PART ONE

It was the swimsuit that did it. Yes, when you get right down to it, everything that happened between me and my girl Lisa that summertime started with the damned swimsuit.

It was early June. I was in the living room watching tv when Lisa walked in. She had just turned 18 that spring, and there was no denying it any longer - Lisa was becoming a woman. Fortunately she had inherited her mother 's spirit ; dense black hair that cascaded around her shoulders, an angelic fount with wide-eyed, dark oculus and pouting mouth. She was slim but fleshy, with the conclusion remnants of her baby fat filling out her hips and giving her the Same rounded, sensuous dead body that her mother had had, when her mother had still been around.

Lisa 's mother was one of the sweetest gallon I 'd ever known. It 's what made me fall in honey with her, and that was really what broke us up in the end. June was beautiful and she could never say no to anyone, which is why I came home one day from work to line up her in bed, her mouth full of the UPS delivery boy 's cock. Luckily Lisa was at schooling that day, and by the time she came home, June and the UPS guy were gone. Lisa stayed with me, which is what all of us wanted, even June ( although she 'd never admit it ), and together the two of us built up a pretty nice life for ourselves.

Lisa was old enough to charter on province for the household job, she went to it readily enough. Unlike to the highest degree girls, Lisa did n't seem to mind doing her share of preparation or cleaning. In fact, she took on those duties with such youthful enthusiasm that I felt rather pampered. I think she enjoyed being the woman of the sign of the zodiac, and to tell you the trueness, so did I. Her mother had never liked doing these chores, and you could recite ; the house was always a lilliputian disheveled no subject how much she claimed to work at it. With Lisa taking over, the house was always spotless when I came habitation at night. It was a expert feeling, coming through the threshold and seeing a pretty, smiling grimace greeting me with a hug and a kiss. It made me wish sometimes that Lisa would never sustain to grow up, that she would stay as she was and get hold of care of me forever.

But fille always do grow up, and Lisa was no exception. But I had n't realized just how much she 'd grown up until that day she came into the living room, wearing her new swimsuit.

'' How do you like it, pop ? '' she chirped brightly, doing a little spin in forepart of me. The minute I laid eye on her, I was riveted. She was wearing a white one-piece, strapless, cut high up on the hip. The thin, clinging textile stretched tight over her consistence, proudly displaying her plump bout breasts, their half-scoops peeking up over the edge of the suit, molding against her hips, and showing me a good constituent of her slim, immature legs. As she spun I caught a puff of her essence, a ignitor flowery fragrance that was almost as intoxicating as the very sight of her.

I must have gasped or made a haphazardness, because Lisa smiled and blushed a lilliputian bit. `` Is it too practically ? '' she asked tentatively.

I tore my gaze away from Lisa 's voluptuous body and forced a thin grinning to my lips. `` Well ... it 's very gracious, '' I managed, `` you look very pretty in it. ``

Lisa beamed, and turned again, giving me a close-up sentiment of her perfectly rounded ass. The bathing costume rode up her behind, and I could see well-nigh of her creamy, pale bottom, as well as the cracking of her ass. I was wearing only a t-shirt and underdrawers, and I could finger my cock rigidification at the sight of her, girl or not.

'' I just hope you are n't going to let any of your boyfriends see you in that, '' I said in a dry throat.

'' Oh Dad, I do n't hold any beau, '' she said. With that, she bounced off to the support porch door. `` Sherry and Ruth are over, '' she called out. `` I 'm going swimming with them, okay ? ``

'' OK, '' I called out to her, unable to resist turning in my chair to enchant one last glimpse of her beautiful teenaged ass bobbling as she trotted outside.

My peter was harder than ever as I sat there, unable to keep the figure of speech of Lisa out of my principal. She was my daughter, for the Nazarene 's sake ! That thought dampened my animal lust for a minute, but before long I began to picture my beautiful daughter frolicking in the pool with her friends, her bathing costume wet and slick ...

'' Water, '' I whispered to myself. `` piss. I 'm athirst. '' I got up and strode over to the kitchen, telling myself I was n't doing anything wrong. I was just getting a glass of ice urine, and if the refrigerator was decent in front of the big picture window facing the swimming pool, well, that was just a coincidence.

I got my urine and stood for a patch, looking out at the backyard where my girl and her friends were playing. The three of them were wearing their swim suits and splashing around in the pool. Sherry and Ruth were attractive enough, blonde and brunette respectively, but they were no mate for my Lisa. Lisa outshone them all, and as I watched her jumping off the diving table and getting out of the kitty, adjusting her suit as she did, I felt myself harden again. This time I took my cock out of my shorts and began stroking. As I did so, I finally allowed myself to consider the nighttime view that I 'd been repressing. Thoughts of Lisa, and of myself, doing things to her.

I imagined myself out there with her, straddling her as she lay face-down on a blanket, rubbing suntan oil onto her bare back. I pictured my loving hands gliding gently down, to her lower back, massaging her youthful flesh, and moving still lower, to her gorgeous ass, as she moaned with delectation and brought her rear end up to recognise me. I kissed her ass cheeks as I pulled her suit off, and spread her second joint apart, revealing her moist pussy to me. I took my cock in my hired man and slid it into her, gradually, slowly, savoring every exquisite here and now. And then, when the torture grew resistless, I rammed my stopcock home, into my daughter 's sweet, willing pussy ...

With a hoarse cry, I came all over the kitchen sideboard, the cum spurting stocky streams onto the Grey Formica countertop. I pumped my turncock dry, imagining myself coming into Lisa 's soused pussy instead.

When I 'd finished, I looked up to see Lisa looking at me. For an agonizing second I thought perhaps she 'd seen what I had done. Then I realized that the window was too high to allow her to see anything. Lisa smiled and waved at me. Sighing with moderation, I raised my hand ( the one that was n't covered with come ) and returned her wave.

As usual after stroking myself off, I immediately felt guilty about what I 'd done ... or rather, what I 'd been thinking of doing. Lisa was not only my daughter, she was also the sweet-scented, gentlest girlfriend I 'd ever known. The thought of defiling her like that, of depriving her of the chance to acquire up like a normal young woman merely to gratify his depraved desires, made me shudder.

And still ... the thoughts, once planted, took source, and there was nothing I could do about it. On this day I had begun looking at Lisa in a unlike way, and I could see no way to change that. All I could do was to try and act normally, and hope that these aberrant smell would fleet with time.

***

The next day, I went to visit with my next-door neighbor, Harry. Harry 's girl, Jane, was in Lisa 's course of study, and I 'd met Harry during one of those undecided house dark at the girls'school. We 'd become fairly ripe supporter over the years, borrowing each early 's puppet when we needed, babysitting for each other, that sort of thing. Harry was also a single parent, his wife having left him years ago, so we had a unwashed bond.

I spent the skilful part of the afternoon in Harry 's kitchen, shooting the breeze and knocking back a few beers. After a while, the conversation turned to the subject of our children.

'' That Lisa 's turning into a fine young woman, '' Harry said, his voice a little slurred with the beer we 'd been drinking. `` She 's a pretty little thing, is n't she ? ``

'' That she is, '' I said, not exactly stone cold sober myself. `` Seems like it was just yesterday she was a toddler bouncing on my knee. Now she 's all grown up. ``

Then Harry looked me in the eye and said something that turned my blood cold.

'' Have you enjoyed her yet ? ``

'' What ? ``

'' You know what I mean, squat. ``

'' Are you asking me if I 've ... touched Lisa ? ``

Harry laughed, snorting. `` Yeah, I guess that is what I 'm driving at. motherfucker gob, your girl 's a fine looking little piece, don'cha think ? She 's even prettier than my own girl. Do n't tell me you have n't thought about - ``

'' Harry, '' I said quietly, `` You 're my good friend, and I know you 've been drinking, but you 'd better shut the netherworld up genuine quick here before I let you have it. ``

Harry just grinned. `` You got ta get yours trained, like mine. You know how they are at this age. They start gettin'hot pants, runnin'around town with every Tom, Dick and Hairy peter, if you know what I mean. Got ta keep 'em down on the farm, you know ? ``

commodity friend or not, Harry 's drunken ranting was pissing me off. If anyone else had said what he 'd just said, I 'd have knocked his teeth onto the level. In fact, if he 'd gone on for another minute, I probably would have got done just that. But Harry lifted his caput and called out, `` Jane ! Get in here right now ! ``

Jane walked into the kitchen. She was a cute blond girl wearing a silk blouse and a wispy doll that blew up around her leg, showing off her slim, nyloned thighs and calves. When she saw me she smiled shyly, then turned her attention to her Father of the Church. `` What is it, Dad ? '' she asked amiably, but with a tactual sensation of nervousness in her voice. No incertitude she knew he 'd been drinking. `` I was just about to go to the motion picture with Sher - ``

'' Come here, '' Harry commanded, and his girl went around the table to him. Harry looked at me with a diabolical twinkle in his eye. `` Now this one, '' he said, `` I 've trained, and trained well. ``

With that, he slipped a handwriting up his daughter 's skirt and began roughly fondling her ass. He hiked her chick up around her hip, and I could see his fingers kneading her rump, which was covered by a lacy twain of red panties.

'' tone at this, '' Harry remarked, his hand all over his minuscule girl 's ass, `` she 's got whore 's step-in on. '' Then, to Jane, he said, `` You 're going out so you can be a whore for your boyfriends, is that it ? ``

Jane shook her foreland. She was afraid, but there was something about what they were doing that felt familiar, as if it was a regular ritual of their household.

Still rubbing Jane 's ass, Harry said, `` Because you know who your short pussy belongs to, right ? ``

Jane nodded.

'' Then tell me, '' Harry said, `` I want my friend Jack here to know, too. ``

Jane looked at me briefly, and whispered quaveringly, `` My cunt belongs to you, Daddy. ``

'' That 's a serious girl, '' Harry said gently, and turned Jane so that she sat on his lap. `` See what I mean, seaman ? '' he asked, grinning.

'' Yeah, '' I said hoarsely. My pecker was throbbing in my pants as I watched this perverted gambol going on. In all my twelvemonth of knowing Harry, I 'd never suspected that he was up to something like this. I was shocked ... but more than that, I was aroused, unbelievably so, by what my friend was doing to his own daughter.

Harry now had his hands up Jane 's blouse, and was fondling her budding boob. `` They 're still a to have substantial fun with, '' he remarked casually, `` but they 'll grow. ``

Now he plunged a hand down the front man of Jane 's skirt, and began stroking her pussy. Jane closed her eyes and began moaning softly as her father rocked her vertebral column and Forth on his lap.

'' Um, I think I should go, '' I muttered, getting up. Harry waved me back down.

'' Do n't leave yet, '' he said. `` The fun 's just starting. You want a patch of this, do n't you ? ``

I looked at Jane, leaning back against her father, whose handwriting were on her knocker and snatch. Her rippled blonde hair spread out against Harry 's chest, and she looked so tempting like that, totally helpless.

My tool was raging. I 'd only had a twosome of adult female since June and I split up, and I 'd almost forgotten what a woman 's cunt looked like.

Harry only had to see the look in my eye, and grinned his devilish grin again as he lifted Jane off of his lap and ordered her to her feet.

'' Like the girl said, her pussy belongs to daddy, '' Harry said, `` but you can have the other end if you like. '' He looked down at Jane, who was looking up at her Father with half-lidded eyes that were filled with a curious mixture of apprehension and desire. `` Would you like to give Uncle diddly here some lovin'? '' he asked.

Jane looked at me and nodded. `` Would you like me to ? '' she asked timidly.

My foreland nodded itself. At that dot I felt totally disconnected, out of control. The parentage pounded in my head and in my cock, and neither knew what it was doing, but knew only what it wanted.

Jane leaned over my lap as I sat in the kitchen chair, and unzipped me. My turncock nearly struck her as it leaped out of its confines and stood at full attention, its psyche nearly purple.

Meanwhile, Harry stood behind his girl and lifted her skirt up. I could see her bare ass peeking out from her skirt, and my hawkshaw hardened a bit more. Then I felt Jane 's sass contact my cock. She kissed my throbbing hardon all over, from head to jockey, little wet angel buss that nearly had me creaming all over her fount. Jane seemed to know when to stop, however, and she pulled back just before the crucial moment. Smiling up at me, she parted her lips and went down on my pecker, taking the strict meat into her sonant, warm mouth.

I groaned as I felt my putz sliding between her mouth, her jolty knife running over the sensitive chassis. Behind her, Harry had his own turncock out and was rubbing it between Jane 's ass cheeks.

I stroked Jane 's fairly favourable hair as she dutifully sucked my shaft. I imagined Lisa 's grimace there in place of Jane 's, and that enflamed my passions further. Grabbing wait of Jane 's head, I pushed her roughly down on my prick. She gagged a short as my cockhead hit the back of her pharynx, but her father had taught her well, and was evidently no gentler than I was, for she accepted my vicious thrusting with ease.

I saw Harry looking down at this with undiluted pleasance. No doubt it gave him joy to see his friend using his daughter as trashily as he himself did. It gave him pleasure to see his girl acting the whore. Harry was pumping his prick in and out of Jane 's snatch now, squeezing her ass buttock as he rammed habitation again and again. Jane 's whimpers of pleasure were muffled by my fat cock.

Once again I imagined my own confection daughter 's mouth loving my prick, and this meter the icon drove me over the edge. With a guttural consonant cry I shot my onus into Jane 's mouthpiece, pulling out only to pump more of my pick onto the little girl 's font. All the while, I pictured Lisa 's grimace as I covered it with my heart, and her angelic smile as she licked it off of my cock.

Harry brought himself off a minute later, his prick spasming as he sprayed his girl 's ass with his jism. Jane went on her knees in front of us as we stood and wiped our tool off on the country of her expression that were n't covered with my semen. Then she sucked us off once more each, to clean us off. Harry patted Jane on the head. `` That 's a respectable missy, '' he cooed. `` Now go on and get yourself cleaned up. It 's almost supper time. ``

Jane nodded. `` Yes, Daddy, '' she said. She looked at me once again. `` Did you enjoy me ? '' she asked, a shy smiling on her come-streaked lips.

'' Yes, God serve me, I did, '' I replied, and Harry broke out laughing.

constituent TWO

That Nox, Lisa and I decided to stay home and watch a movie. She wanted to watch Indiana Jones and the lastly Crusade for about the zillionth clock time, and I was still so zonked and satisfied by that afternoon 's confrontation that I was in no position to deny her.

When she joined me on the couch, I was gratified to see that Lisa had decided to put on something Thomas More reserved than the swimsuit she had worn the day before, just a flannel nightgown that went to her stifle. I was feeling guilty enough for having masturbated while watching her, and I felt that the full thing to do would be to put those tight thoughts as far from the movement of my psyche as possible.

Still, as we watched Indiana Jones survive one deadly threat after another, I could n't help but slip glimpses of my daughter 's lovely legs. I saw a thin gold anklet around one slim mortise joint, and my heart skipped a musical rhythm. Somehow just looking at Lisa 's legs was turning out to be a more erotic experience than seeing her nearly naked had been the day before.

Lisa, for her part, was oblivious to the demoralise itch of her old forefather. She snuggled up against me towards the end of the movie, when sleep began to overtake her. I felt her warmth and smelled her angelic essence, and had to hold a pillow over my lap to blot out the growing erecting that threatened to poke out from my pajama bottom.

By the time the end credits ran, I heard soft, regular breathing next to me. I looked over, and saw that Lisa had fallen deeply asleep.

I shifted over, intending to get up and let Lisa slide down onto the couch, but as I did so her headland slid down the length of my physical structure and ended up in the locality of my left hip. I froze. Lisa 's boldness was just inches from my crotch.

I do n't know why I did what I did then, it was such a rash thing to do. But I sat back down on the couch, at an slant so that Lisa 's caput rested on my hip, and let my cock spring out from my pajamas. Her sleeping case was now so close to my au naturel prick that her lips nearly touched the shaft.

I began slowly stroking my cock then, my rid script reaching down to stroke Lisa 's hair as gently as I could. The flock of my beautiful daughter 's face right up against my shaft was exciting beyond belief. It was more than I would ever have dared to do, except that my face-off earlier that day with Harry and his daughter had emboldened me. If Jane could be trained to accept her founder 's cock, perhaps Lisa ... ?

But for now, I was message to merely jerk myself off with my sleeping daughter 's head in my lap. Her nerve looked so free, so sodding, that the temptation was great to just plunge my cockmeat into her oral cavity and damn the consequences. The outcome, however, were too great to chance anything so foolishly bold. I loved Lisa more than anything else in my Earth, and I would do nix to throw off that away.

At to the lowest degree, not unless I thought I could get away with it.

Lisa shifted a small, but otherwise remained fasting asleep. Meanwhile, I pumped my prick with increasing ferocity, imagining that form thrusting in and out of my girl 's sass, her vestal cunt. Finally, I could stand no more. I let out a trivial moan as I came, my come bubbling up like water from a hose, magnanimous drops of it landing on Lisa 's cheeks and lips. As I pumped the jism from my shaft, I worried suddenly that Lisa might choose that time to wake up, and find her forefather 's come all over her face.

I quickly smudged the ejaculate with my thumb, wiping off what I could and smearing the remainder so that it blended into her smooth out skin. There was one thick gobbet of cum on her puffy lower lip, and that I pushed into her mouth. She made a fiddling boldness as she reflexively swallowed it, and I felt a warm up rush of pure depraved pleasure as I realized that, if nothing else, my daughter had gotten her first taste of cum from me.

With careful haste, I put my phallus away and stood up without wakening my daughter. I lifted her up from the couch and carried her to her bedroom. She stirred a little as I lay her down on her bed. She put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. `` G'night, daddy, '' she said blearily, and fell asleep again.

'' Goodnight, dearest, '' I replied, and kissed her back, on the lips. I stood to leave behind, thinking myself sated for the day, if not for the rest of the month, but as I did so I looked at Lisa once more.

If not for my raging, unconsummated lust, I would never have believed it, but my shaft began to acquire hard again as I looked at my sleeping girl. Her washrag nightdress had hiked up around her waist when I laid her down, and now I could see her albumen cotton scanty, and her beautiful peg that were spread as if beckoning me to their dark center.

Unable to halt myself, I reached down and ran a finger along her inner thigh, and into her private parts. Ready to pull back if she so much as stirred, I slipped my hand underneath the thin fabric of her step-in and felt her pussy, the flaccid downy fuzz barely covering her backtalk. My early hand went to her breast, and kneaded the house, yielding flesh beneath the flannel of her nightgown.

My rooster was rock-hard once again as I molested my little girl while she lay sleeping in her bed. Part of me told myself to get the hell out of there before she woke up, but the firm component of me resisted. So I stood there, rubbing her slit and tits, while my daughter lay dreaming what were no question erotic dreams.

With my cock poking out of my pajamas once again, I pulled Lisa 's scanty down, slowly, carefully, and off until they dangled from one ankle joint. Then, once again with exquisite care, I spread my daughter 's thighs until I could see the pinko flesh of her vagina opening before me like a flower. I leaned down and touched her pussy with my tongue, savoring the salt taste. Until now, I had only fondled her, as any horny father might do with his unsuspecting daughter. But now I was crossing a line, and I could never turn back. Nor did I want to.

I looked up. Lisa was still fast asleep. I 'd known she was a deep tie ; some daybreak the alarm did n't wake her, and I had to sway her roughly by the shoulder joint before she 'd shift. With a new confidence, I lowered myself to her sweet snatch once again and this clip licked it, burying my face in her musky odour. My tasty lilliputian little girl, I thought, and parted her pussy lips with my tongue.

I did this for several minutes, until finally I 'd had enough, and wanted something unlike. I looked around and found a small bottleful of hand application on her bedside table. I put some lotion on my cock, which was now raging again as if it had n't just emptied my nut a bare hr hence, and knelt between my daughter 's exposed legs.

I rubbed my turncock point between her saliva-slickened pussy lips, and pushed it a little elbow room in. It felt like promised land, having my prick inside my own daughter 's snatch, even if it was only an in. It was enough, knowing that I was tasting the fruit of my own loins, defiling this ingenuous trivial girl without her noesis. All the warm, fatherly feelings I 'd had for her bubbled up, but now they were tinged with lust, and became something perverse ... and incredibly erotic.

I pushed my pecker in a picayune bit more, and had to fight to hold in the urge to ram it all the way in, to wake my piddling young woman up by the act of deflowering her. Instead I thrust in and out by column inch, enjoying what little I could of her Henry Sweet, delicious flesh. I stifled my excited groan with my fist as I neared another orgasm.

Then I felt Lisa stir beneath me. Shock ran up my spine, and I froze. Lisa turned her brain from incline to side, as if caught in the midst of a strange and terrorisation dream, and then opened her eyes slightly.

'' D ... Daddy ? '' she mumbled, rest fogging her voice. `` Whatcha doin', Dad ? ``

My terrified brainiac scrambled for password. Here I was, kneeling between my daughter 's legs with my cock quivering inside her pussy, and I was supposed to explain myself ? `` Um ... D-Daddy was just m-making sure you were okay, '' I stammered, blushing furiously. What the fucking did I just say ? I had no estimation. I just hoped it would make sense to my daughter 's half-asleep mind.

'' dad, are you fucking me ? '' my little young lady asked in a minor, faraway voice.

My tenderness thudding, I answered shakily, `` Y-yes. ``

Lisa mumbled something unintelligible and then moaned softly. `` Mmmm ... feels estimable. ``

My cock twitched when I heard those tidings. My inwardness in my throat, I ventured, `` Do you require me to hold on doing it, baby ? ``

Lisa nodded. `` Yeah ... '' she moaned again, `` do n't intercept, Daddy. ``

With that, I pressed my shaft in deeper, until I felt my girl 's maidenhead resisting any further passage. `` This might finger uncomfortable for a second base, princess, '' I whispered softly.

'' Okay, papa, '' Lisa murmured, smiling. She spread her wooden leg wider for me.

The thought that I was about to deflower my own daughter filled me with hot, simmering passionateness. I thrust firmly and felt the resistor crumble as my daughter let out a surprised pant. I slid fully into her, my hands on her waist, thrusting her kitty-cat onto my putz. `` Oh, Dad ! '' Lisa gasped, coming more awake.

I pushed harder now, my thrusting to a greater extent regular, and Lisa 's moan began to rise in pitch with my own. I lay almost on top of her, her legs up around my shoulders as I fucked my girl with all the warmth with which I had once fucked my wife.

'' You 're such a good girl, Lisa, '' I managed between groans.

'' I just want to make you well-chosen, pappa, '' she replied, her branch tightening around me. ta I fucked Lisa until I felt an coming shudder through her, and she cried out with rapture. The culmination of her pleasure drove me onward, and soon I found myself ready to explode.

'' I 'm going to come, baby, '' I gasped.

'' semen in me, dada, '' Lisa moaned. `` I want to feel your seeds inside me. ``

Anything for my miss. With a tremendous cry, I spilled my seed late inside my daughter 's virgin pussy. My muscles strained as I pulled her laborious against me, my stopcock shoved up as far inner Lisa as possible without hurting her. I did n't imagine I would make much left field for her, but as it happened, there was great deal. When I pulled out, after what seemed an timelessness, creamy Patrick White off-white seeped from her wet snatch.

I pulled Lisa to me and I kissed her long and mystifying, like husband and wife instead of father and daughter.

***

Lisa and I fucked and sucked each other all the rest of that dark, and the unit rest of the summer, too. She enjoyed playing the office of pappa 's Little prostitute, and I of line enjoyed it as much. When I came nursing home from work she would recognise me wearing only an apron, and she enjoyed teasing me as she served me my repast like that, slapping away my grabbing custody and acting the demure inexperienced person. Later, of course, she would drop such pretence and submit to her affectionately father 's every lustful whim.

It was n't long before I brought Lisa over to Harry 's mansion, to unite them in a little four-way father-daughter action. Harry and I would twitch off as we watched our little girls go at it, and then when they 'd had decent fun we would maltreat in, trading our daughters back and forth all night.

One day near the end of the summertime, Lisa asked to go to the moving picture with me.

'' sure as shooting, '' I said, `` What do you want to see ? ``

Lisa shrugged. `` I do n't know, '' she said. `` They 're always changing the movie down at the theatre of operations I want to go to. ``

I knew instantly what she meant. She wanted to go down to the X-rated flick home on the south slope of township. `` Are you sure ? '' I asked. So far we 'd kept our joke in the business firm, or among friends. I was n't sure I wanted to risk exposing my daughter to any unsavory elements.

'' Sure, '' Lisa said brightly, lecherousness glow in her once-pure oculus. `` I can address myself. And even if I ca n't, I have my strong dada to protect me. ``

So we went down to the erotica dramatics. Instead of rump, the house had foresightful rows of leatherbound couches, like the rump in the kiosk at Denny 's. There were quite a few men there already when we got there, but Lisa was the lonesome woman. Most of the horny whoreson looked up with glee when Lisa, who was of course an attractive young woman, entered, and they started pumping their cocks with renewed vigor.

I sat down, and Lisa immediately sat down on my lap. `` I like this movie, dada, '' she said, loudly enough for everyone to discover. At once, like Canis aureus moving in for the kill, the shadowy figures rose from their seats, wanting to get closer to what was no doubt going to be some hot action.

Lisa lifted her skirt, revealing nothing underneath but a glimmer pussy. She raised herself a little while I pulled my cock out of my trouser, and then lowered herself down, leaning forward so that my prick could make easier admission to her pussy. I eased into her, grunting a little as the suspect angle bent my pecker in new ways.

'' This feels right, Daddy, '' Lisa moaned as she went up and down on my cock, `` but my mouth tactile property lonely. ``

'' Maybe some of these gentlemen would like to avail you out with that, '' I said, and immediately a group of slobbering, sex-starved men began moving toward us.

Lisa feigned surprise, although of line we had worked all this out before we 'd come here. `` Are you sure as shooting, Daddy ? '' she asked.

'' I think so, '' I said, playing the component of the hesitant but permissive don, which of course I was, although these aroused bastards had no way of knowing that. If they had, they probably would deliver creamed themselves before they even touched my girl. `` Remember, '' I told her sternly, `` you 're dad 's whore. Your kitty-cat belongs - ``

'' I know, '' Lisa said, `` my pussy belongs to Daddy. ``

Now a course had formed on either position of my daughter. She looked up at the first gear of them, who stepped eagerly to her, looking at me a little nervously as he did so. But I said naught as Lisa eagerly swallowed the man 's rooster and began sucking in earnest. The man did n't need long to come, and soon he plastered my fiddling girl 's mouth with his semen.

As he staggered away, another one, this one old enough to be Lisa 's grandfather, stepped up with his cock erect and fix for her attentions. She gave them willingly enough, and soon he too went away dazed and satisfied.

Meanwhile, Lisa continued pumping up and down on my peter. Despite a twinge of green-eyed monster, I was aroused as hell watching these stranger defile my girl 's mouth with their dick. Before long, I burst inside her, my come coat Lisa 's snatch walls and leaking back out onto my crotch. I reached up to fondle her tits, and found a twosome of custody there already.

Lisa was sucking off another man, who was kneading her breast with polite fear. `` suck me, you whore, '' he breathed. Lisa, ever the obedient girl, complied cheerfully, and soon the man cried out, filling her oral fissure with another loading of come.

As man after man stepped forward to fuck Lisa 's mouth, I marveled at my daughter 's appetite for cock. I felt a funny sense of pridefulness, too. I had taught her well.

Finally, Lisa had had her fill, and I had her get up and pass over herself off as best she could. Some of the men who 'd been at the end of the bank line complained, but one glare from me silenced them. We left the theater, me dabbing cum off the strawman of my knickers and Lisa with a cum-eating grin on her face. The guy behind the ticket counter stared after us in disbelief as we walked away.

Since then, our lives have gotten more stalls, a little LE baseless. We 've moved out of the small town where we lived, and in our new neighborhood everyone knows us as husband and wife. They know nothing of our dark little secret.

Some people would reprobate me for what has happened between me and Lisa. They would say that what we are doing is an affected sin, a sexual perversion of nature. But I love Lisa with the love of a begetter for his daughter, and I also love her with the passion of a husband for his wife. The way I see it, we have the best of both worlds.

THE END