Chapter 1, The morning after a morning after
The day after your unplanned trip to the sea was a Friday. The second to last Friday before the school term came to an end. You woke up to find your daughter still lying next to you, awake but simply watching you. Waiting...
You grabbed hold of her and rolled on top, pinning her arms up beside her head. A wicked little smirk spread across her face. Her eyes burning up at you, daring and seducing. You had her trapped bodily, but with the bond you shared both knew what this meant. She wasn't going to school today. She had broken down that final wall of yours. You were going to fuck her and fuck her... just as she wanted, and you were powerless to stop yourself. Leaning in for a kiss you already felt your erection brushing against the prickling short hairs of her crotch. While you were distracted by the dance of tongues she quickly pulled one arm free, toppling you down closer to catch on one elbow. That free hand reached straight for your cock, lining it up with her own entrance.
She bit your lower lip, pinching the sensitive flesh between her teeth and pulling: not hard, but enough to prevent you regaining your balance. Enough to show you who was in control. Then she pulled you into herself, eyes locked to yours and not blinking once as your entire length was devoured by her pussy. The process was all one long, slow push. A steady, constant pressure that gave her body plenty of time to adjust to every inch of you as it arrived. Only once your balls were resting against her ass did she release your lip and break her stare. Closing her own eyes and biting her own lip instead, as if to savour the moment you reached her centre.
Then the spell was broken. The beast inside of you woke up to find itself buried in a foolish little girl who'd left her legs wide open. You began thrusting at a pace far too violent for this time in the morning, causing her to gasp and grab the headboard, else be crushed up against it. You heard a startled pigeon leap off the window frame outside as your daughter let out a series of startled but laughing yelps. She kept her eyes closed but beamed like the sun as you slammed yourself into her, her bent knees swinging wide as her hips ricocheted off the mattress.
Soon enough she was pressed up against the headboard, her neck having to twist at an angle while her shoulders began banging wood to wall. You pulled her back from this, never stopping your thrusting assault on her innards. Scooping her legs together you pulled them up onto your shoulders so that you were now pumping down through her, directly toward the bedsprings. She opened those lids once more and challenged you with fluttering lashes. Were you fucking her? They seemed to say. Screwing this innocent little angel in the morning light, when by all that was right she should be already skipping to school with her friends, pleated skirts flicking in the breeze. It only made you drive into her harder, which of course was the desired effect. Her knees were nearly either side of her head now, she reached out her own arms to hold them, mainly to stop them crashing into her own ears. She pulled herself further open to you, every shift of her hips bringing a new angle to bore into her from. A new combination of muscles to grab at you as your cock delved and drowned in her.
There were so many sensations to draw from her, so many of her own bundles of nerves to ignite. Each one hiding a new reaction. A new gasp or gulp or giggle. A new clench of her stomach or buck of her pelvis. A wriggle of her toes or scratch of claw like nails. Now you had truly claimed her it became obvious... you would struggle ever to find a reason not to be inside her. That great descent had passed... What point was there in struggling against lesser slopes?
You took her legs back off her, pulling them up, up and together. She was still a small and light framed girl, you could grasp her ankles in one hand and lift her ass up off the bed. Most of her weight fell back on her shoulders, but her hips could swing like a pendulum. You slammed against them as fast and hard as you could, her voice answering each meeting with a sharp yelp. Once again her gulping passages drew your climax toward them. You held it off as long as possible, a trial of strength and stamina as you taught her this old man still had lessons of his own to teach a cocky young pussy.
Then, when you could wait no longer, you pulled out and slid between her thighs, a welcome return to previous haunts. Your load splashed up the length of her, from belly to forehead. You let the spurts paint abstract patterns across the little slut, while she huffed and panted her way back down from blustery heights. You dropped her feet and collapsed back on your haunches, admiring your handiwork. She was a splayed out mess of a girl, arms and legs wide and dripping with cum. She stared up at the white ceiling and let loose that ever so familiar peal of laughter. The morning had barely begun. You laughed too, realizing that seeing her like that already had you back up to half-mast.
It was quite possible you wouldn't survive this daughter of yours.
Chapter 2, A sickness they cannot deny
Once the head-rushes had worn off you realised you had better phone her school and let them know she would be... indisposed today. A task that was made considerably more difficult by the fact she was shoving her round little ass in your face while swallowing you whole down below. Her puckered star of an anus winked at you while the number rang through, causing you to wriggle a finger into it while your thumb played with the folds below. All of which was quite hard to leave out of your voice while a stern, middle aged secretary took your details.
The woman was surprisingly ferocious in her interrogation of you, as if the possibility that you could be lying to get your now-adult daughter out of a non-consequential day of school was a personal attack upon her. You stuck to guns though, claiming the girl must have eaten something funny last night. A claim which nearly choked the subject in question as she tried her best to distract you with her deepthroating efforts.
In a spark of genius you feigned anger at the secretary's doubts, exclaiming: "Listen! She's throwing up right now if you want proof! I'm trying to hold back her hair while I waste time talking to you!" Then holding the phone near your child's coughing and spluttering as she almost tried to breathe your cock into her lungs. The woman was much more apologetic after this, making you feel slightly guilty for tricking her so. She was just doing her job after all... and if she really knew what was going on...
The task was done however, the rest of the world was suitably pushed away, its billion eyes pointed away from what occurred within these walls of yours. You and her were free, for three whole days, just to delight in the company of each other. You continued to dip that index finger in and out of her anus, thumbing her pussy thoughtfully. Watching her devote herself to sucking at you as if this was simply how she would spend any free minute from now on. This was going to be a long weekend. A very long weekend.
In fact neither of you even left your bed that day, not for longer than to go to the bathroom or fill the one dirty glass you had up here with water. Even then she would drag you to the toilet with her, tugging at your penis while you managed to gulp down at least a pint or so of liquid replenishment. At one point she made you piss between her legs as she sat on the throne, whether simply to save time or as a growing fetish after her experience on the beach you did not know. The entire day devolved into a hot, sticky mess. The room slowly becoming a sauna of body heat and sweat, baked from the outside by a jealous sun that wished it could see more within.
You opened your windows wide, catching the occasional fresh breeze to flap your curtains and praying the constant animal sounds your daughter made would not carry too far. Still, it did not help much and the girl seemed to be revelling in the overbearing, slimy oppression of it all. She even pulled the covers over you for one bout of love-making, trapping you both in a dank, hot womb of nothing but each other. You rolled together in that red darkness, a mass of sweating limbs and tender flesh, unsure where one of you began and the other ended. You would simply lick, fuck or suck any alcove or prominence that emerged before you, grasping through the sensations of her doing the same. It stank and choked you and oven cooked you in all the horrible ways that fleshy bodies could torment each other. It was incredible, and horrendous. Yet another pinnacle of your sexual explorations of each other, even as it was the lowest place you'd dug to yet. She came, you came, she came again. Time could not find its way into this darkness.
Finally you simply had to drag that cotton roof off, tossing the sodden thing to one side as you shot yet another burning load into your daughter's twat, currently riding you as she had once before. She toppled backwards off you as you both suddenly emerged, panting like newborn lambs. Then you both just lay in damp patches of your exertions, legs still entwined as last dribbles of semen slipped from both of you.
It took a long while for either of you ramshackle collection of body parts to be able to move. The younger one dragged herself limply up into your arms. A decision was made that not eating all day was at least part of the issue. You ordered pizza, amazed that it was already late enough in the evening for such not to seem strange. The clerk on the other end of the phone spoke so normally, as if today was just another Friday like any other, out in that world beyond your love-den.
It caught you both in a panic when, 20 minutes later, the food arrived... neither of you having moved or thought about how to deal with this eventuality. Your daughter jumped up and grabbed one of your t-shirts, slinging it over herself. You hated to think what the pizza boy would think, as she swayed out the door and downstairs, her hair sticking up at all angles and bare legs shaking unevenly. Still she managed her heroic task, dragging the boxes back up and laying them open straight on the bed. You both ate ravenously, and felt all the better for it, possibly aided by simply having a short period where your bodies weren't hyped up on hormones and excited nerve endings. You flicked the television on to some crap porno she had left running some forgotten day earlier. But both simply fell into a contented doze, listening to the over-forced yelps of some underpaid actress.
Chapter 3, In darkness we awaken
It was dark when you awoke, very dark. It would've been pitch black if not for the dim light of a television idling on its screensaver, one of the advantages of living just beyond the edges of town. You felt surprisingly refreshed, considering the day you'd had. There was little desire or need to check the time, but you couldn't have slept more than 3 or 4 hours. Pizza boxes still littered the bed and the covers were piled up in one corner of the room. You felt relaxed. Peaceful. Content. Dark things were moving in your world, but you were detached from them, a shadow in a hole of your own.
Your daughter lay next to you, propped up on some pillows and still wearing your old t-shirt. Her head lolled to one shoulder and she was drooling slightly, as always when in the depths of sleep. Her legs were askew, still naked and free. The bouncing logo on the television caused wandering views between them, flashing brief glimpses of her tender young pussy. You simply lay back and watched her for a while, marvelling in every soft curve and tight bend as they were revealed, then hidden once more.
What an innocent thing she looked, when drifting so far away. Though you dreaded to think what she might be dreaming. This was how your darker self must have come upon her, all those nights you could not remember. Had you really done so in your sleep? It seemed beyond belief. But even now, having given in to the truth of your desires, you could not recall being the beast that took her virginity. You were almost jealous... of yourself. Of being that being that claimed what it wanted without fear or remorse. Even now you were plagued with doubts. With worry for the future. What had she made of you, your cum-splattered child? What had you made her? Would her mother ever see what her absence had wrought?
You had crept closer, as such questions chased you. Gently reached out to touch her. To stroke her hair, feel her soft breath upon your chest. You just had to check if she was still real, every moment you lived this twisted fantasy. Still more human than angel, flesh than porcelain. Some men paid fortunes for plastic dolls and clever robots. False imitations of this erotic playmate you had produced quite by accident, out of thin air and broken condoms no less. You found yourself already rubbing your erection against her leg. Sliding it over her thighs toward that jewel at their centre.
She was yours now and always. You could no longer doubt it. Inside and out you were welcome, each square of soft skin ready and waiting. You carefully maneuvered around her, not wanting to wake her... not yet. Lined up with her entrance, you danced your tip in her folds. Enjoying the feel of soft flesh slowly warming. She began loosening already, dampness crawling out to meet you. Even unconscious her body had played this game enough recently to know what was needed. As you dipped a little into her, her lips sang slight murmurs. But she still didn't wake, even as you slid forward an inch. You bobbed then just here, for a little while. The silent, secret pleasure of fucking the very edge of a ghost. A sleeping beauty's tight rim. You could not resist for long though. You pushed on into home.
She woke up of course, but not all the way. Dancing on the ridge of her dreams. You had her in your arms, sat up against the headboard. She yawned heavily as you pumped into her, so relaxed with the situation as to make you believe the same thing had been happening in both worlds. Her arms drooped over your shoulders and hands clawed at your back, just like a cat stretching out its first carpet scratch of the day. Still dopey, your child leant over your shoulder, as she had once done when needing burping as a baby. Content to let you use her as long as no input was required on her end just yet.
You picked her up a bit and kept going, pushing up and in at an unhurried pace. No need to shake her violently back to you. Whatever you might be, the beast in the night was still buried. You were just you. Father to an angel. Fucking her till she flew. You lifted her higher and higher, till her weight tipped you backwards, landing you awkwardly on a greasy pizza box. She rewarded you with a kiss, simple and soft. Thanks for the rude awakening and proof that she was now alive once more. Her own hips took over that precious rhythm, bobbing still careful and slow. You had all night after all. No need to rush things right now.
It took a good long time for either of you to cum, nerves dulled by a day of use. That did not stop you from trying though, shifting position throughout the night. By dawn you were both exhausted once more, drifting back to sleep still locked together. The mere sun couldn't rouse such a partnership, two champions of love pushing out to find the very edge of their limits.
Chapter 4, We damage ourselves when living dreams
Saturday became a blur. You woke around noon, this time to find she had started before you returned to the world. A bobbing pair of ass cheeks greeted your sleep-glued eyes, she rode you casually, facing away, watching inane daytime television. So engrossed in the show that she kept watching even quarter of an hour later, when you tipped her onto hands and knees to finish in her doggy style.
So the day moved on, much as the last. You finally left the bedroom at least, but the surroundings made little difference. The parental pair of you fucked from room to room: Alighting on tables. Bending over sofas. Perching precariously on chairs. Neither had slept or ate enough. Neither were particularly fit. By mid afternoon you were shooting dry blanks at or in her, your body unable to produce baby-making liquid fast enough; but you kept going anyway... an orgasm without such being a separate experience in itself.
Besides it wasn't like the girl needed any more coating. The pair of you were a despicable mess of each other's bodily excretions, dried on or left dripping. It was vile, in such a refreshingly horrific way. You felt you could do anything to this dirty little whore-urchin of yours, as her body leaked lubricant from both ends. Yet eventually the novelty wore off. Your last few screws of the evening became grumpy affairs, tiredness and discomfort leading both of you to start simply barking erotic demands at each other. You weren't willing to stop of course: This two-part orgy had been going on for so long now that 'not fucking' seemed an entirely alien concept. Each just wanted to give and take their fill in the most efficient way possible.
It all had to stop when the next takeout was ordered though. Your daughter threw on some other old t-shirt that had been lying around: back to front, inside-out and, seeing as it was hers, completely unsuitable for covering her still bare lower-half. She couldn't have cared less. The delivery boy wrinkled his nose up in surprise when she appeared, unsure whether to be aroused or horrified by the view he was granted. However he was chased off the doorstep when he asked such an impertinent question as "What's that in your hair making it stick up so much?" He clung to the money she'd thrown at him, counting himself lucky she had said 'keep the change!' at the end of a long line of expletives. Perhaps it later became his story of pride when shared with mates round the bar. Gradually becoming more embellished with each telling until he almost ravaged her as much in his mind as you had in real life.
Meanwhile your daughter and you slumped in a darkening lounge. Munching in grim silence and wallowing at the thought that after this you'd probably have to start screwing again. Instead, a truce was made. A very long and very soapy bath was needed, and neither of you would be allowed to excite the other for the whole duration. It was like slipping into heaven, entering those soon-to-be-murky waters. With food in your bellies and layers of grime finally lifting, all seemed relaxed and hopeful once more. You washed each other diligently, avoiding sensitive spots to the best of your abilities. Then lay back and simply floated with each other, as you had so many times before. Of course sleep claimed you both nigh instantly, resulting in a rude awakening some hours later, with stiff necks in icy water. You wrapped your little girl in towels and carried her upstairs, the pair of you settling in her bed, where clean sheets and unused covers awaited.
The next morning you suffered for your excesses. Waking up was like being birthed through a window, your daughter's soft mattress more like a bed of nails. Oh how you ached. Every bone and muscle roaring at you that spending two days and a night continuously fucking someone much more energetic and spry than you was a recipe for disaster. Not that said hyperactive nymph seemed in much better shape, for all her flexibility. You both just lay with each other, groaning, until it became obvious not moving was as painful as doing so.
As she slid off the bed you nearly laughed at your child's toes-turned-in waddle, until you glimpsed how red and sore her pussy looked. She was still so new to sex after all, you should have realised going to such extremes would rub her tight inner self raw. You had been far too caught up in her enthusiasm as a lover to fulfill your restraining role as a father. Your cock fared better, having previously dealt with the whims of a sex-addict, yet you had to keep reminding yourself: she was not her mother. Still, the girl held herself high and proud, clearly showing much more concern over your near-petrified muscles than her own glowing genitalia. She heaved you up and pushed you all the way to a hot shower, like a mother sparrow shepherding her overshadowing cuckoo chick.
The hot water helped a little, but not enough to make clambering out again an easy task. Your daughter had basically jumped in and straight back out. Leaving you feeling even more of a creaking old invalid and a little snubbed after more than a month of intimate moments washing each other. Sure, you'd shared a long bath last night, but it was unlike her to leave you swilling soap around your own balls. She loved playing with your scrotum... or had always acted like she did. Were these more casual moments of intimacy being thrown by the wayside now she had her greater aim fulfilled?
You were stiffly towelling your back when she returned, immediately jumping to help. She hadn't completely abandoned you after all then... or at all it transpired. The girl took you by the penis and gently led you through the house, all the way to the screen doors of the kitchen. Beyond these lay a small veranda, a forgotten, sacred place. Her place, the woman who had claimed you first. You had avoided it all year. Subconsciously. Instinctively. The very wood of it was seeped with her, in more ways than one. Now her child had claimed it, had unpacked and arranged some of its aperture. The great, thick yoga mat was unfurled and waiting. The small burner was gently heating a shallow dish of aromatic oil. In the slow sun of the sabbath... you were going to be massaged.
Chapter 5, Dripping through these moments together
It was raining. Hard. A splashing summer deluge that rumbled with the thought of becoming a storm. The sheeting water shot straight down though, without a hint of wind. Jumping on to the covered decking only half a foot or so. You lay face down on the mat, as instructed, just beyond the reach of those leaping droplets. Not quite sure whether to be relaxed, aroused or anxious. Your little girl had never expressed much interest in her mother's more hippyish pursuits, not since the two of them had started nipping at each other's heels at least. It was quite possible you were about to be inflicted with more pain, rather than cured of the current. The glowering sky didn't help at all, had it been like this all night? You had slept too heavily to tell.
You had no choice but to put your trust in her however, letting the vulnerability of being naked on the edge of your own backyard become just part of the experience. Every so often a particularly ambitious bouncing raindrop would catch you. A neighbour's dog barked, a few birds in the surrounding trees rustled wet branches; and always there was the white noise patter of the heavens meeting earth. Without warning, the oil hit. A deep pool of warmth in the small of your back which immediately began spreading itself to your edges. For a second you had imagined the viscous liquid had been boiling, searing and sizzling across your skin after being heated too long. It hadn't though, the heat was just two steps up from the humid warmth of a summer finally being refreshed. The smell of the rain gently mingled with the spiced aromas enveloping you as you felt two small hands begin to push that warmth out further.
She knelt across you, you could feel her knees to either side and the naked presence of her above. But it was those working fingers and palms that captivated your attention. They dragged the oil across your skin, out from your back to all your furthest reaches, to then knead that heat and lubricant down into the marrow of you. Once your back and arms were finished she turned around and did the same to your ass and legs, the excess oil sliding round to drip off your front in a sensation almost the inverse of tickling.
When you were fully coated on this side, the true massage began, her hands squeezing life and movement back into your muscles. She started out just lightly, fingertips tracing complex patterns of pressure to connect every point upon you to every other. Soon enough though your daughter was pressing her full, if not substantial, weight into sweeping pushes down into you. You could feel her nubile body slowly gain its own coating of oil as it met you, her breasts and hips becoming as much tools to caress you with as her hands and forearms. She slid her whole self up and down you and you felt your spine crinkle back into place, unable to argue with such persuasion. This was a young girl who needed you fit and active, she wasn't going to let an ageing skeleton get in her way.
When it was time to turn over you were brought face to face with that slippery vision. Watching her glisten as she drew over a second scoop of oil and began spreading this across you once more. Her face pinned in delicate concentration as she made sure to cover every inch and crease of you, dribbling a small trail of excess oil directly onto your cock. Then she began her probing and pressing once more, tap-dancing fingers over your chest. As she reached your shoulders for the first time she returned to straddling you, her oiled lower lips kissing your shaft as her upper ones planted one on your cheek. She carried on with her kneading of you, sliding forward and back as she stretched across your chest.
There was so little friction between you it almost felt like you were being clambered over by just another cloud. She slipped and slithered up and down, up and down, giggling as she nearly toppled off more than once. Your growing erection provided a point of some anchorage, but she was now so very covered in oil that even her very obvious attempts to 'accidentally' slide it inside herself were foiled. Eventually her persistence won out, but the grimace that flickered across her face told you everything you needed to know with regards to your earlier concerns. Even still, she soldiered on, massage forgotten as an oil-slathered fuck began. Only... she'd barely got started before she tumbled off you again, the lack of places to grip and her own internal soreness clearly getting the better of her.
"Oh, bother!" She exclaimed, quoting Winnie-the-pooh at the most inappropriate of times, as her small body rolled to a slimy stop next to you. "This was not how this was supposed to go... It was supposed to be all romantic and sexy! Not just goofy and goopy..."
You smiled at your child, enjoying the fact that she couldn't even be properly annoyed with herself while clearly finding the situation so hilarious. "I don't know what you're talking about." You reassured her. "I found my massage incredibly romantic... and sexy. And more to the point it made your poor old Dad's aching muscles a thousand times better... I feel like I can actually move again now. Even enough to roll a pretty young thing over and wrestle her to the ground."
True to your word you suddenly twisted round and bowled her over, spinning the girl in place as you tickled and squeezed her. She squealed with laughter as the both of you tried to wriggle your way to the impossible task of pinning the other's slippery form to a standstill. The fight lasted a good few minutes, far longer than any previous father-daughter combat you'd undertaken over the years. Once again you marvelled at how much she'd grown from your shy, little princess into a strong, writhing woman. She might still be a lot shorter than you, but her slim muscles held real strength and she was a damn-sight more flexible than you. In the end the only way you could win was by simply using your body weight, clambering over her and crushing her face down into the mat.
Still she struggled for a good few seconds, stubborn as only your offspring could be. Till a muffled surrender bubbled up from the oily surface. You lifted off a little, but not entirely, enjoying the feel of your cock resting between her ass's comfy, round love pillows. She didn't seem to mind, gathering your arms in to rest her chin upon, wearing you like a big, meaty duvet.
Chapter 6, Feigned innocence invites the devil in
"Daaaaaaaad..." Now there was a sound you recognised. Another want was about to be voiced. "I've been thinking..."
'That's dangerous' your thoughts interjected into this pause.
"I'm supposed to be your perfect little cocksleeve. The place you can slip inside whenever you want and screw to your heart's content..."
You still weren't sure you liked it when she talked about herself as nothing more than a human sex-toy... but a part of you was. A part that bared its teeth in a wicked grin whenever she did so and felt empowered to take more and more from her. She continued, possibly understanding this conflict within you just through the flexing of your cock against her backside.
"So it's a bit rubbish my pussy giving up after just two days of fucking. I mean... I'm sure it'll get better with practice, and you can always use my mouth or tits for a bit... but it's not really the same, is it? Sooooo... Remember how you sometimes slip your thumb into my bum when you're fingering me..."
You could already see where this was leading. Again you found yourself caught between two minds, one worrying about the amount of pain you had already caused her and one already moving its focus down to a puckered little entrance your oily shaft was resting against.
"I mean... it's not like we could get any more lubed up than this." She chuckled, but you could actually hear a gulp in that voice. As if this was a step even she wasn't sure she was ready for.
"I want you to have access to every single bit of my body, Dad. I want all my holes to belong to you. Every one of them be another place you feel at home in, pumping full of cum."
She shivered, though whether with nerves or excitement you couldn't tell. Your child definitely had an unhealthy obsession with your ejaculate. It seemed she just didn't feel right anymore without a pint of the gunk sloshing around in her somewhere. You'd even caught her scraping it off the walls of the shower or catching it as it dribbled out of her pussy. As though every single drop was a precious gift to be savoured. Heck, she'd even jerked you off onto one of her pizza slices the other day... As if you were the dispenser of her favourite condiment: A flavour she couldn't live without.
"So why don't you try sliding that big, old meat-stick of yours into my cute, little anus and see if you fit in there just as snuggly! Seeing as how you've managed to overpower this 'pretty, young thing' using only your gross, dumpy dad-belly... It seems like only the natural thing for such a vicious old pervert to do after he's caught a schoolgirl less than half his age so brutally."
You were taken aback. Not by the dad-belly bit... Well, maybe a little... But compared to a lot of men your age you were holding out pretty damn well, as she clearly knew. No, you were surprised to hear her joking about the unavoidable imbalance of your relationship. Knowing what fears and guilt you held there.
You looked down at those innocent eyes straining up to stare back at you, and realized this was a test. She was probing to see how comfortable you'd grown in the dynamic, enough to joke about it? Enough to push her past a point even she was slightly anxious of? Your girl would not relent, you knew that now. She would get you to use her in every possible way she could think of, one way or another. The only question was whether you would take the first step... once in a while.
You sat back on your haunches, appraising her sprawled form. Despite the removal of your weight she stayed pressed against the mat, her rosy ass cheeks raised slightly toward you, just asking to be grabbed hold of. You slid an eye across the puckered star between them. It was quite inviting, as ringed doors of skin and muscle go. Not that you were going to tell her that.
"It will probably hurt. And... it's not that cute." A feeble joke, but you timed it just right. A great smile flashed across her face, quickly shuttered behind mock indignation and a haughty, fake British accent.
"How DARE you! My ass is the prettiest thing this side of the mountains! I demand you try it out for yourself by way of apology. A lady prides herself on the appeal of her sphincter... You must ravage it most thoroughly, right now; to let it know it is worthy."
She reached back towards you, drawing her knees up and pulling her cheeks apart, spreading this new theatre open for you. It seemed to wink at you... perhaps clearing its throat in readiness to receive a visitor.
Well you couldn't back out now. Scooping up a little more oil, you spread it along your shaft, giving her as easy a task as you could. Then you leaned in and lined it up, kissing your head to that opening. Your daughter took a deep breath, then let it out gradually as you pushed your way in. The grip of her was immediate, that ring of muscle clenching shut just beyond the bulbous tip of your invasion.
God, it was tight. The grasp of her rectum threatening to crush the blood back out of your throbbing cock and throw you back out of this forbidding backdoor foyer. Yet the pressure only hardened your erection further, and slowly, ever so slowly, as that one great breath hissed from her lips, you felt her internal self relax a little. You pushed again, just slightly, and were rewarded with another centimeter, a step forward. Her spine arched again, her colon clenching, but less this time.
Once more you moved, pulling her hips slightly. Her breath had run out now and become a gasping, hissing suck of rain-tasting air. Yet you felt the oil helping. Felt her passage opening. You pulled back to her very entrance, then pushed forward. Retracing the ground you had already made and gaining just about the same distance again. She mewled like a cat but continued to hold her cheeks open to you, bobbing her knees to aid in your progress. Everytime you slid back and forth it grew easier for you both. Everytime you buried yourself deeper into her bowels... her piping unsure what to make of its new role, but as perfectly suited for the work of pleasuring you as the rest of her. Until finally you were back on top of her, resting against her asscheeks as your balls tickled her lower, possibly jealous entrance.
Through gritted teeth she asked: "Is that all of you? Have I done it?!"
To the assent of which she let out a relieved: "Oh thank God! I thought you were going to split me in two for a moment there... How does it feel?"
"Incredible." Was all you could say. For it was, being held so tightly by your own child's back passage. Violating her in ways even grown women refused to allow. Your perfect little wonder straining through pain and discomfort just to be available to you in every way she could.
"Well then don't just lie there inside of me and get fucking! I want to get to the bit where this stops feeling like I sat on a pineapple as soon as possible!"
Chapter 7, Above, we are judged. Spat on far below
The sky rumbled its approval. As if whatever dark and brooding gods truly dwelt in those thunderous depths, they were behind this twisted dance of mortals 100%.
You could imagine Thor and Odin enjoying the raw and dirty revels of it. That same ancient and sublime wickedness you had felt upon the headland. As for Zeus, you barely had to consider it: That horny, old bastard had basically made defiling his close family into an artform. Sex was like a thunderstorm, the simile needed to be no more clichéd than that. It was a primordial truth. An uninspired thought that crept from the very core of you as lightning leapt up your spine. Static pleasure building up then bursting forth from the friction between your two bodies. She was so tight. So grasping. Forcing your way in and out of that tunnel of her was like drilling a new goldmine with every thrust. You could not go fast. You could not go easy. But you churned through her, feeling the worth of every inch.
She writhed with each new journey you made to her centre, clearly still in pain and discomfort. Yet you could feel that other part of her growing stronger and stronger. That burning hunger that flickered in her eyes whenever she'd dragged you both down to a new low, a new pit to revel in. She caught the flesh behind your thumb-knuckle and bit down, hard. A sharp throbbing pain that must have echoed her own, rising and sinking in pressure as you drove in and out of her. Tears trickled down her cheeks, but her whole body only threw itself onto you harder.
As the going got easier her eagerness only increased. Pushing herself back against you in a demand to be impaled deeper. She began to rise from her submissive crouch. Her bent forward askance to be taken like a dog. Now she sat back on you like the figurehead of some great galleon, letting you pull back on her arms as leverage to slam even further into her gut. Your cock was on fire, squeezed to a pulp within the choking depths of her. Yet still you both rose, carried by the pull of each other like some perpetual-motion machine, powered only by the intensity of incestuous anal sex.
A sudden wash of clarity came over you. It felt so dirty, so gruesome; to be doing what you were doing. Ploughing into your only child's rear end. An ass you had once wiped clean and changed diapers over. While she cried through the very viciousness of her own desires. It was a horrible feeling to be watching over this, detached, completely unable to stop; or deny the pleasure of it. You appalled yourself, found every inch of this moment to be abhorrent, and wanted nothing more than to keep pushing it further. You began to stand up, to gain ground. To overbear her once more and drive her back down to the mat. To grind those last drops of innocence from her and teach her a lesson about unkempt desires. Play out a grim fairy tale of 'be careful what you wish for' using only your throbbing cock and the gulping softness of her rectum.
If she truly wanted to be nothing more than a puddle of fuckmeat; you would teach her exactly what that meant... You would pummel that winking anus until it was a gaping doorway of shame, fit only as a bowl for your cum. You would turn her into the mindless fuckpuppet slut she so clearly wanted to be: locked away from reality and living off a diet of only your semen and other fluids. Applied directly to whichever hole was nearest as even she couldn't tell her face-pussy from either lower one anymore... You would... You would...
She stood up with you, surprised by the sudden increased ferocity of your thrusts. Or perhaps she had encountered this side of you before. The momentum of your bodies carried you both across the mat, sliding over the oily surface in a half controlled fall. That is until you ran out of mat, stumbling over wet decking out into the wider world. Out from the protection of a slanting roof. Into the torrent that still couldn't decide whether it was a true storm or a lost monsoon.
The wall of water hit you both like only true torrents can: Dowsing and refreshing you at the same time. Your second, slimy skin sloughed off immediately, leaving only self-aware pinkness. Your daughter laughed aloud. Opening her mouth and eyes to drown in the feel of it. You suddenly felt very small... Crushed by the overwhelming size of the sky and its capacity to pour swimming pools over you in seconds. Another rumble of thunder played from further off, perhaps those old gods chuckling as they left you alone: a small man screwing his smaller daughter.
You had cum in her you realized... just as the rain hit. One of those sensations absorbing and belittling the other. You pulled out of her and kissed her, holding her tight against the storm. Your own tiny natural wonder, complete with semen-drenched bowels. She returned the kiss greedily, swirl her tongue around yours, then pulled back into the rain.
"Next time it'll be easier!" She called over the roar of this wet world, then danced off across the lawn, all pains forgotten. You stood for awhile and watched her. Wondering what on earth she meant.
------X------
Chapter 1, Close Encounters with Old Friends
Your daughter begged you not to go to school on Monday. Used every dirty, teasing trick in the book to try and get you to submit to spending yet another day rolling around inside her. She woke you up with a blowjob. Dragged you into the shower for an hour. Sat on your cock during breakfast... All while bending and stretching and generally failing to get dressed. When she finally seemed to be wearing her full uniform it was so late that you had to give her a ride to the gate, at which point she 'realised' she'd forgotten to put on any underwear...
You sent her off anyway. Guessing, quite accurately, that she'd enjoy the risque experience of spending all day without them. Your drive home was occupied with thoughts of her constantly and self-consciously tugging that short, pleated skirt down and nervously crossing her legs lest any teacher or fellow student glimpse her naked pussy. Thank the heavens she hadn't worked out just how close you'd come to letting her play hookey once more. That would have been a slippery slope to no good end. The summer holiday was already a looming threat upon the horizon. How on earth were you going to keep her entertained enough to survive it?
Still as you stomped about the empty house, trying to get some work done, nothing you could do seemed to reset your focus... All you thought about was her. Her perfect little ass. Her budding breasts. The small, sly smile she wore just as you shot cum across it. So smug in receipt of proof from her titillating efforts. Those big, innocent eyes that sparkled with a thousand not-so-innocent thoughts. By the time the end of school came round you could barely sit still, waiting for the instant she came through the door and could be at the mercy of your deviant urges. You half-daydreamed about masturbating yourself to the very edge of orgasm. Holding yourself there just for that sublime moment, greeting her entrance with an immediate faceful of sticky surprise.
It was a good thing you didn't... Though the fact that you were thinking about it did nearly enough damage. When you heard the lock turn you were already halfway down the hall... Where you were greeted by not one, but two, smiling young faces. You had to awkwardly swing into the kitchen doorway, as if that had been where you were heading all along... Just to hide the throbbing erection pyramiding the front of your pants.
The surprise visitor was a thin, ginger-haired girl you vaguely remembered from previous glimpses into your daughter's social life. A timid, hideously-polite creature that seemed incapable of mumbling more than two words to an older man she didn't know... even if they were a parent of her closest friend. A situation that did not seem to have improved as she appropriately shuffled through a hello in answer to your own, forcefully-cheerful greeting.
Why had your daughter invited her round? Was it because she knew exactly what state you would be in and wanted revenge for forcing her to go to school? Surely she couldn't be faring much better? Having spent all day with the wind sweeping between her legs. The exuberantly cheeky kiss on the cheek she gave you seemed to confirm your suspicions. As did the quick flip-up of the back of her skirt once 'Jane' had passed by. Showing off that she was, indeed, still bare-assed beneath.
In fact for the whole period of her friend's visit your child seemed to do nothing else but search for moments to flash herself at you, taking every opportunity she could. Meanwhile, you had absolutely no chance to chide or challenge her. Not with the poor, shy hostage of her game present. It wasn't until they had both settled down to watch a movie, one of them waving her bare-legs out behind quite frivolously... that you finally got a chance to talk.
Upon hearing your daughter loudly excusing herself to go to the toilet from the next room, you quickly followed her in. Apparently she expected this... for she immediately turned round and kissed you, while dropping a hand to free and grasp your erection. You pulled your tongue out of her mouth as quickly as you could, and began a hushed interrogation. Though doing nothing to stop the stroking down below.
"*What are you doing? Bringing her here now?! What if I had been... undressed?! Is this some sort of kinky, little game to you?!*"
"*I'm Sorry! No... it's not like that!*" She seemed to think for a second, still pumping her arm towards herself. "*Well, maybe it is a bit kinky... But that wasn't why I invited her! There was an... incident at school... She gets bullied a lot. I used to look out for her, but lately... I've been a bit distracted, you know.*" She looked up at you with slightly accusatory eyes... as if any of this was on your intentions. But then pulled up her top to unveil her round little breasts and squeeze your cock between them.
"*Her home life sounds... awful... and hanging out with me after school used to be how she avoided it. After today... Well I thought she really needed somewhere to go... I am really sorry, I should have taken her to the mall or something... I just really needed to see you. It's been awful, running around all day without any panties... Trying not to leave little damp patches wherever I've sat...*"
A wave of forgiveness swept through you. Your girl was just trying to be a good friend. While you had been so obsessed with your paranoid delusions about her relationship with you, as to forget how much that relationship was affecting her teenage life. Why shouldn't she bring a friend round after school? She shouldn't have to check whether you were in too much of a perverted mood that afternoon to risk company. All your indignation faded away... Though your horniness did not.
"*Well, okay then... Sorry I doubted you. You're a good girl to look out for her like this. But you really should get back to her before we get caught. We can play later.*"
"*But you haven't cum yet?! And you clearly need to! I'm not going to make you wait any longer... Look, it's dark in there, I have an idea! Why don't I go in first and lean over the back of the sofa. Just like I'm stretching my legs while watching the movie. Then you can come in, slip up between my ass cheeks and cum on my back. Like you used to before we started fucking. She'll never notice... and you can't be far off now.*"
She didn't give you time to decide, pulling her top down and tugging you by the cock; which seemed to be just her leash to drag you by these days. Concealing this with her body she entered the darkened lounge, smiling a brief greeting to Jane... Who did indeed seem to be too engrossed in the film and intimidated by your following presence to give more than a glance. So it was that you slipped yourself up under the hemline of your daughter's school skirt. Using her as a washboard for your pleasures while her unsuspecting classmate sat just in front. You tried desperately to keep your breathing low and quiet... Only failing to stifle a single grunt, as you shot a load all up the inside of that pleated covering.
Then tucking yourself away you left the girl's to it. Your daughter awkwardly hanging over the sofa edge for the rest of the film. When it was finished you came to see Jane off; coughing at the damp patches above your daughter's ass as she stood at the door and waved her friend away.
Chapter 2, Academic Progress
After that day, things began to settle down around your home once more. A balance reached upon this new level of your familial relationship yet again. Your daughter made no further attempts to get out of school, guilt over her negligence to a friend perhaps... or simply content in the knowledge that this was the final week anyway. Surprisingly you also got her to agree to a rationing limit on your encounters, to protect each other's health after that weekend of excess: You would only cum in each of her orifices once per day, in any order but with no exceptions.
The way you span it was that you missed the more tantalising build up of pleasuring each other... without constant, actual penetration. Which was, to be fair, true. Those weeks where you had both been dancing around your own taboo desires had had a specific delight to them. A morbid fascination in how far the other was willing to go, and a grimy joy to finding unconventional ways to pleasure yourself using your daughter. You could never quite go back to creeping into her room to tangle yourself in her hair... Your own bed would feel too empty then. But the return of movie-night thigh-fucks and surprising her with a sudden facial were sweet enough.
She had also taken it upon herself to learn some more advanced massage techniques: both sensual and conventional. Watching video lessons while practising on your tired, old frame. It was an occasionally painful, but ultimately rewarding and intimate way to spend an evening. She even gave you one when Jane came round again. The two girls able to chat away quite innocently while your daughter sat atop you. Clothed this time and careful to keep her hands in sensible places... while in view at least. Her flame-haired friend actually seemed to enjoy the close-knit nature of the pair of you. Opening up a little to talk to you while you lay upon the mat. She seemed a nice girl. A lot more naive than your daughter perhaps, but with that shy politeness of those who have been trodden on too many times to make any assumptions about others. You hoped your little girl wouldn't abandon her again come the summer.
Yet the week passed faster than you could grasp... and suddenly you found yourself driving to their school on possibly the hottest afternoon yet. The sun blasted down on the mulling throngs as students and their parents milled about the schoolyard for the last time this semester. All those of your daughter's age group were being called in for a final meeting about their grades and future before embarking on that last summer of true childhood.
Your daughter's slot was one of the last in class, assumedly doled out at random. Thus most of the crowds were drifting away by the time you arrived. Various parents dragged their children through hurried goodbyes to their friends while simultaneously throwing out boasts to anyone they recognised: About where they were headed on holiday, or how good their spawns grades had been. You waded in with trepidation, never having been the best with crowds... but also painfully aware of the constant swish of short, pleated skirts against your legs and the unavoidable bumps with nubile young bodies. None of this would have affected you in the slightest before, but such things held new meanings now you had torn your daughter out of just such an outfit so many times. You glanced around at all the other proud and leering fathers present and wondered how many of them fantasised about doing just that to their own little princesses. More than would admit it... That was all you knew.
Once inside the main building, things quietened down. The halls were rapidly emptying as the last few dregs of education escaped... Those who'd had longer conversations to get through. Chided looking teens shuffling after families in various states of veiled fury... Looks that said "Wait till we get home..."
You began to wonder if perhaps being so low on the list was not such an aspect of chance. Had the teacher held you back specially for something? Your heart began to beat a little as you found the right classroom. The door swung open just as you reached it, pushed by the wide hands of a thick set and grumpy-looking man. His spindle of a wife quickly followed, flashing you a loose smile but not bothering to hold the door for their daughter. Who turned out to be Jane, looking particularly hard done by this afternoon... and dragging her heels glumly.
Still, she recognised you and gave a shy, little wave. Genuine warmth in her face, rather than the forced grin her mother had flashed. Once again you were struck by a wave of pity for the girl, to whom it would seem life rarely gave a break. You waved back at the pretty creature. Trying to convey some all-encompassing encouragement that things would, somehow, get better someday... Whatever she was facing. Then you had to enter the classroom yourself, half-dreading what awaited.
Chapter 3, A Meeting with Ms. Fae
The scene seemed relaxed enough. Your daughter was perched on the edge of the teacher's desk, the woman in question being in her chair behind. It was the curly-blonde lady you had encountered before: Miss Fae. Dressed in a smart, but tight-fitting top and similarly fashioned skirt. She had her legs crossed casually and appeared to be chatting away to your girl quite amicably, no hints of tension within the room. They both smiled as you approached, though you had to admit your daughter's version looked a lot more forced than her educator's.
"Ah, and here you are." Said the prim-looking vision, biting the end of her pencil slightly. "Father of my most promising pupil."
This was new. Your daughter had always been smart, no doubt about that, but traditionally her... free-spirited personality... didn't win her much praise from her teachers. She got her work done, sure, yet tended to do so at her own pace and with little interest in jumping through hoops that didn't interest her. Up to now the general academic consensus on her had been 'Good, but could do better if she'd just pay attention!' Perhaps the added freedom of being a high-school senior had turned this around... or perhaps it was other things.
What followed was the usual formal run-through of all her grades. What the inane jumble of numbers meant and what other teachers had commented about. You sat through it, trying to focus and ignore the casual swish of your girl's leg, which kept surreptitiously bumping against your own... and flashing slight glimpses of her worn-for-once panties. The only moment of note came when Miss Fae asked about the future, or more directly: which colleges your daughter had applied for.
"Oh, none!" The creature chirped quickly. "I'm gonna stay here and help Dad with his work for a while instead!"
The teacher looked as surprised as you felt. Clearly this was the first either of you had heard of that plan.
"Really? A family-internship kind of thing?...Well I suppose if that's what you want to do... But I really think you'd be missing out on a lot of your potential..." The woman clocked your own surprise and clearly made a mental adjustment.
"Well, maybe that's something for you two to discuss over the summer... There's still time to apply, or consider a gap year maybe? I know you rely on each other for support at the moment. Anyway, we're almost done here and I'm sure you both want to get back out in the sunshine. So could you just be a dear and run to the office to get your new timetable? I seem to have forgotten to pick it up."
Your daughter looked a little taken aback by this request, as if she didn't want to leave you here alone for some reason. Yet she couldn't seem to find a reason to refuse while her tutor smiled casually from across the desk. With a "hmph." she hopped down from her perch and scurried off.
Almost immediately the older woman stood up and slid round the wooden structure with feline grace.
"While we've got a moment... May I just say how inspired I am by the close..." She sidled up right next to you, skirt brushing your leg and hopped up to take the position just occupied by your daughter. "-Relationship you have with your daughter. The devotion she shows for you is something quite special. To come out of a difficult situation with such a bond and be raising her all by yourself... well it makes me think you must be quite the gentleman."
You couldn't quite formulate a word in edgewise to respond to this escalation. You just mumbled some incoherent thanks, while she leaned in and plucked at your tie.
"I do wonder if you're expending too much of your energy on her... and leaving no time for yourself. It's quite a small town, yet I never see you out and about in the evenings. A man can't stay cooped up being a house-husband for too long, especially when his little girl's old enough to look after herself. It can't be good for either of you..."
She had reached the top of your tie by now, with long, slender fingers... and used them to slip something into your shirt pocket, before lightly caressing your cheek with their tips. A knock at the door caused her to quickly pull these back, but she stayed perched above you, black-tighted legs mere inches away. You turned to see your daughter hovering in the doorway, trying very hard to keep a look of deep suspicion off her face.
"Well it was very nice to meet you again." The teacher cheerily stated, completely returned to her previous formal manners. "I hope you both have a lovely summer and I'm sure I'll see you soon."
And with that, you were excused. Standing up and walking over to where your daughter waited, her eyes burning holes in your chest, as if trying to scorch right on through toward the woman behind. You were still not quite sure what had just happened, but you were without doubt it was going to lead to trouble.
Chapter 4, Like Dancing Lights above a Swamp
As soon as you closed the door she leapt at you. Her small frame hanging off yours as she shoved her tongue into your mouth. By automatic response you began to return the kiss, before sanity kicked in and you remembered where you were. With great effort you pried your daughter away from your face, her lithe body still wriggling to press itself against you.
"What are you doing! You know we can't do that here! What if someone sees?"
The girl ignored your whispered complaints, cold fury still burning in her eyes. Instead rebutting with her own interrogation. "What were you and Miss Fae talking about while I was gone?!"
You spluttered on an answer, which was all the answer she needed. Spry fingers quickly reached up and plucked a piece of paper from your shirt pocket, while the other set pushed something into your own hands. She stared you right in the eye for a moment, then turned to run off, further up the corridor and into the school.
Looking down at what you had been given, you realised it was a full set of young ladies underwear. Glancing up again you were just in time to catch a glimpse of your daughter kicking off her shoes as well. She skipped forward in just long socks, skirt flapping up to bare all, skidding across polished floors. You rushed forward to catch up, pure panic in your veins, but had to pause to gather those discarded shoes. By which time she had removed said socks as well, flying them behind her like ribbons for a moment before casually discarding them as well, turning round a corner ahead. You began sprinting in all earnest now, scooping up both socks in pure terror of what scene might be unfolding if a bystander was in the next corridor.
Luckily no-one was, but the passage was half-walled with great windows its entire length. Windows which beamed sunlight in from a wide view of the playing fields. Various silhouettes could be seen running across these, hopefully far enough away that they could not discern your daughter's prancing madness. For she was now cartwheeling along, amateur gymnastics allowing long, graceful looks at her bare legs and unconcealed pussy as she span through each patch of sun. It was mesmerising, both in beauty and pure recklessness. Sure, the school was mostly empty by now, but any passed classroom or uncurtained window could contain a stray teacher, lost parent or honest caretaker. How on earth would you explain this, desperately trying to find a way to hold half her clothing in a way that suggested innocence. You had to catch her and stop this rampage, before she got you both locked into a spiral of social services and guilty consciences.
Reaching the end of the corridor she eagerly swung open another door, not bothering to look or listen for anyone interred. You were finally at the point of catching up, but she closed the door in your face, winning a few more seconds for herself. You panted your breath back outside the door for a moment... she was already inside after all. It was becoming quite clear that while you may well still have the edge on her strength wise, all that sitting around at home writing while she ran around in PE and gym classes meant she was a good deal fitter than you. If she wanted to stay ahead of you forever, she very likely could. Dancing while she did so.
Stepping inside you found yourself in another classroom, this one shrouded in dimness as it was in the far corner of this building and overshadowed by others. It looked like one of the older rooms, only partially refurbished. With old-fashioned wooden desks and a genuine blackboard rather than some of the more modern iterations. Your daughter was perched on the teachers desk once more, caught with her small breasts briefly exposed as she undid her white blouse and tied it back up again in the traditional 'bad schoolgirl looking for attention' look. Her obsession with always trying to override her own natural beauty with the tacky stylings of cheap pornstars confused you. Yet at the same time there was something tantalising about how bluntly obvious it made her desires. She liked to dress like a mindless slut because she wanted to be daddy's little slut. It was endearing in a worrying sort of way.You were just glad she usually only did it when alone with you.
And you were alone. You noted even through your anger and dismay at the risks she had taken. She had chosen a room where being discovered by a random passerby was least likely... if still an insurmountably dangerous situation for your relationship.
Yet still, you felt the disappointment of a Father goaded. She had gambled heavily with everything she had claimed to care about, despite clearly knowing better and for what? Just petty spite and jealousy? Of a situation you had no control or understanding of? You had to rein her in, this could not be let to slide.
Chapter 5, Physical punishment
"What do you think you're playing at?!" You started off strong, remembering the few other times you had been forced to reprimand this free spirited child of yours, before such roles and lines became blurred and complicated.
"I thought you understood how serious it would be if people even suspected we were... doing what we've been doing! It was you that started all this! But now you're risking throwing it all away."
For an instant she looked suitably chided. The same daughter you had had to yell at for scrawling crayons across white walls. Hurt just by the thought she had fallen below your expectations. However she shook loose of this soon enough. It would seem she had been ready for this lecture and had decided on an unorthodox defence of her own...
In a silky, sweet mockery of feigned innocence she replied: "Oh? Have I been naughty Daddy? I'm sooorrry..." She rolled up onto the desk and lolled against it, all big eyes and pouting curves.
"You know damn well what you've done, and you can't get out of it like that! You're making it worse! What if someone sees you prancing around like a 2-dollar hooker?!" Your will remained resolute, but you couldn't stop your gaze beginning to wander... Creeping over her offered delights as she sprawled them before you.
"But Daaaaaddy... There's no-one else here. The meetings are all up the other end and the cleaners won't come until tomorrow. It's just you... and me. And if I've been a naughty little schoolgirl... maybe you should punish me? Teach me to be better? We're in the right place after all..."
You had moved closer by now. Almost close enough to be reached by her accusing finger at 'you' and 'me'. You felt your body filling with a familiar ache, but you couldn't let her get away with this, could you? It was so obvious what she was trying to do.
"No! Honey, there's still every chance someone will walk round the corner any minute. They might even have seen your little performance in the corridor! We. Can't. Risk. This. You shouldn't even be thinking about this... What happened with Miss Fae... Nothing happened with Miss Fae."
"Oh, her..." Your daughter's eyes seemed to darken for a second. Cutesy sheen discarded. Though then quickly recovered with added nonchalance.
"Who cares about that old slut, anyway... I know you aren't interested in her." The piece of paper you had been slipped appeared in her hand, as if by magic. She pulled a box of matches from the desk with the other. With delicate delight she combined the two, dropping the flaming answer to tumble toward the floor. You watched in silence, aware that intervening there would not have been in anyone's interest.
"All gone!" She squeaked with wicked, childlike glee. An emotional state that seemed to carry on within her like a sugar-high.
"But isn't it a little bit exciting: The chance that we could be caught?! However small it is... I know you like the way I look in my uniform Dad. I always have. I'm your slutty little schoolgirl, forever and ever. But this might be your only chance to teach me a lesson in my actual classroom. Are you really going to miss out on that chance? I know I've been bad, Daddy. But I won't learn anything if you don't teach me..."
She flipped round now, dangling half off the edge of the desk. Her skirt flapped up to reveal those round little ass cheeks, curving so perfectly up towards your hands. Your crotch twitched at the memory of sliding between them, not so long ago. The tight grasp of her as she gulped through the pain of your entry. You remembered the rough, raw sex that had come at the end of your first weekend of claiming her. The grumpy, humping abuse of each other's bodies that had taken on its own grim pleasure, completely different from the loving tenderness of your first rolls together.
She was asking for this, teasing and taunting you into it in a way that so clearly overwrit any true punitive outcome. Yet those cheeks simply begged to be reddened. False innocence demanding invalid justice. It was as you had feared all along: You simply could not be a proper father to her while also giving in to your carnal desire for her. Not in the ways that the rest of society envisioned. You would have to find some other ways to guide her, to curb her boundless excesses... Else be dragged along forever.
*SMACK*. Your hand came down of its own accord, the sound reverberating around the room. A flush rose across the point where you'd struck her, blood rushing to meet skin. She cried out in shock, but it was a false call. One that she had held on the tip of her tongue, simply hoping to use it.
"Oh, Daddy! Yes!"
You brought another hand down on the other cheek, matching the pair.
"Go on, Daddy... Spank me! Teach me a lesson!"
You swung at the first cheek once more, harder this time. Drawing a hiss from her lips and yet more redness to her skin. Then again and again, painting her pale flesh with a shining rosy bloom till every inch of her ass was coloured. She was biting her bottom lip now, sucking air with each blow. An answering blush grew on her other set of cheeks, yet still she looked back at you with eager, teasing eyes. She had won her way again and knew it well. Already you wondered if you saw darker thoughts brewing in the back of her mind... More risks for more depraved rewards.
"Hit me harder Daddy! I've been a bad girl. I've sat in this classroom with your cum all over me, playing with myself under the table. I've had to pretend I was still working on a question till everyone else left... because I didn't have any panties on and left a little puddle of you on my seat. I'm a dirty, little cum-dump and I'm all yours! Yours to fuck and bite and spank and whatever else you want to do with. So hit me as hard as you like! Make me feel like the skanky, incest-loving little slut-whore that I am. Hit me harder Daddy! Hit me harder!"
You couldn't hold back now, even if you'd still wanted to. All your annoyance at her actions was tangled up in your sordid desire for her. There was a wooden ruler nearby. You snatched it up and left a long, burning welt across her backside. She yelped for real this time, surprise and pain in her voice. Yet, when she blinked fresh tears back at you... there was also askance for another.
You lashed the thing against her again, and again. A pattern of crisscrossing lines forming upon her young flesh. Then your own needs could be held back no longer. You pulled out your cock and shoved it against her. The ruler went in her mouth, clenched between her teeth and providing handlebars for this submissive teen cocksleeve. You shoved yourself straight into her anus, still so tight and unused to such a role. Tears flowed down her cheeks carrying streaks of mascara, specially applied for the formality earlier that evening.
She groaned and squeaked around that ruler as you slammed against her stinging ass. This was a true trial and punishment for her behaviour... You knew that as well as you knew this was what she'd wanted, regardless. She wanted all your interactions to be sexual in nature: the good and the bad. To erase any hint of the way things had been before. As you pulled her down off the desk... resting her skull against the hard front so you could finish off in her throat, you realised: There was no escaping her now. She would never accept a normal life. Never go off to college or suffer seeing you with another woman. She was your perfect little sex-slave... and you were chained to her without hope of escape.
Chapter 6, Two Months Together
Slamming yourself down her throat, your daughter gazed up at you with quivering eyes. You made sure to support her skull as you drove in and out of it... but it still must've been uncomfortable to be used as nothing more than a hole on a kickstand in such uncushioned environs.
The desk rattled as her head bounced against it on occasion, and her nostrils flared when struggled to breathe. She was in a sorry state indeed... Black mascara running down her cheeks in dark rivulets, meeting other liquids dripping from her nose and the corners of her ever-occupied mouth. Her knees had buckled beneath her, hiding her red striped ass and invaded rectum. Relying on your arms to hold her up against your onslaught.
She could handle all this and more though, your cum-guzzling nymphlet. The girl who had learned circular breathing in a week, just to allow you to face fuck her indefinitely. Any way it was possible for you to make use of her body, she would flex and train herself to accommodate. Pleasure, pain and degradation. Your child saw them all as her offerings to you. Her gifts to be honed and practised. She revelled in those dark and twisted reaches of human desire where all such experiences met. The dreams that others feared to share in public, lest they find out they should have been nightmares. She wanted to find the lowest reaches of you, using only her tender, young body. She wanted to be everything you could ever want, to stave off any chance of you leaving her behind.
All this went through your mind, as you continued to choke her with the meat that made her. Her rabid jealousy at any hint of a rival for you was just the price you must pay for this demonic angel of yours... you supposed. Your inability to adequately discipline her, simply penance for your own sins and inability to resist their pull. All lovers are equal in pursuit of one another after all, whether domineering or dominated, giving or receiving. Far more than in the relationship between parent and child.
At last, with three more heaving thrusts into her oesophagus, bumping her skull against the wooden desk front. You filled her gullet with semen. She gulped it all down greedily... Not that there was much choice with you still occupying every inch before her tonsils. Then you pulled free, letting her collapse into a gasping pile. Drooling saliva in glinting lines onto her classroom floor. You yourself fell back against one of the smaller study tables, worn out by your exertions. You quickly scanned the windows of the room for aghast strangers already on the phone to numerous authorities.
There were none. But then, staring down at the mess you had made of your darling child once more... You half-felt there should have been. She pushed you and pushed you. Yet every time she did, you simply took that momentum and ran with it. Her jealousy was not the crime here.
Helping her up, the pair of you scurried away. There were still a few straggling families at the gates as you left. Lord knows what they thought of the bedraggled state of her. Presumably just that her report card had been particularly bad. You had handed back her shoes, but her bra, panties and socks were still in a bundle under your arm... hopefully disguised enough by each other to look like an old PE kit or such. You both jumped in the car and hurried home, not a word spoken the entire journey.
As soon as the door was closed behind you... You were upon each other again. Kissing her down to the floor, you entered her once more. This time the intercourse was vaginal and loving. Her legs splaying out as you slid between them. She pulled you in tightly and threw her tongue around your mouth. Clearly as turned on by the whole, horrible experience as you had been. It had been a risk beyond all reason. A match below everything you had worked for. Still, as you came inside your only child yet again. Filling her with everything you shouldn't. You realised it was certainly not going to be the last. The adrenaline that burned through you both was electric and unfathomable. The lust, undeniable. Your love was taboo, yet it could not be held back.
And so the holidays started... two months in each other's company. Your daughter threw her sweat-stained uniform in the wash. Not to be touched again, except for aesthetic reasons, for all that time. She spent the rest of the evening naked, cuddling up with you on the sofa. Until the time came for you both to head up to your shared bed. You woke up once in the night to find her just watching you, hands clasped beneath her head. She smiled as you reached out to caress her. Letting you masturbate one more time onto her silken skin. You had used up all your allowed penetrations after all...
Rules had to be kept.