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Daddy's Little Darling 2/2 [m/f, cons, teen, inces
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DADDY'S LITTLE DARLING
by Marcel Proust
PART TWO
That night, Lisa and I decided to stay home and watch a movie. She wanted
to watch Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade for about the zillionth time,
and I was still so zonked and satisfied by that afternoon's encounter that
I was in no position to deny her.
When she joined me on the couch, I was gratified to see that Lisa had
decided to wear something more reserved than the swimsuit she had worn the
day before, just a flannel nightgown that went to her knees. I was feeling
guilty enough for having masturbated while watching her, and I felt that
the best thing to do would be to put those nasty thoughts as far from the
front of my mind as possible.
Still, as we watched Indiana Jones survive one deadly threat after another,
I couldn't help but steal glimpses of my daughter's lovely legs. I saw a
thin gold anklet around one slim ankle, and my heart skipped a beat.
Somehow just looking at Lisa's legs was turning out to be a more erotic
experience than seeing her nearly naked had been the day before.
Lisa, for her part, was oblivious to the depraved urges of her old father.
She snuggled up against me towards the end of the movie, when sleep began
to overtake her. I felt her warmth and smelled her sweet perfume, and had
to hold a pillow over my lap to hide the growing erection that threatened
to poke out from my pajama bottom.
By the time the end credits ran, I heard soft, regular breathing next to
me. I looked over, and saw that Lisa had fallen deeply asleep.
I shifted over, intending to get up and let Lisa slide down onto the couch,
but as I did so her head slid down the length of my body and ended up in
the vicinity of my left hip. I froze. Lisa's face was just inches from my
crotch.
I don't know why I did what I did then, it was such a reckless thing to do.
But I sat back down on the couch, at an angle so that Lisa's head rested
on my hip, and let my cock spring out from my pajamas. Her sleeping face
was now so close to my naked prick that her lips nearly touched the shaft.
I began slowly stroking my cock then, my free hand reaching down to stroke
Lisa's hair as gently as I could. The sight of my beautiful daughter's
face right up against my prick was exciting beyond belief. It was more
than I would ever have dared to do, except that my encounter earlier that
day with Harry and his daughter had emboldened me. If Jane could be
trained to accept her father's cock, perhaps Lisa...?
But for now, I was content to merely jerk myself off with my sleeping
daughter's head in my lap. Her face looked so innocent, so pure, that the
temptation was great to just plunge my cockmeat into her mouth and damn the
consequences. The consequences, however, were too great to risk anything
so foolishly bold. I loved Lisa more than anything else in my world, and I
would do nothing to throw that away.
At least, not unless I thought I could get away with it.
Lisa shifted a little, but otherwise remained fast asleep. Meanwhile, I
pumped my cock with increasing ferocity, imagining that flesh thrusting in
and out of my little girl's mouth, her virgin pussy. Finally, I could
stand no more. I let out a little groan as I came, my semen bubbling up
like water from a hose, large drops of it landing on Lisa's cheeks and
lips. As I pumped the jism from my cock, I worried suddenly that Lisa
might choose that time to wake up, and find her father's come all over her
face.
I quickly smudged the semen with my thumb, wiping off what I could and
smearing the rest so that it blended into her smooth skin. There was one
thick gobbet of cum on her puffy lower lip, and that I pushed into her
mouth. She made a little face as she reflexively swallowed it, and I felt
a warm rush of pure depraved pleasure as I realized that, if nothing else,
my daughter had gotten her first taste of cum from me.
With careful haste, I put my penis away and stood up without wakening my
daughter. I lifted her up from the couch and carried her to her bedroom.
She stirred a little as I lay her down on her bed. She put her arms around
me and kissed me on the cheek. "G'night, Daddy," she said blearily, and
fell asleep again.
"Goodnight, honey," I replied, and kissed her back, on the lips. I stood
to leave, thinking myself sated for the day, if not for the rest of the
month, but as I did so I looked at Lisa once more.
If not for my raging, unconsummated lust, I would never have believed it,
but my cock began to grow hard again as I looked at my sleeping daughter.
Her flannel nightie had hiked up around her waist when I laid her down, and
now I could see her white cotton panties, and her beautiful legs that were
spread as if beckoning me to their dark center.
Unable to stop myself, I reached down and ran a finger along her inner
thigh, and into her crotch. Ready to pull back if she so much as stirred,
I slipped my hand underneath the thin fabric of her panties and felt her
pussy, the soft downy hair barely covering her lips. My other hand went to
her breast, and kneaded the firm, yielding flesh beneath the flannel of her
nightgown.
My cock was rock-hard once again as I molested my little girl while she lay
sleeping in her bed. Part of me told myself to get the hell out of there
before she woke up, but the stronger part of me resisted. So I stood
there, rubbing her pussy and tits, while my daughter lay dreaming what were
no doubt erotic dreams.
With my cock poking out of my pajamas once again, I pulled Lisa's panties
down, slowly, carefully, and off until they dangled from one ankle. Then,
once again with exquisite care, I spread my daughter's thighs until I could
see the pink flesh of her vagina opening before me like a flower. I leaned
down and touched her pussy with my tongue, savoring the salt taste. Until
now, I had only fondled her, as any horny father might do with his
unsuspecting daughter. But now I was crossing a line, and I could never
turn back. Nor did I want to.
I looked up. Lisa was still fast asleep. I'd known she was a deep
sleeper; some mornings the alarm didn't wake her, and I had to shake her
roughly by the shoulders before she'd stir. With a new confidence, I
lowered myself to her sweet snatch once again and this time licked it,
burying my face in her musky scent. My tasty little girl, I thought, and
parted her pussy lips with my tongue.
I did this for several minutes, until finally I'd had enough, and wanted
something different. I looked around and found a small bottle of hand
lotion on her bedside table. I put some lotion on my cock, which was now
raging again as if it hadn't just emptied my balls a mere hour hence, and
knelt between my daughter's open legs.
I rubbed my cock head between her saliva-slickened pussy lips, and shoved
it a little ways in. It felt like heaven, having my cock inside my own
daughter's cunt, even if it was only an inch. It was enough, knowing that
I was tasting the fruit of my own loins, defiling this innocent little girl
without her knowledge. All the warm, fatherly feelings I'd had for her
bubbled up, but now they were tinged with lust, and became something
perverse...and incredibly erotic.
I pushed my cock in a little bit more, and had to fight to control the urge
to ram it all the way in, to wake my little girl up by the act of
deflowering her. Instead I thrust in and out by inches, enjoying what
little I could of her sweet, delicious flesh. I stifled my delirious moans
with my fist as I neared another orgasm.
Then I felt Lisa stir beneath me. Shock ran up my spine, and I froze.
Lisa turned her head from side to side, as if caught in the midst of a
strange and frightening dream, and then opened her eyes slightly.
"D...Daddy?" she mumbled, sleep fogging her voice. "Whatcha doin', Dad?"
My terrified brain scrambled for words. Here I was, kneeling between my
daughter's legs with my cock quivering inside her pussy, and I was supposed
to explain myself? "Um...D-Daddy was just m-making sure you were okay," I
stammered, blushing furiously. What the fuck did I just say? I had no
idea. I just hoped it would make sense to my daughter's half-asleep mind.
"Daddy, are you fucking me?" my little girl asked in a small, faraway voice.
My heart thudding, I answered shakily, "Y-yes."
Lisa mumbled something unintelligible and then moaned softly.
"Mmmm...feels good."
My cock twitched when I heard those words. My heart in my throat, I
ventured, "Do you want me to keep doing it, baby?"
Lisa nodded. "Yeah..." she moaned again, "don't stop, Daddy."
With that, I pressed my cock in deeper, until I felt my little girl's
maidenhead resisting any further passage. "This might feel uncomfortable
for a second, princess," I whispered softly.
"Okay, Daddy," Lisa murmured, smiling. She spread her legs wider for me.
The thought that I was about to deflower my own daughter filled me with
hot, boiling passion. I thrust firmly and felt the resistance crumble as
my daughter let out a surprised gasp. I slid fully into her, my hands on
her waist, thrusting her pussy onto my cock. "Oh, Dad!" Lisa gasped,
coming more awake.
I pushed harder now, my thrusting more regular, and Lisa's moans began to
rise in pitch with my own. I lay almost on top of her, her legs up around
my shoulders as I fucked my daughter with all the passion with which I had
once fucked my wife.
"You're such a good little girl, Lisa," I managed between groans.
"I just want to make you happy, Daddy," she replied, her legs tightening
around me.
I fucked Lisa until I felt an orgasm shudder through her, and she cried out
with ecstasy. The culmination of her pleasure drove me onward, and soon I
found myself ready to explode.
"I'm going to come, baby," I gasped.
"Come in me, Daddy," Lisa moaned. "I want to feel your seeds inside me."
Anything for my little girl. With a tremendous cry, I spilled my seed deep
inside my daughter's virgin pussy. My muscles strained as I pulled her
hard against me, my cock shoved up as far inside Lisa as possible without
hurting her. I didn't think I would have much left for her, but as it
happened, there was plenty. When I pulled out, after what seemed an
eternity, creamy white pearls seeped from her wet snatch.
I pulled Lisa to me and I kissed her long and deep, like husband and wife
instead of father and daughter.
***
Lisa and I fucked and sucked each other all the rest of that night, and the
whole rest of the summer, too. She enjoyed playing the part of Daddy's
Little Whore, and I of course enjoyed it as much. When I came home from
work she would greet me wearing only an apron, and she enjoyed teasing me
as she served me my meals like that, slapping away my grabbing hands and
acting the demure innocent. Later, of course, she would drop such
pretenses and submit to her dear father's every lustful whim.
It wasn't long before I brought Lisa over to Harry's house, to join them in
a little four-way father-daughter action. Harry and I would jerk off as we
watched our little girls go at it, and then when they'd had enough fun we
would step in, trading our daughters back and forth all night.
One day near the end of the summer, Lisa asked to go to the movies with me.
"Sure," I said, "What do you want to see?"
Lisa shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "They're always changing the
movie down at the theater I want to go to."
I knew instantly what she meant. She wanted to go down to the X-rated
movie house on the south side of town. "Are you sure?" I asked. So far
we'd kept our antics in the house, or among friends. I wasn't sure I
wanted to risk exposing my daughter to any unsavory elements.
"Sure," Lisa said brightly, lust gleaming in her once-pure eyes. "I can
handle myself. And even if I can't, I have my strong daddy to protect me."
So we went down to the porn theater. Instead of seats, the theater had
long rows of leatherbound couches, like the seats in the booths at Denny's.
There were quite a few men there already when we got there, but Lisa was
the only woman. Most of the horny bastards looked up with glee when Lisa,
who was of course an attractive young woman, entered, and they started
pumping their cocks with renewed vigor.
I sat down, and Lisa immediately sat down on my lap. "I like this movie,
Daddy," she said, loudly enough for everyone to hear. At once, like
jackals moving in for the kill, the shadowy figures rose from their seats,
wanting to get closer to what was no doubt going to be some hot action.
Lisa lifted her skirt, revealing nothing underneath but a gleaming snatch.
She raised herself a little while I pulled my cock out of my pants, and
then lowered herself down, leaning forward so that my prick could have
easier access to her pussy. I eased into her, grunting a little as the
funny angle bent my prick in new ways.
"This feels good, Daddy," Lisa moaned as she went up and down on my cock,
"but my mouth feels lonely."
"Maybe some of these gentlemen would like to help you out with that," I
said, and immediately a group of slobbering, sex-starved men began moving
toward us.
Lisa feigned surprise, although of course we had worked all this out before
we'd come here. "Are you sure, Daddy?" she asked.
"I think so," I said, playing the part of the hesitant but permissive
father, which of course I was, although these horny bastards had no way of
knowing that. If they had, they probably would have creamed themselves
before they even touched my daughter. "Remember," I told her sternly,
"you're Daddy's whore. Your pussy belongs - "
"I know," Lisa said, "my pussy belongs to Daddy."
Now a line had formed on either side of my daughter. She looked up at the
first of them, who stepped eagerly to her, looking at me a little nervously
as he did so. But I said nothing as Lisa eagerly swallowed the man's cock
and began sucking in earnest. The man didn't take long to come, and soon
he plastered my little girl's mouth with his semen.
As he staggered away, another one, this one old enough to be Lisa's
grandfather, stepped up with his cock erect and ready for her attentions.
She gave them willingly enough, and soon he too went away dazed and
satisfied.
Meanwhile, Lisa continued pumping up and down on my cock. Despite a twinge
of jealousy, I was aroused as hell watching these strangers defile my
daughter's mouth with their pricks. Before long, I burst inside her, my
come coating Lisa's cunt walls and leaking back out onto my crotch. I
reached up to fondle her tits, and found a pair of hands there already.
Lisa was sucking off another man, who was kneading her breasts with polite
care. "Suck me, you whore," he breathed. Lisa, ever the obedient girl,
complied cheerfully, and soon the man cried out, filling her mouth with
another load of come.
As man after man stepped forward to fuck Lisa's mouth, I marveled at my
daughter's appetite for cock. I felt a funny sense of pride, too. I had
taught her well.
Finally, Lisa had had her fill, and I had her get up and wipe herself off
as best she could. Some of the men who'd been at the end of the line
complained, but one glare from me silenced them. We left the theater, me
dabbing cum off the front of my pants and Lisa with a cum-eating grin on
her face. The guy behind the ticket counter stared after us in disbelief
as we walked away.
Since then, our lives have gotten more stable, a little less wild. We've
moved out of the small town where we lived, and in our new neighborhood
everyone knows us as husband and wife. They know nothing of our dark
little secret.
Some people would condemn me for what has happened between me and Lisa.
They would say that what we are doing is an unnatural sin, a perversion of
nature. But I love Lisa with the love of a father for his child, and I
also love her with the passion of a husband for his wife. The way I see
it, we have the best of both worlds.
THE END
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