rack of skirts, she hesitated. After a moment of embarrassed consideration, she grabbed the scandalously short skirt and put it in her basket before moving on to pay for everything.

****

Dean kicked back in his office chair looking out the window, his work done for the day. Not going too badly. Word got around quickly, and people aren't making a big deal. Maybe I'll get through this with minimal frustration.

A knock on the jamb of his open office door caused him to turn. As soon as he saw who stood in the doorway, Dean felt his cock swelling with blood.

"Mr. Lanza, do you want this printed in draft, or high-quality?" Emily asked.

"Draft," Dean answered. "It isn't finalized yet, I just want a general idea of how it is going to look." His cock throbbed, the sight of his blonde co-worker in her short skirt and tight top awakening his ever-repressed desire.

His thoughts flashed back to an office party. The CEO had demanded attendance at the party – the only reason his wife had let him go. She, of course, wanted nothing to do with it. Everyone drinking at the party had put Dean in a black mood, as he knew that even a hint of alcohol on his breath would have instigated a tongue-lashing from his wife. Emily had consumed more than her fair share, however.

Dean remembered the event like it had happened only moments before. Emily walking up to him, her top revealing tantalizing hints of her breasts and her skirt showing off long expanses of leg. Her suggestive whispers and the scent of her perfume had nearly driven him mad. In the end, he'd only managed to resist letting things go farther because he worked with Emily, and because he knew his wife would find out somehow.

Emily nodded and turned to leave, her perfect bottom moving hypnotically beneath the tight skirt. Dean reached down and adjusted his straining erection, trying to put the thoughts from his mind. He knew better than to get involved with anyone in the office, and doing so this soon after his wife's death would look absolutely crass, anyhow.

Pulling out the phone book, Dean decided to fulfill at least one fantasy from the long-ago office party. Flipping to the yellow pages, he located a liquor store between the office and home. His mouth watered in anticipation of his first beer in twenty years. Quickly scribbling down the address when he found a place on his normal route home, he glanced out into the main office floor.

Emily was looking right at him, and smiled when she saw him. For a moment, Dean thought he was looking at his daughter. The two of them could be twins, save for Emily's eye-catching style of dress and the loss of youthful glow that Julia still had.

Dean nodded politely, and quickly turned toward his computer to tap away – trying to drive the ever-occurring and disturbing thought from his head.

****

Julia quickly hung the last of her new panties over the retracting clothesline in the laundry room, knowing she needed to get supper started soon. She wanted desperately to put on her new clothes, but she knew better than to do so without washing everything first. She'd disobeyed her mother only once in that regard, and the rash in her private regions had itched unmercifully. Every secretive attempt to scratch and relieve that nearly painful sensation had drawn a truly painful slap on her wrists from her mother.

She'd not spent all her money on her new wardrobe. A quick stop at the grocery store provided a perfect present for her father. Julia's mother had restricted their diet with the same draconian authority as every other element of their lives. It couldn't stop her father from thinking about his favorite things, however. Thanks to a cooking class, Julia knew just how to prepare the guilty treat of fat-laden hamburgers and fries for supper. I'll finally get to thank you for being so good to me, Daddy, Julia thought as she hurried to the kitchen.

****

Dean stepped into the house, a six-pack of ice cold Budweiser replacing the briefcase he normally carried in the door. A shiver ran down his spine when the scent of beef cooking tickled his nostrils. He almost groaned in delight, hurrying toward the kitchen.

"Welcome home, Daddy," Julia said, her smile brightening the dining room. On the table in front of her sat two plates, each heaped high with french fries and a steaming burger.

"If I'm dreaming, don't wake me up," Dean said and let out a little chuckle. He sat down his six-pack and settled into his chair, drinking in the scent and shivering yet again in anticipation.

"I didn't know you drank alcohol," Julia said as she sat down, looking at the six-pack with a surprised expression.

"Well, I haven't since I married your mother, she wouldn't allow it. I never was much of a drinker, but there's nothing like one or two – mind you, one or two – after a hard day's work, or with a nice greasy meal. Thank you for this, honey."

"You're welcome, Daddy. Now eat, before it gets cold."

"You don't have to ask me twice," Dean responded and laughed, picking up his hamburger. Swallowing the first bite, he said, "Now this is heaven."

Words ceased then as they ate.

Taking a sip of her soda, yet another addition to their dinner of sin, Julia glanced at the six-pack and said, "I'm almost afraid of that. Mother talked about alcohol like it was a potion that turned you evil with one sip."

"Your mother was hard. It's probably good in some ways, because I don't know what kind of father I'd have been without her reining me in. I think you've missed out on a lot of life because of it, though."

"So have you, Daddy. Why don't you have one?"

"I don't know if I should. I don't want you getting ideas that you should start drinking. I don't think there's anything wrong with it myself, when you don't overdo it, but it's easy to overdo it."

"You taught me better than that, Daddy. I've seen drunks, and I don't want to be like that. Go on."

Dean pulled one of the sweating bottles from the carton, thinking that he should probably get the rest into the fridge soon. Twisting off the cap, he brought the bottle to his lips and took a slow pull. The sensation of the beer settling in his stomach was better than sex – certainly better than any he'd had in the last twenty years, anyway.

"What does it taste like?" Julia asked.

"Earthy. Sharp. I don't really know how to describe it. It just tastes good."

"Could I try a taste?"

The question startled Dean. His daughter had asked any number of direct questions over the years, but never one like this. "Honey, you're not even supposed to drink until you're twenty-one."

"It's okay, I understand. I was just curious," Julia replied with a hint of disappointment.

Hearing that tone in his daughter's voice stabbed Dean's heart like a dagger. "You know what – why don't you try it. I'd rather you do it here with me than to sneak off and do it somewhere else." He pushed the bottle across the table as he finished speaking.

Julia picked up the bottle curiously, sniffing and finding the scent strange and vaporous. She tipped it back and took a drink. Her father couldn't help but laugh at the face she made.

"This is awful," Julia said after a quick cough as she put the bottle down.

Still laughing, Dean reached across the table and took the bottle back. "Beer is sort of an acquired taste."

"I'll go wash the dishes, Daddy. You just enjoy your beer, though I can't understand how you can."

When Julia returned a minute later to collect the glasses, she put her hand on her forehead. "Is it supposed to make you feel light headed?"

"That and a little silly."

Julia smiled and said, "This part isn't so bad."

"It's the morning after that gets you," her father chuckled and drained the last of the beer from his bottle. Remembering the lesson that had taught him as a youth to limit how much he drank, he said, "Go ahead and do the dishes. I'm going to run out for a minute. I'll be right back, honey."

"Okay, Daddy."

Dean returned at almost the exact same time as Julia emerged from the kitchen. Julia glanced curiously at the paper sack in her father's hands.

"I went and bought something that shouldn't cause you to make such a face." He pulled away the sack, revealing a clear bottle filled with clear liquid. "This is Schnapps. I'm going to let you have just enough to see what the next morning is like, without letting you overdo it too much. I know my first hangover taught me moderation, so I think you would do well to learn the lesson too."

Julia's expression betrayed fear, but also curiosity as she approached. Her father opened the bottle, holding it out toward his daughter. "Here, take a sniff."

Julia inhaled, and her eyes widened. "It smells like peppermint."

"It tastes like it to. This stuff will sneak up on you before you know it. You have to be careful with alcohol that tastes good. It's easy to go overboard. Let's go watch a movie and you can have a few drinks."

Dean slipped a tape into the VCR, and then returned to the couch, where Julia sat with a timid look of anticipation on her face. Dean shook his head almost imperceptibly, fighting off a chuckle. I always thought I'd be urging her to stay away from alcohol, and here I am introducing her to it. She's going to be tempted eventually, so it's better if I teach her what can happen – and when to stop.

Pulling the shot glass he'd also purchased at the liquor store from his pocket, Dean sat down and poured a shot of the minty beverage for his daughter. She took it after a moment of hesitation, and then tipped the tiny glass back.
Julia's eyes opened with surprise, and she let out a little giggle. "It's cold in the bottle, but it feels all warm in my tummy, Daddy."

Aiming the remote control, Dean started the movie. "Give that one a few minutes to settle, and we'll see if you want another."

After only a minute or so, she requested another shot. This time Dean did chuckle as he poured. "You're going to learn the hard way, I guess."

By the sixth shot in less than thirty minutes, Dean could tell his daughter felt the effects of the alcohol.

"Can I have another, Daddy?" She asked.

"Why don't you wait a little while? I can tell it's hitting you."

Julia blew a raspberry. "No it isn't. I just feel warm, and really good."

One corner of his mouth twitching up into a smile, Dean said, "Try to stand up."

"Why, Daddy?"

"Just try it," he chuckled in response.

Julia stood up, her eyes going wide when she felt her balance leave her. She grasped the arm of the couch to keep from stumbling, and then promptly sat back down. "Is that supposed to happen?"

"Yes," her father laughed. "Watch the movie for a while. Here comes the good part."

"Okay, Daddy," she responded, settling into the cushions.

Dean let her have two more shots, and then flatly refused to give her any more. He could tell that she teetered only a sip or two away from slipping over the line from tipsy to drunk. She pouted prettily in protest, a favorite tactic with her loving father, but he refused to budge.

As the credits rolled, Julia leaned in close and draped her arm across her father's chest. "I missed this, Daddy," she contentedly sighed.

"I did too, honey," he replied. His wife had adamantly cut off any such sort of intimate physical contact the moment Julia's breasts sprouted. It is unseemly and sinful, she'd chastised them both, upon seeing them hug.

Julia looked up at her father and said, "I haven't seen you smile in so long. I hated seeing you so unhappy."

"Life's hard sometimes," he sighed.

"Mother made it hard. Nothing you did was good enough for her."

"I know, honey. Let's not talk about it."

"Okay, Daddy," Julia responded, snuggling back up against her father.

He could feel her warmth, and smell the floral scent of her shampoo in her hair. Wrapping his arm around her, he settled back into the cushions and watched the outtakes playing alongside the credits.

When he noticed the sensation of her firm breasts pressing against his arm, it startled him. He shamefully recognized the tingle in his loins, and the feeling of blood swelling his manhood. Though he'd only consciously noticed the feeling this very moment, he'd subconsciously enjoyed the feeling ever since she leaned in to hug him. Quickly unwrapping his arm from his daughter, he said, "We should probably go to bed. I'll warn you right now, you're not going to feel very well in the morning."

"We'll see," Julia responded, wrinkling her nose in a mocking expression.

"Oh, you'll see, alright. Good night, honey."

"Good night, Daddy."

****

Julia curled up in her blankets, awakening from a dream about a rapidly beeping robot beating her over the head.

The phone rang again.

Without uncovering her head, Julia fumbled around until she found the phone. The phone rang again, the sound like a knife stabbing into her temples. A little whimpering moan escaped her as she looked at the caller ID. "Hello."

"How are you feeling this morning?" Her father asked.

"Horrible," Julia moaned.

"I warned you," Dean managed to say without laughing or sounding smug. "Drink plenty of water, take a couple of Excedrin, and have a bath. I need to get back to work, but I'll call you later to make sure you're feeling better, honey."

"Okay, Daddy," Julia mumbled. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Julia turned off the phone and dropped it on her bedside table, pulling the covers over her head. Her father's advice called to her a few moments later, because her mouth felt as dry as a desert. Getting out of bed proved a painful experience, but she had little choice considering the painful pressure of her strained bladder.

After peeing, Julia took all her father's advice to heart. A few minutes of soaking in the bath helped chase away the groggy feeling gripping her, as well as her headache.

Feeling at least somewhat refreshed after her bath, Julia stepped out of the bath and toweled dry. Anticipation then burned away the last of her hangover as she looked at her new clothes, just waiting for her to put on.

Picking up the pair of silky white panties, she slipped them on and looked in the mirror. Instantly, she smiled and ran her hands over her revealed thighs and hips, loving the way the panties looked on her. The material felt wonderful against her skin, a shift in her weight causing the slippery cloth to rub over her labia, sending a tingle through her sex.

Julia felt her nipples stiffening from the sensation, and glanced at her full, firm breasts in the mirror. The pink tips stood out from their slightly darker halo, and she couldn't resist running her fingers over the stiff points. The touch sent an even sharper jolt of pleasure through her sex, and she could feel the tingle of wetness lubricating her depths.

Almost reluctantly, she put on her new bra that matched the panties. The lacy cloth lifted her breasts, enhancing the view in the mirror even more. Julia blushed when she realized that her stiff nipples were still plainly visible through the brassiere, as were the slightly darker circles of her areola.

While the white blouse that followed helped hide her nipples, the light material didn't conceal the evidence of her arousal completely. Pulling on the dark blue skirt, she admired the five inches of her long legs revealed above the knee. Her mother had never allowed her to reveal so much skin except to swim, and then only in their pool in the back yard, behind the tall privacy fence.

I hope Daddy likes my outfit, Julia thought nervously. Though not remotely as conservative as her mother, Julia knew that her father would feel protective of her as well. She nearly changed into a less revealing blouse, but decided against it. Some of my new things are more revealing than this. I should see what Daddy thinks of this, so I get a real reaction.

Decision made, Julia walked out of the bathroom to start on her chores. Though her taskmaster mother wasn't here to demand it any longer, Julia understood that her father worked hard, and that someone needed to maintain the house. Her father appreciated the work – it made him happy – and that was all the encouragement Julia needed to whistle as she cleaned and straightened the house.

****

Dean let out a little sound of surprise as his daughter wrapped her arms around him the moment he walked in the door.

"Welcome home, Daddy."

"What's this all about?" Dean laughed, wrapping his arms around her and trying not to jab her with his briefcase.

"I told you, I missed hugging you, Daddy," Julia effervesced as she stepped back from the hug.

Only then did Dean notice how his daughter was dressed. Memories his wife's young body the first time he saw her undressed on their wedding night filled Dean's head. Though everyone knew she must have an amazing body, the loose, many-layered clothing she wore had offered no glimpse of it whatsoever. Seeing her nude had nearly stopped his heart.

If anything, Julia's body was even sexier than her mother's.

"Daddy?" Julia asked nervously.

"Sorry, honey – you just surprised me a bit."

"Do you... Do you like it? Is it okay? I can take everything back if..."

Dean held up a hand, making his decision in a matter of moments. "It's okay, honey. It will take some getting used to, but I'm your father, so I'm allowed to worry a little, aren't I? You look beautiful." You look incredible, popped into his head, but he quickly pushed the thought down.

"Thank you, Daddy," Julia beamed, hugging him once more.

Dean acutely noticed her breasts pressing against his chest, and fought down shame as his manhood twitched. "You're going to hug me to death," he nervously laughed.

Stepping back, Julia smiled and said, "It's just been so long since I had a hug. Mother never hugged me, and once you stopped..."

"Honey, the only reason I stopped..."

"I know, Daddy – Mother made you stop once I got breasts. She told me that she made you stop. She asked me every morning if you'd..." Julia paused and cast her eyes downward, her voice small when she continued, "... touched me."

Dean's eyes hardened. "She what? After I stayed faithful to her, never so much as seeing her nak..." He bit off his words and his eyes widened. "I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have said that."

Julia reached out and squeezed her father's hand. "It's okay, Daddy. I know Mother never... Well, you know. She didn't even believe me when I told her. She always checked – down there – to make sure."

Dean tightly clenched his teeth for a moment and sighed. "Why don't we stop talking about this? You'll have all the hugs you want from now on." He forced a smile, which he no longer had to force when she smiled back at him.

"We should go eat before it gets cold. I made pizza."

"I love you, honey."

****

"Well, now that dinner's settled a bit, I'm going to go take a few laps in the pool. Did I mention that was delicious?"

"About twelve times now, Daddy," Julia laughed.

Dean stood and said, "If my cell rings, just let it go to voice mail."

"Okay, Daddy. I'll go load the dishwasher."

A few minutes later, Dean hit the pool with a graceful dive, splashing only a little more than during his days on the high school swim team. He cut through the water with quick, powerful strokes.

Watching out the window, Julia admired the play of her father's muscles. You're so strong and handsome, Daddy. It's not fair that Mother didn't love you like you deserve. She let out a sad sigh, but then she smiled. Turning on her heel, Julia walked toward her room.

****

One more lap, Dean thought, making a quick, graceful turn at the edge of the pool. He surfaced and caught sight of Julia standing on the opposite side of the pool, and choked when water rushed into his wide-open mouth.

Coughing, Dean floated over to the edge of the pool, throwing an arm over the side. A few seconds later, Julia knelt down next to him. "Daddy, are you okay?"

With a final cough, Dean gasped, "I'm alright. I just caught a mouthful." And an eyeful, he thought, pointedly looking at nothing except his bikini-clad daughter's eyes.

"I thought I'd come swim with you," Julia said, standing back up again.

Forced to look up at her from her feet, Dean couldn't help but see Julia's barely concealed, lithe body standing over him. "I was about to get out, actually, but nothing's stopping you, honey."

Julia pouted and said, "I hoped you might teach me how to dive. I always slap my feet when I try it."

Even his uneasiness with Julia's nearly nude body couldn't overpower that pout, or the chance to teach his daughter something. "You're not getting enough of a hop when you start out. You just fall toward the water. I'll show you." Putting his other hand up on the edge of the pool, Dean flexed his muscles and lifted his knee up onto the tile.

Climbing out of the water, Dean stood and said, "Dive for me, so I can see for sure what you're doing wrong."

"Okay, Daddy." She dived, popping back up with a gasp. "This is cold!"

Dean laughed. "That's what it is. You need to put a little bounce in there. Come back up here."

Julia climbed up out of the pool to stand next to her father again. "Okay now, you've got to get a little air between your feet and the ground, honey. Take a couple of bounces."

Julia laughed, and hopped up into the air. Almost immediately, Dean thought, Bad idea. His eyes locked of their own volition upon his daughter's ample, bouncing breasts, her nipples standing out from the shock of the cold water to press against the thin material of her bikini top.

What is wrong with me? How can I look at her like this? Dean chastised himself. Despite the self-admonition, his eyes drank in the sight of the water running in streams down Julia's taut tummy and long legs. Tearing his eyes away, Dean said, "Now put that bounce in there as you dive." He silently prayed that she wouldn't notice the partial swelling of his manhood beneath his swim trunks.

Julia executed a perfect dive this time. When she surfaced, she laughed and spun in the water. "I did it, Daddy!"

"That's my girl." Once more, his eyes roved to Julia's rounded bosom, the revealed upper globes breaking the surface of the lapping water. "Well, I should probably go get ready for bed. You keep practicing, and you'll just get better."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, honey." He waved, and quickly walked back toward the house, trying to hide his expanding erection from her eyes.

****

Julia walked groggily through the living room on her way to the kitchen, but stopped as if she'd hit a wall when something in her peripheral vision caught her eye. A glance at the key rack revealed two sets of keys, and a look at the clock revealed the time – thirty minutes past the time when her father should be awake and getting ready for work.

Oh, no – I'd better wake Daddy up before he's late for work, Julia thought, the realization chasing the lingering sleep fog from her mind in an instant. Turning on her heel, she returned to the hallway and headed toward her father's door.

When she opened the bedroom door, Julia drew in a breath to awaken him, but couldn't make a sound. Her eyes locked on him, lying on the bed with only a thin sheet covering his legs. Above the sheet, her gaze centered on her father's morning erection. She couldn't take her eyes off the fascinating sight of the swollen organ, hovering proudly above his rippled abdomen.

Color flooded into Julia's cheeks as she stared, whispers from the other girls in her school about penises coming back to her in a rush. Some of them had actually seen one – touched one – and done other things with them. A tingling rushed through her sex, signaling a release of wetness within.

As she stared, the stiff phallus twitched, bouncing upward for a second. She couldn't believe the size of it, as big around as a summer sausage and the tip partially obscuring his belly button. The color in her cheeks deepened as she wondered how something so big could possibly go down there as the other girls had whispered.

Her father let out a little groan and shifted in his sleep. The movement snapped Julia back into reality, and she quickly backed out of the room, pulling the door soundlessly closed behind her. She felt as though she couldn't draw enough air into her lungs, her nipples were painfully stiff, and the tingling between her legs screamed at her to touch it.

Daddy is going to be late for work, she silently admonished herself, trying to chase the vision of her father's revealed manhood from before her eyes, which still lingered despite the closed door between them. She raised her hand and knocked.

Julia heard a groan from within the room, and then a sharp exclamation of, "Damn!"

"Daddy," Julia began, her voice breaking slightly, "Are you awake?"

"I am now. Thanks, honey. Can you put on some coffee for me? I'm really going to have to rush to get to work on time," her father said from beyond the door.

"Okay, Daddy," Julia responded, hurrying to the kitchen and letting the task fill her mind, pushing away the memory of what she'd just seen.

****

Dammit, Dean silently cursed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. In the bathroom, he fought down his erection to release the painful pressure of his bladder. All the while, he cursed himself for allowing his needs to overshadow his judgment.

Walking back into the bedroom a couple of minutes later, he quickly picked up the bottle of lubricant from the floor next to the bed. A glance revealed the paper towel he'd used to catch his ejaculation the night before safely in the trash can near the bed. He could almost hear his dead wife's voice saying, This is your punishment for defiling God's temple by fornicating with yourself.

Shut up, bitch, he thought to the silent voice, and the release of emotion made him feel better. Moving the box in the bottom of his closet, he lifted a board below and quickly deposited the bottle of lube in his hidden vault. Kicking the box back in place as he stood, Dean then rummaged through the clothing hanging on the rack above, attempting to find a short-sleeved dress shirt amongst the garments.

****

Julia heard the bedroom door open, and poured a cup of the now finished coffee. Her father hurried into the room just as she returned the pot to its place on the coffee maker.

"Thank you, honey. I've got to get all my winter clothes and things I never wear out of that closet. I can't find anything in there." Dean grabbed the cup of coffee and tipped it back, feeling better the moment the hot liquid settled in his stomach.

"Do you need me to do anything, Daddy?" Julia asked.

"No, honey. You got me up in time. I'll be a little rushed, but I'll make it on time now. Thank you, Julia."

"You're welcome, Daddy," Julia responded with a wide smile, his gratitude causing her to tingle all over. "I'll need some more money on the household card for food and things."

"I'll do it as soon as I get to work." He took another sip of coffee and asked, "Do you need any more money for yourself?"

"I still have a little left," Julia responded.

"I'll put more on your card too. You'll need it for gas. The car is probably about due for an oil change too. Make sure you just buy things for the house on the one card, and everything else on your card. Don't forget to keep the receipts."

"I'll go get the oil changed today, Daddy."

Dean drained the last of his coffee. "I've got to get going. I love you, honey"

"I love you too, Daddy," Julia responded, scooping up the coffee cup as her father hurried toward the door.

****

Julia pulled into the driveway still blushing. Men had always looked at her, even dressed in the formless clothing her mother had forced her to wear. Wearing one of her new outfits today to the store and the quick lube shop, she'd noticed everyone looking at her. She could almost feel the hunger in the stares of the men, and for the first time in her life, she felt something other than embarrassment and shame from those stares – excitement.

She tried to shake away the feeling and the almost uncomfortable tingling it caused between her legs as she put away the groceries. As soon as she completed that task, the feelings surged anew in absence of any distraction.

I'll go clean out Daddy's closet, Julia thought, hoping that the busy work would help her forget – though she wasn't really sure she wanted to. That worried her more than anything else.

Julia pulled out the long sleeved shirts and a few things she couldn't remember her father wearing recently, placing the items on the bed to separate them. When she finished, her father's summer clothing all hung neatly in the closet, no longer jumbled together from too many garments crowding the rack.

Looking at the floor of the closet, Julia recognized a pair of shoes that her father hadn't worn in years. She pulled the shoes out and searched for more. She saw a pair deep in the corner of the closet, back behind a box on the floor. Sliding the box out of the way, she reached for the running shoes and let out a cry of surprise when her foot went through the floor.
Catching her balance and jerking her foot away, Julia looked down to see a loose board tipped up. The board had narrowly missed cracking her in the shin. She started to put the board back in place, but noticed something peeking out from beneath the floorboards.

Curiosity overwhelmed her, and Julia tugged the bottle out from under the floor into the faint light of the closet. Her cheeks warmed when she saw the words sensual lubricant on the bottle. She pushed the bottle back under the floorboards, her face burning, and her fingers brushed against something else hidden there.

Biting her lower lip, Julia hesitated for a moment, and then tugged the magazine out. Her eyes widened when she saw the image of a blonde woman with a man's penis in her mouth. She gasped, and fully meant to shove the dirty magazine back under the floorboards. Instead, she pulled it out and turned toward the light filtering in through the closet door.

The woman in the picture looked as if she was eating chocolate, judging by the look on her face. A dribble of thick, milky liquid ran from the corner of the woman's mouth to her chin, where it hung suspended an inch or two below. Stepping out of the closet, Julia opened the magazine and went to sit down on the bed, almost unconscious of her own actions.

The pictures inside showed the blonde woman dressed in skimpy, girlish clothing, standing in front of an older, handsome man. The clothing vanished from the woman's body in the subsequent pictures on the first two pages, the garments lying on the ground at her feet where she'd discarded them. In the final picture, she knelt nude before the man with his pants undone and her hand wrapped around his stiff manhood. Julia couldn't help but notice that it looked a lot like her father's.

With trembling fingers, Julia turned the page. She gasped when she saw the pictures, showing the woman taking the man's penis in her mouth and his face tightened in an almost pained expression. Julia's eyes moved from picture to picture, taking in the variety of expressions on the woman's face. They ranged from the delighted look on the cover of the magazine to an almost mocking smile in one where the woman's tongue wrapped around the purple tip of the man's saliva coated erection.

In the last two pictures, the man stood up and removed his clothing as well. The pictures showed a handsome man with well-defined muscles, once again reminding Julia of her father.

On the next page, the woman lay on the couch with her legs spread wide open, revealing her bare-shaven sex over the man's shoulder. The next picture showed the man with his tongue on the blonde woman's folds. In these pictures, the woman's face showed signs of both pain and surprise. Something in the expressions told Julia that neither of those sensations actually affected the woman.

The pictures showed the man licking the woman from a variety of angles. The final picture on the page depicted the blonde with her back arched up off the couch, her nipples pinched between her fingers and thumbs, her eyes closed, and her mouth wide open in a silent scream.

Julia continued to flip through the pages, seeing the man insert his cock – Julia remembered the word from her friend's whispers – between the woman's legs. She still couldn't believe the large thing fit in the woman's vagina, even though she saw it with her own eyes.

The pictures showed the man on top of the woman, the woman on top of the man, and other positions that Julia thought had to be uncomfortable for both of them. On the last two pages, the man pulled his cock from inside the blonde, and she took it in her mouth again. A large picture on the top of the last page showed the woman with her mouth wide open and milky ropes of blurry fluid stretching from the man's wet cock to her mouth. In the last picture, she knelt before him licking her lips with semen running down her chin and spattered on her right breast.

Julia stared at the pictures, her nipples and her sex both aching. She breathed heavily, and her whole body felt warm. After a few seconds of staring, she quickly closed the magazine and covered the picture on the cover with her hands.

Julia hurried to the closet and put he magazine back where she'd found it. Her mind made the connection between the lubricant and the book, sending a fresh rush of heat into her cheeks. Daddy touched himself while looking at these pictures, because Mother wouldn't, Julia's thoughts rushed through her head.

Replacing the board and the box, Julia closed the closet door and walked out of the room, her body still screaming at her. She felt a touch of cold at the center of the heat between her legs, and knew that a wet spot on her new panties caused the sensation. A touch of her fingers a moment later confirmed the thought, and caused Julia to shiver uncontrollably.

Closing the door to her father's room, Julia struggled against the aching of her body, memories of her mother catching her touching herself returning to her. Remembering the fire and brimstone sermon her mother had delivered on that occasion – laced with frank, embarrassing descriptions of what she'd done – dulled Julia's arousal.

But only for a few moments.

Julia could count the number of times she'd touched herself on the fingers of one hand – a hand that now crept between her legs as she lay down on her bed. Her arousal overpowered her, making it impossible to ignore her body's cries for release. She rubbed the silky, damp material of her panties against her folds, her back arching up from the bed and a quavering gasp escaping her as she did so.

Without any conscious thought, Julia pulled up the hem of her skirt and slipped her hand into her panties. She felt wetness coating the tip of her finger as she stroked it over her folds, a quiet yelp bursting from her lips from the touch. After a few more strokes of her finger, dulling the ache between her legs to a pleasant tingling, Julia pulled down her panties and kicked them off.

She parted her legs wide, the images from the magazine flashing behind her closed eyes as she stroked her wet heat. She could almost feel the man's tongue sliding over her, sending a jolt through her body that centered in her sex and her stiff nipples.

Julia's fingers rubbed faster, a knot of hot pressure building deep inside her as she caressed her folds. The wetness quickly coating her fingers increased the sensation of her touch, spurring her to even greater efforts.

Her body writhed and undulated on the bed without conscious direction as everything in the world vanished, save for the mental image of a man between her legs with his tongue roving over her. She concentrated her efforts on the swollen bud at the apex of her lips, the bubble of pressure within her growing larger by the moment.

With a sharp, quiet cry of release, Julia stiffened as the bubble within her burst. She trembled in climax, her fingers tightly pressed over her throbbing clit. Jolts of pleasure continued to arch through her body for long minutes as the image of her father in her mind tenderly kissed her.

****

Dean tore his eyes away from Emily's retreating bottom, shaking his head to chase away the image and the memories of what had flashed through is mind as he masturbated the night before. Just like then, the real sight of Emily walking out of his office merged with an imagined image of Julia.

Clenching his teeth and turning to stare at his computer screen, Dean tried to force the report to burn through his thoughts. It didn't work.

A thought of the scantily clad woman he'd seen standing on the street corner when he went to buy the schnapps for Julia crossed Dean's mind. Maybe that's what I need to do – take care of this itch before it drives me crazy. I haven't seen a woman naked in years, and that's what's causing me to think like this.

After a few seconds of consideration, he shook his head. Just my luck, she'd be an undercover vice cop, or diseased, or somebody who knows me would see me. Maybe I'll go out to a bar and... The thought cut off in mid-stream. Forget it, I'm forty years old. Maybe I should go trolling the nursing home instead.

A snort of frustration blasted from Dean's nose, and he turned away from the computer in irritation. The sight of Emily passing in front of the door to his office with a handful of copies sent a fresh rush of blood surging into his manhood.

He could almost hear his wife's smug, derisive snort and see her hard eyes boring into him in preparation for another sermon about the sins of the flesh. His flash of anger in response to that mental image burned away any thoughts of arousal, and Dean returned to his work once more.

****

Julia heard the front door open as her father left for work the next morning. Almost immediately, his secret hiding place filled her thoughts – as it had for much of the previous day and night. After giving into the needs of her body for the first time in years, Julia found that she couldn't keep thoughts of the pleasure out of her mind. She'd barely pulled back on her clothes before her father returned from work yesterday, and masturbated a third time after slipping into her bed for the night.

Curiosity and arousal tugged Julia from her bed and down the hall. She retrieved a flashlight from a drawer in the living room, and then walked back toward her father's room. Nervously, she crept into his room, feeling eyes watching her all the way. She opened the closet door and moved the box, lifting the board afterward.

Turning on the flashlight, Julia peered into the space beneath the floor and saw more than the magazine and the bottle inside. Committing the position of everything to memory, she pulled out one of the video tapes secreted in her father's secret hiding place.

Flipping the tape over in her hands, she found nothing to identify what was on the tape. Only bare black plastic met her eyes. Clutching the tape against her tummy for a moment, she stood and walked into the living room. Putting the tape down on the entertainment center, she moved around the room, drawing the curtains tightly closed. She then checked both the front and back doors, ensuring that they were securely locked.

Returning to the living room, Julia peeked out the window to make sure that nobody was within view. She double-checked the curtains when she closed them, and then walked back to the entertainment center. She slipped the tape into the VCR, and then sat down in the chair nearest the television after picking up the remote control.

Julia turned on the television, and immediately turned down the volume until only two bars remained on the display. After a deep breath and a moment of hesitation, she pushed the play button on the remote.

The scene played out much as the pictures in the magazine, a scantily clad blonde secretary taking dictation from her older boss. When he finished speaking, the man walked over to the woman and grasped her breast through her blouse. Julia wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes when the man spoke the line, Now that you're done taking dictation, why don't you get those clothes off and take my dick.

Julia quickly forgot about the ridiculous line as the woman undressed in a sensual striptease, and then moved to remove the man's clothing. Julia clicked the volume control on the remote as the blonde engulfed the man's cock, fascinated by the slurping sounds she made around his stiff organ.

Though unrealistic, the sexual banter passing between the couple onscreen caused Julia's juices to flow as she watched the movie unfold. Her hand moved between her legs to caress her folds beneath the slippery cloth, even as her eyes widened from seeing the woman completely swallow the massive phallus on screen.

When the blonde let the man's cock slip from her mouth and climbed up on the desk, Julia lifted her bottom and pulled down her panties. The cool air of the room kissed the wet heat between her legs, setting off a shiver. As the camera angle switched to show the man putting his mouth on the blonde, Julia pulled off her t-shirt and unhooked her bra to free her breasts.

Oh, yes – eat my pussy, the woman onscreen cooed. Julia caressed her breast and teased her nipple with one hand, while the fingers of her other hand traced the parting of her nether lips. A soft gasp escaped her as her body responded to both the touches and the action onscreen. The speed of her fingers increased steadily, moving over her clit as the blonde onscreen writhed from the touch of the man's tongue.

Julia let out a warbling yelp as she climaxed, her fingers continuing to rub little circles over her bud. Onscreen, the woman said, Fuck me. I want that big cock inside me.

Julia panted for breath, trembling from the jolts of ecstasy still flowing through her body. The woman onscreen bent over the desk, letting out a growl as the man pushed his cock inside her. The blonde's large breasts swung and jiggled as the man thrust his manhood into her depths.

The camera angle changed again to show the man penetrating the blonde. The sound of their flesh colliding with sharp smacks excited Julia, as did the squishy sounds of the man's member sliding in and out. Julia's fingers returned to her bud, once more drawing circles over it.

Julia came again, biting her lower lip to stifle her scream of release. Onscreen, she could still distantly hear the pair coupling over her own gasping breaths. Julia sat with her eyes closed, trying to suck air into her starved lungs, her entire body on fire with pleasure.

When she recovered and opened her eyes, Julia saw the man onscreen jerk his manhood free of the blonde's canal to stroke it over her body. Julia watched with fascination as thick ropes of his semen spurted over the blonde's tummy and breasts. The sight set off an aftershock that caused Julia to pull her knees up toward her chest and tremble. Fumbling for the remote, she hit the stop button, and then rewind.

Collapsing into the chair, she listened to the tape rewind. It took her several minutes to regain enough strength to stand up and remove the tape from the VCR. When she turned around, Julia gasped in surprise, seeing the dark, wet spot on the chair cushion from her juices.

Putting the tape down on the coffee table, she hurried to the closet for the upholstery cleaner, her face burning all the while. As soon as she finished cleaning up the spot, she retrieved her hair dryer from the bathroom and dried it as well.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Julia picked up the tape again, and returned to her father's room. Replacing the tape in his hiding place, she checked with the flashlight to ensure that everything was exactly where she had found it. As she double-checked the position of the objects beneath the floor, she realized that the bottle of lubricant wasn't in the same place she remembered from the day before.

A little chill danced down Julia's spine as she considered what the moved bottle meant. Once again, her face burned as she thought about her father stroking his cock. She could almost hear the slippery sound of his hand sliding over the erect organ.

Julia replaced the board and the box, and then closed the closet door. Her face burned with shame from her thoughts – and the resulting surge of arousal they caused. She fully intended to hurry out of the room, but detoured toward the bed before she truly realized what she was doing.

A crumpled paper towel in the wastebin immediately caught Julia's eye. Hesitantly, she bent down and reached toward it, knowing it was something unusual. When she unfolded the crumpled cloth, she let out a little gasp, seeing the sticky strings of milky cream within.

Quickly crumpling the towel up, Julia deposited it back in the wastebin and hurried out of the room, her sex tingling with maddening intensity.

****

"You really look stressed. Maybe you should use some of that vacation time you've built up over the last couple of years," Emily suggested.

"But the new..." Dean began.

"We'll manage without you somehow," Emily said in playfully sarcastic tones. "Seriously, your concentration is slipping. You should take a vacation. Go to Florida. Have some fun. I was thinking about taking a little Florida vacation myself."

Dean didn't miss the lightly veiled suggestion in her words and tone. "I'll think about it." In truth, he was already thinking about it, and growing fond of the idea.

"Just let me know. It would make sense for me to take my vacation at the same time as you. I'll go see how far along Brian is with those reports." Emily put a little extra sway in her walk as she exited the office, but Dean didn't notice. He turned to his computer to do a little research on Florida hotels.

****

After supper, while his daughter went to the bathroom, Dean walked over to the computer and sat down to pick up his vacation research. Julia returned to the room and said, "You're not working, are you, Daddy?" The faintest elements of rebuke crept into her voice.

"No, honey, I'm not working," Dean replied. He smiled when he clicked on a flight listing – non-stop and reasonably priced.

Julia let out a little gasp. "Florida? Are we going on vacation?"

He hadn't even thought about taking Julia until that very moment, but the excitement in her voice persuaded him almost instantly. "I think so."

Julia bent down and hugged her father from behind. "I love you, Daddy. I've always wanted to go to Florida."

A few clicks later, Dean said, "Next Saturday."

Julia let out a squeal of delight. "I can't wait!"

Dean chuckled and typed in the address for the hotel he'd found while searching at work. A few minutes later, he finished reserving rooms in the hotel. He then clicked through to pictures of the rooms and pointed at one. "I got you a room with a Jacuzzi."

"That sounds wonderful, Daddy."

Dean yawned and stretched. "I think I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. I need to get up early in the morning to mow the lawn, if I don't want to bake in the sun."

"Okay – I'll get up early and make breakfast."

Dean stood up and let out a little grunt of surprise as Julia wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you, Daddy. I can't believe we're going to Florida." She then stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek before turning go to her bathroom.

Dean bopped his forehead with the palm of his hand when she turned out of the hall, realizing he was staring at her shapely bottom, clad in a pair of tight shorts. I really need to get laid so I'll stop this, he thought as he turned toward his own bathroom.

****

The next week passed slowly for both father and daughter. On the way home from work the following Friday, Dean stopped at the store to buy a few things for the trip. He stopped as he approached the checkout counter, returning to an aisle he'd passed three times and finally buying a box of condoms.

Well, I can hope, he thought.

Dean encouraged Julia to go to bed early, but he well understood how her excitement made that difficult. He had trouble falling asleep as well, and felt a little groggy when he woke up the next morning.

They made the flight without difficulty, and landed a few minutes ahead of schedule. In keeping with that string of good luck, no line awaited them at the rental counter. Dean's luck ran out when they reached the hotel.

The employee behind the counter rechecked her computer, and then said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lanza, we must have overbooked. We do have the one room available with the Jacuzzi."

Dean let out a snort of frustration. "I confirmed my reservations before we left this morning. They told me both rooms were waiting for me."
"I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Lanza. I can offer..."

Dean sighed and said, "Never mind. Just give me the key and I'll deal with this later. We'll just share a room. We're on vacation, and I'd like to start it." So much for the condoms, he thought with irritation. He'd booked two rooms that didn't share a wall for a reason.

The single room suited Julia perfectly, however. From the moment she'd reached the airport, Julia had felt anxious. Though the boys turning her way made her feel good, those looks also scared her a little. Every time she'd felt nervous, Julia had reached out and touched her father, which chased the fear away.

As they picked up their bags to walk to the elevator, one problem did emerge in Julia's mind, causing her face to burn. Sharing a room with her father was going to cause a little difficulty with taming her now frequent need to masturbate. That thought summoned up another that causing Julia's face to grow even warmer – the knowledge that her father touched himself at night too.

Julia did her best to chase the thoughts away before her father noticed her embarrassment, going to the bathroom to change into her bathing suit gratefully when he suggested it.

Once he changed as well, Julia walked out onto the beach with her father, drinking in the scene with wide-eyed wonder, and feeling extremely nervous about removing the t-shirt and shorts covering her bikini.

Seeing all the revealed female flesh on the beach forced Dean to struggle against the blood rushing to his nether regions. As soon as he put down his towel on the beach, he said, "Let's go swim," knowing that he could better hide an erection beneath the waves than on the beach.

Julia fought through the twinges of shame assaulting her to remove her shirt and shorts, and then followed her father to the water. Once they stepped into the ocean, the concealing water chased away Julia's nervousness and she simply enjoyed her first encounter with the power of the sea.

Stepping into the ocean took Dean right back to his graduation trip here. The memories of numerous sexual encounters didn't help him calm his state of arousal, but it did put him in a lighter mood. He was right in the middle of such a fond memory when Julia rode in on a wave, a wide smile on her face.

Dean reacted with lightning reflexes, moving in front of his daughter and pulling her tight against him to hide her from view. Julia let out a gasp, only realizing that she'd lost her top when her bare breasts pressed against her father's chest.

A pair of college-age girls approached, dragging boogie boards. One of them held Julia's top in her hand. The two girls moved to either side of Julia, and used their boards to create a screen for the furiously blushing blonde.

One of the women handed Julia her top, and she quickly pulled it between her body and her father's. She managed to maneuver the top into position, and one of the girls helped her tie it a little tighter.

"Thank you," Dean offered when the young women dropped their boogie boards back into the water.

"No problem. It happens all the time," one of the girls said as she charged back into the surf.

Dean could still feel his daughter's firm breasts pressing against him, the stiff tips poking into his chest like accusing fingers. His erection throbbed, and he clenched his teeth against the shame of harboring such feelings for his daughter.

Little did he know that Julia struggled with equally strong feelings. Not all of the abundant wetness between her legs originated in the sea. She had brushed up against his erect manhood as he pulled her close to preserve her modesty. Feeling the stiff organ proved even more difficult to ignore than the memories of seeing it. "Thank you, Daddy," she said with a little catch in her voice.

"You're welcome, honey," he responded, looking around to challenge any man who dared to look at his daughter in hopes of seeing more.

"I think that I'll get out for a while," Julia said while casting her eyes downward. While the gesture was born of simple embarrassment, it also caused her eyes to fall on the bulge in her father's swim trunks. She quickly snapped her eyes away from the sight, feeling a powerful surge of tingles between her legs.

"Okay. I'll go get us something to drink," Dean responded, hoping to get away long enough to calm his arousal.

He followed her to their spot on the beach, and then continued on to purchase drinks. Julia couldn't help it when she turned to watch her well-muscled father walk toward the vendor.

Dean focused his eyes on the horizon when he saw his daughter putting on sunscreen as he returned to their towels. Her lithe body coated in the glistening lotion threatened to send his manhood upward once more. He looked at nothing but her face as he handed her a drink.

Julia took a long sip, and then sat down her paper cup. "Would you put some lotion on my back, Daddy?"

"Sure," he replied as Julia lay down on her towel. He bent all his will to calming his arousal as he massaged the lotion into his daughter's smooth skin, doing his best to ignore the sight of her shapely buttocks hanging out of the bottom of her bikini.

Julia's nipples stiffened almost painfully as her father's strong hands moved over her skin. The tingles between her legs surged into an electrical storm, causing her to clench her intimate muscles in hope of some relief.

"There you go," Dean said, sitting down and directing his attention at anything except the bared women on the beach.

The pair sat and drank in the sun, watching a group of children constructing a massive sandcastle under the direction of their parents. A while later, Dean finished his drink, and heard the sound of Julia sucking up the last of hers as well. "I'll go get us some more drinks," he said, preparing to rise.

"I'll go this time," Julia countered, standing up before her father could protest. He nodded his head and handed her some money.

As his daughter walked toward the vendor, Dean heard someone walk up from behind him and say, "Damn, dude. That's a fine piece of ass. Score one for you, man. I hope I'm still getting tail like that when I'm your age."

Dean started to spin back and offer a scathing retort to the young man, but realized even as he turned that he was staring at his daughter the whole time she walked, and in a way that nobody would construe as fatherly. He forced the anger to leave his face, grunting and nodding as his only response.

The young man gave him a thumbs up, and took a final glance at Julia's retreating bottom before moving down the beach.

What in the hell is wrong with me? Dean thought as he flopped down on his towel to stare at the sky. Even as he mentally chastised himself, he could still see his daughter before his eyes, and feel her firm, young breasts against him.

****

After several hours on the beach, Dean and Julia sat in a restaurant, both feeling a little full and tired. "What do you feel like doing tonight?" Dean asked, glad that he'd finally managed to tame his thoughts.

"I'm really tired, Daddy. I think maybe I'll just go to bed early tonight."

"Probably a touch of jet lag. Do you mind if I go have a few drinks once I get you back to the hotel?"

Julia smiled and answered, "That's fine, Daddy."

"I need to run to the bathroom before we leave."

"Okay, Daddy. I'll meet you out front."

Dean nodded and walked toward the restrooms as Julia exited the restaurant. Moving away from the door, Julia leaned against a pole to await her father. Lost in thought, the feeling of someone jerking her purse caused her to cry out in alarm.

"Give it up, bitch," the man grunted, tugging hard on the purse.

Julia fell to the ground with a cry of alarm as the man ran away. Her eyes opened with surprise when she saw her father emerge from the doorway of the restaurant. Her father's expression turned to one of rage, and he stepped in front of the fleeing thief.

The man threw a punch and attempted to turn away, but Dean's reflexes proved the quicker. With a single powerful punch, he sent the thief to the hard, hot pavement. A pair of other men rushed over to help subdue the groggy purse-snatcher as Dean jerked Julia's purse from his grasp.

Dean held his crying daughter close as they awaited the police. As soon as she and the rest of the witnesses told their story, the police handcuffed the thief and stuffed him in the back of their car. "Let's get you back to the hotel, honey."

"Thank you, Daddy. I was so scared, and you were so wonderful."

The admiration and love in his daughter's voice caused Dean to swell with pride. "You're welcome, honey. Now, let's get you back to the hotel so you can relax and catch your breath."

Julia waved goodbye to her father a short while later, as he left the hotel room to have his drinks. She'd spent an hour reassuring him that she would be fine in the hotel, and he'd finally relented. Turning on the television, Julia flipped through the channels.

An advertisement for an on-demand movie sent tingles of arousal flooding through her body a short while later. Her arousal caused her to ignore any potential for consequences, and she clicked through to purchase the movie.

As the onscreen threesome coupled, Julia shed her clothing. She soon reached a trembling orgasm on her flashing fingers, and nearly dozed off with the movie still playing. With a trembling hand, she changed the channel and turned off the television. With some effort, she put on her chemise and slipped under the covers to fall asleep, still deep within the warm afterglow of her climax.

****

Some hours later, Julia awakened with a quiet gasp. Looking over at the other bed, she saw her father asleep, his bare chest peeking out from beneath the covers. In her mind's eye, Julia still saw far more than his chest bare. Her sex ached for attention, and a slight shift alerted her that her panties were damp.

Unable to ignore the screaming need between her legs, Julia reached down beneath the covers and pressed her fingers against her folds. Taking a few deep breaths, she looked over at her father again. She watched him for several minutes, looking for any sign of wakefulness.

Deciding that he was fast asleep, Julia pulled her panties aside and let her fingers play over her sex.

Dean's eyes opened a sliver as the sound of a quiet gasp shook him from his alcohol-fueled slumber. The sight that met his eyes caused his ears to burn. He couldn't possibly mistake the sight of his daughter's hand rustling the covers between her legs.

Though he tried with all his will, he could not close his eyes or look away. The sight of her head lolling on the pillow with her lips slightly parted sucked him in like a whirlpool. He watched through his lashes as the speed of his daughter's hand increased, bringing with it an increase in her writhing beneath the covers.

Afraid to move, he couldn't even touch his throbbing erection as her back arched off the bed, the hand between her legs frozen in place. Again, he heard the quiet gasp of ecstasy, and finally snapped his eyes completely closed again. He could still hear the rustling of her on the sheets, however. Pre-cum seeped into his boxers as the sounds slowly settled into silence once more.

A torturous few minutes passed before he felt safe to roll over, pressing his aching cock against the mattress to gain a tiny measure of relief.

****

After another day of the beach and shopping, Dean and Julia returned to their hotel room. While Julia took a shower in preparation to go have dinner, Dean flipped through the channels on the television. He quickly hit the mute button when the x-rated movie popped on screen. Bringing up the info screen, he discovered that the movie had been purchased for twenty-four hours.

Memories of his daughter masturbating the night before played out in his mind's eye, and he knew that she'd likely done the same while watching the movie. Upon awakening this morning, he'd immediately went to the bathroom and masturbated, the images of his dream still fresh in his mind.

He quickly flipped the channel when he heard the water shut off in the bathroom, once again wondering what was wrong with him to feel aroused by his daughter.

In the bathroom, Julia stepped out of the shower on trembling legs, having climaxed in the warm spray of water. Though the orgasm quelled her need somewhat, it still throbbed within her.

Turning toward the mirror, Julia admired her newly shaven sex. All the women in the sex movies were bare between their legs, so she'd decided to do the same. Julia liked the look, and the feel. Her first touch of her smooth mound had prompted the arousal that kept her fingers between her legs until she climaxed in the shower. Another touch while looking in the mirror fed the partially banked flames within her.

Fighting down the sensation, she dressed and exited the bathroom to accompany her handsome father to dinner.

****

A whimper in the night once again awakened Dean. As with the previous night, he opened his eyes a sliver. At first, he thought his daughter was masturbating again, sending blood surging into his manhood. After a few moments, he realized something was wrong. Her expression showed only fear, and he didn't see any sign of her hand moving between her legs.

Another quavering whimper and a violent jerk of her arm caused Dean to open his eyes completely, and then to sit up in the bed. Realizing that she was having a nightmare, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and crossed the room to her.

Shaking Julia to awaken her, Dean saw his daughter's eyes pop open, and the young woman gasped. As soon as the shock of awakening passed, he whispered, "You were having a nightmare, honey."

Tears filled Julia's eyes, and she quietly sobbed as her father stroked her hair. Grasping his arm, she begged, "Hold me, Daddy."

As Julia wriggled over across the bed, still holding tightly onto his arm, Dean sat down, and then lay down when she continued to tug. As soon as he reclined on the bed, Julia wrapped her arms around him to sob.

He held her, stroking her back and drinking in the fragrance of her hair. "It's okay, honey. It was only a dream. Daddy's here now, nothing can hurt you."

His words and his arms around her chased away Julia's nightmare. Her sobs quieted, and then ceased as she snuggled up against his muscular body. As the fear from her dream evaporated, a slight shift of position brushed Julia's leg against her father's erection. Arousal quickly moved in to replace the retreating fear.

Dean's eyes widened as he felt a hand creep between his legs to press against his manhood. Lying right on the edge of the bed, he couldn't pull away without falling off the bed. "Honey, what are you..."

Almost as surprised by her own action as her father, Julia squeezed the erect organ and shivered. "Does... Does that feel good, Daddy?"

"Honey, this isn't..."

"Does it feel good, Daddy?" Julia asked again, looking into his eyes.

The smoldering passion and curiosity in his daughter's eyes combined with the feeling of her hand caressing his manhood to choke off another protest from Dean. Instead, to his surprise, he answered, "Yes."

"Do you think I'm pretty, Daddy?" Julia asked while pulling down on the front of his pajama bottoms and boxer shorts. She let out a little gasp when her action revealed the purple helmet of his cock.

"Yes, honey," Dean huskily breathed as the tip of his daughter's finger curiously explored his swollen, spongy tip.

Pulling more of the cloth away from his erection, Julia scooted away to give her a better view of the fascinating sight. She wrapped her fingers around him, feeling him throb in her grasp. "Daddy, do you like this?"

Lost in the feeling of her soft hand caressing his naked erection, Dean could only groan, "Yes."

Julia rose to her knees, moving in closer to examine his manhood in the faint light of the room. She licked her lips, her eyes locked on the fascinating organ.

The sight of his daughter licking her lips caused a moment of clarity in Dean. "Honey, we can't do this." Even in his own ears, the words sounded unconvincing.

Sensing her father's hesitation, Julia's mind whirled. "I'm curious, Daddy. Wouldn't you rather that I did things here with you, where you know I'm safe? Like with the alcohol?"

Dean couldn't answer, the sight of the beautiful blonde leaning closer to him with her hot breath and hand caressing him both conspiring to steal any coherent thought.

Remembering the look on the faces of the women in the movies, Julia leaned down and kissed the tip of his manhood. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as the stiff phallus twitched upward to press against her lips. She kissed it again, drawing the same reaction. "Do you like that, Daddy?"

Dean nodded and trembled, unable to answer audibly. When his daughter sucked him between her lips a moment later, he couldn't prevent the loud gasp that burst from him.

Euphoric tingles ran all through Julia's body as she heard her father's gasp of pleasure. He liked what she was doing, and that made her happier than she could ever remember feeling. Emulating the scenes from the movie, she delightfully suckled his erection.

His hand crept beneath her chemise to feel her firm young breasts before Dean realized he'd moved his arm. She let out a quick, muffled moan around his erection and shivered. The sound repeated when he rubbed his finger over her stiff nipple, his eyes locked on the sight of her head bobbing over him.

Though she took little more than the head between her lips with each suck, and scraped him with her teeth on occasion, Dean could feel his seed boiling up for release. Too long denied, he couldn't resist the feeling of her hot mouth on him.

Julia's eyes popped wide open as he pulsed within her mouth. A second later, she choked as a jet of semen flooded her mouth and tickled the entrance of her throat. She pulled away involuntarily to cough his cream out of her throat, tendrils of her saliva and his cum stretching from her lips to his cock. His next spurt spattered her lips and nose.

After coughing, Julia swallowed. Though the texture of his semen sliding down her throat was somewhat uncomfortable, the feeling of it settling in her stomach spread warmth through her body. His organ throbbed in her hand again, sending a milky stream flowing down the shaft over her fingers. The sight of him twitching beneath her prompted Julia to take him in her mouth again.

Dean pushed his daughter away, unable to endure her suckling lips. He gasped for breath, seeing a look of worry darken her flushed, cum spattered features.

In a small voice, Julia asked, "Did I do something wrong, Daddy?"

Shaking his head, Dean gasped and then said, "No, honey. I'm just too sensitive. It felt too good." Part of his mind argued that everything about this was wrong, but another wave of pleasure shooting through his body stifled the thoughts almost immediately.

Julia smiled and reached up to wipe the sticky cream from her face with her fingers. Remembering the sex movies, she slipped her fingers in her mouth to suck them clean. Though hardly savoring the bitter, somewhat salty taste, warmth again flooded her every pore as she swallowed. The warmth centered between her legs, steadily increasing into burning need.

The scent of her arousal tickled his nose as Julia reached between her legs to dull the hot ache there. He tugged upward on her chemise, exposing her perfect breasts and skimpy panties. Julia quickly shrugged off the translucent cloth, revealing a dark, damp spot between her legs.

Long past the point of reason now, Dean sat up and took his daughter in his arms, leaning to guide her down to the bed. As soon as her back rested on the mattress, he sucked one of her stiff nipples between her lips.
A high-pitched gasp passed Julia's lips. "That feels so good, Daddy."

Dean moaned around her nipple, sucking harder and reaching down to hook two fingers beneath the silky cloth of her panties. When he pushed the cloth downward, Julia quickly lifted her hips and pulled her panties down to her knees. Parting her legs caused her panties to slide down to her ankles. She yelped in delight when his fingers immediately traced the part of her moist lips.

Wetness coated Dean's fingers the moment he touched her. Though surprised to find her mound bare, the feeling excited him even more. Releasing her nipple, he sat up and scooted toward the foot of the bed.

Julia let out a long quavering moan as his tongue washed over her folds. So much softer than her fingers, the touch of his talented tongue caused powerful arcs of pleasure to shoot through her entire body.

The years melted away as Dean put his mouth on a woman for the first time since meeting his wife. The bittersweet taste and heady scent of Julia's arousal filled his senses, spurring him on to even greater efforts.

"Oh, Daddy – please don't stop. That feels so good," Julia gasped, her every pore alive with energy. She reached up to cup her breasts, rubbing the tingling tips with her fingers as her father sent her soaring toward a climax like nothing she'd ever felt before.

The words oh and yes tumbled from Julia's lips at an every increasing pace. Dean rapidly flicked his tongue over her swollen clit, feeling her stiffen beneath him. When a final yes turned into a long squeal, he released her bud to lap up the creamy flow of her juices.

Julia's back arched up off the mattress, pressing her tightly clenched sex against his tongue. Unlike the moments of release she'd experienced from her fingers, this orgasm grabbed her and refused to let her go. Spots danced before her tightly closed eyes, and she fought to draw enough air into her lungs.

When a cough broke her loud pants for breath, Dean reluctantly pulled away from his daughter's perfect pink folds. He slid up next to her to stroke her hair as she slowly – so slowly – settled down from the most incredible climax of her young life.

Turning toward her father and wrapping her arms around him, as soon as Julia could find the breath to do so, she gasped out, "Thank you. Oh, Daddy – thank you. I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, Julia," he breathed as she snuggled up against him, laying her flushed cheek on his chest.

Father and daughter both fell asleep in each other's arms.

****

Dean awakened as he'd fallen asleep, in his daughter's arms. She lay with one leg between his, her folds pressed against his thigh. His erection brushed her tummy as it twitched. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest, the pink tips erect. She smiled in her sleep, and he couldn't help but smile as well.

This is how he'd imagined the morning after his wedding night, cuddled up with his beautiful wife, ready to pick up where they'd left off the night before. That wasn't the way it happened, of course, but now that dream came to life in his arms.

Arousal, love, shame, and fear all warred within him. He wanted nothing more than to hold the beautiful young woman until she awakened, and then make love to her. Julia gave him the love his wife had never offered. Though he knew his thoughts – and their actions the night before – were wrong, they certainly didn't feel that way.

I've got to think. Knowing that wasn't going to happen while lying next to his daughter's warm body, he carefully slipped from the bed. Julia let out a little moan and curled up under the covers, but didn't awaken.

Getting out of bed didn't dull his memory of the night before, however. It took every ounce of his willpower just to stave the thoughts off long enough to urinate. He stepped into the shower, hoping the warm water would relax him.

Dean stood with his face turned up into the spray when Julia pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower with him. Thus, he didn't notice her until she wrapped her arms around him from behind. He started at first, but couldn't help but melt into her arms a moment later.

"Good morning, Daddy," Julia said in languid tones, kissing his shoulder.

When Dean turned, his manhood already rising again, Julia stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him. He shuddered from the kiss, his hands moving to caress her back.

When their lips parted, Julia said, "Daddy, that was so wonderful. I've never felt anything so good."

"Honey, we shouldn't do this. What I did last night was wrong." The words were difficult to say while standing inches away from his daughter's young naked body, droplets of spray running down her skin.

"Daddy, who says it's wrong? People like Mother, who think everything is wrong? It didn't feel wrong to me, Daddy. I've never felt your love so much as I did last night."

"But, I'm your father. I just shouldn't think about you that way."

"Mother never loved you, Daddy. She was always too busy with god, and the church, and everything else to love you. Daddy, I want to make it up to you, because I do love you. You deserve it."

"Honey, there's a difference between love and sex."

Julia stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him once more. Dean wrapped his arms around her too, his erection pressing against her body as her firm young breasts pressed against him. He held her close, yet another of his dreams for a perfect marriage coming true in the shared shower.

"You see, Daddy – I can feel your love when you hold me."

Letting out a sigh of contentment, Dean said, "No matter what, there are other problems. People just will not accept this."

"Let's not talk about it right now. Just hold me, Daddy."

Dean did exactly that, unable to deny how good she felt in his arms. After a few seconds, Julia's tummy growled, prompting a chuckle from Dean because he could actually feel it.

"Why don't you finish your shower, and I'll order us something to eat."

"Okay, Daddy."

Dean dried off and walked out of the bathroom to dress. He then ordered breakfast, and sat considering his daughter's words while listening to her hum an unrecognizable tune as she showered. He couldn't help but smile when she walked out of the bathroom with a towel tied around her body, and another wrapped around her head like a turban.

Julia let the towel around her drop to the floor and bent to retrieve a pair of panties from her suitcase. Dean's eyes locked on her firm bottom as she bent, catching just a brief glance of his daughter's nether lips before she straightened to pull the satiny red panties up. She spun and ran her hands over her hips, asking, "Do you like them, Daddy?"

The sight of her in the skimpy underthings with her breasts bared nearly stopped Dean's heart. Seeing her in the full light well exceeded the visions in the dim light the previous night and in the shower. "They look wonderful, Julia." Even he wasn't sure if he meant the panties, or her breasts.

"Thank you," Julia effervesced and then turned to finish dressing. She pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, foregoing a bra.

Breakfast arrived shortly thereafter. Despite his unease with the attraction he felt toward his daughter, Dean warmed to her loving attention throughout the day. Only a few minutes after leaving the hotel room, he noticed that she ceased to call him Daddy except when they were undoubtedly alone.

Julia held his hand or twined her arm in his everywhere they went. Though his eyes revealed nervousness at first, the fear slowly faded throughout the day. By noon, he accepted her attention without reservation, a giddy smile on his face.

As evening approached, hotter emotions smoldered beneath Julia's love. She could barely contain the steadily building need. She found ample opportunities to taste her father's lips, every kiss causing a warm glow throughout her body, and a point of heat in her loins.

Dean's heart raced as the sun slipped toward the horizon. He could see the hunger building in his daughter's eyes, and feel it in her touch. He couldn't deny his own matching desire, no matter how hard he fought against it. By the time the couple walked back into the lobby of the hotel, he ceased to struggle against his desire.

The moment he closed the hotel door behind him, Julia pressed her lips against him in a passionate kiss. Despite touches of misgiving, Dean returned her kiss with equal fervor.

When their lips parted, Julia whispered, "Love me again, Daddy – like you did last night. Please."

He didn't resist when she pulled his hand between her legs.

Dean's hand remained between Julia's legs as she pulled the tail of her shirt upward. Though he knew it must be his imagination, he thought he could feel the heat radiating through the material of her shorts, and could almost smell the musky scent of her arousal.

When she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor at their feet, Dean drank in the sight of her perfect breasts. With the lights on in the room and her standing so close, he had a perfect view of the firm globes. His hands and lips both ached to touch them.

Julia tugged at the hem of her father's shirt, pulling it up to reveal his muscled torso. He lifted his arms, allowing her to remove the shirt, and she slid her fingers down his chest to his rippled abdomen. His fingers moved down her body as well, ending their journey cupping her buttocks.

Julia's fingers worked on the button of her father's shorts, even as his hands moved upward to slip beneath her shorts. Her intimate muscles clenched as soon as she pulled down on his zipper, revealing the bulge of his erection beneath his boxer shorts. By the time his denim shorts reached his ankles, Julia's fingers were already pulling down on his boxers.

Dean sighed as his daughter's hand curled around his manhood. A throb passed through the organ, forcing out a pearly drop of pre-cum. Julia reached down with her other hand and gathered up the bead, bringing it to her lips and shuddering from the taste.

"Oh, please, Daddy – do what you did for me last night again," Julia pleaded, her breathing quick and husky.

Overwhelmed by her pure sensuality, any thought of protest in Dean's head evaporated instantly. Bending his knees slightly, he lifted her up into his arms. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, and he carried her to the bed.

Julia pulled off her shorts and panties the moment her father lay her down on the bed. She parted her legs, and panted in anticipation as he moved between them. A long, quavering sigh passed her lips as he kissed her sex

Once again lost in her taste and scent, Dean devoured his daughter's pussy. Small yelps and gasps burst from her with nearly every touch, and her palms rested on the back of his head. Her virgin sex resisted his probing tongue, squeezing it tight whenever her intimate muscles contracted from the pleasure.

A fog of ecstasy filled Julia's head. She could see nothing except him between her legs. She heard nothing save the soft sounds of his tongue washing over her folds. She could feel nothing except the building pressure inside her and the tingles in her clit and nipples. Her hips rocked of their own volition up toward his face, pressing her sex against him.

No articulate sound passed his daughter's lips this time, as Dean lapped ever faster for the flow of her bittersweet juices. His attention was so centered on her quivering folds that he didn't even register the first few moments of her squeal when she climaxed.

Julia's back arched from the bed, even as her thighs tightly clamped around her father's face. Her vision went dark even before her eyes scrunched tightly closed. Waves of ecstasy flowed all through her body, causing her head to lash back and forth on the pillow, stealing her breath and causing her to gasp.

The pressure of her father's tongue eased, allowing Julia to settle to earth. As her orgasm released her, so too did her grip upon him relax. He continued to kiss her folds as the pleasure ebbed, little aftershocks tensing her body for long minutes.

Dean sat up reluctantly, pulling her creamy juices from his chin to his mouth. The sight of her undulating on the bed while continuing to let out soft sounds of pleasure caused his cock to throb. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his erection, wanting nothing more than to bury it in her wet heat. Only the knowledge that he would hurt her stopped him from seeking to act on that impulse.

Julia looked up at her father with a smile, tiny blissful tingles of her orgasm still touching every inch of her body. He lay down next to her, and her eyes locked on his twitching manhood. She found the erect organ even more fascinating and gorgeous when she viewed it up close in full light for the first time.

She reached out to touch his cock, feeling it throb beneath her hand and drawing a soft groan from her father. She softly stroked it with her fingertips as she gathered up the courage to ask the question in her mind. In a surge of courage, the words passed her lips. "Daddy, do you think it will... Will it fit? Down there?"

Dean drew in a sharp breath that bordered on a gasp, a drop of pre-cum welling up from the tip of his swollen cock. He could almost feel her velvety walls surrounding him, squeezing him tight in their virgin grasp. It took him several breaths before he could manage to answer, "Yes, honey, it would fit. You're a virgin, Julia, it would hurt."

"I-I know, Daddy," Julia responded, her face filling with color. "I want you to be my first, Daddy. I know you'll be gentle. Please, Daddy."

"Honey, I don't want to hurt you."

"Do you want to be inside me, Daddy?"

"Yes," Dean replied, unable to lie to her.

"I want you inside me, Daddy," Julia huskily said, reaching out to grasp his throbbing manhood.

Her touch caused a shudder to run through his body, overwhelming his hesitation. "Are you sure, honey?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please."

Dean leaned over the bed and picked up his shorts, removing his wallet from a pocket. From inside this, he pulled a condom. He also picked up his shirt, sliding it underneath Julia's bottom. The last thing he wanted to do was leave bloodstains on the hotel sheets.

"Yes. Please, Daddy. I want it so badly," Julia whispered, parting her legs and rubbing her finger over her folds. She watched with fascination as he opened the package and rolled the latex over his twitching manhood.

Just the faintest touches of fear flashed in Julia's eyes as Dean moved to kneel in front of his daughter. His cock looked so big, poised so close to her, and even in her sheltered life, she'd heard about the pain a woman felt her first time.

"Honey..."

"Please, Daddy," Julia quickly whispered when she sensed his hesitation, fighting through her own at the same time. She sucked in a sharp gasp when he inched forward to place the tip of his erection against her moist folds.

Dean stared at his latex shrouded cock against his daughter's perfect, pink nether lips. Once again, he nearly pulled away, but Julia's hooked her heels behind his buttocks, pulling him toward her with gentle pressure.

Thinking it would cause her less pain to sunder her virginity quickly, Dean wiggled the tip of his manhood between her wet folds. Julia trembled and licked her lips, reveling in the feeling of his flared tip stretching her lips wide. With a single, smooth push, he tore through her hymen.

Julia let out a yelp of pain as his thick shaft pierced her maidenhead, tears welling up in her eyes. Her father leaned over her, supporting his weight on one hand while caressing her cheek with the other.

As the initial sharp stab of pain ebbed, Julia noticed a faint, but increasing feeling of pleasant fullness from within her. Deeper within, she felt a void – a void that demanded attention. Once again, she hooked her heels behind her father's buttocks, urging him deeper inside her, toward that aching void.

Dean pushed slowly against the strong resistance of her clenched walls. Julia panted for breath and whimpered as his shaft slowly vanished within her. He stopped when he felt she could take no more, once again caressing her cheek and wiping away her tears. "Are you okay, honey."

Julia nodded her head, taking several fast breaths. "I feel so full, Daddy."

Taking one of her hands in his, Dean pulled it down toward her folds, pressing her fingers over her hood. "Like you do when you're alone," he suggested, assuming that the sensation of stimulating her clit would dull the pain.

Julia rubbed her fingers back and forth, sending a shudder rolling through her body and causing her walls to squeeze his cock even harder. As the speed of her fingers increased, Dean felt her resistance decreasing. He pushed again, at last burying his erection in her depths.

Dean pulled back, and then slowly thrust back into his daughter's depths, gasping from the hot friction of his cock sliding in her warm sheathe. Somehow, he managed to moderate his desire, stroking her slowly as the speed of Julia's fingers increased. He watched her face, seeing the pain in her expression steadily mix with pleasure. Her whimpers of pain deepened, mingling with moans as her arousal overcame her discomfort. Soon, only pleasure remained in her expression and her voice.

As with his mother before her, Dean couldn't help but swell with desire watching his red-tinged cock penetrate her. Still he controlled that desire, basking in her increasing ecstasy, maintaining a slow, steady pace.

Julia's fingers flashed over her bud, her hips rising up from the bed with each thrust of her father's hips. While the pain remained, it was a tiny, insignificant part of the feelings flooding her every pore. "Oh – oh, Daddy. Oh yes," she gasped as the pressure of her imminent climax mounted.

With a series of gasps, moans, and squeals, Julia came. Dean paused with his cock half buried inside her, simply watching her climax. Her back arched up from the bed and her walls clenched tightly around him. The fingers of one hand continued to stroke her clit, while the other caressed her breasts and nipples.

As her orgasm ebbed, Dean could see the pain returning to her features. He pulled from her, drawing a sharp warbling squeal from the beautiful young blonde. Julia covered her sex with her hand, curling up and moaning. Dean removed the condom, not caring in the slightest that he hadn't reached climax. He then used the edge of his bloodstained shirt to wipe off the ruddy juices from his manhood.

"Hold me, Daddy," Julia languidly breathed, opening her arms.

Dean lay down next to her, letting her pull him close. He kissed first her forehead, and then her lips, letting out a sigh as he held her in his arms. "Are you okay, honey?"

"I'm wonderful, Daddy. I love you. Say my name, Daddy," she requested, staring into his eyes.

"I love you too, Julia."

Julia let out a little moan and snuggled up closer to him, already drifting off to sleep.

****

When Dean awakened the next morning, Julia was already awake. "Good morning," she cheerily greeted him, and then walked over to kiss him. "I ordered some breakfast from room service."

Once again, Dean's dreams came to life. In sharp contrast to the reality of his marriage, Julia gave him everything he'd hoped for upon taking his wedding vows. "Are you okay?"

Julia smiled and said, "It hurts a little. I don't care – it was wonderful. Come on, get up and get dressed."

After a quick shower, Dean walked back out into the room to find breakfast waiting for him. After finishing the meal, Julia suggested, "Let's go water skiing."

When he agreed, they walked down to the lobby arm-in-arm. Dean again noticed that his daughter wasn't calling him Daddy, either omitting it or – more rarely – calling him by his name. Her tone, her body language, and everything about her changed as well. While she was still the same Julia he knew, she no longer behaved as a daughter, but as a lover. All of it combined with his long-denied dreams of a perfect marriage to overwhelm all of Dean's reservations. He fell into the dream.
Julia's love for her father deepened, combining with the familiar relationship that she already shared with him. The two elements meshed perfectly, creating a deep bond that only strengthened through the following two days.

During the day, father and daughter simply enjoyed each other's company, taking advantage of the numerous opportunities for fun and entertainment available in the sun-kissed state. At night, they cuddled together in the bed, sharing the closeness and sleeping better than either of them ever had in their lives.

The third day ended with a romantic dinner. They both smiled when the waiter referred to Julia as Dean's lovely wife during one visit to their table. Julia's heart soared when her father made no attempt to correct the man. With the pain of her deflowering now nearly gone, arousal mingled with Julia's love, growing ever stronger.

Sitting on the beach with him watching the sunset, Julia's arousal prompted her to kiss him. Their kisses rapidly progressed into touching, and Julia felt none of the twinges of pain that she'd experienced the previous two days whenever her juices started flowing. After a particularly ardent kiss, Julia squeezed his manhood, already erect beneath the hand that had caressed him during their kisses. "Let's go back to the hotel," she whispered in his ear.

He kissed her again, lost in the sweet taste of her lips and the feeling of her soft skin beneath his fingers. He stood, helping her to rise as well. He smiled as she spun and asked him to brush the sand off her bottom. He couldn't resist a squeeze of her taut buttocks when he finished clearing away the sand. Julia shuddered from the touch, grabbing his hand to tug him away from the beach toward the hotel.

Julia barely gave him time to close the door behind them before she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close enough to feel his cock pressed against her. He guided her toward the bed, their fingers working on each other's clothing all the way. Dean pulled a condom from his wallet in the process of removing his clothing. When the nude couple sat down on the bed, Julia took the condom from his hand and opened it.

Dean lay back when Julia gently pushed on his chest, drinking in the sight of her kneeling on the bed, her perfect young body flushed with excitement and the musky scent of her arousal reaching his nostrils.

Julia stood her father's manhood up straight, placing the rolled latex on the mushroom crown. He reached down to silently instruct her to pinch the tip of the condom between her fingers before rolling it down over his turgid flesh.

She rolled the condom slowly down his cock, feeling it throb between her fingers. Once her fingers reached the base, she glanced up into his eyes with a look of breathless anticipation. Leaning over him and laying down over his body, she kissed him, delighting in the feeling of her breasts against his muscled chest.

Dean sighed into the kiss as his erection throbbed beneath her, her wet heat and firm breasts pressed against his body. When their lips parted, he reached under her arms and pulled her toward him, suckling one of her nipples between his lips as soon as he could reach it.

A quavering gasp bubbled from Julia as his lips locked around the pebbled crown of her left breast. Letting her knees slide farther apart, she rocked her hips to rub her folds against his body, relieving some of the building heat between her legs.

Wrapping his arms around her, Dean rolled his beautiful daughter over. As soon as her back rested against the mattress, he sucked her other nipple between his lips. She reached down to caress his latex-shrouded manhood as a long, high-pitched moan slowly escaped her. The pace of her breathing increased and she lifted her hips to keep her damp sex in contact with his skin.

He could still taste her bittersweet juices on his lips from the last time he'd put his mouth on her. His mouth watered, and he couldn't resist kissing his way down her body toward her pink folds.

"Oh, yes," she softly gasped as he kissed her tummy just below her navel. She parted her legs wide as his lips moved lower, kissing her just above her hood.

Dean snaked out his tongue, groaning as he slipped it between her nether lips to the wetness within. The first touch of his tongue caused her to tremble, and when he lapped upward toward her clit, she let out a sharp cry of ecstasy.

Julia writhed and stroked his hair as his tongue gave her indescribable pleasure. A knot of tingling pressure steadily grew in her depths, evidence of her rapidly approaching climax.

Slipping a finger into Julia's depths, Dean noted that she didn't flinch from the penetration. Adding a second finger produced the same result, causing his cock to throb and urging him to lap her with more vigor.

With his stroking fingers added to the already overwhelming stimulation, Julia's pleasure boiled over in a rush. Her thighs clamped down around him of their own volition, even as her hands pushed his face down hard against her. When the bubble of pressure within her burst, the contraction of her muscles pulled her upper body up off the bed, a loud cry of release erupting from her wide-open mouth.

Julia's walls tightly clamped around his fingers as a flood of juices washed over them. Dean continued to lap for the flowing juices until her hands and legs both unclasped from around him and she lurched away, gasping for breath. He lifted his face from her folds, amazed by the resistance of her intimate muscles as he pulled his fingers from her depths. When the digits slipped free, she clamped her hands over her sex, promptly curling up into a quivering ball.

He pulled her bittersweet juices from his chin to his lips with his fingers as he watched Julia tremble in orgasm. Each time a shockwave of pleasure shot through her body, she curled up tighter for a few seconds, until her climax slowly released her. As she caught her breath, Dean stroked and kneaded her firm buttocks, his cock throbbing and a several drops of pre-cum already filling the reservoir tip of the latex sheathe.

As the power of her aftershocks faded, Julia uncurled and let out a satisfied moan. She only felt sated until her gaze fell upon his cock, however. The moment her eyes fell upon the erect organ, she felt a void in her depths, aching to be filled. Slowly parting her legs again, she said, "I want you, Daddy. I want you deep inside me."

Not even the faintest hints of hesitation assailed Dean as he moved to kneel between her widespread legs, pressing the flared tip of his cock against her folds.

"Oh, please – I want it," Julia gasped, rising up slightly on her elbows to look down her body at his gorgeous cock poised to penetrate her.

Dean sank into her with an ecstatic groan, pushing all the way to the hilt in a single, smooth thrust. The tip of his manhood only rested in her depths for a fraction of a second before he withdrew to thrust again. Julia's hand immediately moved to rub her clit as he set a slow, steady rhythm.

Julia felt twinges of pain as his thrusting organ widened the healing tears in her hymen, but the incredible ecstasy she felt completely overwhelmed the discomfort. Her fingers left her bud for a moment as she sucked the digits to moisten them. She smiled when the action drew an aroused grunt from her father. "Faster, Daddy," she gasped as her moistened fingers returned to her clit.

Dean gripped her thighs harder, adding speed and power to his thrusts. He looked down to watch her pink folds clinging to his cock as he withdrew, the latex sheathe coated in her milky juices. When she let out a yelp, he looked back up to see her eyes and mouth both wide open in a look of surprised delight. Her firm young breasts jiggled from his thrusts, urging him to even greater efforts.

Julia's fingers blurred over her hood as she spiraled upward toward her peak. "Oh god!" she gasped several times in rapid succession. "Please, f-fuck me harder, Daddy." She stumbled over the unfamiliar swear word the first time, but found no such difficulty when she repeated it in a husky groan. "Fuck me harder!"

His self-control already slipping anyway, Dean released his body to its instincts. His fingers digging into her smooth thighs, he gave her every ounce of his love and lust, slamming his cock home in her depths hard and fast. Her breasts now bounced from the power of his thrusts, and her head lashed back and forth on the pillow, her blonde hair partially covering her face as she built toward climax.

A long series of rapid, inarticulate exclamations tumbled from Julia's lips as her pleasure swelled to nearly painful intensity within her. She exploded into orgasm with a loud scream, her back arching up from the bed and her legs wrapping around him to hold him inside her.

Held fast by her legs and her tightly clenched intimate muscles, Dean watched with aroused fascination as his daughter bucked in climax, yelping in ecstasy with each shock of bliss spreading from her sex to permeate her body. When content moans mixed with her cries of release and her legs slightly relaxed, he gave in to his own need and started to thrust again.

Julia gasped as his erection stroked her again. She looked up into her father's eyes to see the mounting pleasure there as the power of his thrusts increased. "Are you going..." She paused to suck in a breath of air as his thrusting manhood set off another spike of pleasure within her. "Are you going to come?"

"Ah – yes," he grunted in response.

"Oh, yes! Do it, Daddy."

Dean's balls tightened and he felt his semen bubbling up for release. The sound of Julia saying yes with every thrust echoed in his ears. With a growling scream, he slammed his cock home one final time, his seed swelling the tip of the condom buried deep within her velvety depths.

Julia let out a long moan as she watched his face tighten in ecstasy. A moment later, he leaned down to support his weight on his arms, gasping for breath. She wrapped her arms around him, her rhythmically clenching walls causing his cock to throb within her, which in turn caused her to squeeze him again. They lay trapped in the chain for long minutes before they managed to catch their breath.

Dean finally regained the strength and presence of mind to grip the condom between his fingers and withdraw, causing both of them to gasp. He rolled over on his back, still feeling too weak to remove the condom. Julia snuggled up against him with a languid moan.

"Did it feel good?" Julia whispered in his ear, and then kissed his neck.

"God – yes," Dean groaned.

"You felt wonderful. I'm so happy that I made you feel so good." She let out a sigh and said, "I can't believe we have to go home so soon. I don't ever want to leave. I want to stay right here – forever."

"Me too, Julia," Dean sighed, wondering how he was going to deal with returning home as well.

****

For the remaining time in Florida, Dean and Julia spent as much time in bed as they did anywhere else. They coupled urgently, as though this short vacation was the only time they would be able to share the magic growing between them.

Upon returning home, however, their relationship continued unabated. Though both behaved appropriately for a father and daughter outside the home, behind closed doors they lived as though they were a newlywed couple.

Julia saw him off each morning with a sweet kiss, and welcomed him home each evening with a far stronger one. Dinner was always ready when he arrived; catering to his tastes rather than the strict dietary restrictions they'd both known for the last two decades. Each night, they shared his bed and snuggled their spent bodies together to drift off to sleep.

After years of suppressing all their desires and dreams, Dean and Julia lived life to the fullest with each other. The need to hide the truth of their love for each other from the world beyond the walls of their home gnawed at both of them whenever they were alone, but the feelings vanished whenever they were together.

After a month of such a blissful existence, Dean could not remember a happier moment in his life, and each day was better than the last.

Dean stared at the caller id of his office phone, not recognizing the number. Shrugging his shoulders, he picked it up. "Dean Lanza speaking."

"Deano, you son-of-a-bitch, how the fuck are you?" the voice on the other end of the phone said.

The nickname took Dean straight back to his college days. He knew it was someone who knew him from that time, but couldn't place the name.

"It's Steve, Deano."

"Holy... How have you been, Steve? I haven't heard from you since I left school."

"Doing great. That's why I called you, actually. I just picked up something on the side in a business deal. The place is doing okay, but the management didn't come with the deal. I need somebody to get a team together, and I think it's right up your alley. I couldn't believe it when somebody mentioned your name when I started making calls. I'll make it worth your while, but you're going to have to move to Nevada. Only a few miles outside of Vegas, if that sweetens the deal any."

Dean sat in stunned disbelief for a moment and then said, "This is coming a little fast."

"I've got to get something going fast. I looked up your resume, and I can guess what you're making now. I'll double it if you can get there before the end of the month and keep the place running until you have a team to do it for you. If the initial figures I'm seeing pan out, that amount will probably go up."

"I need some time to mull this over, Steve."

"Take down my numbers, then. Call me any time, day or night. Just don't wait too long."

Picking up a pen, Dean said, "Shoot," and wrote down the numbers. Even as he wrote, his mind whirled through the possibilities.

****

Julia could barely contain her excitement as she waited for the Chinese take-out, knowing her father would be home soon. For the first time since her mother's funeral, she wasn't cooking the evening meal because she wanted to spend as little time as possible cleaning up afterward.

The day following her return from Florida, Julia had gone to the doctor and requested birth control pills. With the time of her monthly cycle now come and gone, she knew that tonight she could feel him inside her without a condom.

The deliveryman arrived on schedule, leaving her with an anxious ten-minute wait until she heard the car pull up at the house. As always, she stood to meet him at the door with a kiss, which was even more passionate than usual. "Welcome home."

"Thank you, Julia. You look beautiful," he remarked, growing excited from the revealing outfit she wore and her touch.

"Thank you," Julia beamed back, "Come eat." She then tugged him toward the kitchen, wanting the meal finished so she could reveal her surprise.

Dean was no less anxious than his daughter, having already made the decision that he would take the job if Julia didn't object. There were several reasons for his decision, but nearly all of them involved her and their relationship. Father and daughter both hurried through their meal and the following clean up, quickly adjourning to the living room couch afterwards.

Pulling her close as soon as they sat down, Dean said, "An old friend called me with an offer today, and I'm thinking about taking it. I think I'll enjoy the job, and it's a lot more money, but I want to see what you think first."

"If it will make you happy, then it will make me happy," Julia responded.

"The job is in Nevada, near Las Vegas. Nobody knows us out there, honey. We wouldn't have to hide any more. Would you mind moving?"

Julia let out a quavering sigh of surprised delight, snuggling up against her father and saying, "That sounds wonderful, Daddy. I want to be able to love you like you deserve without hiding it in the house. I have a surprise for you too, Daddy."

"What is it, Julia?"

"I'm on the pill," she said with hints of husky passion creeping into her voice.

Dean's manhood throbbed with life as he shared her excitement. "How long have..."

Julia kissed him passionately to cut him off, answering his unfinished question when their lips parted. "Long enough. The doctor says it's safe now. I want to feel you naked inside me, Daddy. Make love to me." She pulled up her shirt even as she spoke.

In barely over a minute, both were nude on the couch, their clothing scattered on the floor below. Dean suckled his daughter's nipple with two fingers caressing her wet heat, while she stroked his manhood in her hand.

Julia pulled away with a gasp, immediately turning around and putting her hands on the arm of the couch. As she rose up to her hands and knees, she said, "Like this, Daddy."

Dean rose up to his knees, moving in behind her to stroke his hands over her buttocks. Julia let out a contented moan, her body shivering beneath his fingers. "I love the way you touch me," she sighed, looking back over her shoulder and flexing the muscles in her bottom.

Unable to contain his excitement in the face of her body presented to him, Dean moved forward until his erection bumped up against her sex.

"Oh, yes," she breathed, her intimate muscles clenching in anticipation of his hard manhood filling the aching void within her.

Guiding the tip of his cock between her moist labia, Dean reveled in the feeling of her wetness coating his tip, unobstructed by a latex sheathe for the first time. A gentle push enfolded him in her satiny soft depths. Both groaned in satisfaction as he sank into her.

"Oh, yes. I want to feel it inside me when you come. I've wanted it for so long. Give it to me. Please, Daddy."

Spurred on by her words and her walls squeezing him tight, Dean grasped her hips and pulled free, feeling her labia caress the rim of his swollen head before pushing back inside her.

"It feels so good. Does it feel good to you?"

"Incredible," Dean groaned as he continued to stroke her, already feeling his seed begging for release.

"Faster. Oh, please – faster," Julia gasped as his stroking cock set off a wave of hot pleasure that filled her body.

Dean paused, already on the verge of climax. "I-I can't hold back. You feel so good," he gasped.

"Just let me feel it then. Give it to me," she responded, her voice husky with passion.

He let his desire guide him, thrusting into her with all the strength and speed he could muster. To his surprise, the rapid stroking staved off his climax, holding him in a perfect state of ecstasy for far longer than he'd ever felt the sensation before.

The hot friction of his cock thrusting inside her pushed Julia quickly toward a crescendo. Knowing that when he reached his peak she would feel his cream exploding inside her heightened her pleasure. Her breasts swung from the power of his thrusts, and she had to fight hard to maintain her grip on the arm of the couch. Their flesh collided with loud smacks, mingling with the sounds of passion bursting forth from both their lips.

Dean let out a sharp, loud groan, slamming his manhood home a final time. He pulsed, coating her walls with his semen, continuing to grunt and groan in ecstasy. As his manhood swelled to send another burst of his seed against the entrance of her womb, he felt her walls tightly contract around him. She let out a loud warbling scream of release as she came, her entire body trembling from the pleasure.

Both fought for breath as their climaxes held onto them, refusing to let them go. "Oh, it's so hot. It feels so good," Julia gasped out.

"Oh god yes," Dean groaned, every tiny movement he made and every squeeze of her walls around him causing him to jerk and gasp. Unable to endure the sensation any longer, he pulled free with a growling gasp and sat down heavily on the couch.
Julia bent her arms, allowing her head to rest atop her head as she continued to pant for breath. After a few seconds, she levered back up on her trembling arms long enough to sit down on the couch and cuddle with her spent father.

"I've never felt anything so wonderful," Julia said in a breathless tone of wonder, rubbing her hand over her mound and her tummy where she could still feel the pooled heat of his seed in her depths. "I love you."

"I love you too, Julia. Everything I've ever known tells me this is wrong, but I've never felt so happy in my life. You're everything I've ever wanted."

"Making you happy is what makes me happy. Have you ever been to Nevada?"

Dean nodded his head, stroking her back.

"What's it like?"

Dean smiled and described his experiences in Vegas, answering her questions and exalting in the smile on her face. He shivered when she started to place feather-light kisses on his chest as she listened, and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he felt his manhood twitch with life from the touch.

When she noticed his cock swelling, Julia let out a delighted little gasp and slipped down onto her knees in front of him. She traced the length of him with a broad swipe of her tongue, tasting their mingled juices on his slowly hardening organ. She slurped the tip between her lips when she reached it, tickling it with her tongue and suckling it until he throbbed at full erection once more.

Releasing him with a little moan, she said, "Let's go to the bedroom," and stood up.

Dean summoned up his energy, fueled by his arousal, and rose to follow the sight of her swaying bottom to the bedroom. Julia quickly slipped into the bed, parting her legs wide to reveal streams of milky juices on her thighs and a dribble seeping from between her nether lips.

He sucked in a deep breath as the squishy sound of his cock sliding into her saturated, cream filled pussy met his ears. The sight of her face filled with pleasure and her mouth opened in a smiling gasp brought a smile to his lips as well.

Having ejaculated so recently, Dean found that he felt none of the signs that signaled he would come again soon. He concentrated on giving her pleasure, all of his lovemaking skills returning to him in a rush. He changed the angle of his trusts every so often, varying the speed, building a bonfire of ecstasy within the lithe blonde beneath him.

Julia squeezed her jiggling breasts, pinching the tips between her fingers as her pleasure mounted. Leaning up, she could see his slick member sliding into her, his muscles flexing in a fascinating dance. The itch of climax within her grew from a tingle to an electric shock pulsing through her loins, causing her to reach down and clench the bedclothes. She let out a loud, warbling groan as she reached the point of no return.

Seeing the ecstasy in her expression, Dean added strength and speed to his thrusts, pushing her over the edge. Her groan changed to a squeal and she scrunched up the covers between her fingers, her walls clenching around him at the same time. He slowed down, but continued to stroke his cock in her depths, causing her orgasm to continually spike and maintain its hold on her.

Julia caught her breath, the warm glow of her orgasm mingling with an odd flickering sensation, a sharp tingle that shot through her every time he thrust back inside her. As his face tightened and he gripped her thighs tighter, the tingles swelled to almost painful intensity, and she came again.

Julia's head tilted back and her mouth open in a silent scream. Her back arched up off the bed, and her walls once again clenched tight around his cock. The tight squeeze pushed him over the edge, and Dean slammed inside her, fitful spurts of semen again coating her depths. He fell forward over her, all his energy seemingly transferring from him to her along with his seed. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, and the couple lay quivering – still joined – for more than a quarter hour.

****

As they pulled up in front of their new home a few weeks later, stepping out of the car into the Nevada heat, Julia looked down at the rings adorning her fingers. While they could never legally marry, the wedding band and engagement ring spoke their feelings to the world. Here, where none knew them, they could live out their dreams.

When they reached the front door, he unlocked it and pushed the door open. With a smile, he bent and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her across the threshold. Julia kissed him passionately as they stepped into the welcome relief of the air conditioning.

As soon as her feet touched the hardwood floor, Julia led him through the maze of boxes and scattered furniture to the one item they'd requested the movers to set up before leaving – the bed.

****

I hope you've enjoyed this tale, my first venture into hardcore taboo, and I hope nobody thinks the story is a stab at religion. Marta was a zealot, which is far different from someone with healthy religious beliefs. Let me know what you think with a vote/comment. That's the bread and butter of a free author!
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