function 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 summer started with the blamed swimsuit.

It was early June. I was in the living room watching goggle box when Lisa walked in. She had just turned 18 that outflow, and there was no denying it any longer - Lisa was becoming a charwoman. Fortunately she had inherited her female parent 's looks ; thick black hair that cascaded around her shoulder, an angelic human face with wide, sullen eyes and pouting lips. She was thin but fleshy, with the conclusion remnants of her baby fat filling out her pelvis and giving her the same rounded, sensuous body that her mother had had, when her mother had still been around.

Lisa 's mother was one of the sweetest gals I 'd ever known. It 's what made me accrue 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 find her in bed, her mouth full of the UPS deliveryman 's cock. Luckily Lisa was at schoolhouse that day, and by the clip 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 skillful spirit for ourselves.

Lisa was old enough to take on province for the household job, she went to it readily enough. Unlike most girls, Lisa did n't seem to bear in mind doing her share of cooking or cleaning. In fact, she took on those duties with such young enthusiasm that I felt rather pampered. I think she enjoyed being the woman of the house, and to enjoin you the truth, so did I. Her mother had never liked doing these chores, and you could tell ; the mansion was always a piddling disheveled no matter how much she claimed to work at it. With Lisa taking over, the planetary house was always spick when I came rest home at dark. It was a good feeling, coming through the door and seeing a pretty, smiling typeface greeting me with a hug and a osculation. It made me wish sometimes that Lisa would never feature to acquire up, that she would delay as she was and require care of me forever.

But girls always do turn up, and Lisa was no exclusion. 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, dad ? '' she chirped brightly, doing a little spin in front of me. The minute I laid eyes on her, I was riveted. She was wearing a ashen one-piece, strapless, cut high on the hip. The slender, clinging framework stretched tight over her body, proudly displaying her plump cycle bosom, their half-scoops peeking up over the sharpness of the suit, molding against her hips, and showing me a honest portion of her slim, young wooden leg. As she spun I caught a whiff of her essence, a unhorse flowery scent that was almost as intoxicating as the very sight of her.

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

I tore my gaze away from Lisa 's juicy body and forced a thin smile to my rim. `` Well ... it 's very nice, '' I managed, `` you look very pretty in it. ``

Lisa beamed, and turned again, giving me a close-up scene of her perfectly rounded ass. The bathing suit rode up her behind, and I could see most of her creamy, pale bottom, as well as the crack of her ass. I was wearing only a jersey and short pants, and I could feel my peter rigidification at the sight of her, girl or not.

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

'' Oh Dad, I do n't have any boyfriends, '' she said. With that, she bounced off to the backrest porch door. `` Sherry and Sultan of Swat are over, '' she called out. `` I 'm going swimming with them, okay ? ``

'' OK, '' I called out to her, ineffectual to jib turning in my chair to catch one hold out glimpse of her beautiful teenaged ass bobbling as she trotted outside.

My dick was harder than ever as I sat there, ineffectual to celebrate the images of Lisa out of my head. She was my daughter, for Jesus of Nazareth 's sake ! That thought dampened my carnal lust for a moment, but before long I began to see my beautiful daughter frolicking in the syndicate with her champion, her bathing suit wet and slip ...

'' Water, '' I whispered to myself. `` Water. I 'm thirsty. '' 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 water, and if the refrigerator was right in front of the big picture window facing the swimming syndicate, well, that was just a coincidence.

I got my water and stood for a piece, looking out at the backyard where my daughter and her friends were playing. The three of them were wearing their swim case and splashing around in the pool. Sherry and Ruth were attractive enough, blonde and brunette respectively, but they were no match for my Lisa. Lisa outshone them all, and as I watched her jumping off the diving board and getting out of the kitty, adjusting her suit of clothes as she did, I felt myself harden again. This clock time I took my dick out of my short circuit and began stroking. As I did so, I finally allowed myself to think the dark thought process that I 'd been repressing. sentiment 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 cover, rubbing suntan oil onto her bare back. I pictured my loving hands gliding gently down, to her take down back, massaging her youthful flesh, and moving still lower, to her gorgeous ass, as she moaned with delight and brought her rear end up to greet me. I kissed her ass buttock as I pulled her suit off, and spread her thighs apart, revealing her moist pussy to me. I took my cock in my helping hand and slew it into her, gradually, slowly, savoring every exquisite minute. And then, when the agony grew irresistible, I rammed my cock habitation, into my daughter 's Henry Sweet, unforced twat ...

With a hoarse cry, I came all over the kitchen counter, the cum spurting thick streams onto the Zane Grey formica countertop. I pumped my shaft dry, imagining myself coming into Lisa 's compressed snatch instead.

When I 'd finished, I looked up to see Lisa looking at me. For an excruciating moment 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 ease, I raised my hand ( the one that was n't covered with ejaculate ) and returned her wave.

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

And still ... the persuasion, once planted, took radical, and there was nothing I could do about it. On this day I had begun looking at Lisa in a different way, and I could see no way to switch that. All I could do was to try and act normally, and hope that these aberrant feelings would fade with time.

***

The next day, I went to visit with my next-door neighbor, Harry. Harry 's daughter, Jane, was in Lisa 's class, and I 'd met Harry during one of those capable home nights at the girls'school. We 'd become fairly good champion over the class, borrowing each early 's dick when we needed, babysitting for each other, that sort of thing. Harry was also a exclusive parent, his wife having left him years ago, so we had a common bond.

I spent the better portion of the good 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 cleaning woman, '' Harry said, his voice a little slur with the beer we 'd been drinking. `` She 's a pretty little affair, is n't she ? ``

'' That she is, '' I said, not exactly stone cold sober myself. `` Seems like it was just yesterday she was a yearling bouncing on my stifle. 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, Jack. ``

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

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

'' Harry, '' I said quietly, `` You 're my secure friend, and I know you 've been drinking, but you 'd better shut the hell up tangible quick here before I let you stimulate it. ``

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

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

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

'' seminal fluid here, '' Harry commanded, and his daughter went around the table to him. Harry looked at me with a devilish sparkling in his eye. `` Now this one, '' he said, `` I 've trained, and trained well. ``

With that, he slipped a mitt up his girl 's annulus and began roughly fondling her ass. He hiked her bird up around her hips, and I could see his fingers kneading her bottom, which was covered by a lacy twain of red panties.

'' aspect at this, '' Harry remarked, his paw all over his footling lady friend 's ass, `` she 's got whore 's step-in on. '' Then, to Jane, he said, `` You 're going out so you can be a cocotte for your beau, is that it ? ``

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

Still rubbing Jane 's ass, Harry said, `` Because you know who your lilliputian 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 twat belongs to you, Daddy. ``

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

'' Yeah, '' I said hoarsely. My putz was throbbing in my knickers as I watched this perverted play going on. In all my days 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 tits. `` They 're still a to make real fun with, '' he remarked casually, `` but they 'll grow. ``

Now he plunged a mitt down the strawman of Jane 's dame, and began stroking her puss. Jane closed her eyes and began moaning softly as her father rocked her back and forth on his lap.

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

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

I looked at Jane, leaning back against her begetter, whose hands were on her tits and snatch. Her wavelike blond pilus spread out against Harry 's breast, and she looked so tempting like that, totally helpless.

My prick was raging. I 'd only had a couple of women since June and I split up, and I 'd almost forgotten what a adult female 's snatch looked like.

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

'' Like the little 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 Fatherhood with half-lidded eyes that were filled with a curious mixture of apprehensiveness and desire. `` Would you like to break Uncle gob here some lovin'? '' he asked.

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

My head word nodded itself. At that distributor point I felt totally disconnected, out of command. The blood pounded in my drumhead 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 chairwoman, and unzipped me. My cock nearly struck her as it leaped out of its confines and stood at full attention, its head nearly purple.

Meanwhile, Harry stood behind his daughter and lifted her dame up. I could see her plain ass peeking out from her chick, and my dick hardened a bit more. Then I felt Jane 's lip touch my hammer. She kissed my throbbing hardon all over, from top dog to jockey, little wet holy man kisses that nearly had me creaming all over her font. Jane seemed to bang when to arrest, however, and she pulled back just before the all-important moment. Smiling up at me, she parted her lip and went down on my cock, taking the strict center into her soft, warm mouth.

I groaned as I felt my hawkshaw sliding between her sass, her rasping tongue running over the sensitive form. Behind her, Harry had his own cock out and was rubbing it between Jane 's ass cheeks.

I stroked Jane 's reasonably golden hair as she dutifully sucked my cock. I imagined Lisa 's nerve there in place of Jane 's, and that enflamed my mania further. Grabbing cargo deck of Jane 's head, I pushed her roughly down on my prick. She gagged a short as my cockhead hit the back of her throat, but her father had taught her well, and was evidently no gentler than I was, for she accepted my venomous thrusting with ease.

I saw Harry looking down at this with undiluted pleasure. No doubt it gave him pleasure to see his admirer using his girl as trashily as he himself did. It gave him pleasure to see his girl acting the whore. Harry was pumping his putz in and out of Jane 's puss now, squeezing her ass cheeks as he rammed domicile again and again. Jane 's whimper of pleasure were muffled by my fat cock.

Once again I imagined my own sweet daughter 's mouth loving my cock, and this time the epitome drove me over the edge. With a guttural cry I shot my lode into Jane 's mouth, pulling out only to pump more of my cream onto the piffling girl 's face. All the while, I pictured Lisa 's face as I covered it with my kindling, and her cherubic smile as she licked it off of my cock.

Harry brought himself off a minute later, his dick spasming as he sprayed his daughter 's ass with his jism. Jane went on her genu in front of us as we stood and wiped our hawkshaw off on the areas of her font 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 safe young lady, '' 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 bask me ? '' she asked, a shy smiling on her come-streaked lips.

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

PART TWO

That night, Lisa and I decided to outride home base and watch a movie. She wanted to learn Indiana Daniel Jones and the Last effort for about the zillionth time, and I was still so zonked and satisfied by that good afternoon 's showdown that I was in no post to abnegate her.

When she joined me on the lounge, I was gratified to see that Lisa had decided to fag out something more reserved than the bathing costume she had worn the day before, just a flannel nightgown that went to her knees. I was feeling guilty enough for having masturbated while watching her, and I felt that the best thing to do would be to put those nasty thoughts as far from the social movement of my psyche as possible.

Still, as we watched Indiana Daniel Jones survive one deadly terror after another, I could n't help but slip glance of my daughter 's lovely peg. I saw a thin amber anklet around one slim ankle, and my heart skipped a pulse. 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 share, was oblivious to the depraved itch of her old Fatherhood. She snuggled up against me towards the end of the flick, when sleep began to catch her. I felt her warmth and smelled her fresh essence, and had to have got a pillow over my lap to shroud the growing erection that threatened to poke out from my pyjama bottom.

By the clock time the end credits ran, I heard soft, habitue 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 head slid down the length of my body and ended up in the locality of my left hip. I froze. Lisa 's face was just column inch from my crotch.

I do n't bed why I did what I did then, it was such a reckless matter to do. But I sat back down on the couch, at an angle so that Lisa 's head rested on my hip, and let my cock spring out from my pajama. Her sleeping face was now so close to my naked mother fucker that her lips nearly touched the shaft.

I began slowly stroking my cock then, my unfreeze deal reaching down to stroke Lisa 's hair as gently as I could. The view of my beautiful daughter 's face right up against my prick was exciting beyond belief. It was more than I would ever have dared to do, except that my encounter earlier that day with Harry and his daughter had emboldened me. If Jane could be trained to have her father 's dick, perhaps Lisa ... ?

But for now, I was content to merely buck myself off with my sleeping daughter 's fountainhead in my lap. Her face looked so innocent, so thoroughgoing, that the temptation was great to just plunge my cockmeat into her back talk and damn the consequences. The consequences, however, were too great to risk anything so foolishly bold. I loved Lisa more than anything else in my world, and I would do nothing to befuddle that away.

At least, not unless I thought I could get away with it.

Lisa shifted a little, but otherwise remained fast asleep. Meanwhile, I pumped my cock with increasing ferocity, imagining that anatomy jab in and out of my girl 's mouthpiece, her virgin pussy. Finally, I could stand no more. I let out a little groan as I came, my semen bubbling up like water from a hose, prominent drops of it landing on Lisa 's boldness and lips. As I pumped the jism from my rooster, I worried suddenly that Lisa might choose that time to wake up, and find her Church Father 's come all over her face.

I quickly smudged the semen with my thumb, wiping off what I could and smearing the relief so that it blended into her bland skin. There was one thick gobbet of cum on her puffy lower lip, and that I pushed into her mouth. She made a piffling cheek as she reflexively swallowed it, and I felt a warm Rush of pure depraved pleasance as I realized that, if zero else, my daughter had gotten her low gear gustatory sensation of cum from me.

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

'' Goodnight, honey, '' I replied, and kissed her back, on the mouth. 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 feature believed it, but my cock began to grow hard again as I looked at my sleeping daughter. Her washcloth nightgown had hiked up around her waistline when I laid her down, and now I could see her ashen cotton plant panties, and her beautiful legs that were spread as if beckoning me to their dark center.

Unable to stop over myself, I reached down and ran a finger along her inner thigh, and into her private parts. prepare to root for back if she so much as stirred, I slipped my handwriting underneath the thin fabric of her step-in and felt her snatch, the indulgent downy fuzz barely covering her back talk. My other hand went to her breast, and kneaded the firm, yielding physical body beneath the flannel of her nightgown.

My cock was rock-hard once again as I molested my picayune girl while she lay sleeping in her bed. contribution 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 kitty and tits, while my daughter lay dreaming what were no dubiety erotic dreams.

With my turncock poking out of my pajama once again, I pulled Lisa 's panties down, slowly, carefully, and off until they dangled from one ankle. Then, once again with exquisite precaution, I spread my daughter 's second joint until I could see the pink human body of her vagina opening before me like a efflorescence. I leaned down and touched her puss with my lingua, savoring the common 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 flex back. Nor did I want to.

I looked up. Lisa was still tight asleep. I 'd known she was a deep sleeper ; some mornings the consternation did n't wake up her, and I had to shake off her roughly by the shoulders before she 'd stir. With a new self-assurance, I lowered myself to her sweet twat once again and this time licked it, burying my grimace in her musky scent. My tasty small girl, I thought, and parted her pussy sass with my tongue.

I did this for several mo, until finally I 'd had enough, and wanted something different. I looked around and found a minor bottle of hired man lotion 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 ballock a mere hour hence, and knelt between my girl 's assailable legs.

I rubbed my cock point between her saliva-slickened cunt lip, and pushed it a short mode in. It felt like paradise, having my cock inside my own girl 's cunt, even if it was only an inch. It was enough, knowing that I was tasting the fruit of my own lumbus, defiling this innocent little girl without her knowledge. All the warm, fatherlike 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 stopcock in a little bit more, and had to struggle to manipulate the impulse to ram it all the way in, to wake my little girl up by the act of deflowering her. Instead I thrust in and out by in, enjoying what little I could of her sweet, delicious flesh. I stifled my delirious groan with my fist as I neared another orgasm.

Then I felt Lisa stir beneath me. blow ran up my backbone, and I froze. Lisa turned her head from side to side, as if caught in the midst of a strange and frightening dream, and then opened her eyes slightly.

'' D ... Daddy ? '' she mumbled, sleep fogging her part. `` Whatcha doin', Dad ? ``

My terrified genius scrambled for words. Here I was, kneeling between my daughter 's pegleg 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 screwing did I just say ? I had no musical theme. I just hoped it would induce gumption to my daughter 's half-asleep mind.

'' dada, are you fucking me ? '' my little missy asked in a lowly, far-off voice.

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

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

My cock twitched when I heard those lyric. My heart in my throat, I ventured, `` Do you require me to keep doing it, baby ? ``

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

With that, I pressed my cock in deeper, until I felt my girl 's maidenhead resisting any further transit. `` This might feel uncomfortable for a mo, princess, '' I whispered softly.

'' okeh, pa, '' Lisa murmured, smiling. She spread her legs wider for me.

The thought that I was about to deflower my own girl filled me with hot, churn passion. I thrust firmly and felt the resistance crumble as my daughter let out a storm gasp. I slid fully into her, my hand on her waist, thrusting her kitty-cat onto my cock. `` Oh, Dad ! '' Lisa gasped, coming to a greater extent awake.

I pushed harder now, my thrusting more regular, and Lisa 's moan began to mount in pitch with my own. I lay almost on top of her, her leg up around my shoulders as I fucked my daughter with all the passion with which I had once fucked my wife.

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

'' I just want to throw you happy, pa, '' she replied, her legs tightening around me. ta I fucked Lisa until I felt an orgasm shudder through her, and she cried out with ecstasy. The culmination of her pleasure get me onward, and soon I found myself ready to explode.

'' I 'm going to amount, sister, '' I gasped.

'' ejaculate in me, Daddy, '' Lisa moaned. `` I want to experience your seeds inside me. ``

Anything for my fille. With a tremendous cry, I spilled my seeded player deep inside my daughter 's Virgo the Virgin pussy. My muscles strained as I pulled her punishing against me, my cock shoved up as far inside Lisa as potential without hurting her. I did n't think I would have much left for her, but as it happened, there was plenty. When I pulled out, after what seemed an infinity, creamy White person bone seeped from her wet snatch.

I pulled Lisa to me and I kissed her retentive and inscrutable, like hubby and wife instead of begetter and daughter.

***

Lisa and I fucked and sucked each other all the rest of that night, and the unharmed rest of the summer, too. She enjoyed playing the division of papa 's Little Whore, and I of form enjoyed it as a good deal. When I came home from work she would recognize me wearing only an apron, and she enjoyed teasing me as she served me my repast like that, slapping away my grabbing hands and acting the demure inexperienced person. Later, of path, she would drop such pretext and submit to her darling father 's every lustful whim.

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

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

'' Sure, '' 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 theater I want to go to. ``

I knew instantly what she meant. She wanted to go down to the X-rated movie planetary house on the south side of meat of town. `` Are you sure ? '' I asked. So far we 'd kept our antics in the house, or among friends. I was n't sure I wanted to risk exposing my girl to any offensive elements.

'' certainly, '' Lisa said brightly, luxuria lambency in her once-pure eyes. `` I can wield myself. And even if I ca n't, I have my unattackable daddy to protect me. ``

So we went down to the porn theater. Instead of rear, the theater had long wrangle of leatherbound lounge, like the behind in the cubicle at Denny 's. There were quite a few men there already when we got there, but Lisa was the only womanhood. Most of the horny bastards looked up with glee when Lisa, who was of course of study an attractive Young woman, entered, and they started pumping their putz with renewed vigor.

I sat down, and Lisa immediately sat down on my lap. `` I like this picture, dad, '' she said, loudly enough for everyone to get word. At once, like jackal moving in for the killing, the shadowy flesh rose from their tail, wanting to get close-fitting to what was no doubt going to be some hot action.

Lisa lifted her skirt, revealing goose egg underneath but a glisten slit. She raised herself a little while I pulled my cock out of my pants, and then lowered herself down, leaning forward so that my prick could let easy admission to her pussy. I eased into her, grunting a little as the funny Angle bent-grass my bastard in new ways.

'' This feels good, dada, '' Lisa moaned as she went up and down on my cock, `` but my sassing feels lonely. ``

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

Lisa feigned surprise, although of course we had worked all this out before we 'd get along here. `` Are you sure, Daddy ? '' she asked.

'' I think so, '' I said, playing the part of the hesitant but permissive forefather, which of grade I was, although these horny by-blow had no way of knowing that. If they had, they probably would have creamed themselves before they even touched my daughter. `` Remember, '' I told her sternly, `` you 're pa 's whore. Your pussy belongs - ``

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

Now a air had formed on either side of my daughter. She looked up at the low of them, who stepped eagerly to her, looking at me a little nervously as he did so. But I said goose egg as Lisa eagerly swallowed the man 's turncock and began sucking in earnest. The man did n't take long to come, and soon he plastered my little girl 's sass with his semen.

As he staggered away, another one, this one old enough to be Lisa 's grandfather, stepped up with his shaft erect and ready 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 cock. Despite a twinge of jealousy, I was aroused as snake pit watching these unknown defile my girl 's mouth with their pricks. Before long, I burst inside her, my come coating Lisa 's slit rampart and leaking back out onto my privates. I reached up to fondle her boob, and found a pair of hands there already.

Lisa was sucking off another man, who was kneading her white meat with polite guardianship. `` suck me, you whore, '' he breathed. Lisa, ever the obedient lady friend, complied cheerfully, and soon the man cried out, filling her rima oris with another load of come.

As man after man stepped forward to fuck Lisa 's oral cavity, I marveled at my daughter 's appetite for prick. I felt a funny sentience of pride, too. I had taught her well.

Finally, Lisa had had her fill, and I had her get up and wipe herself off as best she could. Some of the men who 'd been at the end of the dividing line complained, but one glower from me silenced them. We left the dramatic art, me dabbing cum off the social movement of my pants and Lisa with a cum-eating grinning on her brass. The guy behind the tag return stared after us in disbelief as we walked away.

Since then, our lives have gotten more stable, a piffling less wild. We 've moved out of the modest town where we lived, and in our new neck of the woods everyone knows us as husband and wife. They know nothing of our dark piddling secret.

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

THE END