door open anymore for her. I was staring at the ceiling, cock pointing straight up like a nuke ready to fire from a silo, when she tapped again.

"Daddy? I see my Cockie is all ready to play. Good!" She started walking over towards my bed, and I thought I heard a faint rustling sound with each step.

I turned my half-closed eyes to her; they widened at what I saw. "Where did you get those, Kay? When did you get those?" She was wearing a pair of her mother's silky black thigh-highs, and a set of matching high-heels. The stockings were attached with thin straps to a garter belt that hung about her delicious, thin waist. She wore no bra; her nipples were erect and stiff like two, pink bullets. Her completely bald cunt was puffy, and her lips were hanging especially low. The funny--and sexy--thing was was that since the stockings were made to come about mid-thigh on my ex-wife, on Kayla, the lacy tops were pressed right up against her lovely pussy. The high-arched heels were not exactly her size, also, but they looked just fine on her small, delicate feet. She was the image of beauty. Pure and simple.

"Do you think I look sexy, Daddy? I came in here while you were sleeping, and went into the closet. I know you still keep some of Sasha's"--she didn't like calling her "Mom" if she could help it--"clothes and stuff, and I wanted to surprise you! So...do you like?"

I gripped my enlarged, thick, throbbing cock in both hands, and gasped, "Oh, yes, baby. You look a hundred times hotter than any other woman I have ever seen." I took my right hand of my dick. "Come over and give Daddy a good-morning hug." I stretched my arm out to her.

She walked sensually over to my bed, raised her legs to kneel next to me, and I enveloped her with my arm while still rubbing my cock with my hand. "Does Mr. Cockie want Kayla to stroke him? Huh, Daddy?"

"You know I do, Kay. Just not too much; I don't wanna cum right now. We have a lot of fun to look forward to today."

"Oh, thank you, Daddy!" She reached out a quivering hand towards my huge pole. Her long fingers wrapped around the circumference, but couldn't meet up with her thumb. I am extremely thick as well as long. Her delicate touch made my cock jump in her hand that was right above mine. "Ooooh, Daddy," she purred. "Cockie feels so good; he's still sticky and messy. I love messy. Can I have a lick or two?" she begged as she stared me in the eyes.

"Yes, baby, yes," I moaned. "Give Daddy's cock a few licks, right around the head and just under it. Can I rub your stockinged thighs, Kayla?"

"I thought you'd never ask! You can rub anything you want to, Daddy. I'm yours forever." She bent her head forward, and I watched her long, slim tongue swirl around the red head of my aching dick. It bucked again, begging to be placed in her warm mouth. The feeling of complete bliss and ecstasy flooded through me as I watched my teenaged daughter suckling my cock-head. "I can't believe how yummy you taste, Daddy. I'll never want to stop playing with you."

I just groaned again, and assured her that she was the only woman I could ever possibly want. My delectable daughter. I began running my hand up and down her silky leg; the material felt so wonderful. I reached the top of the stocking where it connected to her pussy. I gripped the thin strap with a thumb and finger, pulled on it, and let it snap back against her thigh. Not too hard, just playful. She giggled around the head of my cock; her tongue dancing like a hummingbird trying to get nectar from a flower. I finally got to feel the bareness of her vaginal region. She did have a few, very faint hairs here and there, but when she started really getting a lot, I would teach her the proper way to completely shave off everything like I do. My nails tickled the outer-reaches of her glorious cunt, as she spread her legs wider for me. While she licked underneath my head, I lightly ran my big finger over her protruding lips, spreading them, and swishing the flabby folds around in circles. She was absolutely dripping all over my fingers, as I spread her lips even wider. I felt a stream of her liquid pop from her canal and trail down onto the bed and her ass-crack.

"Ohhhhhh, Daddy...," she stopped the tongue-lashing for a moment. She rested her head lightly on my stomach, facing my cock that towered over her. She started licking and slurping near the base while I twirled my fingers around. "You are making me feel better than I've ever felt in my life. I love the way you touch my putty-lips."

"And I love everything you do to me, Kayla. And I also love how wet I make your pussy. Let's go to your room, baby. I think we need to really start on these other lessons. Plus, I have to shower first, and get you something special." I gave her cunt one last pat with two fingers. Then I sucked all the fluids from them.

She raised her head up, kissing the cock-head again, and reluctantly let it rest back down on my stomach. She stood up. Damn, she is just one amazing daughter, I thought then--and still do to this day. She cocked her head to the side in a shy manner. "Do you really have to shower, Daddy? I kinda like your cock all sweaty, and sticky from old cum and my spit. It's so much nastier, don't you think?"

"If my baby wants her Cockie to be nasty, then so be it. I kinda think it's a turn-on, myself. I like watching my daughter suck old, dirty cum off it." I stood up, completely naked, dick pointing straight out at her. It was inches from her stomach. "But you do have to understand that I still need to shower, ya know. I can't walk around stinkin, Kayla," I laughed.

"Oh, I know, Daddy. But you can leave it dirty for me before you go into the shower. Then I'll lick and suck it clean for you! Today, though, I just want Cockie to be nasty for me. After our lessons, we'll shower together. Maybe I can even help you shave yourself...if you'll teach me?"

"You know I will, Kay. I told you: We have a lot of fun things ahead of us; a lot of intimate and sexual times to share with each other." I walked over to leave my bedroom and make my way to hers, placing my hand on the small of her back to guide her along beside me.

"Just wait and see what I have planned for your fourteenth birthday, baby. If I can pull it off, but I think I can."

"Ooh, Daddy! What is it? Tell me, tell me, tell me!" Kayla was jumping up and down while we walked down the hall; her tits were bouncing in circles right along with her. They looked so scrumptuous, and I couldn't wait to nibble on them in a little while.

"I can't tell you, you know that. I'm still not even sure I can make it happen. It's...it's difficult to try and do what I'm gonna try and do. But I promise to do my best, Kayla. I mean it." The plan I had could potentially get me into a lot of trouble if I didn't play it right--and with the right person, of course. But I still had three weeks to do it, so I wasn't too worried. When things get rushed, that's when mistakes are made.

"Ok, Daddy! I can wait." She reached out and grabbed my stone-stiff cock again right when we made it to her open door. "After all, we still have a lot of playin to do today."

Kayla ran over to her bed and jumped on it--those tantalizing tits jouncing around again as she layed back against her headboard. Her legs immediately opened wide for me like two silky trees parting for the winds. Her knees were up, and the heels made her calves lengthen and thin out seductively. Placing her hands on her kneecaps, she asked, "So, Daddy, what's in store for today?"

I stood there, flesh-stick still pointing at a forty-five degree angle; I felt a dollup of pre-cum spit out of the glorious head and stream down to the carpet. Her eyes widened. "I have two more special toys for you, Kay. Plus, I'm gonna finger-fuck you, and you're gonna give Daddy a proper hand-job. And, of course, " I added, "cum-swallowing for my baby."

She reached down with both hands and spread her big, fat lips open, showing me her shimmering, virginal hole. I watched as her pussy contracted and shuddered at her ticklish touch. "This is gonna be so cool, Daddy! Go get them while I pull on my lips to get my pussy ready."

I really didn't want to take my eyes from this incestuous delight, but I couldn't wait to get those toys on--and in--her. I regretfully left to head back to my room.

I arrived back at my sweet daughter's room no more than a minute and a half later with two boxes. I quickly placed them on the floor at the foot of her bed so she wouldn't see what they were until I showed them to her. I stood back up, and I could tell she was in total gut-wrenching anticipation of what I had...and what was to "cum".

My daughter kept her face pointed at my drippy rod, as she asked, "Well, Daddy? Show me what you have. Or I'll...I'll...I'll cover up my cunt so you can't see it anymore." She smiled, knowing full-well that she enjoyed me leering at her hot-box. I couldn't believe she was learning the art of witholding already! Dammit, I swore inwardly. But I can play that game, too. The problem was was that I didn't want to, and she knew it. She won.

"Okay, my darling. Here's the first one." I knelt, opened the cardboard box, and held up the small toy for her to see. It was flesh-colored, about four inches long, and not that thick. It had slightly fatter ribs circling it in intervals. Three altogether.

"What's that, Daddy? Another dildo or something?"

"No, my sweet Kayla. It's a butt-plug. I slide this into your tight ass to loosen it up. It will feel really good, and it also serves as something to stretch your ass out so it gets used to having something inside it. This way, I could fuck your asshole sooner than we thought. Is it all right, baby?"

"Oh, please put it in me, Daddy," she moaned, grunting a little afterwards. "I want to feel everything you have for me; in all of my tight holes. I know it's gonna hurt a bit at first--I'm not stupid. But I know that I'll love it soon enough. Do you put it in just like that?"

I shook my head. "No, no, no, Kayla! I have to lube it up with some K-Y jelly, so it slips in easier. I have that, also." I held up the large tube.

"And here's the second toy for our use today." I opened up the other box and displayed the next one to her widely growing eyes. I could tell she was utterly stupified by this one. In my right hand, I held a plastic, see-through cylinder about four inches in length, opened at one end. Attached to the top was a long hose that hung down, and met up with the other end that was in my left hand. On this end was a rubber bulb.

"This is what's called a clit-pump, Kayla. I stick it onto your little clitty, and I squeeze this bulb. Your clitoris will grow and expand, creating a hightened sensitivity. It will feel completely--awesome, as you put it." I grinned like I was just about to play with my teenage daughter. Oh, wait a minute--I was!

"Daddy, you are too good to me. I think your gonna make me spray my cum a lot more than I ever have before! This time," she smiled,"it's goin' all over my Daddy's face and mouth. Would you like that, Daddy?"

"You betchur sexy little ass and cunt I would! Are you ready, baby?"

She opened her legs as wide as they could go. "Ready."

I crawled onto the cushioned bed, and placed the clit-pump on my right. I dribbled the K-Y all over the ass-plug, working it all around with my hand. I knelt in front of her delicious, open-lipped pussy. "Okay, baby. I need for you to bring your legs up towards the sides of your head as far as you can. Just hook your arms under your knees and pull up."

Okay!" She did just that, using her forearms to draw her silky legs up and back. Her tight, puckered bud of asshole was in full display for my hungry eyes; her twat lips flapped around with her girations. Never in my life have I witnessed such sexual beauty as my daughter with her gams pulled back, high-heels pointing straight up.

"Here it comes, my teenage slut. Daddy's gonna fill your little asshole up with this plastic butt-plug." I squirted some more lube on her hole, working it around with my fingertip. She cooed and moaned at my slippery touch. I watched it trail down her crack, and some went the opposite way, slipping in between the crevasse of her cunt. I never wanted to eat a pussy and ass so bad before in my entire life. But that would have to wait a while, I told myself. I ran the head of the plug in circles over her asshole, watching as her eyes watched the toy. My prick was solid cartilage, muscle, and flesh; more pre-cum boiled out of me.

With her ass straight up, she begged, "Please, Daddy! Slip that toy into my ass now! I need you to do it so baaaaaaad!"

I smiled. Slowly, I was popping the tip into her hole; it accepted it wonderfully. I could see her little ring widen and become slightly red as I got a full inch inside of her.

" Mmmmmmmm , Daddy. That's so awesome! I never felt pleasure in having something comin' out of my ass. But, now that something's goin' in...it...feels... great! More, Daddy! Slide it all in reeeeeeal slow. I can't wait to see the whole thing in my tight little butthole."

"You got it, Kay." I loved witnessing her asshole plump out when one of the ribs would clear the outer ring, and settle inside her. She kept grunting and wiggling her shiny legs as the butt-plug was fully inside her. Just the end nub was visible now, and I placed a finger on it. I wiggled it around carefully inside her ass, wanting to expand her insides for my thick cock. "Does that feel real good, my baby-girl? You like it when Daddy stretches your asshole out? You do, don't you, my dirty little whore? You're Daddy's whore from now on, Kayla. I'm gonna have so much fun with you, and you with me. You want the clit-pump now? So we can get that itty bitty clitty sticking out real good?"

She brought one hand down to her bald cunt and started friggin' it like she would never be able to do it again. "Yes, yes, yes! Stick that pump on my clitty, Daddy! Ohhhhhhhhh, Daaaaaaddy! You know exactly what your teenage slut likes. Please pump me till I explode!"

"Before I do that, baby, can you do me a favor? Jerk Daddy's cock a little? Not too much, like before, 'cause I don't wanna cum yet. Although, I feel like I could cum without even touching it. Be gentle, Kayla."

"Oh, Daddy, yes. Bring that horse-cock up here so your daughter can wrap her fingers around it and stroke it nicely. I need to feel that dirty Cockie in my hand; it's even more sticky and gooey now, now that you were leaking pre-cum. I need a taste. Give it to your daughter, Daddy."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I crawled around her and knelt next to her head again. The sunlight bathed her face and my cock as the curtains were wide open. I didn't notice at all; I just wanted my dick yanked on by my delectable daughter. At first she lightly pinched at my shaved sack, pulling the taught skin downward. She grasped my sack in her hand, and kneaded it with her slim fingers. "I love how your big balls feel inside my hand, Daddy. Now it's time to give Cockie his attention." She gripped my thick prick with both hands, one over the other again, and slid them up and down. The head was right above her mouth, because she wanted to make sure that any pre-cum that dribbled out went directly into her opened mouth. She was tugging and pulling tenderly on my large, bloated cock, licking her lips, as a gigantic wad of clear liquid ejected out of the reddened head. It splashed across her lips, and she slurped it into her sweet mouth. "Yummy, yummy, yummy," she moaned again. She was handling my dick with two, almost-expert hands, sliding, and squeezing, and pulling, and tugging, trying to draw out more of my fluids. More did come, but this one was a little stream instead of the usual bubble. It fired out, lashing across her nose, mouth, and chin. A thin stream of pre-cum laced over her face, and she went right at it with her hand and tongue, gathering it all up so she could devour it.

"That...That's enough for now, Kayla," I breathed. I knew that when I pre-came like that, it wouldn't take much for the real deal to spring forth. It still wasn't time, and I was struggling to hold my daughter-making juice inside me. She reluctantly let go of my prick after a swipe at the head with her hot tongue. That almost sent me over the edge into releasing my charge, but I held back after years of experience. Her face looked so pretty with the remnants of my cum shining in the light. I kissed her on the lips, and made my way back down to my previous spot between her legs.

"Thank you so much for that, Kay. You are a wonderful cock-stroker. I can't wait to see how good of a cock- sucker you are when we do it. But for now, let's get this clit even more puffy and fat than it already is." I reached for the lube again, and grabbed the pump.

"Pull your legs all the way back and down again, Kay, like before. This way you can watch as your clit gets huge!"

She responded with enthusiasm, settling her knees on either side of her head with her arms pressing them down behind her knees. "My putty looks so tasty, Daddy! Maybe if we work on it, I could stretch myself far enough to eat my own cunt? Like those flexible people"--she didn't know the word "contortionist"--"we saw at the circus."

I had squeezed a few drops of lube onto my fingertips, getting ready to swipe it around her pink clit. "I think we could do that, baby. Your body's pretty flexible as it is. All's I would have to do is get you some yoga DVDs, and eventually you'll be chowing your own pussy in no time! I've only seen one movie and a couple of pictures of that on the internet before; I would love to see my darling daughter do it."

I lathered up her precious clit with a nice amount of K-Y, watching in disbelief as her large lips quivered, and her tiny hole opened and closed. It was as if her virginal twat was expecting me to ram something in her. I was going to eventually, of course. I couldn't stop myself now if I tried. Her moaning increased as I played with her lips and clit with both hands. I wanted to eat her fleshy mound of teen-daughter pussy so fuckin' bad I was practically drooling! And then, as I was just about to connect the pump, I actually did drool! A large glob of my saliva fell from my mouth, landing right in her hole. She saw it, and started fidgeting around, and swirling her hips.

"Please eat me, Daddy! Please. I know you want to, and I need you to. Just hurry up and stick that thing on my clitty, then lick...my...pussy....Daddy. It's burning so bad and she needs to be cooled off. I know that wasn't part of the lesson for today, but why don't we just combine your fingering with eating me, and I'll combine your hand-job with a suck-off? Wouldn't that be fun, Daddy?"

"Once again, my daughter has come up with another great idea. Okay, Kayla. Let me pump up that clit, then we'll sixty-nine for as long as I can hold out. You know what a sixty-nine is, right, Kay?" I placed the open end of the tube over her shimmering, slick clit.

"Yeah, Daddy! I saw pictures of it in that book. It looks so, so yummy. Can I face the mirror so I can watch your horse-cock goin' in and out of my mouth?"

"Sure, darlin'. And, if you want me to, I'll set up my video camera so we can watch us do it anytime we want to? Would you like to make some movies with your Daddy?" I held the bulb in my right hand while resting the actual pump on her clitoris, getting ready.

"That would be the absolute coolest, Daddy! And, as long as our faces don't show, can we put them on the internet? That would be sooooooo dirty." She spread her cunt-lips wide, waiting for her next pleasure-session to commence.

"I think we could do that, hun. I have a peer-to-peer file-sharing program. I always see movies of incest on there, and I know ours would drive people crazy! Okay; let me get that camera set up before I pump you. I'll be back as fast as I can." I gave the bulb a couple of introductory squeezes, just to apply enough pressure to make it stick without anyone having to hold it. She cooed and groaned, begging for me to hurry back and make her clit explode.

I returned in record time; her legs were still held against the bed, her face staring at the pump protruding from her cunt. I set the camera up at an angle to where no one could see our faces. I zoomed it right on to her bald, little snatch. Getting back into position, I asked her if she was ready for her clit to grow to unusual lengths. She replied by begging me to "Please hurry, Daddy!". Her eyes--as well as mine--were locked onto her pussy like the pump was locked onto her clit. I began to gently and slowly squeeze the rubber bulb, about once every three seconds. Nothing was really happening at first, as was always the case. She gazed at me with absolute love and passion as we watched the first developments of her clit being enlarged. It started rising and becoming light-red. "Oh, my Daddy! It is getting bigger! Look at it! Oh, God, that feels so fuckin' good. Keep pumpin' that clitty till it fills that tube-thingy! Daddy, I love you, I love you, I love you. Please don't stop, Daddy!"

"Never, baby. And I love you, too. And this delicious, glorious cunt you have. How does it feel to have your clit pumped with a plug in your tight, little asshole? Feel good, Kayla?" I was squeezing more and more often now, now that her clit was extending and getting used to the extra pressure. It was rapidly filling the tube, and it resembled a small cock, with a tiny head and all. I kept pumping away while I held onto the end of the butt-plug, slowly swirling it around inside her ass. I knew she was going to cum soon, and I wanted it all in my mouth. But I preferred that we should sixty-nine when we came.

"You know, I love being filled in all my holes, Daddy. I wish I had a brother so he could have his cock in my mouth while you fuck my pussy and jam something inside my ass. That would be awesome! I mean, you're the only cock I need, Daddy, but it would feel nice to be filled everywhere. Know what I mean, sexy-Daddy?"

"That would be great, Kay. Too bad we didn't have another kid for you to play with. Maybe we--meaning me and you--could have another kid someday? And then me and my grandson could fuck you anytime we wanted?" I was also thinking of other possibilities, as well. Some involving another guy or kid; he would have to have a large cock, though. Not bigger than mine, of course, but my daughter needed only the best for her sexual needs. Hmmmmmm...

I kept pumping her up while she was moaning and pulling on her long lips with both hands. A trickle of her cunt-honey plopped out of her twat, running across her labia, and landing on her tits. She tried to reach it with her tongue, but culdn't. So she let go of a leg to swipe up her liquid and suck it off her fingers while mumbling something about her putty being scrumptious.

"Remember, honey. Don't cum for Daddy yet; as soon as your clitty fills this tube with all its fatness and glory, we'll sixty-nine. Then we can both cum buckets!"

"Okay, Daddy, but it's gettin' kinda hard for me to...uh...keep..it...in," she whispered. "Look at how huge my clit is! Holy shit! I can feel it pressing against the insides of that tube! Daddy, I can't wait to watch you suck on it. Can we do it now, Daddy? Pleeeeeease?"

"You're right, Kay. My mouth is watering for your cunny. Listen to the sound it makes when I pull it off, baby." I stopped squeezing, and pressed the button for the release valve. It hissed, and I just yanked the tube right off. It came off with a pop! sound, and we giggled together.

Her hand immediately went to her extremely sensitive, and bulging clit. It had to be about two inches long, and as thick as my thumb. "Good Lord, Daddy! This is so fuckin' wonderful! I...think-- unghhhhh . Oh, Daddy. If I don't stop...pinching it, I'm really gonna shoot." She released her clit with hesitation, and watched it as it flopped around.

I wanted so terribly to give it a long suck and a kiss, but I knew she would be firing off in no time. I got off the bed, walked over so the camera could see my long, thick, veiny, totally shaved cock. I said to the little microphone on the top. "As you just saw, I pumped my darling daughter's clit. Now we are going to suck each other off for everyone to see. Enjoy." I zoomed out so the whole bed was on the scene.

"But, Daddy. If you want people to see us sucking on each other, but you don't want them to see our faces, how're you gonna do that?"

"Easy, Kayla," I said, as I got back on the bed, lying on my back so she would be facing the mirror on the west wall with her mouth stretched by her Daddy's meat. She was still looking at me, waiting for an answer before dropping that pussy onto my face. "I have special equipment, enabling me to place black dots over most of our faces, while still being capable of seeing just our mouths and cheeks sucking and licking. This is gonna be a day to remember, baby-girl."

I spread my legs, making my prick bounce on my stomach with just the muscles -•"‘ned her head towards me. "Right, Daddy?"

"Right, my delectable daughter. Now suck Daddy's thick cock while he chews and sucks on your big-ass clit and fat lips. I know you're gonna have to get used to how big I am, baby. Just take your time. We have the rest of our lives together, remember."

We set to work.

I felt her wet tongue spiraling around the bulbous head, while she gently stroked my pole. "Daddy, your cock is all cummy and dirty. You want your disgusting daughter to clean you up with her mouth? Huh, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby. Do it. Do it now; I need it so fuckin' bad! Suck that dick; suck that dick; suck that dick!"

And she did just that. The head went right in, and I wanted to see how it stretched her mouth out, so I peeked under us again. It was fantastic the way her cheeks were filled with the thickest part of my enlarged cock. She bounced her head up and down, trying to control herself. She slobbered all over it, drooling her spit down the shaft in small streams. I heard a slight moan, like it came from far-off, or something. I didn't pay attention to it; I assumed, of course, that it was my daughter grumbling around her father's prick. She now had about two inches in her little mouth, and I was feeling too good to ever be able to pen down or describe. I would say heaven like other writers do, but I think my actions with my daughter are evil enough without mentioning the final resting place for our souls.

Anyway. It was time for me to finally taste my young daughter's twat as I felt she was in control of her sucking; it's like she was meant to suck me off, or something. She was so damn good at it. I slid my tongue in long swipes from just under her clit to her asshole that was still being stretched by the butt-plug. I didn't want to attack her clit yet, cause I know she would blow her load. She mumbled something unintelligible around the thickness of meat that was in her mouth; it was like she didn't want to pull her mouth from me under any circumstances. I kept licking her pussy from bottom to top, savoring her deliciousness. Her natural scent was intoxicating, and it made my head swim from ecstasy. I sucked one of her flabby lips into my mouth, pulling it and stretching it out as far as it would go. Then I would let it snap back as it wiggled around. Her cunt-hole produced a thin bubble of her girly-cum, and it popped right in my mouth. She was lovely like no other woman could ever hope to be. I began working my fingers around the outside of her plump pussy and filled asshole, spreading her juices all around. Taking little nibbles of her cunt-flesh, I eased a middle finger inside her tight teenage twat.

She lifted her head from my cock for the first time, and said, "Holy crap, Daddy! I didn't know fun like this existed. I am going to force as much of your horse-cock down my throat now, Daddy, while you jam your finger into my putty. When you're ready to cum, suck on my clitty so maybe we can cum at the same time." Her mouth--now getting accustomed to my girth and length--went right back to work. She would get half an inch in everytime she plowed it back into her throat. It felt like my dick was being pumped by a wet machine instead of my little girl. This is so fucking hot! I thought on that day.

"You got it, Kayla. Swallow as much of Cockie as you can, baby. Don't worry, though. The way you are, you'll be deepthroating me in no time."

I felt almost half of my cock inside her slick throat as I lapped at her puss. More and more of her cum was dribbling out from her tiny fuck-hole, and I ate every morsel. I still couldn't believe that a pussy could expand and contract like hers was doing as I had half a finger in her. I could feel it sucking at it! I couldn't wait much longer to feel my cock nestled inside this superb juice-box of daughter twat. I could feel my ball-sack begin to tighten, and I knew I would be cumming soon. Her nyloned legs were squirming around, and they felt sweet on my skin.

Now my daughter seemed to be stuck with just half my pole inside her mouth, but that was fine with me. The suction she was capable of producing was mind-blowing. She used her other hand to fondle my balls, twirling the large egg-shaped testicles in her hand with a surgeon's touch. Pooled all around the base and sack was a pond of her spit. I loved how sloppy she was with my cock in her.

I started working my finger in and out...in and out...in and out of her tight cunny. I only had half in, also, because I didn't want to break her cherry with my finger--that was for Cockie and Cockie only. As I finger-banged my teenage daughter, I started doing two things that would drive her past the world of pleasure, and into the realm of unconceivable delights. While I fingered her cunt with my right hand, I began to chew on her gigantic clit, and slowly pull the butt-plug from her sweet asshole. All of her scents were combing for a most exquisite potpourri for my nose. Her asscheeks and legs started shaking violently, as I knew what was to come. Her asshole looked delicious as the slightly-stained-brown plug was being extracted.

"Daddy...Oh my Gawwwwwwd! You are unbelievable; the things you do to me. Keep sucking and fingering and pulling that plug from my asshole. I want to cum all over your face, Daddy! And I want you to fill my tummy with your cummy. Soon! Oh...oh... ohhhhhhh... I'm gonna suck you like you've never been sucked before, Daddy Here it comes!"

She went right for it with gusto, burying half my cock again in one straight plunge. She jacked her head up and down in a blonde-haired fury. I was amazed at the sight of her gaped asshole when the plug was finally released from its dirty prison. Pistoning my finger in and out of her, I bit down on her clit, and shook my head from side to side. She was mumbling around my prick again, and she made wet, suckling noises while she was devouring my thick rod. The feel of that huge clit was wonderful to say the least. I sucked it like the small cock that it resembled.

"Daddy...Oh fuck, Daddy! I'm gonna...I'm gonna... Cuuuuuuuuuum!"

I watched her pussy do its little dance of pulsing and opening that so mesmerized me that first time I witnessed such glory. My daughter's cunt hosed my eyes, nose, cheeks, chin, and--of course--my open mouth. Her cum slammed into the back of my throat with enormous force. It was creamy white, and smelled just like her virgin cunt. Stream after stream poured forth from my teen's delightful snatch, covering my face and hair completely. I kept frigging and pinching her clit while she kept on spraying her father's face with her girly seed. I watched her pound her throat down on my cock like she needed me to erupt in her mouth right then and there. So I did.

As her hot lines of juice covered my face, I just let my load fly. "Here's your breakfast, baby!"

I could see my cock jump (it was kind of hard because of all her semen in my eyes) and felt the sperm rising from its home. It boiled up from, what seemed to be, the very center of my being. I knew this load would put all others to shame. I was not disappointed as I felt my own hose-like stream burst from the tip of my cock that was nestled in my teen daughter's throat. She kept making mmph...mmph...mmph noises as my cum drenched the inner walls of her mouth and throat. Her cunt was now down to a slow trickle, fauciting out tiny spurts here and there, all landing in my open mouth and across my lips. I sucked it all up greedily. My white jism waterfalled down around my wet, soaked cock, because she couldn't handle it all. But she just kept up the sucking and swallowed as much as she could. I knew she would use her tongue to orally snort up the rest of it, along with her teen-cream all over my face.

We were both breathing like we just ran the Iron Man event. Her hole looked scrumptuous as she lifted her body off of mine tiredly. My daughter strolled over to the front of the camera, ass shaking and with trails of girly-cum trickling down her inner thigs. She bent forward, exposing her sloppy cunt to me once again, and stated: "Can everyone see my Daddy's cum all over my chin and lips? He tastes delightful! This has been Part 1 in an on-going series that I like to call 'I'm My Daddy's Slut'. Keep looking on your sites for more movies from us, you little perverts." After that, she spit a bit of leftover jizz onto the camera for all to see. She turned back to me, smiling, her face alight with a sheen from my sperm.

After turning the camera off, she layed down next to me, ogling my half-erect prick. "I really do love you, Daddy. I can't wait to see what's in store for me next time! When are you going to take your daughter's sweet cherry?" She patted "Cockie", as she started licking her cream from my face. We kissed, delving our tongues into each other's wet, open mouths. I gripped her tit, and applied soft pressure as I grazed my fingers over her little nipple.

After a moment of pure loving kisses, I answered, "What I was thinking of was, since you loved the plug in your asshole so much earlier, I thought you might want to leave it in there overnight. This way your hole will be ready for my cock tomorrow. I was going to break you in on your birthday; it's only a few weeks away, ya know?"

"Oh, Daddy! I would love to have that plug in my ass all night, imagining that it's your dick. But I always thought that you would want my cherry before you fucked my ass? And why did you tell me what you were giving me for my birthday? I thought it was a surprise?" She playfully smacked my prick again, giggling as it bounced around.

"Trust me, Kayla. I have another surprise for you, but it might not work. Like I said before. But if not, at least you'll have your little pussy stuffed full of Cockie. And once we do it the first time, you're gonna love it everytime I enter you, baby. I promise. I just really need to fuck, so I figure your tight ass is an excellent place to start. Any objections?"

"No fuckin' way, Daddy! Wake me up in the morning by licking my pussy, then I'll give up my dirty asshole to you. That's how I wanted you to wake me up this morning, but I just couldn't keep myself outta your room." She gripped my thickness with her right hand as she started finger-banging her twat with her other one.

After feeding me some more of her cum, I said, "No problem there, sweetheart. I think we both need showers and lots of sleep. Go into my closet and look around. Your Mother has a lot more lingerie in there for you. She has a coupla pair of different-sized boots. And different material, too. Have a pair on for me in the morning, along with another pair of stockings; I just love those. You look so devourable in them!" I began taking little nibbles of her ear and neck.

"Okay, Daddy. I would love to do that--and anything--for you. But now, I really need a nap. After I get up, why don't I dress like a whore, and you could take me out to dinner as your girlfriend. You know damn well that I could fool anyone into thinkin' that I'm at least eighteen if I wanted." Her head lowered to my crotch, and she engulfed my sticky head with her vise-like lips. Sucking sounds filled her room again as I inserted three fingers into her pussy. Damn, I couldn't wait to bust her hymen so I could jam them all the way in, I thought.

"We sure can do that, Kayla. You are now my girl in every way. Forever. That's it, baby. Suck Daddy off one more time before we take our naps as I play with your fat-lipped slit. Oh, yeah! Your Daddy's little filthy, cock-worshipping, anal whore. Suck it! Suck it! Suck it, my delectable daughter...."

As the cock disappeared deep down into the confines of the teenager's throat, the neighbor--Christine Wills (divorcee, thirty-five, black-haired, full-titted, sexy single mother of a sixteen-year-old boy)--watched with a bewildered look on her face. She didn't know what to do. It was mutual, what was going on inside the girl's bedroom, sure. But should she call the cops? Should she ignore it and go on with her life? Then, after consideration: Should she try and join in sometime? She shook her head. Christine Will was very confused by what was transpiring in front of her.

Surely that wasn't a burning, needing, wanting sensation between her legs, was it?

Feeling very dirty for a plethora of reasons, Christine returned to her home to think things through.

"What should I do...? What should I do...? "

 

To be cunt-inued...

and sat on the couch off to the side before me. I looked up to him. He looked a little disturbed but not quite. I never could read his emotions. He sat silently staring toward the floor. He was deep in thought for sure.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“Mom just wanted to call and say that she would be home early,” he replied monotonously.

It seemed boring enough. We were probably going out or something when she got home, that would explain why Ean looked to be just waiting with me. His deep state of thought, that was nothing new. Mom probably said we were going out to eat and gave him the choice of where. He was probably weighing the pros and cons of each restaurant in the city.

My mind faded back to the story before me. Fifteen minutes passed by, maybe half an hour; time is in a quasi state when you’re into a good book. Ean stood up and walked to me.

“Stand up,” he said. I looked up.

“Why?”

“Do you trust me?” That question from his mouth. Those words. Whenever he really wanted me to obey him, he always asked me if I trusted him. He was the smartest person I knew besides dad or mom. He never hurt me. Any jokes he did play on me always left me laughing in the end. I trusted everything to him. He was my only friend.

I put my book onto the side table next to the recliner and stood up. Ean immediately grabbed me and pulled me into his body. He whispered down into my ear.

“Dad died. Just awhile ago. I’ll always protect you.”

He was too serious. He would never lie about something like that. Dad died. No. Why?

My arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Ean. He was so big. So warm. Comfortable. I couldn’t understand a thing that went through his mind. I didn’t know why he did it the way he did, but for some reason, it felt the easiest for me. Just me and him. Standing alone hugging each other. My silent tears in soaking through his t-shirt onto his ribs.

I didn’t want to be alone then and I didn’t want mom. Mom must’ve been crushed. I would be ashamed to cry in front of her. Ean was so strong. He was my best friend. My only friend. I missed dad so much.

The distinct muffed sound of the garage door opening moved through the silent house. I continued crying into Ean’s body. Every time I tried to toughen myself up to face mom, Ean squeezed me a little harder into him. He was pressing my emotions from me.

The door opened from the garage. I meekly turned to face mom’s torn face as she entered. She looked from me to Ean. She looked almost surprised and distraught that I was in his arms, that I was crying, that I knew about dad.

“She’s stronger than you think.” The words reverberated down the bones of my brother into my jaw. Mom almost ran to us and wrapped her arms wide around our bodies.

I never really understood my brother. The more pressure you put on him, the more amazing things he did. I would be scared of his uncanny ability to manipulate any situation he wanted if I wasn’t his little sister. He swore to protect me. He was my big brother. The only thing better than having that knowledge yourself was having a big brother that did. That way I would be free from the burdens I always imagined he suffered from, but I would reap the rewards of his generosity.

I had never seen somebody look so calm in such distressing situations. He held in all emotion while moving and talking to benefit everybody around him. I would say he was incredibly selfless, but my inability to understand why he did what he always did kept me from knowing whether he was enjoying it all. What looked like nobility to me could all just be an interesting game to him. Either way, he was my big brother and I was in love with him.

Three more days had passed and the first week of high school concluded. I had chosen to take up residence next to Montana in math class. Unassigned seats had to be the best part of high school. Montana had personality, at least the kind I liked, but her math skills weren’t all that great. She wasn’t shy about that fact either.

When she suggested that maybe she should come over some time if she needed homework help, I questioned whether or not she was just bluffing confusion in math to sneak peeks at my brother. She did talk about him a lot. At least more than I wanted her to.

Apparently her and her older sister Crystal had always been a bit distant emotionally. Crystal fell into a bad crowd according to her. My brother was the best thing to ever happen to her but unfortunately he came too late.

Montana had a weird view on her sister’s death. She missed her and went very distraught when she first heard about it, but her mind played it down fairly quick. I didn’t want her anywhere near Ean. She only brought him up a few times about what her sister mentioned about him over the phone but the times she did talk about him, she raved. I loved her as a friend; the first real one I could ever remember besides my brother, but I thought it best to keep her at somewhat of a distance.

Ean was my best friend. Montana was a real friend. My only two friends. I had to keep them away from each other. Apart, they both relied on me so much. That was best. I had to make sure they didn’t meet.

It was the end of a four day week of school. What I thought would be the worst week of my life turned out to be one of the best. Dinner wasn’t the best though. Macaroni and Cheese. Also Ean kept to himself mostly after we fell asleep together. He looked better though.

I was walking from the kitchen to my room when he called me.

“Maeghan, come here.” I stopped at his room just before mine and walked into his open door. I looked at him waiting for a question. He just sat on the end of his bed looking at me. “Take off your clothes.”

My stomach turned to stone. What? What did he say? No question, no revelation, just an order, to do that!

“Right here. Get naked for me.”

I was speechless. My body was stiff and very heavy. What was happening?

“Do it – or get out of my room.”

He gave me a choice. The absolute hardest choice in the world. I wasn’t in a horny mood at all. If I had been, I still wouldn’t know what to do. I had to think back to what we did before that week. Everything we talked about. Everything I promised I would do for him. I was in the heat of the moment then. I was just an ordinary girl now. Just his fourteen year old sister.

Ean just stared at my face. Was he testing me? Was he checking to see if I was telling him the truth earlier? Seeing if he could trust me? He didn’t have to ask me verbally. This was a matter of trust. Could he trust my word? All the confusion I caused him with that night. It was now. Did I really mean what I said or just say it to make him feel better?

I meant every single word of it. Even if I wasn’t horny right then, I would be in time. I would be when I left the room and thought about all the possibilities of what could have just happened. He was my brother. I loved him. I wanted to fall asleep every night in his arms. I wanted to lose my virginity to him. I would show him how serious I was. I would damn right show him how much I loved him. How much I liked it when he touched me that night. He could trust me. If he was having mixed thoughts of me, I would make it very clear what thoughts I wanted him to promote.

I moved back my left leg and stepped on the heel of my right shoe. I lifted and pulled my foot out. I repeated the motion to remove my other shoe. I worked slowly. Ean was staring at me. I didn’t know how far he would let me go. I hoped he would tell me to stop soon enough and we could just cuddle. I felt weird and embarrassed standing in front of him slowly taking my clothes off. Although, a tiny thought stood at attention in the back of my mind; a hope that he wouldn’t tell me to stop at all.

I crouched down and lifted each foot one at a time to remove my socks. I was bare foot now. Standing before him in my jeans and a t-shirt. The moment of truth. I had to choose between my pants and shirt. He had seen me in my nightgown plenty of times; that showed off a fair amount of my legs. Pants next.

I unbuckled the belt and pulled it apart. Unbuttoned, unzipped. Ean stared at me. Not my face now, my hands. My shaking hands as they fumbled just in front of my pubic region. I slowly bent forward as I pushed my pants down off my legs and stepped out of them.

His door was open. I didn’t know why but in the empty house, I would’ve felt a little less awkward if his bedroom door wasn’t wide open.

My heart was beating soo incredibly fast. I didn’t know how I would survive this. He was so emotionless. Watching me so calmly as I got naked so slowly in front of him. I knew he could see what it was doing to me. He sat and watched me being tortured half to death.

I slowly lifted my shirt off my torso. I pulled it over my head and off of my arms. I dropped it. I was in my underwear then. My thin panties and a training bra. Mom said when she returned we would go buy some new bras for me. She said I was just about an A-cup. I felt so ashamed. So young. So embarrassed standing before of my older brother in those two pieces of fabric. His eyes scanned me. He still didn’t move or say anything. He wanted me out of those as well.

I reached behind me to take off my bra. I thought that made me look most childish in front of him. That embarrassed me the most. It fell off my arms to the ground. My little breasts were chilly in the open air. They were sweating.

Might as well end it. In one slow fluid motion, I removed my panties. I stood in the midst of the pile of my clothes. I was completely naked in front of my brother. He stared intently at my small flat body. It’s almost boyish figure.

“Come here.”

I was about to vomit from anxiety. I eagerly walked to him. I wanted him to comfort me. Tell me that I did a great job. Tell me that he loved me and everything was perfect now.

My naked body almost fell into his arms. I was so weak. I couldn’t stand up anymore. He held me. He supported all my weight. He pulled me back onto the bed with him. My naked body flipped over onto my back. I was drug up the mattress; my head rested on one of his pillows. He pulled off of me and sat crossed legged next to me on the mattress, staring down at my naked little body.

“Masturbate for me.”

My chilled tummy inhaled deeply. Why did he not stop? Why did he just not end this somehow? He was dragging me into something I didn’t want to do but I knew I could never deny him. If I did, everything would be lost. He would never trust me again.

My eyes were watering. My face trembled. He could see it all yet he remained emotionless, staring down at me. He was waiting. What if I just started crying? Would he stop then? Would he comfort me? Would he tell me everything was ok?

He said I was stronger than mom thought. I was his little sister. I was like him. I was strong. I had to go on. If I cried, what if he left? What if he just shunned me as a little girl? What if he thought he hurt me? He would leave for sure and never come back.

I reached my hand down and pressed it against my slit. I ran my finger up inside just the crack. I found my clitoris. Only that could give me pleasure in the state my mind was in then. I rubbed the little button for about a minute before I noticed Ean moving. I was trying to only stare at my body and forget he was even there.

I looked over at him uncrossing his legs and sitting up. I kept rubbing myself. My mind couldn’t deny the pleasure of the body. My nipples were becoming erect. Ean stood on his knees beside me. He unbuckled his belt and popped loose his pants button.

I was becoming scared shitless. What was happening? What was he going to do? I wanted to lose my virginity to him for sure but not right then. Not like that. Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn’t stop him. I wouldn’t stop him.

He unzipped his pants. I was about to see it. For the first time. Then I would lose my virginity. I was crying. I would have sex for the first time crying. My brother would have sex with his little sister as she cried. He wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t. I had to trust him. He was too smart. He had to have a plan.

In one swoop, his jeans and boxers fell. His massive hard penis bounced before me. I say massive but I had no real idea in comparing it to the normal size. All I knew was it was way bigger than anything I ever attempted or even thought about putting inside me.

Ean reached over and scooted my naked body a little more toward the center of his queen bed. Then he pulled one leg over me. His pants and boxers were pulled down and resting on me just above my knees. I diligently kept rubbing my little mound. My fingers lingering in my brand new pubic hairs. I kept my hand as closed over my vagina as possible. I didn’t want to lose my virginity like that.

Then he dropped over me onto his hands and knees. He reached one hand out and then back before sitting back up on his legs. A small bottle of some kind of lotion or something was in his hand. It tipped and a line of its contents oozed onto his hand.

Ean closed the bottle and tossed it into my pile of clothes. His lotioned hand then squeezed around his penis. He rubbed around the whole length of it a few time twisting and turning his hand before he began just moving back and forth repeatedly.

I didn’t know what to think. I was completely naked on my brother’s bed masturbating at his command while his hovered over me stroking his penis. I hated it and loved it. If only I knew what he was thinking. If I knew more, I could just enjoy everything about the moment. But the anxiety, curiosity, everything I didn’t know was eating away at me.

When I had an orgasm I got really wet. Boys shoot something out I learned. That made babies in girls. Semen. Sperm. I had to say one thing at least, I was getting really excited to see what would happen when he had an orgasm.

His hand moved back and forth over his penis as he stared down at me. At my body. I couldn’t help but blush. He was masturbating to me. To my naked body. My fingers picked up pace on my own masturbation.

Then Ean started rocking and bucking his hips back and forth. He was going to do it. He was really going to have an orgasm. Right there. Right on top of me. I stopped everything and held my breath. My fingers stopped moving. I stared at his sex organ as in bounced in and out of his hand. He was squeezing it hard. Then he stopped. Just as he pushed out toward me he stopped and held it there.

I couldn’t describe it at first but something shot out of the little hole at the tip of his penis. A jolt of some liquid flew through the air. Then another one. A searing hot splash of some thick goo pounded into my breast. I wanted to look and see what just happened there but I wouldn’t for the life of me pry my eyes from the engorged purple mushroom poking from my brother’s hand as it squirted more and more stuff toward me. Semen. Sperm.

The liquid soon stop shooting from the penis and eventually started oozing out. Ean dropped back to his hands and just hovered over me. I didn’t look to see where he was looking. I stared and stared at the hanging monster now over my stomach. It leaked that white liquid onto my belly. I could feel the hot feeling of it seep into my belly button. They called it cum. I sometimes called my own liquid that when I got wet but guys really owned that word. They really know how to use the word for all its worth. That was something to be proud about. If I could do that, I would be doing it every hour of every day. It looked so amazing and so powerful. So much pleasure.

The penis slowly started shrinking above me. More semen leaked from the collapsing cylinder onto my belly. I finally pulled my eyes from it and looked down my body. It was on my breast. It was all over my body. So much of it. It was amazing.

Ean collapsed his right arm and rolled to my side and onto his back.

“Do you hate me?”

I was speechless at his voice. What he just put me through. I stripped naked for him while he sat and watch fully clothed. I started masturbating for him as he watched me cry in shame. He cummed all over me. My body was littered with my older brother’s sperm. I never felt more alive in my life. I wanted to marry him. Spend every day of my life with him.

“I never loved you so much. I’m never going to let you live this down.” I said breathlessly. “I want you so bad and you’re the only guy I’ve ever wanted. You can never do anything that will make me think otherwise.” I wanted to roll over and hug him so bad but I didn’t know if he would get mad. My body was coated in his sperm. “How often do you do that? Masturbate, I mean.”

“Not any recently. That was the first time in a long while. I’m just so confused.”

That was the first time in my life I had ever heard him say that. Ean, confused. Wow! I must really have an impact on him.

“Are you still a virgin?” he asked.

“Of course I am. You know I don’t have any friends. Who would want me?”

“You’re amazing!” he butted in. “You’re amazing. You’re so unique and intricate. I know people don’t understand you but I love that. Don’t even get me started on your body. When did you get so hot? I was scared to death you would leave me after this. You’re amazing. If you pulled your head of a book every now and then, you would notice the boys looking at you. Their all just intimidated because you already know what you want. You’re too powerful for them. I was scared you didn’t really love me like you said.

“Damn it. You really know how to screw up my mind. I still don’t understand how I feel about you, but something about you says for once in my life, you actually know more, and I should trust you.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. A blessing and a curse in one. I liked power but I like him having power even more. I hated responsibility. But I really got to him. I was getting my wish. If anything went wrong, it was my fault though.

Ean’s body rolled over onto me. His semen smeared into his shirt as he hugged me so tight.

“I’ll always protect you. I trust you Maeghan. I trust you. I grew up alone with a distant father to guide me. You do whatever you think you want. I’ll guide you. I’ll help you. I’ll always protect you. You’re my little sister. I’d expect nothing less from you than to give it your best shot.”

I was scared and comforted at the same time. All I could do physically at the time was cry. Cry and agree with him. Trust him.