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Soothing My Daddy Ch. 02

Here is part two of this story. It has receive very positive feedback so far and I hope you like the second part as much. I look forward to hearing your comments, both pro and con.

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within are simply figments of my imagination! Enjoy!





It is amazing how quickly you can get used to the extraordinary! Three weeks ago, I had never dreamed of having a sexual relationship with my father, but trying to help him deal with severe leg cramps and pain brought on by work and stress led me into initiating a more intimate relationship with Daddy, I became used to having some sort of naughty fun with Daddy on a daily basis..

Not a night ended that I didn't go to sleep with the taste of Daddy's sweet semen in my mouth. Mama couldn't leave the house for more than a few minutes without Daddy's mouth and tongue feverishly licking my pussy. Once Daddy realized that while I was still a virgin – never having had a man's cock inside me before, but that my hymen had long been history (thank you, McFeaver's Riding Academy!), he also taught me how talented a man could actually be with his fingers. Even as he would make me moan and croon with pleasure using his knowledgeable digits, I was making another mental note to continue to be pissed at my old boyfriends who hadn't had a fucking clue!

Daddy's nights of walking the floors in pain, unable to sleep were long over and after several days of being obsessed with touching, kissing and licking each other's bodies, we were both getting more sleep as we became more confident in hiding our activities from Mama.

Mama wasn't a bad person, but the truth is she'd lost interest in sex years ago which had left Daddy high and dry and eliminated one avenue of relieving the stress of being a floor supervisor at the local paper plant and of being married to Mama who wasn't the easiest person to live with anyway. I know Mama loved me, but I was also the "later in life surprise baby" that she never quite got over having and she already had her favorite – my older by thirteen years sister, Amelia – now living in Atlanta and raising her own family.

Neither Daddy or I had any real guilt over our love affair – pleasuring my daddy had given me a sense of purpose and fulfillment unlike anything I had ever known and his touch was sweet ecstasy that grew each time his lips or hands touched me. I was in love with his long, thick cock and dreamed of the moment that he would take my virginity and completely claim me as his woman. The problem at hand was that Daddy didn't want to simply sneak a fuck with his baby girl...he was waiting for an opportunity to fuck me at our leisure...no hurrying, but rather taking our time and luxuriating in our incestuous desires.

Alas, between work and school and Mama's schedule running the local branch of a big insurance company, Daddy and I could never get more than an hour or two to ourselves and Daddy considered the possibility of the two of us slipping off to some 'No-Tell Motel' as too sleazy and out of the question. Still, we worked hard to squeeze in enough lewd behavior to keep the need to fuck at bay and I have to admit, any chance to have Daddy's cock stuffed down my throat, gushing torrents of his hot semen was a wonderful thing.

In three weeks, I'd managed to suck Daddy off as he sat at the kitchen table in a straight back chair, sitting between his legs as he relaxed in his favorite overstuffed chair, kneeling at his feet in my bedroom, while he was sitting on the toilet in the upstairs bathroom, with him sitting on the stairs, and in the garage. Daddy had twice made my Saturday mornings lovely by waking me up licking my pussy until I was on the verge of orgasm. We already were so attuned to each other that we could sixty-nine ourselves into a mutual orgasm. Several times as Mama cooked dinner, Daddy would find me and pin me to a wall and slip his fingers under my dress or down my waistband and finger-fuck me to an orgasm, his tongue in my mouth to squelch my screams of pleasure.

Every morning I would wake up with the erotic memories of pleasuring Daddy the night before...sometimes accompanied by the sweet echoes of Daddy pleasuring me as well. I would stand before my mirror, naked, inspecting my body and feeling both beautiful and fulfilled as I ran my hands over my curvy five foot, five inch body, my short, curly hair looking unruly and sexy. I would caress my full and pert 34C breasts and stroke my little pussy that always seemed to be wet these days and dream of lying back in bed, my legs parted as Daddy prepared to finally bury his huge cock in my virgin cunt!

Mama was oblivious to our incestuous affair, focused as she had been for years on making her agency the most successful insurance agency in town and on the rapidly approaching birth of Amelia's third child. I had no way of knowing then, but it was my big sister, Amelia who had disliked her baby sister almost as much as Mama had, that was to provide Daddy and I our opportunity to finally take our expression of love to a higher level.

I had just got home from working at the bakery and my mind was on what I was going to be wearing when I finally gave Daddy his nightly cocksucking. I was wondering if my low cut nightshirt was clean as I came in through the kitchen door to find Mama and Daddy sitting at the table – a fierce frown on my mother's face.

"About time, Lillian," Mama snapped. "Sit down, we need to talk."

My stomach began to do flip-flops as I wandered how Mama had found out about Daddy and me. I slid into a kitchen chair with my parents on the ends of the table between me. Mama just scowled disapprovingly as she had pretty much done my whole life, but my fears abated slightly as I gave Daddy a brief glance and realized he was doing everything he could to not grin from ear to ear. His eyes were alight with pure happiness.

Turning my gaze to Mama and trying to be nonchalant, I asked in as normal a tone as I could muster, "What's up?"

"Your sister is what's up," Mama snapped back at me. "As if you really care – I imagine Amelia can't remember the last time you called her to see how she was doing."

There was a sulky, petulant undertone to Mama's voice and I had to struggle to not snap back that it had been five months ago when Amelia had called me to chew me out for sending my seven year old niece a new 'Barbie' doll for her birthday and telling me that she was offended by my perpetuating such sexual stereotypes and that my specific response had been to, "Bite me." Instead, I took a deep breath and replied, "Is Amelia and the baby alright?" trying to inject a tone of concern into my words.

"She's fine," Daddy said before Mama interrupted him with an impatient wave of her hand.

Mama stared angrily at Daddy and then me before saying, "No, she's not! She's got a houseful of kids and a husband that works too much and doesn't do enough and she's in her eighth month and she needs our help."

"Our help?" I softly echoed. "Um, how?"

"Your mother thinks we should go down to Atlanta and help out...till after the baby is born and things can get back to normal," Daddy said, throwing me a wink. "I have pointed out that you're in the middle of your Senior year of school and that I have a job that I can't go gallivanting off from."

"That's not important!" snarled Mama. "What's important is that we take care of Amelia. She needs us!"

"Well, sorry, Mama, but I'm not taking off from school." My reply was short and angry and I was a little off balanced because I couldn't figure out why Daddy seemed so upbeat.

Before Mama could jump down my throat, Daddy spoke up, his voice a little louder than usual as if he was reminding Mama that she couldn't make the decisions for us all by herself. "Amelia's going to be fine and Pooh's not going anywhere and neither am I, Helen." Daddy paused and stared Mama in the face, backing down any snippy remarks she might have spit back at him. "Now, Honey...you can take off all the time you want – I know you keep the office running like a top and whatever can't be handled by Timothy or Bettina, you can deal with from your laptop. Helen, if you absolutely have to go hold Amelia's hand while she has another baby, you go right ahead. I'm sure that Pooh and I will somehow survive!"

My jaw dropped open in utter surprise. First off, Daddy hardly ever raised his voice to Mama like that...he was usually so soft spoken and agreeable. Second, it came to me in a sudden flash why Daddy seemed so pleased...Mama going off and spending God knows how much time down in Atlanta...maybe weeks and weeks of it just being Daddy and me!" I felt a shiver go through me that hardened my nipples and dampened my pussy!

Mama tried to stare Daddy down, but he wasn't having any of it. Finally, she resorted to getting teary-eyed and said in a slightly teary voice, replied, "I cannot understand how you can be so callous about your daughter...your first born child, John." She flicked me a hateful gaze. "Or your big sister, Lillian."

Daddy's voice got a little louder and a bit angrier. "She's a thirty-one year old woman with two kids and a husband – an adult who's been on her own for over a damn decade. And you best remember, Helen, you have two daughters and do what's best for both of them." Mama stiffened up at Daddy's words, but he softened up a little then and reached out and put his hand on Mama's arm in a familiar and affectionate manner and said in a gentler tone, "You go on down to Atlanta – it's only a five hour drive and if we need you here, we'll call. Pooh and I will be fine and I reckon we can manage not to burn the place down while you're gone."

Mama nodded, her face still angry and replied tersely, "I'll go pack. I'll leave in the morning." She stood up and stomped away – her anger with us apparent in her stiff-backed posture.

Once I heard her bedroom door slam, I turned and looked at Daddy who had the goofiest grin on his face I'd ever seen. "You reckon we can manage, Daddy?" I giggled and then I was climbing into his lap and kissing him all over his face. "I might manage to fuck you to death!"

Daddy kissed me back, his strong hands cupping my ass cheeks under my tight jeans. When he finally let my tongue slip from his mouth, he said softly, "I told you our time would come, Pooh. Just one more night and then I'll officially make you a woman."

I felt a foreshadowing tremor of orgasmic energy ripple through me and kissed Daddy some more before Mama came stomping back down, barking orders and issuing edicts on how I was to do things while she was gone. I decided to win gracefully and acted properly abashed by the weighty responsibilities I was now responsible for, acknowledging that I was to make sure Daddy's meals and laundry were taken care of. Daddy had to get up and leave the living room, his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing when I solemnly vowed to Mama to, "Take care of all of Daddy's needs while you're gone, Mama. I promise that you'll be proud of the job I do."

Mama narrowed her eyes at me, trying to figure out if I was making fun of her or not while Daddy had a coughing fit in the hallway. That night was like Christmas Eve. I thought I'd never get to sleep. Partly, that was because for the first time in over three weeks, I didn't go to sleep with the taste of Daddy's cock and semen in my mouth. When I had approached him, he just kissed me and said, "I think I'd like to save it for tomorrow night, Pooh."

I pouted a little, especially when he told me that we'd need to wait until tomorrow evening since he did have to work and I had school. I had really thought we would be in bed and fucking up a storm before Mama got to the city limits. As it was, Mama didn't leave until mid-morning – Daddy called me on my cell phone just as I was going into Chemistry. He's spent the morning helping Mama get ready – getting the car serviced and all and then saw her off before he went into his job late. "I'll be a little late tonight, Pooh – about seven o'clock myself," he said. "But it's Friday and we'll have the whole weekend to ourselves.

"I can't wait, Daddy!" I murmured back. "I love you!" Daddy told me he loved me too and hung up. I promptly cut class and slipped off, skipping the rest of the day – formulating plans for the evening that awaited us. I had an inkling of how a bride must feel on her wedding night. I wanted to make this evening special for Daddy and there were things to do.

I knew it would eat into my time, but I spent a few hours going to and from Knoxville, but after having visited a few certain stores, I considered the time to have been well spent. A quick stop at the grocery and then I was back home to peruse Mama's bookshelf full of cookbooks until I located an old dusty and battered green binder. Once I had the kitchen details knocked out, it was time for a long, hot bath and some finishing touches and then just having to wait for Daddy.

It was a little after seven when I heard him come in. I was waiting for him in the living room, feeling pleased as he bellowed out as he came through the kitchen, "Something smells delicious. What have you been up too, Pooh?"

He came striding into the living room and came to a complete stop as he found me waiting for him in front of the fireplace, his mouth hanging open in surprise even as my eyes went wide with surprise of my own. "Pooh...you're...you're beautiful." I was dressed in a lacy black garter belt, thigh high black hose and four inch black, high heels. Around my waist was a frilly red apron with the words, "Daddy's Little Girl" embroidered across it inside a heart. Other than that I was naked, my firm, pert breasts heaving a little with excitement while my nipples visibly throbbed. I had teased my hair into a perfect halo of black curls that framed my face and I imagined that my blue eyes burned with a powerful lusty energy.

Daddy himself looked good. He'd had a haircut and he must've showered and changed at work because he was wearing a clean polo shirt and slacks – his body, albeit stocky, projected power and strength. In his arms were two dozen roses – white and pink. I felt a little nervous flutter in my stomach as I opened my arms and said, "Welcome home, Daddy!"

He rushed to me then, setting the roses aside to kiss me, hugging me to him and nearly lifting me off my feet as we kissed, tongues dancing merrily with each other. "Pooh, I'm...well, I don't know what to say," he murmured, holding me against him – his cock clearly hard under his slacks.

I ran my tongue over his lips and whispered back, "You don't have to say anything, Daddy. Just enjoy!" I eased myself from his embrace and carefully squatted down, wavering a little on the spiky heels. I fixed my eyes on Daddy's face, never glancing away as I unzipped his pants and reached inside and drew out his erection – feeling so hard and alive in my hand. Keeping my eyes on Daddy's handsome visage, I took him into my mouth, his cock now so familiar to my lips and tongue and I felt myself growing wetter as I tasted my father's precum and the unique flavor that his flesh possessed.

"Oh, Pooh, but I thought we were waiting for..." Daddy's voice trailed off as I rolled my tongue teasingly over the head of his cock.

I let him slip wetly from his mouth, feeling my saliva dripping off his cock as I replied, "Oh, we will, Daddy, but I wanted to do this for you now because I know it will help you last longer...later." Daddy groaned as I gazed up at him with an evil smile in my eyes while I took him back into my mouth, sliding my lips back and forth – each time taking him a little deeper down my throat. It pleased me to know that even though three weeks ago, I came nowhere near being able to deep-throat my father's cock, I had mastered his long, thick monster quick enough.

I felt almost giddy, sucking Daddy's cock in the middle of the living room without any worries of getting caught and Daddy moaned and sighed as I sort of giggled and hummed gaily with my mouth stuffed full of his throbbing penis. His fingers intertwined in my short, curly hair and I crinkled my eyes at him to show how pleased I was when he slowly began to fuck my face.

I sucked and slobbered and licked at Daddy's cock until I could feel him tensing up, coming off the balls of his feet and I wrapped my lips tightly around the head of his cock and sucked ferociously until he growled, "POOH!" and then he exploded in my mouth – gushing thick streamers of his strong, hot semen. I moaned approvingly, my tongue rolling over his piss slit, urging him to give me more of his seed...his sweet daddy seed that I knew I was forever addicted to.

Daddy squirted and shot semen for what seemed forever, but finally the flood of his sperm eased to a trickle and then nothing and I finally let him slip from my mouth, offering one last loving kiss and lick to the slowly shrinking head. "Thank you, Daddy," I purred, slowly rising up – my muscles taut and protesting as I did.

"Thank you, Pooh...that was incredible." Daddy pulled me to him again and kissed me on the lips, not seeming to mind in the least that he could taste himself on my lips. That made my daddy all the more attractive to me – I'd never come across a high school boyfriend that had let me kiss him after I went down on him.

"You're welcome, Daddy," I said as I started to undress him. "Are you ready for dinner?"

My father nodded as he watched me strip him naked, replying, "Um...yeah, it smells wonderful, like something my mother used to make."

I giggled and leaned into Daddy, enjoying how his naked and hairy chest felt against my bare titties and kissed him. Then I slipped my hand through Daddy's arm and led him towards the dining room – a rarely used area of our house. There, dinner awaited us and Daddy sighed happily as I said, "It should, I found Granny Paula's recipe book that she gave Mama and fixed her 'Pot Roast and Taters!'

Daddy looked at me with an expression of wonderment as he murmured, "My favorite! I can't believe you've done all this...your mother never..."

He stopped speaking as I guided him to his seat and kissed him again. "Well, from now on, my daddy is going to be treated a lot better." I leaned over, well aware that Daddy was staring at my hanging breasts and bussed him on the cheek. "I'm going to give you whatever you want, Daddy." I moved to take my seat, pleased that I'd impressed Daddy as well as score points at Mama's expense. My mother had never cared for Granny Paula or her cooking and had flat out refused to use her recipes.

Daddy was in hog heaven as he made his way through his mother's pot roast and roasted potatoes which he claimed I'd fixed perfectly – eating two helpings while I watched him, a little surprised at how good it made me feel to please him in such a domesticated way.

When he finally finished and I cleared away the dishes, his eyes watching my mostly naked body the entire time, I said teasingly, "Is my daddy ready for dessert?"

Daddy groaned and leaned back, patting his belly as he replied, "Lord, Pooh – I'm not sure I could eat another bite!"

I laughed as I stepped to him and eased myself atop the dining room table in front of him, scooting back a bit and spreading my legs as I tugged my apron away to reveal my newly shaved and baby smooth mound to my father. "Are you sure, Daddy? It seems to me that lately this might be your favorite treat."

"Ohhhh, Pooh!" Daddy breathed, staring hungrily down at my bald pussy – as hairless as the day I was born. My labia were swollen with arousal and spread wide apart – their lewd blossom revealing glistening wet flesh. I had been sopping wet since before Daddy came home – the evidence gleaming on my juice covered thighs.

I barely had time to whisper in a little girl voice, "Eat me, Daddy!" before he plunged his face into my crotch, his tongue wide and flat as it licked my cunt from bottom to top before spearing between my pussy lips and into my sodden, fiery cunt. "Oooooohhh, Daddy!" I crooned as several hours of lusty need were finally addressed by my father's talented mouth.
I could barely remain sitting upright so powerful were the sinful sensations that Daddy triggered in me as he sucked at my labia and lapped me again and again, his tongue swirling and roiling over my aroused flesh – pussy juice suddenly splattering against his chin and chest as he roughly tongued my clitoris as carnal ecstasy so powerful it nearly made me black out, coursed through my body.

Daddy snarled and gobbled as he licked me...any words becoming utter gibberish as he filled his mouth with my cunt, tongue delving deep inside my slick, pink pussy, but I understood him. I was his favorite desert and he took nearly as much pleasure from eating his daughter's pussy as I did from having him eat me.

My pussy was on fire and Daddy's tongue was incestuous gasoline, igniting my pleasure and need for more as he licked and sucked at me. I let my head fall back and I screamed, "EAT ME, DADDY! LICK ME AND MAKE ME CUMMMM!" as my legs kicked wildly as I spread them wider and raised them up – my high heels dangling from my feet while I bucked my pelvis against Daddy's mouth – his tongue seeming to plunge impossibly deep within my quivering pussy!

Suddenly I was screaming with tears running down my face as Daddy's lips carefully, but securely fastened around my clit and he began to hum, suck and lick it all at the same time or so it seemed. I wasn't sure because I was having a super-orgasm – the pleasure welling up inside me being so intense, I wasn't sure if it was actually pleasure or some terribly wonderful type of torturous pain. I writhed in orgasm and it just didn't seem to end, but just kept rising and becoming new and unsuspected levels of erotic pleasure that seemed to consume me, evolving me into something new...a being not of flesh, but of pure carnal desire and joy and I screamed my love for Daddy until my throat was hoarse with pain and I was slipping into a world that consisted of nothing but never-ending orgasm.

I came back into myself aware that I was gasping for air and that my body was still quivering with ecstatic delight and that I felt as if I were floating or perhaps, rocking weightlessly in the air. I opened my eyes to see my father's loving face smiling back at me. Behind him, the scenery floated and changed. I felt safe and secure, wrapped in strong, loving arms...my daddy's strong, loving arms. It was only then that I realized Daddy was carrying me somewhere...carrying me like I was a child again...or his bride.

"Daddy, where are we going?" I said it in a halting, child-like voice.

"I'm taking you to bed, Pooh," Daddy replied, his voice sounding like pure love.

"Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?" I asked, impishly keeping my voice sounding young.

"Yes, I am. I'm going to fuck my little Pooh until you scream with more pleasure than you ever imagined possible."

I moaned wordlessly, anticipating the moment and not speaking until I saw Daddy was moving towards my bedroom. "No, Daddy," I whispered, pointing towards the door where he and Mama had slept for over thirty years. "That's our bedroom now. You're my man and I'm your daughter and you're going to fuck me on our bed!" Daddy's nostrils flared with anticipation and if he thought me presumptuous to claim Mama's place as my own, he didn't say so, but simply changed direction and took me into the bedroom where he was going to claim my virginity.

Daddy paused as he stepped across the threshold. "Oh my, been busy haven't you, Pooh?" he said staring around the room. Over a dozen candles lit the room with a single lamp turned on, its light muted into an erotic red shade by a scarf draped across the lampshade. Scented candles filled the air with hints of lime and coconut and gentle ocean breezes, bringing to life a secret fantasy of someday fucking my daddy on a beach somewhere in the Southern Pacific.

"Do you like it, Daddy?" I said softly, my hand slowly reaching up to caress his cheek. "Will you fuck me now, Daddy?"

He turned to the bed which was freshly made and turned down and he carefully climbed up onto the bed and moved on his knees towards the center of the bed where he tenderly laid me down. He loomed over me, staring at me as if I wasn't real or if he tried to touch me, I would simply dissipate like mist. I eyed the massive erection that rose from his lap, his thick cockhead oozing precum as it waved in the air. I spread my legs and pulled my knees back as I held out my arms to my father and moaned, "Fuck me, Daddy! Claim my cherry – claim me – make me your woman!" I waggled my fingers anxiously and sighed, "I love you, Daddy! Come fuck your little girl!"

Daddy moved between my spread legs – his cock so hard now that it nearly slapped against his belly and I was young and inexperienced enough that I had no idea how rare that was for a man of Daddy's age. I did instinctively comprehend his expression as he moaned, "God, yes, Pooh. I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy!" The coarseness of his voice – raw and hungry was matched by the almost bestial expression of lust and desire that was etched on his face. I understood completely. Daddy was a man and his daughter was a woman and like animals in heat, nothing could stop us from mating now.

Suddenly, Daddy's weight was on me and his lips crushed against mine, his tongue hunting down my tongue as he kissed me hungrily, my nipples dragging against his furry chest as he hunched against me. I rolled my hips even as Daddy's hands reached down and cupped my buttocks, tilting me slightly and then I felt his immense thickness against my labia and I shrieked into Daddy's mouth as his cock spread my pussy lips and invaded my flesh.

I understood that any desire to be gentle with me was gone – that my first time with a man was going to be a primal, lustful thing and the only thing that matched my Daddy's desires were my own incestuous hunger to have my daddy buried deep inside me. Even as Daddy rammed his cock into my wet and tight pussy, I flung my pelvis up to meet his thrust and then I was screaming with pain and pleasure as my father's swollen penis spread my cunt flesh as he sank into me to the hilt!

"So goddamn sweet and tight, Pooh!" Daddy growled at me as I sobbed with both pain and pleasure, my mind reeling that it was my father inside me, filling up my most intimate place with the cock that had made me. My body naturally responded to his erect penis and without thinking, I was already beginning to undulate my body against Daddy's – seeking to start that magical dance that only a man and woman could share...one that I had truly never known, but now hungered like never before to experience.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" I sobbed, already feeling an orgasmic wave building within me. "Show me how much you love me, Daddy and fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"

My first honest cock induced orgasm exploded within me – part of it the incredible sensation of my cunt being completely filled with hard dick and part of it fueled by the knowledge that the hard dick was hard, Daddy dick! I began to buck and rock under my father and Daddy responded by immediately beginning a series of thrusts and lunges, sawing his big, hard cock in and out of my pussy, grunting like a working bull seeding his herd.

I wept with the pleasure of my daddy's cock buried in me. I screamed with the ecstatic knowledge that it was my father who was fucking me. I laughed and shouted in exhortation in the desire to never release Daddy's cock from my fiery and sodden cunt. It was lovely...it was heaven...it is impossible to fully describe the beauty and perfection that was that first dance of incest with Daddy. I only knew it was wonderful beyond words and that it was perfection and that love and lust for my father would forevermore be intertwined in my feelings for him. I could feel Daddy's love for me in every throb of his cock and I recognized his pure lust for me with every kiss he planted on my lips.

I smelled our arousal as the air filled with the aroma of pussy and cock and sweat and lust amidst the sounds of wet flesh slapping on wet flesh as Daddy pounded me with his cock driving the air from me in harsh gasps each time he bottomed out in my pussy, drawing wails of intense pleasure as he ground his crotch into mine, the head of his dick probing deeper with each thrust – seeking my cervix – seeking that most optimum location to fill me with his baby-making seed!

My eyes went wide and I screamed with new pleasure as I was suddenly aware of an overwhelming need to make my daddy a new baby – the most ancient and primal drives within me now awakened as Daddy drove his cock into me again and again! My body screamed to be impregnated by my father, my ecstasy addled mind seconding the notion as it sent my pleasure to even greater heights.

I screamed, "YESSSSS! FUCK ME, DADDY, FUCK ME AND GIVE ME A BABY! GIVE ME THAT BIG COCK AND FILL ME UP, DADDY – I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! FUCK ME, DADDY!" between wet, sloppy kisses and harsh, quick gasps for air as Daddy just kept burying that wonderful penis inside me...so huge that it made me feel tight and swollen from the delicious way his shaft scraped my clinging pussy flesh. "DEEPER, DADDY!" I moaned. "FUCK ME DEEPER AND HARDER WITH THAT DADDY DICK!"

Daddy obliged me, thrusting deep into me and as he ground his groin against my cunt, his hands swept down away along my widespread legs, lifting them up and then they were draped on his shoulders and he was tilting me up and then as deep as he was, Daddy's erection seemed to slip even deeper inside me, finding new sweet spots for the tip of his spongy and yet firm cock head to probe and then he moved his knees up just a little and began to hammer into me again – a series of brutal and quick thrusts that detonated my most intense orgasm yet.

I began clawing at his shoulders and back like a wild cat in heat, screaming wordlessly and shrilly as my body writhed and convulsed and the white hot ecstasy spread through me, consuming me until I was nothing but incarnate sexual pleasure and then when I thought nothing could surpass it, I could Daddy snarl, "Cumming, Pooh...all for you, little girl!"

I felt Daddy thrust hard and deep into me – literally driving the air out of my body. In the tight confines of my pussy, I could feel Daddy's cock begin to swell and then he began to flood my womb with molten hot semen. "DADDDDDDYYYYYYY!" I screamed as my father began to empty his sperm inside me...pleasure spreading to every fiber of my body, making it feel as if my curly, black hair was standing on end while my toes tried to clench and make little fists. My nipples throbbed with a painful intensity, so swollen I thought they might burst.

My screams faded into sobs that were then muffled as Daddy kissed me again and again, licking and sucking at my lips as he just seemed to go on ejaculating forever. Time seemed to stand still – a long moment of forever perfection punctuated only by Daddy's soft moans of, "I love you, Pooh...Daddy loves you so much, Pooh."

The intensity of the erotic sensations left me helpless and limp. I felt my legs slide off Daddy's shoulders to rest all wide and akimbo. Daddy finally withdrew from me with an obscenely wet sucking noise which I could only respond to with a moan of both pleasure and loss. I felt Daddy's body rise off of mine and then he was cuddling me – holding me close, wrapped up in his arms and I think I murmured, "I love you, Daddy!" before I drifted off into a sweet slumber in which orgasmic aftershocks lent an erotic tone.

I awoke what must have been hours later. The room was dimmer as some of the candles had burned down and guttered out. I was aware of hands caressing my body – Daddy's hands, cupping and massaging my breasts while he showered gentle kisses all over me, starting in the sweet, sensitive spots in the hollow of my throat and the following a path downward, his tongue marking the trail, pausing only to kiss me here...and there. Lips pursed and closed around my nipples, first one and then the other, sucking them while his tongue flickered over the hard tips.

Daddy's sweet kisses continued down to my belly, stopping long enough for his tongue to tease my belly-button playfully before continuing down, kissing first my left inner thigh, then my right. A hand slipped over my bald pussy, smearing the wetness there that was both mine and Daddy's. His mouth blew warm air across my well fucked flesh and then his tongue zeroed in on my clitoris and I arched my back as again pleasure immeasurable coursed through my body.

Something wet and large slapped against my shoulder and I turned and saw Daddy's cock inches from my face. I moved and took it effortlessly in my mouth, my head dizzy as I tasted Daddy's now familiar semen and my own pussy juices. The combination was a new taste sensation and I was instantly hooked. Eagerly I sucked at Daddy's dick, my tongue busily swirling about to clean him up.

Then Daddy withdrew from my mouth and I would have whined in displeasure, but Daddy hands were guiding me – rolling me over and urging me onto my hands and knees. "Daddy?" I murmured questioningly.

"Shhhh, Pooh – Daddy wants to please his little girl again. I've...dreamed of this," Daddy said softly, pressing himself against me – his chest warm and scratchy against my back and his arms tight around my body. He kissed the nape of my neck, even as he pulled me upright – his cock between my thighs, his shaft sliding along my pussy lips – the sensation so good, I could almost feel my labia puckering with anticipation. Daddy's hand cupped my breasts again, palms rubbing circles over my hard nipples – the friction making the hairs on my arms stand up.

Daddy leaned me forward, his hands pressing down on my back until I went down, now resting on my knees and elbows, making my tight butt wave higher in the air. Daddy eased back and I felt his hands on my buttocks, spreading them slightly and then his erection was probing my pussy again – finding my slick and spread labia and then I let out a soulful moan as he again plunged into me – his firm thrust burying several inches of his cock inside me again and I bit my lower lip as new and lewd sensations rippled through me as his flanged cock head stroked into me from new angles, filling me up so sweetly.

I dropped my head to the sheets, my voice almost muffled as I moaned, "Yesssss! Oh, Daddy, yessssss! Your daddy cock feels so good!" Incestuous pleasure swept over me – my fingers clawing at the sheets as Daddy's arms went around my waist and he began to fuck me steadily from behind. I was stunned as I realized that from this position, Daddy was now again plundering virgin flesh – somehow sinking deeper into my pussy than the first time!

"Fu-fuck me, Daddy! FUCK ME HARD!" I screamed as pleasure expanded into ecstasy, growing greater each time Daddy impaled me with his long, thick dick. Again, I was swept away in the illicit joy of being fucked, being fucked by my father and that my daddy was fucking me doggie-style! I was quickly rendered nearly helpless – held up by Daddy's strong arms while my ears were filled with the loud and wet slaps of flesh against flesh as Daddy fucked me from behind.

"Sweet girl...my sweet Pooh – Damn, little girl, I love your tight pussy!" Daddy moaned, his voice hoarse with desire. His hands slid up my waist to cup my tits again, fingers digging painfully into my firm tits and using his grip for leverage as he slammed into me faster and harder. "Love you, Pooh...Daddy loves you so much!"

"L-love y-you, tooooo!" I wailed back, feeling myself being raised up by Daddy. One hand left my breasts and suddenly there were fingers intertwined in my curly hair, pulling my head back farther, arching my back as I felt Daddy's lips on my cheek. He fucked me without mercy then, holding me against him, rolling his hips and thrusting forward to bury himself deep in my young womb again and again. My lips found his and we kissed messily and erotically, tongues slathering against each other before, during and after each slobbery wet kiss.

Daddy's hand left my hair and slid back over my body – caressing my shoulder, my right tittie and then slipped over my flat belly to find my cock filled cunt, fingers sweeping over the wrinkled and sopping wet folds of flesh and then bracketing my clitoris which he teased as I broke off a wet kiss to scream as I orgasmed – my pussy tightening around Daddy's throbbing cock!

I could only hang limp in Daddy's grasp, my body convulsing in the throes of carnal ecstasy as he fucked me, him groaning in pleasure as he wormed his cock in and out of my greedily grasping pussy. Abruptly, Daddy stopped and I whined as I felt him withdraw completely. Daddy was gasping for air – his face red with effort as I realized he'd been fucking me for many minutes. He gave a halting laugh and said, "Just got to take a breather, Pooh – reckon I'm not gonna be cumming too quick!"

Daddy fell onto his back, looking both sexy and funny with his body slick with sweat and his erect cock waving in the air. As my own orgasmic sensations waned, I knew I had to have more of Daddy's dick and I giggled and said, "Let me do the work for a while, Daddy!" I scrambled on top of him – moving into a squat over his hard-on and taking it in hand. "My turn to fuck my daddy!" I purred as Daddy's eyes grew wide at the wantonness of his daughter.

I trembled with excitement as I rubbed the head of my father's cock against my wet flesh, sending new tremors of pleasure through my body. "You are so big, Daddy!" I sighed as I eased down and his cock head popped inside me. "I love you, Daddy...I love your big cock!" I whispered in my sexiest little girl voice as I slowly impaled myself on my daddy's erect penis. I gave a low and lewd mewl as I felt Daddy expanding me, drilling deeper inside me and making me feel more like a real woman than ever before.

Daddy's dick seemed to go on forever inside me until finally I felt his wiry pubic hair tickling my bald pussy. I gave a little wriggle, making my firm tits bounce a little and wrinkled my nose at Daddy and said, "I love how fucking huge you feel in me, Daddy!" And I did...Daddy's cock was again at the limits of virgin territory. I rolled my hips to see if I could him any deeper into my womb, but like a perfectly fitting glove, my pussy was absolutely packed with his cock, almost as if it had been meant this way...Daddy and Daughter joined together – cock and pussy as God had wanted it to be.

Orgasm washed over me and I almost fainted from the intensity, reaching out with my hands to steady myself on Daddy's chest – fingernails raking light, bloody lines on his flesh. Neither of us seemed able to speak – rendered mute by our incestuous joy and capable of only sighs and moans. My world went gray for a moment, leaving my consciousness awash in an ocean of ecstasy and then I was back, impaled perfectly on Daddy's cock, his eyes locked onto mine as we said, "I love you," silently to each other.

As my orgasm receded in intensity, I slowly began to rock atop Daddy and that was sinfully sweet. I got my feet positioned and slowly rose up a few inches and then slowly dropped back down and almost swooned. I never imagined a cock producing so much pleasure. I think Daddy felt it too as he managed to gasp, "So fucking sweet, Pooh! Daddy is so proud of you, baby girl!"

Daddy's words felt almost as good as his cock and I began to slowly ride him, rising up enough to savor the sensation of Daddy's cock scraping along my pussy flesh, but never, never letting him escape my clasping lips. I slowly eased into a steady motion, whispering, "I love you, Daddy," as I fucked him – holding his hands against my breasts after he reached out and began to squeeze and caress them.

It was my turn to sweat madly with carnal effort, dripping perspiration as I bounced atop Daddy's cock – drops of sweat splattering against Daddy's chest as I felt him filling me up again and again...orgasmic explosions temporarily halting my efforts as I sobbed and cummed again and again!
I don't know how long I rode Daddy, fucking that glorious cock. It seemed like hours...even days of being immersed in his love. I reckon it was just minutes, but for the first time, I understood the concept of perfection. Making love to Daddy was the very manifestation of perfect and I never wanted it to end...at least until Daddy gasped, "I'm gonna cum, Pooh – sweet lord, I'm gonna cum in you, little girl!"

Just Daddy announcing his need to climax sent me over the edge and I was already sliding into orgasm when I fully impaled myself on his swelling cock one last time, feeling his head nudging my cervix and then there was a fiery flood of semen inside me – steaming jets of Daddy sperm filling me up and I wailed soulfully and collapsed atop Daddy, helpless as my hips ground instinctively against Daddy's crotch, willing his seed to invade me deeply.

Suddenly, Daddy's hands were on my face, tilting my head back even as he leaned in and kissed me and we smooched loudly and wetly while his cock throbbed and ejaculated in my womb, Daddy flinging his hips upward just enough to make me cry out – a bit surprised that amidst the firestorm of my orgasm, he could induce even more pleasure with his wonderful penis.

As our mutual orgasm began to wind down, I found myself fighting to stay awake – my weariness from being fucked so magnificently overwhelming my desire to savor the sweet sensation of having Daddy's cock still nestled inside me. My last thoughts were of sighing, "I love you so much, Daddy," and maybe hearing him reply, "I love you, my sweet, sweet Pooh."

My God, how my life changed that night. I awoke happier than I had ever been and somewhat abashed that at the grand old age of eighteen, I had pretty much believed that I was knowledgeable of the world and that I'd pretty much figured out the sex thing even though before Daddy I had only been a virgin. Only in the lovely afterglow of that first night of making love and fucking Daddy did I realize what a child I had been...so arrogant and foolish.

My new life begun the next morning when I vowed to myself to be Daddy's disciple and learn as much as I could from him and to be his forevermore. That first weekend, Daddy and I went at it with the intensity of young honeymooners and in a way, that's what we were. I never had to say it but I was Daddy's wife now. We weren't sure how we'd work it all out once Mama returned from Amelia's, but there was no going back and there was no giving each other up. Daddy and I had a hunger for each other that was insatiable.

When Daddy returned to work on Monday, he moved a little slowly, his cock red and sore from fucking and sucking. Even then, his magnificent cock twitched eagerly when I gave him a little kiss on the tip goodbye. For my part, I walked funny for half a week, enduring teasing from some of my girlfriends and some unhappy grilling from my now ex-boyfriend, Billy.

At home, Daddy and I couldn't keep our hands and mouths off each other and every night ended with his cum in my cunt or in my mouth...often both. Daddy's leg cramps and pains completely vanished and he even lost a little weight and the look of utter weariness evaporated from his face. Daddy looked happier and ten years younger and that pleased me nearly as much as having his cock inside me.

Of course, we knew and dreaded that this couldn't go on forever – that sooner or later, Mama would be returning home. Our first inkling of that was the phone call from Mama telling us that Amelia had given birth, another son...healthy and squalling. Daddy and I drove the five hours to Atlanta...although in truth, it was more like six hours because Daddy fucked me behind a big trucking center when our lust just overwhelmed us.

It was a test of my control that I arrived at Amelia's and hugged Mama while feeling my panties soaked with Daddy sperm that leaked from my well fucked pussy. Of course, any guilt I might have had vanished when Mama began fussing at me because to her, "Your daddy looks thin – you should be taking better care of him."

Daddy rushed to my defense, replying, "Pooh's taking great care of me, Helen. I've lost a little weight because..." Daddy tossed me a casual wink that made my cum filled cunt flutter as he finished, "Because I've been getting more exercise...a lot more exercise."

Mama just snorted and muttered something under her breath about a 'lazy girl's sorry cooking.' I ignored her and spent most of my visit being a good Aunt Lilly to my older niece and nephew and 'oohing and ahhing' over the new baby. Mama and Daddy went off by themselves several times to "talk" and whatever the subject, neither looked pleased when they came back. I wondered if Mama suspected him and me, but all inquiring looks at Daddy got a gentle smile and a shake of the head in reply.

The first evidence of their talks came during dinner with Amelia's family when Mama brought up her business, mentioning that not only had her office been running smoothly in her absence, "I trained Bettina and Tim well," but that the corporate office had her looking at a local agency that was having trouble to see if she had any insight into how to fix things. "Can you imagine, they want me to take it over and run it."

Mama gave me a rare smile. "What do you think, Lillian – wouldn't it be nice to live in Atlanta instead of some old smelly paper mill factory town?"

I paused in mid-chew, my mouth opening in surprise, drawing a frown from Mama. It was several seconds before I could respond with, "Mama...I don't want to leave home...not now. I love our town. I love our house."

Mama rolled her eyes and sneered, "You sound just like your father. You wouldn't know a good thing if it bit you in the ass!"

Amelia made a small grunting noise, looking at Mama and rolling her eyes towards the little ones. Daddy spoke up then, "Nobody's moving anywhere. I'm no where near retiring and I'm not moving." He glanced up from his tuna casserole and added, "Period."

Mama rolled her eyes again and then scooted back her seat and excused herself, leaving in a bit of a huff. In the uncomfortable silence that followed, Amelia broke the silence by saying, "You would love it here, Daddy. Lord knows Mama does." My big sister spared me a withering glance and said, "I'd think you'd like it here too, Lilly – there's a lot of good schools and so much more to do."

I shook my head and the uncomfortable silence resumed. It was only when Amelia and I were alone, cleaning up the dishes, that she spoke up and said, "There's another reason Mama wants Daddy to move up here. Mama thinks Daddy might be cheating on her."

I felt my cheeks burning as I tried to bluff my way through responding, "That's just bullshit, Amelia. Daddy goes to work and comes home and that's it." I focused on washing the dishes and telling myself that if I hadn't exactly told the truth, I hadn't exactly told a lie.

"Well, Mama says he seems too happy and relaxed. She thinks he's screwing around on her."

"Maybe it's because he hasn't had to put up with all her happy bullshit." I snapped. I paused and turned to look at my sister. "Besides, why should she care? Mama told me she'd cut Daddy off years ago."

Amelia laughed...a cold, unsympathetic laugh that reminded me so much of Mama. "Yeah, I know." She reached out and took my hand, "If Daddy were cheating...you'd at least tell me wouldn't you, Lilly?"

I rolled my eyes and replied crisply, "I promise you, Amelia. If I ever catch Daddy out with another woman, you'll be the first to know." Amelia stared at me for a moment and I feared for a second that she saw right through me and knew my secret, but then she nodded and excused herself to go nurse the new baby.

The trip couldn't end quickly enough for me and I was thrilled to wave goodbye and head north with Daddy, scooting across the seat to cuddle up to him as soon as we'd gotten out of sight. "God, Daddy, I've missed you!" I murmured, feeling wet and gooey already between my legs – amazed at how only two days of abstinence could make me so horny.

Daddy dropped his hand onto my bare left leg and slid it up under the blue jean skirt I was wearing and smiling when he discovered I had no panties on. "I can tell, Pooh." His fingers fluttered along my labia, prodding them to flower open wider. "I missed you too."

Nothing more was said for a while as we negotiated Atlanta's maddening traffic and eventually got on I-75 northbound. Daddy played and teasingly fingered me the whole time so that by the time we were free of the city, I was already squirming and moaning – the car reeking of my wet pussy creams and me close to orgasm.

Daddy's fingers masterfully twirled and probed inside my cunt as I sobbed and cried, violently shaking my head as Daddy made me cum hard – both from his expertise and from sheer need. When I finally slumped down beside him, Daddy pulled his fingers from my tight pussy with a wet pop and held them up, putting my glistening juices and clumps of creamy cum on his fingers on display. Daddy took his eyes off the road just long enough to wink at me before he put one finger in his mouth and lewdly and loudly sucked it off. I reached out and took him by the wrist and then sat up on my knees and sucked my own juices off his middle finger, slowly running my lips up and down his digit.

"Damn, Pooh," Daddy muttered, his voice full of lust. "Now we're gonna have to make a stop." I kept sucking Daddy's finger until we got a few miles down the road and reached a rest stop – my father veering quickly off the road and taking us to the far end of the car parking area.

I let his finger slip from my lips and said in a sexy little girl voice, "Does Daddy need his big ol thang sucked?" Daddy's response was to unbuckle his belt and open his slacks to free his big erection – the head of his cock an angry and insistent purple. "Oh, yummy, Daddy!" I said in the same voice and dropped my head in his lap. I opened wide and hungrily wrapped my lips around Daddy's cock, letting it slide deep into my throat – the knowledge that I was sucking my father giving me as strong a thrill as it had the first time.

At the this angle, I couldn't keep my eyes on Daddy's face constantly, but with each upward movement as my lips and tongue kissed and teased the head of his cock, I would look upward and give Daddy a loving look. Once in a while, I would let him slip from my lips so I could tell him, "I love sucking your big cock, Daddy," before gobbling him up at again.

Daddy's strong hand came up to cup the back of my head – fingers stroking the back of my neck and then gently ruffling my black curly mop as he whispered, "I love you, Pooh," over and over again. I fluttered my tongue over his spongy head and rolled it up and down his long shaft, sucking and licking eagerly, knowing that after two days, it wouldn't take Daddy long.

Quick enough, I heard Daddy gasp courteously, "Pooh...gonna cum, baby!" Daddy always warned me in case I didn't want his load, but eating Daddy's semen was something I knew I would never tire of. In response, I let him slip from my mouth until I had only the head of his cock trapped between my lips and then I sucked him furiously while my tongue whirled madly around.

"LOVE YOU, POOH!" Daddy grunted and his hips rose as he began to cum – two days worth of pent up hot and creamy semen and I gurgled approvingly as I drank his sperm, sucking at his penis to spur on his ejaculations. I felt a little lightheaded – overwhelmed with love for my father and in my eagerness, I allowed a little streamer of spunk to escape my lips and dribble down my chin. I focused my attention on sucking Daddy dry and then continued to suck him until he had to push me away because the sensations were too intense.

"I LOVE YOUR CUM, DADDY!" I cried loudly as I sat up while scooping up the escaped remnants of his semen and sucked them off my finger. I kissed him on the cheek and hugged him even as I became aware that we were not exactly alone. A few feet in front of our car in the grass, stood a man – maybe Daddy's age or a little older – dark hair shot through with gray underneath a straw fedora, holding the leash of a preoccupied York Terrier.

The man looked at us with what appeared to be shock and awe and I felt both embarrassed and aroused knowing that some stranger knew exactly what I'd been doing. I giggled and waggled my fingers at the man in a sort of girly wave. A grin broke out on his face and he waved back, tipped his hat to us both and wandered off in a bit of a good-humored daze. Daddy looked at me and said, "I reckon it's time to go."

I giggled and as I tucked Daddy's cock back inside his pants, said, "Don't be embarrassed, Daddy. I'm not." I kissed him on the cheek again and said in a husky voice, "Daddy, I'd fuck you in the middle of Times Square under a neon sign that said, 'Pooh loves her daddy more than anything!'"

Daddy snorted and said, "Well...we probably aint going that far."

I snuggled up against Daddy, feeling loved and safe and after several miles had rolled by, said, "Mama thinks you're cheating on her."

Daddy nodded and replied, "Yep...and she's right. She says a man don't look as happy as I am unless he's getting laid."

I pursed my lips into a pout and said, "I don't think we're cheating. I just took Mama's place when she gave you up."

"Well, she's pretty suspicious. Guess she wants to get me out of town and to Atlanta where she can keep her thumb on me."

I felt my heart do a flip. "Daddy, we're...you're not moving to Atlanta?"

Daddy snorted again and said, "Sweetie...I actually like my job and I don't plan to retire for another ten-twelve years." He looked over at me and reached out and squeezed my leg. "I also happen to love my house and the young woman who lives there with me. We're not going anywhere, Pooh."

And we didn't. Once we got home, Daddy and I resumed our loving daddy-daughter lifestyle – him going to work and me to school and spending the rest of our time loving and fucking each other. Daddy had me in every position possible in every room of the house. Breakfast often concluded with me on my knees sucking Daddy off and sending him to work with a smile on his face and me to school with a bellyful of fresh semen. Supper usually ended with me bent over the kitchen table and Daddy taking me from behind. Bedtime found us cuddled together, limbs intertwined as our bodies cooled from making love and we slipped into a restful and hard earned slumber. Life was...in a word, heaven!

And then Mama came home. She'd stayed with Amelia for five months and we'd gone down periodically to visit in order to coo over the baby, play with the youngsters and to allow Mama and Daddy an opportunity to argue over Mama's desire to move us to Atlanta. Spring was in the air and Mama was now determined to force Daddy's hand.

I came home from school to find Mama and Daddy sitting once more at the kitchen table. My disappointment over my plans to have a nice afternoon fuck with Daddy was tempered by my concern for the obvious storm clouds over their heads. Mama didn't have to say a word, but stared angrily at an empty chair. I sat my backpack down and slid into the seat. "Hi, Mama – good to have you home."

Mama ignored my pleasantries and got right to the point. "I came back to end this nonsense and move us to Atlanta."

"What nonsense is that, Mama?" I asked, trying to sound ignorant and innocent at the same time.

"All this damned foolishness. Your daddy has worked thirty years in that damned paper mill and he can retire. Between my salary and his pension, we can live quite handsomely. Once we sell the house, you can live at whatever school you chose. Stay in Tennessee or come to Georgia." She didn't add it, but her tone all but said it for her that she didn't really care what I did.

"What if Daddy doesn't want to move. We both love it here and we love this house!"

"We're moving," Mom nearly screamed, almost rising out of her chair to snap at me. "Things are going to change. Your father and I are moving to Atlanta and whatever little whore he's hiding and you're covering up for can go to hell. This nonsense is over!"

Daddy started to speak, but I beat him to it. "Yes, this nonsense is going to stop, Mama. I'm not moving and neither is Daddy and I am not 'covering up' for some other woman." I did stand up and got right in Mama's face as I snarled, "Daddy never took up with any whore. He works like a dog to support you and me and he comes home every goddamned day and spends it with me...with ME, Mama – the only woman in this family that isn't afraid to love him like he deserves!"

And just like that, understanding blossomed in Mama's eyes. She sat back as if I slapped her, looking over at Daddy and then back at me. I moved to stand beside Daddy, draping an arm over his shoulder possessively as I looked scornfully at my mother. Her eyes grew frosty and I'm sure she was picturing just how close her husband and daughter were. Finally, she muttered, "John?" packing a boatload of questions into one word.

Daddy nodded and said, "This is the way it is, Helen. I'm not moving and neither is Pooh. We love this place and we love each other." Just to make sure Mama had no misperceptions, Daddy drove it home by adding, "Pooh and I love each other like a man and woman should love."

For a moment, I thought Mama's angry and bitter façade might crack...that she might see all that she had pissed away and I had just a second's chance to wonder what might happen if it did. In my heart, I thought I still loved them both enough to step out of the picture if my mother came to her senses, but then Mama shoved away from the table and almost spit at us, "You two deserve each other...rot in hell!" Mama went upstairs and came back a few minutes later with a bag, got back into her car and I haven't seen her since.

Daddy just shook his head and pulled me into his lap. "Well...I reckon that went about as good as it could've possibly gone. I guess it's just you and me now, Pooh." His arm reached around me to pull me against him, his hand resting comfortably on my left breast. I could feel my heart pounding and my nipples hardening as I realized that Daddy was now mine...exclusively mine!

Still, I wondered if this was going to bring trouble with it. "Daddy, do you think Mama will...um, tell on us?"

Daddy chuckled and shook his head. "Oh no, Helen's terrible pride will never let her reveal it. I loved your mother...hell, I reckon I still do, but Pooh, your mama was and is the most prideful woman I ever met." Daddy stood up, me sliding to my feet as he towered over me, his hands now on my shoulders.

Daddy kissed me...slow and gently...a lovers' kiss. "It's just us now, Pooh, the first day of the rest of our lives together. What would you like to do?"

I grinned and said, "Well...on the way home, before I realized Mama was here, I was thinking maybe you and me could go upstairs and take a nap."

Daddy grinned and arched an eyebrow. "A nap, baby...really?"

I giggled and said, "Well, not really. I was thinking that maybe we could have some fun...work on some mathematics...like maybe a sixty-nine and then afterwards, a nap before supper."

Daddy smiled and turned, taking my hand as he moved towards the hallway. "I like that...math was always my favorite subject." Daddy proved again to me how adept he was at things associated with numbers as I struggled to suck his cock appropriately while he expertly tongued and licked my quivering pussy through one orgasm after another, beginning a new chapter in our love affair.

At home, we were now more like a loving man and wife than ever before and whatever regret Daddy might have had over losing Mama, I very quickly made him forget, loving him as he deserved to be loved...making him the center of my world and his happiness my most fervent desire. He reciprocated, our hearts growing as intimate as our bodies...discovering that our likes and interests went beyond the bedroom.
By the time I graduated, the divorce was final. Citing irreconcilable differences, Mama filed for divorce and Daddy took a shellacking in the settlement – taking out a new mortgage on the house to pay Mama more than her fair share of its value. Daddy did it without complaint, telling me, "What's a house payment compared to coming home every night to a wonderful and loving woman like you, Pooh?"

In late June, Daddy and I took a trip to North Carolina to visit Asheville and the famous mansion there. Daddy called it our honeymoon trip and to my pleased surprise, he actually meant it to be just that. Maybe an hours' drive into the lovely mountains there in a little town that seemed like it was stuck in time a hundred years past, he paid a justice of the peace to "marry" us...no paperwork of course, but just the words and the vow to each other before God.

When Daddy slipped a lovely gold ring on my finger with a small, perfect diamond and said huskily, "With this ring, I thee wed," I was almost in tears – my love for my father nearly overwhelming me.

After the justice of the peace pronounced us 'man and wife' and urged Daddy to kiss the bride and he did, taking his time about it and kissing me long and slowly, his tongue dancing with mine and then whispering, "I love you, Pooh," in my ear, I did cry, tears of pure love and joy streaming down my face.

We spent that night...that honeymoon night in an isolated cabin nestled deep in the mountains outside Ashville and Daddy fucked me so wonderfully – him between my thighs, my legs wrapped tightly around him as he slowly worked his long, thick cock in and out of my pussy...my fingernails clawing bloody trails down his back as I had orgasm after orgasm, both of us crying out our passion as he filled my womb with his hot, creamy semen.

In the afterglow of our lovemaking, we cuddled and kissed. Finally, at some point when Daddy had caught his breath, he said softly, "My God, Pooh – that was incredible...like I was taking your virginity again."

I nuzzled Daddy's chest and purred in utter contentment, "I know...I love knowing you're the only man to have me...every time with you is like..." I paused and then sang in a little girl's voice, "Like a virgin...touched for the very first time." We both laughed and kissed again, our tongues sliding deliciously against each other even as a thought occurred to me...one I had had before but had never worked up the courage to bring up with my loving father.".

Breaking the kiss, still in my little girl's voice, I whispered, "Daddy...I am still a virgin in one sense of the word."

Daddy sat up and looked at me...the slightly damp sheets pulled up to just below my full, perky breasts. "Pooh?" he said in a slightly mystified tone. Then his eyes went wide and he gasped, "Oh, baby! Surely, you're joking, Pooh...I'd tear you wide open!"

I giggled and said, "No you wouldn't, Daddy. Who better to offer my anal cherry to than my loving daddy...and husband?" I snaked my hand underneath the covers and was delighted to feel my father's cock quickly growing erect. "Besides, I can tell that you really do like the idea." I crawled up into my father's lap, feeling his hard-on slid along the length of my still tingling labia. In an almost obscenely innocent little girl voice, I said plaintively, "Daddy, won't you please fuck your little girl up her ass?"

"I fucking love you, Pooh," Daddy growled in a sex fueled snarl and then suddenly I was atop Daddy, his strong arms spinning me around until we were in the now very familiar sixty-nine position. "Get Daddy nice and sloppy wet, Pooh!" Daddy commanded me as he spread my butt cheeks. "I'll do the same for you!" I moaned before slipping my lips around Daddy's cock as I felt his hot, wet tongue slithering along the crack of my ass before tonguing my little brown hole.

My head was swimming with erotic anticipation as I sucked my father, tasting my own cunt creams on his throbbing cock while he wetly slurped at my asshole, his tongue going rigid again and again to probe at my backdoor, seeking entry into my anus. Daddy's fingers found their way into my semen filled pussy and I crooned around a mouthful of cock as he stirred the sloppy mixture around in my cunt...my heart beginning to pound wildly as his fingers slipped free of my well fucked vagina and then began to probe at my asshole too.

"DADDY, YES!" I moaned, his cock slipping from my mouth as orgasmic tremors exploded inside me as his middle finger wormed its way past my yielding sphincter. It didn't hurt although it felt passing strange to have anyone, let alone my daddy fingering my butthole. I squirmed atop Daddy for what seemed an eternity, but was probably no more than a couple of minutes, savoring this new and wicked feeling. I tried to resume sucking Daddy's dick, slurping at it wetly, leaving it slick with my saliva, but probably spent as much time moaning with pleasure as I did sucking.

Suddenly, Daddy shot into hurried motion and I was again on my back, Daddy's strong hands holding my ankles as he draped them over his shoulders and leaned in, curling me up like a fleshy ball until my knees were nearly bracketing my ears. I took a sudden deep breath as suddenly I felt something a lot bigger than a finger nudging my asshole. "Daddy..." I moaned with both anticipation and fear.

"I love you, Pooh." Daddy murmured, staring down at me with so much love and lust. "I love you...daughter...wife!" Daddy flexed his hips and I cried out as the head of his cock pressed relentlessly against my partially relaxed sphincter – which tightened up in response to the cock assault upon it, but too late as the head of Daddy's cock wormed its way up my back door. It did hurt even as my body also recognized pleasure that seemed so familiar yet alien at the same time.

I was huffing and puffing, tears rolling down my face as Daddy paused for a minute and then surged forward, filling my anus with another inch or two of his huge cock! I flung my head back and screamed with pain and delight, unable to separate the two intense sensations. "DADDDDYYYYY!" I shrieked even as his hips made another thrust and drove more of his cock up my ass. I tried to claw his back and shoulders, but wasn't able to get my arms to cooperate – my fingernails tearing at the sheets instead. My legs went into spasm – sticking straight out above Daddy's head – my toes clenched as a pain laced orgasm ripped through me.

Daddy held himself in place, buried inside me, being patient although my own ecstatic writhing actually resulted in more of his cock slipping up my anus. Only when my orgasmic storm seemed to be waning did Daddy begin moving again...this time slowly withdrawing...my anal ring clinging tightly to his cock before he drove forward again, driving the breath from my body and making my head spin madly as my orgasm renewed like gasoline being thrown on the fire.

In truth, at first it felt exactly as Daddy had warned...like he was splitting me in two, but with each stroke Daddy took in and out of my ass, the pain lessened and the pleasure increased...pure carnal pleasure laced with incestuous ecstasy. As Daddy fucked me in the ass, the rightness of our joining was undeniable. I had an overwhelming feeling that that this had always been our destiny...that Mama had merely been a means – a way station on Daddy's path to becoming the lover of his daughter.

As Daddy's hard, solid weight fell on me again and again, focusing to an erotic point that was the tip his long, hard penis, I could not conceive of a world that would have allowed for anything else. Daddy and I were soul mates...privileged as few ever are to know perfect and pure love as we possessed.

Everything around us become part of this erotic moment. Daddy's hard breathing...the smell of our sweaty bodies and the sound of them wetly slapping together. That nearly indescribable noise of his cock worming in and out of my asshole blending with the creaking of the bed springs we were taxing to their limit. My cries and sobs amidst declaration of love for my father and husband mixed with the unmistakable aromas of man/woman sex...all of it coming together in a swelling symphony of love and lust until finally Daddy cried out, "POOH, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" as he made one last deep thrust and filled my asshole with blasts of fiery semen.

"I LOVE YOU, DADDYYYY!" I screamed, finding the strength to fling myself against Daddy's groin and bury the head of his ejaculating cock a little deeper up my anus. "CU-CU-CUMMMING DADDDDDYYYY! LOVE Y-YOUR CU-CUMMMM!"

Daddy seemed to cum buckets up my ass...his climax seeming to go on forever. Longer still was it before my sphincter relaxed enough to let him slip out of my butthole. I curled up against Daddy as he kissed the tears of pleasure from my face, both of us whispering "I love you," to each other as our hearts slowly resumed their normal beating and our bodies quit gasping for air.

In Daddy's arms, I felt safe and loved as never before and as I slipped into a dreamy sleep, I relished both the sensation of feeling Daddy's seed in both my holes and the knowledge that I faced a lifetime of being loved like this.

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In the years since, neither Daddy nor I have had any cause for regret. We never heard from Mama again, although after a few years, Amelia and I began trading the occasional letter and Christmas cards. She tells me that Mama is happy, maniacally focused on becoming the number one insurance agent in Atlanta. Apparently she still has no need for a man as Amelia says she never dates.

Daddy is well and for a man in his early sixties, his doctor says he has the heart of a man half his age and that he'll be around for decades to come. Daddy says it's because I gave him a life worth living for...a loving daughter and wife and two loving children of our own. In my third year of college, I became pregnant and gave Daddy the son he had always wanted...John Junior or J.J. as we call him. I decided to put off finishing my degree and focused on providing a loving home for Daddy and our son. Two years later, I gave Daddy another child...our beautiful little girl, Danielle, who Daddy often refers to as Pooh Junior.

Eventually, with Daddy's help, I bought the bakery and despite the occasional slur against my character, I have built up quite the business – selling homemade breads and donuts and cakes.

Oh yes, there was quite the speculation about John's round heeled daughter who got knocked up by persons unknown while whoring around Knoxville, but both Daddy and I let such remarks roll off our shoulders like raindrops from a spring shower. We are a loving family and Daddy's ardor for me has never cooled. Nothing else matters.

Now, when I wake up hearing Daddy's footsteps on the floorboards, I don't worry. He's simply checking on our babies...tucking the blankets in so they won't be cold, bringing them a drink of water or reassuring them if they had a bad dream. I know that in only a few minutes, Daddy will return to our bed to slip beneath the covers and if he needs soothing himself, he knows that in his daughter's loving arms, his little Pooh will soothe her Daddy's needs.

The End.
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