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My Daughter's Roommate 4 [mf incest]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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?? BARBIE ??
?? Chapter 4 ??
?? A Fantasy by Day Dreamer ??
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The days I spent waiting for Candy to come home from school were
filled with feelings of ambivalence. On one hand, I recognized
that for me to read a sensual message into Candy's request to
talk with me could be a complete mistake--she might simply want
to talk about a school problem or something similar. She might
even be having a problem with a boyfriend and want some fatherly
advice about how to deal with it. On the other hand, though, I
still couldn't help but recall the very undaughterly kiss she had
given me just before she drove off to Austin. Not since she was
a little girl had she kissed me on the lips. And she had never
before given me a feel of her tongue as she had when she extended
it and brushed it across my lips. The memory of that kiss filled
me with very unfatherly feelings. Even though part of me
shuddered in revulsion at the thought of such perverted
incestuous ideas, I couldn't prevent myself from feeling over-
whelming desire. No matter how I fought against the idea, I
desired my daughter--desired her with a level of passion and
ardor I had seldom, if ever, felt before. Wrong or not, I
yearned to make love to Candy, to love her as man and woman make
love.
The memory of how Candy's roommate Barbie and I had made love was
still fresh enough to kindle hot sparks of lust. I was able to
picture clearly in my mind Barbie and I making oral love and then
coupling our bodies in the classic postures of intercourse. But
somehow the pictures changed, with the image of Barbie being
replaced by one of Candy. Before long, fantasies replaced
memory, and in them it was Candy who was naked, it was she that I
brought to orgasm with my mouth, and, finally, it was she who
screamed in rapture as my cock penetrated her depths and brought
her to the very heights of ecstasy. Those fantasies kept me with
an almost perpetual erection as I waited out the two days before
Candy's return.
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I left work early on Friday. I knew that Candy would probably
get home around 5:00 pm, and I wanted to be there when she
arrived. I planned to take her to dinner that evening and wanted
to shower and be dressed before she got there. Rushing into the
house, I quickly undressed and showered. As I got out of the
shower, I walked naked into the bedroom, where I had my clothes
laid out. I was no more than half-way across the room when I
looked up and saw Candy standing in the doorway. She laughed,
embarrassed, and said, "Oops! Gee, Daddy, I'm sorry. I had no
idea I'd find you naked."
I'm sure I blushed, because my face became warm. "My fault,
sweetheart. I should have known it was about time for you to be
getting here." I expected her to be as embarrassed as I was and
to immediately move away from the door. Instead, she continued
to stare at me for several seconds, taking in my complete
nakedness, before slowly, almost reluctantly, moving her eyes
away and walking toward her room. I was relieved that she had
left, because her looking at my nakedness like that brought all
my fantasies back with a rush and my cock swelled and erected,
standing rigidly out from groin.
After I finished dressing, I went to Candy's bedroom. I was
going to volunteer to help her unpack her car, but found she had
already done so. "Hi, Daddy," she said with a smile. "You look
a little more presentable now." I couldn't help but feel a
little embarrassment when she added, "I'm sorry I caught you en
flagrante. Anyway, you might be interested to know that I think
you've got a good body for a forty-five-year-old man."
"Hah!" I thought, "if you had stayed for a little while longer,
you would have really found out about my body." Instead of
voicing those words, though, I asked her if she wanted to go out
to dinner. She said she like that very much, and asked where we
were going. When I told her we could go any place she wanted,
she said she would like for me to take her back to the same place
she, Barbie, and I had gone just before she left to return to
school. She indicated that she wanted to take a shower and
change clothes first. Grinning, she said, "Maybe I ought to
leave my door open and give you a chance get even." I'm not sure
what I mumbled in response, but I beat a quick retreat to the den
to wait for her to finish her toilet.
About thirty minutes later, Candy came into the den and announced
that she was ready to go. She had on a pair of dressy designer
jeans that clung to her hips as though they had been painted on
and a silken full blouse that only served to emphasize the swell
of her breasts. The dark tresses of her hair were pinned back in
something like a pony-tail, leaving the features of her face
clearly evident. In short, she was beautiful...and sensual.
That sensuality was something new to me--the only time she had
previously displayed it to me was in the good-bye kiss. My
desire, tamed for a short time, flared up again.
After we got to the restaurant, we had a drink and brought each
other up to date on our lives. She told me how she was doing in
school and I related how things had been at home. Well, ALMOST
as things had been at home--I didn't include the part about how
Barbie had asked me to teach her about love and how I proceeded
to do just that. She did bring up the subject of Barbie, though,
by telling me how surprised she had been to find out Barbie had a
boy as a roommate. She told me that because Barbie had been so
shy about boys, there must have been something happen in her life
to make her change. When she said "something happen in her
life," she smiled a little smile, almost secretive, and gave me
one of the strangest looks I have ever received. From that, I
suspected that Candy might know something about the relationship
between Barbie and me, but was too polite to bring her knowledge
out in the open. Finally, I asked her why she had decided to
come home a couple of weeks earlier than planned. She gave me a
look similar to the one before and said, "Well, as I told you, I
have something I need to talk with you about."
I was still completely undecided about Candy and her newly
displayed sensuality, so I pressed her further by asking her why
we couldn't have talked about it on the phone. With that same
secret expression on her face, she said, "It's something that can
only be discussed in person, face to face."
"Well, we're in person, face to face, right now. Let me order us
another drink, and we can talk about it now."
Candy put her hand over mine and patted it. "Oh, Daddy, you're
so sweet, but we CAN'T talk about it now. After we get back home
we will. Right now, I want you to dance with me. I haven't
danced a step since we were here last, and you know how much I
like to dance." Not even waiting for an answer, she stood up,
my hand still in her's, and led me to the dance floor.
I had been brought up dancing the old-fashioned way where the boy
holds one of the girl's hands and puts the other one on her
waist. Candy, though, wanted to dance the modern way and put
both her arms around my neck and snuggled up to me, the front of
her body squarely against mine. For a moment I let my hands
dangle to my side, not sure what to do with them. I looked
around and saw how other couples were dancing and then followed
suit by putting both my hands on her back. Laughing softly,
Candy put her mouth by my ear and whispered, "Looks like you're
finally learning how to dance the right way."
Pressed against each other like that, Candy's little belly rubbed
against my belly and the front of her thighs pressed their full
length against mine. As we danced, all I was aware of was the
electric touch of our bodies as leg moved against leg, and belly
squirmed against belly. When her crotch moved hard against my
groin, I had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning. The
fantasies I had been working so hard to repress came to the
surface of my mind and my body responded. Even though I willed
it not to happen, my cock swelled and made a protrusion in the
front of my slacks. Candy must have felt it because she pressed
herself even tighter against me.
"Oh, God," I thought, "this is wrong. This is my own daughter
arousing my lust. Fantasies are one thing, but this is real, and
it's wrong." I pulled my hips back, moving my hard cock from
contact with Candy's groin. Taking up the slack, she once again
pressed herself against me and whispered into my ear, "Daddy,
dance with me the way you did with Barbie."
"But you're my daughter. It's not right for father and daughter
to do like we're doing."
"Don't you think I know that? It's what I want, though, so let's
do it anyway."
Candy and I danced the rest of the dance pressed close together.
My cock had formed a hard, round knot in my groin and Candy
pressed her jean-covered vee against it, occasionally grinding
herself hard against me. When the song ended, she held me on the
dance floor. "One more dance, please. Dance another dance with
me and then we can go order, okay?" If she had known my mental
condition, she would have realized that pleas were not
necessary. I would have gladly stayed on the dance floor all
night just so I could hold her in my arms and press our bodies
together. My fantasies had completely driven out the reality of
the situation, and I was now completely given over to experienc-
ing the full effects of Candy's newly demonstrated sensuality.
After we had danced another dance, Candy kissed me on the cheek
and said, "Thank you, Daddy." As she leaned into me to deliver
the kiss, her groin pressed hard against mine. Knowing we were
about to break contact, and reluctant to do so, I pushed my hard
cock into the vee of her groin and ground it into her jean-
covered sex. We stood still in the middle of the dance floor for
a long moment, our sexual areas pressed against each other,
each loath to separate ourselves from the pleasurable embrace.
Realizing, though, that the music had stopped and embarrassed
about putting on such a display of lust for all the on-lookers,
we broke apart and went to our table.
Dinner went very quickly, conversation stifled by the thoughts
and recriminations spinning through my head. Candy had a distant
look in her eyes, and I felt that she too must be considering the
actions we had just completed and what they might lead to. I
didn't know about her, but my thoughts were confused. One part
of me wanted Candy with a desperation that was almost beyond
measure. I had fantasized about our making love, and it was hard
to drive the fantasy out and make room for the real, the
practical part. The real, the practical, was that Candy was my
daughter, that I should be concerned about protecting her, not
aching to make love to her. My thoughts were still confused when
I paid the bill and we left to go home.
When we reached home and went into the house, Candy said, "Daddy,
I really do need to talk with you. Why don't we put on our night
clothes first, though. After we've changed, we can have an after
dinner drink and talk. Okay?" All I could do was nod my
approval.
I changed to pajamas and a robe and went into the kitchen and
mixed us some drinks. As I was carrying them into the den, Candy
came in. She appeared to be dressed as I was, with a robe
covering her. I didn't see any pajamas covering her legs, so she
either had on shorty pajamas, or, and my blood raced at the idea,
nothing at all. My hand trembled a little as I handed her her
drink. Her hand also had a tremble as she took it.
Candy and I sat there in silence for a few minutes, sipping our
drinks. She looked at me and our eyes met and locked. I knew
that whatever the outcome, it was time to start our conversation.
I took the initiative by asking, "What's this problem you need to
talk about, sweetheart?"
Candy smiled shyly and said, "I've rehearsed this a thousand
times, but still don't know for sure how to say it." She
paused, looking down at her lap, and then looked up, saying,
"Well, I guess you could say that in a way I'm jealous."
"Jealous? Has someone stolen a boyfriend away from you?"
Candy smiled, a rueful, crooked grin, and said, "Well, not that
exactly, but it is something like that."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, do you remember when you and Barbie danced just before I
left for Austin last time? Sort of like the way we danced
tonight, only more so?"
"Yes, baby, I remember."
"Daddy, I was jealous of Barbie. I was jealous of how she held
you so tight, of how aroused she was. Seeing the two of you act
like that bothered me. It bothered me sexually."
"Gee, baby, I'm sorry. After all, it was you who got us to dance
together."
"Oh, no, Daddy, I'm not scolding you. What happened was
perfectly natural. After all, Momma has been dead for over two
years, and you're bound to have needs and drives that need to be
satisfied. No, that wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me
was...uh, well...I wished it had been me rather than Barbie."
There wasn't anything I could say that could properly respond to
her statement. I wanted to say, "Oh, God, Barbie, I wish it had
been you, too," but this was my daughter I was talking to. I
didn't know where she would take the conversation from there, and
I sure didn't want to embarrass her or offend her. Instead, all
I said was "umm-hmm," urging her to continue.
"What's made it worse," she continued, "is that I've talked with
Barbie. Daddy, she told me what she did to you."
I grimaced and waved my hands in a gesture of resignation. I
knew Candy and Barbie were close friends, but I hadn't expected
Barbie to tell Candy about our brief affair.
"Oh, Daddy, she didn't just come out and tell me--I had to worm
it out of her. Besides, I approve. It was real sweet of you,
and it really helped her." Candy laughed and continued, "Boy, DID
it help her. I could hardly believe she would have a live-in
boyfriend." Candy reached out a hand and patted mine, saying,
"No, Daddy, I'm not bothered by that." She gripped my hand hard
now and very quietly and softly said, "What I'm bothered about is
that what you did for her I need as bad, if not worse, than she
did."
I pulled my hand back and sat up. "Candy, are you suggesting...?"
Candy dropped her hands to her lap and clasped them together.
Looking me directly in the eyes, a serious expression on her
face, she said, "Yes, that's EXACTLY what I'm suggesting. Daddy,
I'm nineteen years old, and I'm still a virgin. I've wanted to
have sex, wanted it desperately, but I've been afraid of all the
boys I've dated. They were rough and pawed at me. Daddy, I've
laid awake at night and listened to you and Momma. That's told
me that sex doesn't have to be rough. I heard Momma moan from
the pleasure you gave her. That's how I want sex to be, that's
how I want my special first time to be. Daddy, that's why I want
my first time to be with you."
"Sweetheart, you're my daughter. We can't...."
"Oh, Daddy, we CAN. Our being daughter and father is what makes
it so possible. Daddy, I love you and I know you love me. That
love is what makes it so special, so possible."
Still feeling doubts about the reality versus the fantasy of
committing incest, I said, "But Candy...."
"You think I'm not as pretty or desirable as Barbie, don't you?
Well, you're wrong!" Candy said, defiantly. She stood up, and
after untieing the sash around her waist, pulled her robe from
off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I had to repress
a gasp at what I saw. Candy stood there before me dressed in
baby-doll pajamas made of the sheerest material possible. Her
breasts filled out the pajama tops, her nipples and their
surrounding dusky circles clearly visible through the thin
material. Down below, in the sheer panty bottoms, a dark swath
showed at her groin. She had an abundant growth of pubic hair
and it could be seen through the tissue-thin fabric that left
little to the imagination. My heart beat at a rapid pace--seeing
her like that, in those sheerest-of-sheer pajamas, was as
arousing as seeing her nude.
Candy reached down to the bottom of her pajama tops and with a
swift motion pulled them up and over her head, revealing the
glory of her breasts that had only been hinted at before. With
the top removed, I could see them in all their splendor--firm,
round, and not sagging even a millimeter. Each one was centered
with a darker circle, and from them, the hard nubbins of her
nipples stood proudly erect. She put her hands up and cupped the
white mounds, pushing them upward. "My boobs are bigger and
fuller than Barbie's. I know, because as she told you, we've
seen each other naked." She leaned forward, pushing her breasts
even closer to me. "Admit it, Daddy, they're nicer than
Barbie's, aren't they?"
There wasn't any way I could have answered her. Viewing her
magnificent breasts, seeing her act in such an erotic way had
made me virtually inarticulate. I could only nod my head and
manage finally to whisper a strangled "Yes."
Candy put her hands on the waist band of her pajama bottoms
and slowly pushed them downward. She wiggled her hips, working
the little wisp of fabric down until the slightly rounded bulge
of stomach was revealed. Giving her hips another twist, she
pushed the panties down until they were around her hips. My cock
had already come erect, making a hard bulge in the front of my
pajamas at the sight of Candy's breasts, but now, as the dark
tresses of her bushy groin came into view, it jerked and pushed
out the front of my robe. No matter what words I might use on
Candy, my desire could not be denied.
Reaching further down, Candy pushed her panties until they were
around her knees. At this point, they released and fell to her
feet. She stepped one foot out of them and then lifted the other
up and removed the briefs from her foot. With her leg lifted
like that, the furrow of her vagina spread, revealing wet, pink
flesh. I had felt lust before, but the sight of Candy's pussy
gaping wide, made me tremble with an overpowering rush of desire.
I wanted nothing else at that point except to grab her and sink
my throbbing cock into that furrow, to find her hidden depths and
push my shaft in until I had buried its full length into the deep
recesses of her young, hot flesh.
With her panties removed, Candy now stood before me completely
nude with nothing to hide the full extent of her beauty from me.
Where she had been a little shy and hesitant before, her posture
and the look she gave me now spoke of boldness. She was enjoying
the strip tease performance, she was exulting in showing me her
totally nude body. Without saying a word, she turned around so
that her back was to me, the fullness of her firm, hard buttocks
revealed to me. I had always thought Marilyn Chambers had the
best ass ever put on a woman, but the one Candy now displayed to
me was every bit as good if not better.
Looking back at me over her shoulder, Candy put her hands on her
buttocks, one hand on each of the firm globes. She kneaded them
and then spread them apart, showing me the little indention of
her anus. Between those cheeks I could see the crease of her
vagina and the soft, furry pubic hair that extended down to
between her legs. "Daddy, my bottom is twice as nice as
Barbie's. My ass is hard and firm. Barbie's is soft." She
delved her fingers into the cleavage between the cheeks and
stroked them up and down. "My ass is better, isn't it? Come on,
Daddy, tell me you like mine better."
"Candy, your ass is absolutely perfect," I managed to whisper,
unable to tear my eyes away from the firmness of her buttocks and
especially the area down below them. My cock was drooling now,
pre-come wetting its head and soaking my pajamas.
Candy turned back around to where she once again faced me. With
her revealed to me like that I realized that she was far more
beautiful and desirable than Barbie had been. Candy was
about three inches shorter than Barbie, and where Barbie had a
model's body, Candy's was fuller, more lush. Her hips flared out
wider and her thighs were fuller and more firm. Her breasts were
full but not overly large--good handfuls, ready to be caressed
and loved. She was like a ripe fruit, ready to be savored, ready
to be devoured. I could hardly believe that a girl so beautiful,
so ready, could still be a virgin. It was even harder to believe
that she was asking me, her father, to be the one to take that
virginity, to be the first one to pluck that ripened fruit.
Candy put her hand on her stomach and slowly traced it down
through her pubic hair to the top of her womanly furrow. With
one finger extended, she probed down between her labial lips.
Pulling her finger back out, she held it up, wet and shiny with
her moisture. "Look how wet I am. This shows how much I need
you. Oh, God, Daddy, please don't make me beg."
By this time, all thoughts of any reservations I might have had,
recriminations about the enormity of incest, were gone from my
mind. They were replaced by reality of what was happening. The
fantasies I had entertained about Candy and me making love were
no longer just day dreams. There was no way I could refuse Candy
her request. Further, there was no way I could deny any more my
long suppressed desire to have Candy, to know her in the most
intimate way possible.
Candy took a step forward to where she was right in front of me,
only a step away. She looked down at me sitting here and in a
soft voice said, "Daddy, I know you're attracted to me, that you
want me as much I want you. I felt you when we danced. You were
hard, and your hardness pressed against me. God, it felt so good
that I wanted us to make love right there on the spot." She
looked down at my lap, at the tent my cock was making of the
front of my pajamas and robe. "You're that way right now. You
can't deny it--I can see how your penis is causing the front of
your robe to stand up."
Suddenly, Candy knelt down between my knees. She took my robe
and spread its front apart, revealing my pajamas. Underneath
their thin cotton fabric, my cock was rigid and throbbing,
pressing the cloth up like a tent pole under an Indian teepee.
At the top of the bulge, directly over the head of my penis, a
circle of moisture had formed, soaking the cloth with my pre-
come. Reaching out, Candy put her hand on the bulge and grasped
my cock. Even through the fabric, the touch was electric, and I
gasped at the pleasure her hand gave me. Working the pajama fly
open, Candy put her hand inside and pulled my cock out. It was
hard as a steel rod and wet with the flow of my lust. Putting
her hand back around it, she said, "Feel how hard you are--you're
as aroused as I am. This what I want. Use this on me, make love
to me, teach me how to love you. Oh, God, Daddy, make a real
woman of me. I don't care what you have to do--pretend I'm
Barbie if you have to--but take me to bed and love me. Daddy,
take me to bed and...and...fuck me." She squeezed my cock hard
and muttered, "Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Really fuck me."
I put my hand under Candy's chin and pulled her head up so that
she faced me. Talking quietly, I said, "Candy, sweetheart, it's
impossible for me to pretend you're Barbie." Even though a look
of disappointment came on her face, I continued, "You see, every
time I made love to Barbie, in my mind I was making love to you.
Every time I touched her, it was you I was touching. Every time
she had an orgasm, I pretended it was you who was coming."
While I was talking the expression on her face changed from dis-
appointment to wonder. She whispered, "You mean...?"
"I mean that ever since you developed into a woman, I've longed
to make love to you. I hid my desire because I knew that would
be incest." Looking down at where she still had my cock in my
hand, I said, "As you can see, I can't hide it any more." My
cock throbbed in her hand, and I continued, "Yes, you're right,
baby, I DO want you as bad as you want me. Probably even more.
So if you really do want me to make love to you, there's nothing
in the world I want more than that."
In almost a groan, Candy said, "YES! Oooh, Daddy, yes, yes!"
Standing up, Candy fell against me, her breasts against my chest,
her vagina right on top of my cock. Still whispering, "yes, yes,
yes," Candy brought her mouth against mine, her lips hungrily
seeking out mine. As our mouths came together, Candy speared her
tongue between my lips and drove it into my mouth, working it
feverishly around and around. She squirmed her buttocks and hips
around so that my cock moved between her labial lips and into her
wet furrow. Clamping her wetness around it, she gyrated her
hips and moaned in pleasure at the touch of flesh upon flesh.
Finally breaking the kiss, Candy whispered, "Take me to bed now,
Daddy. Take me to bed and make me a woman. Love me like a man
and woman are supposed to love."
Standing up, I lifted Candy into my arms and carried her down the
hall to the bedroom. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me as
we journeyed on her last step toward womanhood.
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"Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her Roman nose
And her walkman started to melt"
The Smiths
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