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Leanne's was impressed the first of all metre she saw him : slim, fit, very good looking, very attractive for a man in his late thirties ; twenty age her senior, but clearly very a lot in his prime.

She had always been attracted to older men, and she put this pile to her ‘ daddy-issues ’. She had never known her sire.

Her mother had told her the write up many prison term."It was a abbreviated but very passionate affair. He was rattling in bed !"

"Ooh Mom ! Too much information ! I don't need to know that, thanks !"

"We only lasted a few weeks, not even long enough to assure my parents he existed, never judgment introduce them. We split up, and a week later his contracted ended, and he left townspeople without me. A few week after that I found out I was pregnant with you and moved back home to live with my parents. Your granddad went ballistic, but my ex had gone, and he never came back."

Leanne's mom had been a marvellous mother, and her grandparents had quickly come to terms with the site and rallied turn. They had always been there for them both, and Leanne had been close to them until they had both passed away.

Her Mom had married, and Leanne had taken her stepfather's cognomen just before starting school, but the marriage only lasted a few twelvemonth, and the duo of them had been alone again ever since.

Sadly, her mother had passed away last yr, and Leanne was on her own, just starting at university. She was engaged making new friends, and settling into her track, but she was lonely. She needed a man in her lifetime. This man that she'd found, she had decided.

She considered herself quite a competent private tec, discovering where he lived and worked. He was an IT adviser and appeared to be both single and unattached. He seemed to give a small group of close supporter, which is always a good sign. prissy the great unwashed have friends.

She watched him walk past her on his way to sour, as she sat outside the chocolate shop she had chosen precisely because it was on his regular route. She laughed to herself, realising that she would fathom More like a prowler than a tec if she confided in any of her new friends.

How to get to come across him was the challenge. He didn't socialise much, and not anywhere her friends would go with her. She didn't feel brave enough to just walk up to him and say ‘ Hi, fancy going for a chocolate ?'either.

In the end, she decided to ‘ extrusion into him'as he left work one eve, recognising him as individual she had noticed walking passed her dearie coffee shop every morning. Hopefully, he would be receptive to the subtle compliment and start chatting as they ‘ just hap to be walking the same way ’.

Her timing was impeccable ; she literally bumped into him as he stepped into the street from his office block, and he immediately apologised for being so inept. His smile melted her heart. She then feigned surprise at recognising him and noticed his boldness blushed slightly.

He introduced himself as Apostle Paul and shook her hand. As they walked along the street together, chatting felt as raw as if they'd been friends for class, and he had a great sense of humour.

When they arrived at his berth, he stopped."This is me,"he said motioning with his head, and smiling at her again. She just caught herself before she blurted out"Yeah, I know."

Instead, she turned and stood in front of him, grinning up at him all coy and shy, her head tilted, feeling her own cheeks colouring a little now. Would he ask to meet her again ? She had to be far too young for him to desire to expend any time with her, surely ? She waited. He hesitated. She waited longer. This was getting awkward, but she had to hang in there.

"Listen,"he finally said, blushing.

"Yes ?"Her eyes were wide with Hope. She so wanted to get to know him better.

"I erm… I know a neat picayune Italian blank space just around the recession. I don't suppose…"

"Yes ! I'd sexual love to !"she almost squealed.

"Oh. Ok. Great."

They agreed a metre later that evening and he turned to go inside. As she walked away, she turned to wait back as he did the Sami. They waved and she hurried on her way, her heart pound. She'd done it, and it was so easy ! He was cool, and she was really looking forward to finding out more about him. She couldn't believe how good-looking he was.

Arriving back in her elbow room, she flung herself on the bed, laughing. She couldn't stop thinking about this man she had just met. Apostle Paul.

The side by side few calendar week were a whirlwind. She did not require to feel the way she did about him. Wanting to get to know him had very quickly become falling deeply in honey with him. He felt the same way about her, too.

One of his qualities that impressed her was that he was so considerate. He made no effort to take advantage of her youthful rawness and rush her into a physical kinship. She wasn't a virgin, but as a tardy teenager, twenty year his junior, he might easily have manipulated her. It didn't even occur to him to try. In fact, they didn't have full phase of the moon sex together until nearly three calendar month into their relationship.

When it finally happened, he was patient and gentle. His tongue gave her the most powerful orgasm of her life, and when he eased himself inside her he held her come together, making honey to her slowly, whispering his love for her until his own impending orgasm took over him. He thrust into her More forcefully, his organic structure stiffening, and he gazed deep into her eyes as he came.

They became inseparable, and she moved into his flat. The sex quickly became more up-and-coming and adventurous. And very frequent. Her favourite billet was cowgirl, riding him punishing enough and fast adequate to make them both cum. He loved to go down on her until she came, before she returned the favour.

They had discussed their age deviation and it didn't matter to them. Although his fitness was never an issue in the chamber, she would sometimes fluff him about how yearn he could last, being old enough to be her forefather, after all. That just spurred him on to know her harder, and longer.

They weren't a secret. Their various friends wound them up about their age gap, but they didn't brain. Paul knew that his acquaintance were all secretly envious that he had pulled a gorgeous sexy blond who was half his age, and Leanne's friends begrudgingly admitted he was hot, even if he was ‘ an old man ’.

She told Saint Paul that her friends teased her about having sex with a man old enough to be her father and began calling him ‘ Dad'and ‘ Daddy'when they were having sex. It made him laugh, and he admitted it turned him on maybe a little too much when she yelled"fuck me, papa ! Cum in your short fille's pussycat !"

He turned it around on her sometimes, telling her"I need my girl to suck my turncock, right now !"and"sup Daddy's spunk, baby !"

Once, as they cuddled in bed after another amazing session, she said"You know I never knew my father, which is apparently the understanding why I'm attracted to older men, but imagine if, by some freak coincidence, it turned out you were my dad. How weird would that be ?"

They laughed.

"I'm half grievous though,"she said."We love each other so much, and do it fucking each other so much. Suppose we found out you really were my dad. A trillion-to-one chance, I know, but would you still carry on fucking me ?"

He tried to consider her question seriously but couldn't help laughing at the absurdity of it."If I could get over the guilt of having already fucked my own daughter's brains out god knows how many times, I don't think I'd ever be capable to terminate myself doing you again. You're way too hot."

She laughed and blushed a niggling."Let's bump out, then. Just to put it beyond doubt that you're not my dad, even though it's virtually impossible. Let's do DNA tests."

"No, it's a waste of money… unless… we could do the crime syndicate tree diagram, genetic inheritance thing. That might be interesting for us both."

So, it was agreed, and they got the kits. When the meter came to spue their spit into the little psychometric test tube, Paul noticed than Leanne seemed aflutter."What's up ?"

She shrugged."Just got this sudden feel it's a bad estimation after all, and we'd be intimately off not knowing."

He snorted."We come from different share of the area. It's impossible. Anyway, it was your musical theme, so you can't chicken out now."

She relented and they sent the outfit off for analysis.

When the result came back, they sat at the kitchen table to open their emails together, and Leanne seemed really unsettled again. Alice Paul took her hired hand and reassured her.

"Are you prepare ?"he asked."Three, two one, go !"

They both clicked on their emails and began reading. The muteness lasted a full bit before St. Paul finally breathed"Fuck ! ”.

Leanne stared at him with fright in her center. He rubbed his custody over his cheek before he spoke."I don't understand. How can I possibly be your father ?"

It was only after a detailed discussion about Leanne's mother, her maiden public figure, and where she had lived when she fell pregnant with Leanne, just before she split from her beau and moved back to her parent's hometown, that it all made sensory faculty to him.

Apostle of the Gentiles was stunned. He was Andrew D. White with seismic disturbance, and speechless.

"Leanne was on the brink of tears."I knew this was a bad melodic theme. What are we going to do ? You said you would still need me even if I was your girl. We love each other, Saul of Tarsus. What should we do ?"

"I need time to think,"he said."I'm going for a walk."

He was gone all day and didn't return until late in the evening. Leanne had gone to bed. She always slept naked because they always had sex, but she put a nightshirt and panty by the bed, just in pillowcase he objected to getting into bed with his nude daughter.

He went to the lav to brush his teeth before he came into the sleeping room. The wait was agonising for her. When he appeared in the doorway it was clear he had been crying. Not a good sign, thought Leanne. He had also left on his t-shirt and boxers instead of being naked with a erection. Definitely a bad sign.

He got into bed beside her."Can I cuddle you ?"she asked."Girls can cuddle into their dads, can't they ?"

He nodded and she rolled towards him. He put his arms around her, and she laid her head on his chest. If he was concerned about her nakedness, he didn't let it show.

"I'm worried sick, Saul of Tarsus. What have you decided ?"

"I'm still shocked and confused. I don't know what to do."

She kissed his cheek and took a deep breather."I've been thinking all day, too. I have an melodic theme. More of an experiment, really. Can I try it ?"

He nodded.

"Don't do or say anything, okay ?"

He nodded again. She rolled on top of him and sat up. He looked at her raw breasts immediately and opened his mouth to speak, but she put a fingertip to his mouth and shook her header, to remind him. Then she took his manus and pressed his medal against her white meat. He swallowed hard but didn't resist, trusting her. She began rocking her hips, pressing down on him as if she was fucking him, and began to verbalize in a whisper.

"I need your consistence, Paul, right now more than ever. I need your big hard cock inside me. I need to cum all over it. I need to sense you filling my kitty-cat with your spunk as you squeeze my tit and pinch my nipples. Squeeze them for me now."

He swallowed again and did as she asked. She continued to crunch her hips against him.

"I love riding you, Paul the Apostle. I love fucking you until I cum all over your beautiful cock. I love you pounding my pussy until you've emptied your testicle right up inside me. I love it when you pin me down and bonk me like a bitch."

She felt the stirring in his groin. He was starting to get a erection. Her plan was working. Her defenseless dead body was irresistible to him even when he knew she was his daughter. She jumped off him and whipped his packer down. Before he had time to react, she went down on him, taking his semi-erect cock in her sassing, sucking him as hard as she could. He didn't stop her. In fact, he groaned and pushed his rosehip up to her brass, his cock quickly becoming rock-hard.

She straddled him and lowered herself down onto him, sliding his full duration into her. His eyes were closed. She lifted his hands up to her breasts again and he squeezed them as she began to ride him.

Often, they would talk dirty to each other, urge on each other on, but now they were still. She just focused on using her cycle, and her internal brawniness to get him worked up. She knew exactly how to do it, how to roil her hips and gurgle her vaginal muscle to squeeze and fondle his cock as she slid up and down on it, grinding her button against his pubic bone. It always worked them both into a frenzy.

He had stopped squeezing her breasts but kept his hands on them, his thenar rubbing against her diamond-hard nipple as she moved, and she could experience that he was getting closer to an climax. His face was getting flushed and he was breathing faster, and although he laid still, she felt his rosehip pushing up against her as the tension built within him.

As he got closer, she rode him faster, gripping him even mean, panting hard from the exertion. Finally, she felt his body stiffen. He was almost at the point of no return. She had practised her lines, remembering them from some of their preceding sex-games.

"That's it baby, cum for me, you know you want to. I'm gon na cum, too."

His stomach tensed, and his hips jerked involuntarily. He was on the edge, and she went for it.

"Oh god ! I'm cumming, Dad !"she yelled."I'm cumming on your cock ! Cum for me papa ! Cum in your daughter's pussycat ! fill me with your spunk, Dad !"

He grunted loudly, and his whole organic structure shook as she felt him releasing into her. She slowed down when she felt him relax, and laid on his chest, both of them breathing hard.

They laid in secrecy for a few minutes, until Leanne looked up at him and spoke softly.

"Thank you. I needed that."She kissed his mouth and he opened his eyes, smiling at her sheepishly. Was he feeling guilty now ? she wondered.

"I guess you were right then,"she whispered.

"What do you mean ?"

"Remember that day when we sent the DNA kits off ?"

"Yeah."

"I asked you, in the trillion-to-one chance your really were my dad, would you still carry on fucking me."

"I remember."

"And you said I was way too hot for you to ever stop doing me."

He nodded.

"Well, you were right. You know I really am your daughter now and you've still fucked me anyway."

"Well, technically, you just fucked me. I didn't do anything."

"You know what I mean. And that's the power point. You didn't do anything. You could give birth stopped me at any meter, but you didn't. You knew I was your girl when I started sucking your cock, and you let me. You didn't stop me when I fucked you, and you knew I was your daughter when you let yourself cum in me."

She grinned at him triumphantly."I really am too hot for you to ever stop doing me !"

Paul frowned."But we shouldn't have done it, Leanne. It's incest. It's haywire. It's my fracture. I should have taken responsibility and stopped you. I'm sorry."

"I'm not. I wanted it. And so did you. You can't deny that, I'm still to the full of your cum."

He winced at that.

"The fact that you're my biological male parent is a technicality. You didn't know until this morning. It's not like you've bounced me on your knee since I was a baby and now you've seduced me.

"To me, being a Father-God is not about blood line and gene, it's about being a family, being there for your kids. You didn't even know you'd got my mom pregnant, so you couldn't be there for me, and that wasn't anyone's mistake. So, in that sense, the sense that matters to me, you're not my father at all, really. We can just bury about the stupefied test issue and carry on being us."

"But it's illegal, Leanne."

"Who's gon na live ? We can choose to keep our DNA test results common soldier, and mom couldn't put your name on my birth certificate because you weren't there, so no-one can ever find oneself out unless we tell them."

"But we still know it's wrong."

"It isn't to me, and we've already crossed that line now, anyway. We can't go back. We've done it once, so doing it again doesn't make any difference."

"I want it to be right. It feels right, but my head keeps telling me it's wrong."

"If it feels right, then it is right. Let's sopor on it."

Leanne laid on his chest again, and they were tacit for a while, lost in their own thoughts.

Leanne hoped that she was beginning to win him over. His only logical argument had been a regulation saying it's wrong, but even so, he'd admitted that it still felt right for them to be together as a twosome. She realised their entire relationship hung in the residuum, but she hoped that sex would clinch it. She knew Saint Paul was always horny when he woke up, and that would face her next chance to persuade him they were too good together to end it.

Paul's head was still spinning. He'd been shaken to the meat by the test issue, and dearly wished Leanne had not persuaded him to do it. Now that he knew the accuracy, he couldn't ignore it, but it hadn't altered his belief for her. He also accepted that he couldn't resist her when she made a play for him, even knowing she was his daughter. She had just proved that.

What he hadn't told Leanne was that he hadn't just been unable to resist her. Knowing she was really his daughter and they were no longer just pretending had really turned him on, and when he had cum inside her his coming had been mind-blowing.

That was frying his brain. Was he a perverted devil for lusting after his own daughter ? For wanting to cum in her ? Or was the test consequence really just a triviality as she had said, because there had never been a father-daughter human relationship for him to corrupt ? In every signified early than genetics, they were just two strangers who met and fell in love, and that couldn't ever be wrong. Except for the incest bit. But they had already crossed that communication channel spectacularly, and he desperately wanted to do it again. He just knew that they shouldn't. His head word was totally messed up.

They must have drifted off to sleep together. It was the middle of the night when he woke, needing the bathroom. He still had his jersey on and felt too hot. He pulled it off before getting back into bed. Leanne was sleeping on her spinal column. She looked so beautiful, and so peaceable. Her breathing was slack and steady. She really does seem to be well-off with this, he thought. Maybe I should be as well ?

He gently peeled the quilt down feather to her waistline and admired her au naturel boob in the semi-darkness. Her nipples stiffened on exposure to the colder air of the room. As he watched her lying there, he began to get aroused. He wanted her.

He leaned down, placing supply ship candy kiss around the house rounded mound of her young breast, slowly zeroing in on her pap. He traced wet circle around it with the tip of his lingua and heard her suspiration. He sucked it gently before teasing it between his teeth and his tongue.

She moaned, sleepily."Oh, pop, that feels lovely."

proclivity across her he tended to her former breast, spending several minutes moving back and forth between them. He could listen in her respiration that he was arousing her. Pushing the quilt onto the story, he traced a line of sonant kisses down her stomach to her clean-shaven mound. She silently parted her legs as he climbed between them.

He was in no hurry. He kissed and licked her up and down the flabby flesh on either side of her lip several times before running his tongue up the middle. She was already moist, and her lips parted naturally, his tongue flickering across her divulge vulva. She gasped and sighed. He did it repeatedly, until he felt her pushing her pelvic girdle up against his mouth. She wanted his tongue inside her.

She moaned as the tip of his tongue penetrated her, rapidly poking in and out of her repeatedly before gliding up to her clitoris. Taking it between his lips, he sucked gently, feeling it stiffen. She moaned more loudly. He worked his lingua around her swelling clit in swift lap, flickered over it and then sucked it before starting again, and again, the rite driving her wild. She was panting, moaning, and writhing beneath him.

He slid one finger inside her and found her G-spot. Massaging it to the same rhythm as his glossa on her clit, he led her sweetly over the edge into a prolonged orgasm that made her integral body shiver and sway, and she cried out in longsighted noisy moans. When she could lease no more, she pushed his point away, and curled up on her side with her hands pressed between her tightly clenched thigh, her hips still twitching.

He laid beside her, waiting for her to recover. He had a cast-iron erection and absentmindedly stroked it as he listened to her breathing gradually slowing. She was still on her side. When she had settled, he grasped her lower ankle and pulled her leg straightaway. Pushing the articulatio genus of her upper leg up towards her chest, he straddled her straight leg. He was now in the perfect situation to figure her. He nudged the tip of his cock between the moist lips of her waiting vagina, and she moaned.

"Leanne,"he whispered."Would you wish Daddy to put his stiff cock in his little girl's pussy ?"

"Mmm, yes, I would love it."

"Then ask him nicely."

"Ooh, please dad. Put your big heavy cock in you trivial girl's pussy. Please."

He nudged the tip of his cock against her wet muddle, so she could feel the force per unit area without him entering her.

"Oh, Daddy, don't ribbing me. Please put it in me. I need to feel pappa's big stiff pecker inside my tight, wet, fiddling cunt,"she purred.

"I think my spicy daughter wants her daddy to fuck her."

"Oh, yes, I do, Daddy. Please fuck me Daddy. Your daughter needs a good hard fucking."

Without warning, Saul slammed his full length all the way into her. She squealed in shock and delight."Ooh, Daddy ! Your hammer is massive ! Fuck me, daddy. Please."

Finally, he did his daughter's command. Ramming his cock into her, he could feel the tip punching her uterine cervix every time, and she squealed and gasped as he fucked her relentlessly, her vaginal muscles gripping him tightly and sucking him even deeper inside her with every powerful thrust.

It didn't take long for him to feel his own coming beginning to boil up inside him, as his cock began to pulsate.

"Oh, not long now babe,"he whispered hoarsely."Not long before Daddy squirts his nerve inside his girl's tight lilliputian pussy."

"Oh, yes, Daddy. Empty your musket ball in me. make full your daughter's puss with your hot spunk."

He grunted, and thrust his hips forward one last time, holding himself recondite inside her, as his balls tightened, and he began spurting into her.

"Ooh, I can find it dada ! I can palpate you cumming in my pussy. filling your girl up, Daddy. Give me every last fall of your hot spunk."

When he was finally done, Paul collapsed onto the bed, beside her, and they both began laughing. They knew how cockeyed they must have sounded, but they didn't care.

The deal was sealed. Both of them had now instigated incestuous sex. They were so far across the rail line it was no longer relevant. life-time was good again. Everything back to normal.

Or so Apostle of the Gentiles thought.

The picture - share 2 of 2

Their relationship continued as before, but the hole-and-corner knowledge that they were father and daughter made their sex life even more excite, and more than satisfying. Everything seemed perfect, until Apostle Paul began looking in the bedroom closet for some text file he needed, while Leanne was out.

What he needed was beneath an old pic album belonging to Leanne, and it fell on the floor, spilling out some of the exposure. He picked everything up and carried the spate to the kitchen tabular array to put it all back together again.

As he sorted through the photographs and began replacing them, he noticed the back lining of the album had come loose from the cover, and one photograph had somehow got wedged behind it. When he pulled it free and looked at it, he froze.

He hadn't seen this picture of himself in at least twenty eld. He had given it to the young woman who took it ; Leanne's mother. He hadn't changed much. He was instantly recognisable as a younger interpretation of himself. Even his hair's-breadth dash was the same. Leanne must have had it at least since her female parent had died, if she knew it was there. If she did, she had known he was her father all along, from before the day they had met.

Could it have been hidden there by her mother, unexplored until just now ? Or had Leanne been lying to him the unit metre ? Had she deliberately lured him into their incestuous family relationship ? Why ? He had to be intimate the truth.

He tried to think rationally. It didn't make sense that she knew. If she had, she had taken a massive danger by suggesting the DNA exam. Was that meant to be a bluff ? He would refuse, and it would never be mentioned again ?

Had he unwittingly called her bluff by agreeing ? He suddenly recalled how skittish she had been about providing the sample distribution, and then reading the results. That made sense now, if she already knew the result was most probably going to shatter their relationship into a billion pieces.

But why take the opportunity at all ? Why not just leave alone it as an amusing and sexy bedtime game ? That would be more sensitive, which suggested she hadn't known about the photograph, or their true family relationship, at all. He didn't know what to think and his head was spinning.

He wanted to believe that, but he had to know. He came up with a plan.

When Leanne came home a forgetful while later, Paul was sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee. He had made one for Leanne, of course, and put the photograph next to her cup, face down.

He would check her reaction intently as she turned it over. He believed he knew her well enough to know from her formula if she had seen it before.

She saw it as she sat down, and automatically turned it over."What's this… ? ”.

Her expression froze, and then her face crumpled, teardrop running down her brass. She had seen it before, he was sure as shooting. He let her indite herself, using the time to focus on his breathing, trying to quell, or at to the lowest degree control, the anger he felt welling up. He kept telling himself not to try her. Stay open-minded. There may be a simple and innocent explanation.

He wasn't bad tempered or given to angry outbursts. When Leanne stopped crying, he tried to speak calmly and quietly.

"What do you want to secern me about that ? About us ?"

She looked up at him and began.

"I've always known your epithet, but Mom swore me to secrecy when grandad was animated, so he wouldn't go looking for you. Mom never blamed you, and she never regretted getting pregnant with me. You had a brief kinship that was never destined to make, and I was the unexpected but much-loved consequence. She thought you were awesome in bed, by the way, and I know why."

Saint Paul didn't react, and she immediately regretted her attempt to lighten up the mood.

"She showed me this photo when I was very Young, and I looked at it often over the years. As I got onetime, I realised how trade good looking you are. I never thought of you as my father because you weren't. Not really. And Mom never made an issue of it, either. I just saw you as my Mom's boyfriend. As a young teenager, I looked at this and fantasised about this hot young guy being my boyfriend. Innocent girlfriend's stuff."

She blushed."I even gave myself my first orgasm looking at this photograph. But then I discovered boy and forgot about you.

"When Mom died, everything changed. I changed. For the firstly time, I decided I wanted to traverse you down if I could, and meet you, as my founding father. Only as my father, I promise. I didn't have much to go on, and there are lots of guys with your name, but I remembered something Mom had said about your favourite place being here. So, this where I focused my search, and I found your address.

"I still couldn't be sealed it was you, of track, so I applied for university here, and got in. I figured that if it wasn't you, it wouldn't subject. I'd just get on with my life. If it was you, but you didn't want to know me, which would be graspable, then Same again. But I really hoped it was you, and that you would take on me. I have no former mob, and I was lonely. I felt like I could really do with a founder in my life.

"I came down here a week earlier than I needed to and found your home address. I was so happy that I'd found you, but I was too affright to approach you. I followed you to play one morning time, because I was curious, and found that chocolate shop along the way. I wondered if you would ever ask me why I went there, because it was nowhere near where I lived, but you never did.

"I went there in time to see you walk to work every morning because even that felt like some sort of connection, as pathetic as that sounds now. But I also needed time to figure out how I could border on you the get-go time.

"Because of the age gap I figured I couldn't just take the air up to you and say, ‘ Hi, fancy a coffee ? ’, and I wouldn't have dared anyway. I also couldn't just walk up to you and say, ‘ Hi Dad, bully to finally fulfil you ’. You would sustain run a mile."

"So, you arranged to happen into me as I left the office that day ?"

Leanne nodded.

"I know this all sounds a bit stalker-ish, but I couldn't figure out how else to match you. I thought that if we could just get talking and make admirer, I might then be able-bodied to work out out a way to slowly acquaint myself as who I really am, in a way that hopefully wouldn't nut you out."

"So, what stopped you doing that ?"

"I fell in honey with you instead. I don't have that much experience with cat, but you blew me away. right field from that very number one eventide at the Italian restaurant, I was awestruck. You were… you still are… the most amazing man I've ever met. And you were still incredibly good looking. Even more than in this exposure. You've got better with age.

"And you fell in love with me, too. It was totally genuine between us ; you must believe that. But it gave me a real problem. I wasn't lying to you, but not telling you was still deceiving you, and I felt dread about it. I wracked my brainpower for some way of telling you gently. I thought that however I did it, it was going to destroy us, and I didn't want to hurt you any Thomas More than I had to. It was breaking my essence that it was going to end, but I couldn't live with the deception.

"So that's why I played on our age-gap and began the altogether daddy-daughter sleeping room plot. I thought if I could get you used to the idea as a fancy first, it might not appear quite so shocking when I found a way to crack the news to you. And despite everything, I do love you so much and I still harboured a dream that we might somehow survive you finding out. Which we did."

She paused, and seemed cryptical in thought.

"Go on,"said Paul."I want to jazz. Everything."

"I realised that just notification you would reveal that I had known all along, and that would probably be the end of us anyway. All I could come in up with was the DNA affair, as a bit of a joke, that would take to the shocking Book of Revelation, seemingly for both of us. I know that was still a little deceitful on my component, but I couldn't think of any early way, and at to the lowest degree then you would make out. That was more important.

"I was so salvage that you were okay about it, and we're so glad together aren't we ? It all just went amiss because we fell in love, and so fast, before I could make sense of it, and before I'd figured out how to severalize you. Please tell me we're still okay, Paul. Please."

She started crying again, and Saint Paul stood up.

"I need time to think."

He grabbed his jacket and walked out.

Leanne was still sat at the table when he returned a mates of minute later. He sat down again, and she looked at him, her case fraught with anxiety.

"determination that photograph in the lining of the album really scrambled my brain, Leanne. I didn't know whether you knew it was there or not, and what it meant for us if you did."

She nodded.

"Did you really get yourself off for the first-class honours degree clock time looking at it, and fantasising about me ?"

She blushed and nodded again. There was the hint of a smile on his sass. Was that a good signboard ? Or just his male person ego ? She looked at him, waiting nervously.

"I'm angry that you didn't distinguish me straight away, but I understand that it must have been a difficult subject to broach with a complete stranger, so I get that you wanted us to get to bed each early first. It was a reasonable way of doing it.

"And you're compensate, we did accrue in love very fast. Not quite jazz at first tidy sum, but not far off, and I realise that must sustain made it so much more unmanageable, but you still should have told me, Leanne. That was your big mistake."

She dropped her gaze and looked down at the photograph again. He was about to end their family relationship. She could feel her tears welling up as her warmheartedness began to break and taste unvoiced to keep herself together.

His tone of voice changed. More assertive.

"I'm your father, Leanne. Whether I want to be or not. When my daughter makes misunderstanding it's my obligation to even off her. I shirked that responsibility once and I'm not going to do it again. You need to be punished for what you did."

She felt so sad she couldn't meet his gaze.

"Go to the sleeping accommodation and get undressed. You need to be punishment-fucked."

She looked at him, shocked. Did this mean they were okay ? She wanted to be overjoyed but was still incertain. She couldn't read his expression through her tears.

"Now, Leanne,"he commanded.

She leapt to her feet and hurried to the bedroom. He followed her a few moments later.

As he entered the elbow room, she was pulling her garb off over her head. He opened the wardrobe and ***********ed four of his standoff and one of Leanne's scarf joint. He turned towards the bed and watched Leanne remove her underwear and get on the bed. She laid on her back in the middle, looking up at the cap. She wiped a tear from her eye and waited.

The sight of her naked body was intoxicating, and he felt himself becoming aroused. He tied her radiocarpal joint and ankles to the four street corner of the bed material body, then took her headphones from her bedside cabinet and connected them to his headphone. He ***********ed a longsighted classic euphony track and put the earbuds in her ears. Her optic were closed. He could feel she was trembling a little.

He gently lifted her head, wrapping the scarf joint around to blindfold her, and entertain the earbuds in plaza. He tied it off with a knot to one slope. Then he prepared.

Leanne laid in perfect wickedness, her headland filled with music, for what seemed like an age. She was naked and completely immobilised. She felt queer and vulnerable. She was telling herself that Alice Paul wouldn't hurt her. He never had before, but there was a vague worry in her mind that this whole situation was different. The music was a very decompress musical composition, but she couldn't relax. She couldn't stop trying to process what was happening. Had he forgiven her ? Or was he really going to punish her ? Was this going to be some frightful word of farewell fuck before he threw her out ? Or was it something else ?

She jumped. Something hot and wet had touched her vulva for a second. She tensed. Then it happened again, and she realised Paul was licking her. She relaxed a little, but her complete unprotectedness and sensorial deprivation were unsettle. He continued licking and probing her with his clapper and she could feel herself getting wet with stimulation. She was just beginning to enjoy it when he stopped. She felt his weight shifting on the bed.

She jumped again. Something ice-cold was pushed inside her. It was an ice-cube, and her vaginal muscles squeezed tight as a protective instinct. It was so cold it was almost painful.

Suddenly her vibrator touched her clit and she convulsed, crying out in impact. She felt Paul's back talk envelop and sucking on one nipple as his fingers pinched the other, her vibrator still pulsing against her clit. It was too vivid, too soon, and she cried out again.

The vibrator slowly trailed up her stomach and took over the arousal of one nipple, as St. Paul continued sucking the former. After what seemed care several minutes but maybe wasn't, his mouth and the vibrator swopped, and he repeated this pattern at distance. She had sensitive pap and became extremely aroused. arc of electricity seemed to fly through her body from her nipples to her button, and she gasped and moaned in pleasure as her body lost mastery and deform and riffle in reply to Paul's attentions.

The next sensation was difficult for her to describe. Something was nuzzling up against her vulva. It was moth-eaten and wet, and hard but not. The press increased and she consciously relaxed her heftiness. Resisting was pointless, she was helpless. This very thick target slowly and smoothly penetrated her vagina until it pressed up against her cervix. Stretching her widely, its coldness against her warm inner flesh injection spasm of pleasance through her body.

She caught the hint of a perfume in her anterior naris and realised what it was. Paul was fucking her with a chilled, skinned cucumber. The rhythmic incursion and secession were always full astuteness, pushing against her cervix uteri then retreating all the way back out, then entering her again. He started slowly and smoothly, still sucking one pap and teasing the other with her vibrator. She couldn't imagine what stead he was in to attain this, but the exquisite sensations took over and her judgment went blank. She couldn't think, she could only feel, and her body was pulsing and tingling all over.

Her cucumber vine shtup gradually got quicker, and quicker. Her nipples were suddenly deserted, and she was fleetingly frustrated, but then her vibrator made inter-group communication with her clit. With the vibrator on full velocity and the Cucumis sativus fucking her at full tilt, her dead body surrendered. She let out a long continuous high-pitched moan as a huge orgasm suddenly exploded through her, her body convulsing in X until she couldn't stand it, and begged Saul of Tarsus to stop.

She sighed in substitute as the vibrator was lifted away and the cucumber came to remain bass inside her. She could feel her vaginal brawn spasming along its integral length, and her skin tingled from head to foot. She realised she was panting, and her throat was too dry for her to speak. Just as her coming had drifted away and she was finally able to relax completely, the cucumber began again, and the vibrator returned.

It was too soon."No,"she managed to cry, but in seconds her eubstance convulsed again as she was hit by another massive orgasm. It felt rhapsodic but dreadful at the same meter, and when she could tolerate it no longer, she shook her head desperately, croaking,"stoppage. Please stop."

As she lay recovering an ice -cube was presented to her lips, and she sucked on it, letting the cold water trickle to the back of her throat, soothing her.

Finally, she could speak again."Oh god, that was awesome."

Suddenly it began again. The vibrator and the cucumber pulverised her senses in seconds and she screamed in pain as the mettle in her clitoris and vagina seemed to blow up and burn. She writhed and thrashed in an campaign to run away but she was bound too tightly. As her physical structure bucked and quivered, she had no choice but to surrender to the sensory faculty, and one agonising orgasm after another ripped through her body, for respective minutes without a break.

At some percentage point she realised that it no longer offend. She had passed through a threshold, and now her whole trunk was tingling and vibrating, as each coming rippled into the next without a pause and she felt she was floating in ecstasy.

Slowly the maven began to melt away, as if she was draining of energy, and the vibrator and the cuke finally ended their relentless assault on her body.

She laid still, sweating. Her chest was heaving, and she felt completely exhausted. She was vaguely cognisant that her ankle joint were being released, and then her human knee were being lifted towards her chest. She didn't maintenance what was happening, she was too blissed-out.

She felt him kneel with his knees either English of her hips. With her leg over his shoulder, and Paul supporting himself on his outstretched arms, Leanne was folded in half and pinned beneath him.

He slowly penetrated her. His cock felt red hot. He paused, and her blindfold and earbuds were removed. She blinked in the bright light, and gradually focused on him. He was looking down at her, his look curious. She was too dazed to speak and could only manage a weak smile. He smiled back.

"For the final examination role of a daughter's punishment, her father has to have sex her. Hard. Until he cums inside his footling female child's sore and vain pussy."

She nodded in submission, and the final penalization began. Paul pounded her with all his durability, ramming himself into her as firmly and as fast as he could, grunting with the exertion.

With her wrists still bound, Leanne's physical structure flopped helplessly beneath him as he drove himself on, sweating and panting as he slammed his cock into her as deep as he could with every thrust. She prayed he was venting his angriness on her so that he could forgive her. If that was what he was doing, she wanted him to hate-fuck her for as long as he needed to get it out of his system.

"Oh god,"he growled."I'm gon na cum in my daughter's cunt."

His language shocked her, but she responded immediately.

"Oh yes, daddy. Punish me. Cum in your daughter's cunt, dada. Use me. Empty your balls in my cunt."

He grunted and snarled like an brute, pounding her even harder as his whole consistence tensed, and he pumped streams of hot spunk rich inside her.

He released her stage and collapsed on her, taking a dyad of proceedings to view his breath. When he had recovered enough to bear his weight again, he looked down at her and they smiled before kissing passionately. Leanne's centre was almost bursting with joy. They had survived the crisis after all.

"Please give me at to the lowest degree six months to go back before you find a reason to punish me like that again, Dad."

"You want to do that again ?"

"Inferno yes ! But I need to reach certainly I can still have another sexual climax again after that."

"Let's find out, shall we ?"He moved to go down on her, but she stopped him."No ! Please. Not today. I'm red raw down there. It will adopt a few Clarence Day before I'm cook to even think about having sex again."

"well, if your pussycat's out of order for a few days, I'll have to cum in your rima oris every night instead, as the last of your penalization, you understand."

"Yes Dad, I understand. I'll suck you off whenever you tell me too. I'm just so relieved that you still want me to. That you still need me at all."

"It's approve babe. I understand. You were in a unique situation and did the best you could with what you knew. And then we fell in dearest and messed it all up. Equal inculpation. Just predict me there are no more clumsy photo hidden away anywhere ?"

"No more photograph. I promise. No more secrets of any kind."

"So, you really used to get yourself off on a photograph of me ?"

She blushed."Yes, I did. I fingered myself stupid looking at it for weeks."

"One more penalty I've just thought of, then. When you've recovered, of course."

"What's that ?"

"You have to lie here bare and let me look on you fingering yourself stupid while you're looking at the real me."

"And what about you ?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'll find a way to get some easement once you're done. ”