HOT BATH WITH DADDY

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      It was the end of summer. Soon, the leaves would begin to turn      the color of the setting sun, and people would be indoors at      night, sheltered from the brisk winds of late August. One      evening, Randall Thomas was driving home from work. He could      see the people in his suburb closing their doors and going      inside for the night. Randall didn't know his neighbors, as he      had moved into this neighborhood just three weeks ago.

      He was late. Today was his daughter Emily's eighth birthday
      and he had promised to be home in time to have a party. It
      would be a small party, just the two of them. Emily's mother,
      Victoria, had left them shortly after she was born. She hadn't
      wanted a child, she hadn't really wanted Randall. It had been
      one of those holiday affairs that had sprung up over Christmas
      and died by New Year's Eve. He had been unprepared for the
      phone call from her three and a half months later, telling him
      that she was pregnant.

      Oh well. It had been for the best. Without Victoria, there
      would have been no Emily, and that thought was intolerable.
      Randall was a quiet man, and not particularly outgoing. He
      never fully faced it, but he knew that without his daughter
      his life would be gray and dull. Pulling in to his driveway,
      he parked and turned off the engine. He got the birthday cake
      from the back seat and went inside.

      "Emily," he called as he closed the door behind him, "I'm
      home."

      "Daddy!"

      There was a cry from the top of the stairs in the hall, and
      Emily came running down them. She jumped the last three steps
      and launched herself at him, hugging him tight around the
      waist, she buried her face in his abdomen. Taken by surprise,
      it was all he could do to stay on his feet and not drop the
      cake.

      "Whoa! Hey, hey now.Honey, what is it?"

      "Oh daddy!" Muffled sobs. She buried her face deeper into his
      gut. It would have been a stronger man than Randall to remain
      immune to the tragedy unfolding in his mid-section. Carefully
      putting the cake on a side table, he squatted down in front of
      the only person that had ever really meant anything to him in
      his entire life. "Honey," he said, "tell daddy what's wrong."

      Emily's eyes were normally the most beautiful shade of blue,
      but as she raised her head to look at him he could see that
      she had been crying long enough for them to turn red. She
      said, "Daddy, I hate everybody!"

      "What? Why? Honey tell me what's wrong."

      She sniffed. "Nobody at school likes me."

      Randall was nonplused. He was hardly Mr. Popularity, but that
      was from being basically quiet and unobtrusive. Although
      healthy and in good physical condition, his was a face that
      was easily forgettable. He often wondered what had induced
      Emily's mother to sleep with him.

      Giving advice on how to win friends and influence people, was
      hardly his forte, but he felt that he owed it to his daughter
      to give it a try. He sighed and sat down on the floor, drawing
      his daughter into his lap. "Honey, " he said. "I know that
      you're new at school and that you don't know anyone there, but
      you'll make friends with the kids there, they just have to get
      used to you, that's all."

      She looked up at him suspiciously, "Really?"

      "Really."

      "But it's been three weeks!!"

      "I know honey, but it takes time. If you want to have good
      friendships you have to be patient."

      "Okay. Daddy?"

      "Yes?"

      "Who's are your friends?"

      This was a curve ball. He did not feel up to being a role
      model for social interaction. He thought swiftly and bought
      himself some time. "Who are your friends. Not who's are. Who
      are."

      "Who are your friends, Daddy?"

      Got it. "Why, you are honey, you're my best friend in the
      whole world."

      "Really?"

      "Yes."

      She grinned at him, obviously pleased. "Your best friend in
      the world?"

      "Yes, honey. Best in the whole world."

      "I love you, Daddy."

      "I love you too. Now, how about some cake?"

      "Yay! Can we have it right now?"

      "You should have dinner first. But seeing how late it is, why
      not."

      She jumped up, troubles forgotten, and ran to the kitchen.
      They had cake.

      As he watched her, Randall realized that what he had said was
      nothing more than the literal truth. She was his best friend
      in the world. In many ways, she was his only friend. There
      were the guys at the office, but they didn't really understand
      him. Not really. Her mother certainly was no friend of his,
      and he had found that other women had not interested him for a
      long time. Sure he was attracted to several, but never
      motivated to pursue it. He had what he called the "Emily
      test". He would close his eyes and try to picture Emily
      calling this one or that one "Mom". So far, she hadn't.

      He looked at his watch. "Emily,"

      "Yes, daddy?"

      "It's time for your bath."

      "Daaaddy, not yet!"

      "Afraid so, honey."

      She looked at him, the picture of stubborn defiance. He
      weathered the storm of her eyes, as unrelenting as a rock. She
      gave in. Reminding him that it was her birthday and she
      expected a story after her bath, she marched off. Her back was
      stiff and her head high, so as to inform any casual onlooker
      that she hadn't given in, but instead was humoring her poor
      father who was obviously too old to know any better.

      He chuckled to himself, taking care to do it after she left,
      leaned back in the kitchen chair and began to read the paper.
      After a while, he realized that he didn't hear the water
      running. He got up and went to the stairs. "Emily! Honey, are
      you taking your bath?"

      No answer. Frowning, and promising dire threats under his
      breath he went upstairs. The truth was that Randall could deny
      his daughter almost nothing, and she knew it. She was just a
      little bit spoiled. The bathroom door was closed. He knocked
      on it. "Emily? Are you in there?"

      For a moment there was silence, and Randall wondered if she
      was okay or if he should go in, when she spoke. "Daddy."

      "Yes, honey?"

      "I'm out of toilet paper"

      Randall couldn't help it, it struck him funny. He grinned and
      held in his laughter. She sounded embarrassed. Relief coloured
      his voice as he realized that she was both okay and not
      disobedient. "I'll get you some, okay?"

      "Okay."

      He went to the hall closet and got a roll, and went back. He
      spoke through the door again, "Honey, I've got you some toilet
      paper, I have to come in to give it to you, okay?"

      There was silence. He grinned again and then ordered his face.
      After all, he had given her her bath until a couple of years
      ago. There wasn't anything there that he hadn't seen before,
      or cleaned crap off of for that matter. He went in.

      She was sitting across the bathroom, on the toilet, facing the
      door. Her pants were down around her ankles and her shirt was
      hiked up to her chest. And, for a split second, Randall
      stopped and looked at her. It had been a couple of years since
      he had seen her naked. What had been familiar and therefore
      unremarkable now held his interest in a way it never had
      before. It came to him that it had been a long time (eight
      years) since he had been with a woman. For the first time, he
      regretted it. Suddenly, he realized that his daughter's
      hairless little pussy looked inviting as she sat on toilet
      with her legs spread slightly. Her pussy lips pouted at him.

      It all flashed through his mind in no time at all, and
      smoothly, so quickly and casually that she didn't notice where
      he had looked before, he looked at her face. Unsurprisingly,
      she was blushing. Her face was turning red and she looked
      uncomfortable. Without thinking, he spoke to reassure her,
      "Honey, it's okay. Don't be embarrassed. I'm your dad, I used
      to change your diapers. It's not like it's a big deal."

      This was obviously a different way of looking at things for
      her. The blush receded. She realized that she had been silly,
      and grinned. She said, "Okay. I'm sorry, daddy. It's just that
      it's been awhile since you used to give me a bath. I'm not
      used to being seen naked anymore."

      Randall said, "Well, I hope not. Here you go honey, here's
      your toilet paper."

      He handed her the roll. As he did so, he couldn't help looking
      down at her, past her outstretched hand to her little open
      cunt. He turned to go.

      "Daddy?"

      Randall stopped, checked in mid-step. "What, honey?"

      "Would you give me my bath tonight? Please?"

      He turned back to her, her pussy. He said, "I don't know if
      that's such a good idea, you're big enough to clean yourself."

      She had already begun to wipe her bottom with the toilet
      paper. She gave him a look that almost always got her what she
      wanted, and said "C'mon daddy, please?"

      He sighed, "Why?"

      "Because, it would be like it was before we moved. I'm lonely
      and I don't want you to leave just yet. Besides, I don't want
      to take bath. If you don't give me one, I won't take it."

      He tried to give her a stern look in return, but he couldn't
      do it. Her open pussy completely distracted him. After all,
      what could it hurt? He would be more likely to hurt her
      feelings and cause an uproar if he said no.

      "Okay, honey. I'll stay."

      "Goody!"

      She continued to tear off toilet paper and wipe her bottom. He
      stopped himself from looking at her, and turned on the water
      in the bathtub. He looked back.

      Her hand tore off the toilet paper, and went behind her back.
      She leaned forward, looking at him. Then as she wiped herself,
      she leaned back, thrusting her smooth open pussy at him. He
      could see her clitoris, a few drops of piss on her vulva, and
      the pink mouth of her v*g*n*. He was hypnotized by it, the
      rhythm of it. Forward, wipe, thrust. He couldn't look away.

      "Daddy!"

      "What?"

      "You're staring at me."

      He mentally shook himself, and looked at her face. "I'm sorry,
      honey. I was thinking about something."

      "About what?"

      "Oh, different stuff. You know, you're getting to be a pretty
      big girl."

      She looked pleased. "I know. I'm one of the tallest girls in
      my class."

      "Really? That's nice."

      She got a final piece of paper and wiped the piss off of her
      open pussy and got off the toilet. She flushed it and grinned
      at him. "Help me get undressed daddy," she said.

      He looked at her for a brief moment. "No, you can do that
      yourself."

      "Daddy, c'mon!"

      "No."

      She pouted, and quickly pulled her shirt up over her head. Her
      little girl chest was flat, the nipples were a light pink
      color. Then she kicked off her tennis shoes and stepped out of
      her shorts and panties. She sat back down on the toilet and
      took off her socks. This meant that she had to raise first one
      leg, then the other. Both times Randall watched her sweet
      little pussy open and close. He didn't really know why he was
      watching his daughter's innocent sex show, but he knew that
      she would not really understand it if he left. After what had
      obviously been a tough day of rejection at school, he didn't
      feel he could add to it. And so he was trapped, tormented by
      the fact that the stimulation of seeing his little girl naked
      had caused him to have an erection so hard that it was
      painful, and by the fact that if he left then she would never
      forgive him. He thought that he should go anyway, but he knew
      he didn't want to and he knew that he would stay.

      She got in the tub and sat down. She shivered involuntarily
      and gave a quick little sigh. "Mmmh, feels good daddy. Let me
      play first, okay?"

      He just nodded. He felt in that moment that he could deny her
      nothing. His love for her as a father had suddenly become
      augmented a tide of lust completely foreign to him. He loved
      her, she was his daughter. He sat down on the toilet seat and
      watched her play innocently, unaware of the feelings inside
      him. She didn't know what lust was. She didn't know that he
      had an erection, just looking at her. Hell, she didn't even
      know what an erection was. She just sat naked in the bathtub,
      playing with her bath toys.

      Absorbed in her bath, for the first time she ignored him. He
      gazed at her knowing, that he was safe, that she would not
      notice him staring at her. She moved her toys all over the
      tub, talking to them and carrying on conversations with them.
      Her little body flashed in water as she moved around in the
      bathtub, now sitting, now on her hands and knees, standing to
      get the soap, lying on her back to wet her hair. He watched
      her.

      He knew that what he felt was enough to have himself thrown in
      prison. He knew that until an hour ago, he would have been one
      of the ones to do the throwing. Watching his daughter, gripped
      with lust that he barely understood himself, he wondered when
      it would be that she would understand sex. He wondered if he
      would have to teach her. It was something he had avoided,
      being basically uncomfortable with the idea of even discussing
      sex with his daughter. It would have been easier if she had
      had a mother who had been there.

      Finally, she got tired of playing. "Daddy, wash me."

      Huh? For a minute he sat there. He had assumed that she would
      bathe herself, but she had decided to have him do it. He
      wanted to, but. To hell with it, he would bathe her, and he
      would just act as if it was perfectly normal, as if everything
      had been like it was a few years ago, when washing her had
      been a chore to get through, rather than an illicit fantasy.
      "Okay."

      He soaped up a washcloth and stood her up in the bath. Getting
      down on his knees he turned her around and washed her back. He
      started at her neck and scrubbed down her body, over her
      bottom, and down her legs and back up again. He avoided
      getting within even six inches of her pussy. Turning her to
      face him, he washed her face and her front, still avoiding her
      genitals. Then he rinsed her. He had shampooed and rinsed her
      hair and was standing up to leave, when she stopped him.
      "Daddy, wait."

      "What is it?"

      "You didn't wash my bottom, you always say to make sure that
      my bottom is clean."

      Irresolute, he fought himself. "Honey, you can wash your
      bottom yourself."

      "But, daddy..You said that you were going to wash me."

      It was too much. If he did it and left, it would be over and
      he could go on like it had never happened. He would never
      bathe her again, he could always make up some excuse. "Fine,
      bend over."

      She stood and bent over, her little bottom pointing up in the
      air. She had spread her legs just a little wider than normal.
      He could see her anus, puckered and coloured a pinkish tan
      color. Her pussy lips started just below it and they gaped
      slightly. Swallowing, he soaped the washcloth again and
      reached between her legs. He started just above her clitoris
      and wiped the soapy cloth across her pussy to her anus. He
      rinsed the cloth out. He began to repeat his previous motion,
      but in his haste he had not covered his hand entirely with the
      cloth and he felt his fingertip brush her clitoris and run
      between the folds of her hairless pussy lips. Hastily, he
      dropped the cloth and stood up.

      "Daddy!"

      Guilty as charged Mr. Thomas, take him away bailiff. It'll be
      a long time before he gets out. "Yes, honey?"

      "You didn't do it right."

      "What?"

      "I figured out a better way to wash my bottom all by myself.
      It's a lot more fun than the way you do it."

      Weakly, he sat down on the toilet seat. He didn't believe his
      ears. Surely she wasn't talking about.. No, she couldn't be.
      But if not, then what was she saying? To his amazement, he
      heard his own voice speaking in a calm manner. "Honey, how do
      you wash your bottom?"

      She said, "Well, first of all, I don't use a washcloth, 'cause
      it's too rough. I just put a lot of soap on my hands," fitting
      word to deed, "and then I wash until it feels clean."

      She spread her legs and began to rub her soapy, slippery hand
      over her pussy. She said, "I just wash it really good until it
      gets real clean."

      Randall sat on the toilet in the bathroom of his house, and
      watched his daughter masturbate. Again as if from far away, he
      heard his voice say, calmly, "How do you know when it's
      clean?"

      "It tingles, an' it feels real good."

      So saying, Emily rubbed her bald little pussy faster and
      faster. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Randall was
      frozen, as he watched his eight year old (that day) little
      girl frig herself into orgasm before his eyes. As he sat
      there, he realized that he had only himself to blame. If he
      had educated her about sex sooner he wouldn't be in this mess.
      Then he wondered if he really wanted to be out of it.

      After she came, she slowed her hand, then stopped and opened
      her eyes. She grinned at him, "See daddy, it's a lot better
      that way. Next time you give me a bath, I want you to wash my
      bottom like that."

      For a minute Randall didn't know what to say or do. Finally,
      he stood and smiled at her, "Honey, daddy has to go take his
      shower now. After you get out and get into your nightgown,
      come knock on my door. I want to talk to you before you go to
      bed."

      "Okay, daddy."

      Randall kissed her briefly on top of her wet head and left. He
      went to the master bedroom where he slept, and closed the
      door. Moving somewhat in a daze, he undressed and tried to
      order his thoughts. He looked down at himself. Still hard as a
      rock. He'd take a leaf out of his daughter's book, and get rid
      of that erection before he saw his little girl again. Then
      maybe he could think clearly. He went to the bathroom and
      turned on the shower. He got out a tube of KY jelly and laid
      it on the counter. He was better prepared to jerk off than she
      was. After all, he had been masturbating for the last eight
      years. He put some KY jelly in his hands and began to stroke
      and pull his p*n*s, seeking some kind of release from the
      vision of Emily's hand furiously rubbing her seductive little
      snatch. Randall came quickly, spurting cum on the wall.
      Cursing, he cleaned up with a washcloth and got in the shower.
      It took him less than five minutes to wash from head to foot
      and he got out.

      What to do. Any minute there would be a knock on his bedroom
      door and the sweetest little girl in the world would be
      waiting to talk to him about sex. He didn't even know where to
      begin.

      There was a knock at the door. Quickly, he put on a bathrobe.
      "Come in."

      She came in and sat on the bed next to him. "What do you want
      to talk to me about, daddy?"

      He looked at her. She was wearing one of his oversized old
      t-shirts, her "nightgown". "Well honey, I need to talk to you
      about sex."

      "What about it?"

      The calm response shook him. She acted as though they
      discussed sex every day. He equivocated and bought time to
      recover his composure, "Well, what do you know about it?"

      "Sex is how babies are made. A boy plants a seed inside a girl
      and she gets pregnant. Then she has a baby."

      He looked at her. "Do you know how the boy plants his seed?"

      "Sure. They go to the doctor."

      "Well honey, that's almost right. But they don't go to the
      doctor to plant the seed. They do that by themselves. They go
      to the doctor to see if the girl is pregnant."

      "Oh.. So how does the boy plant his seed?"

      Randall swallowed hard. This was it. "The boy puts his p*n*s
      inside the girl's v*g*n* and the seed comes out of the boy's
      p*n*s and stays in the girl."

      "Oh.. Daddy?"

      "Yes?"

      "Where's my v*g*n*?"

      If he hadn't seen so much of it already. Randall probably
      would have simply described it to her. But as it was, he
      couldn't resist the opportunity to look at it one last time.
      Telling himself that it was strictly for her benefit he said,
      "Take off your nightgown and I'll show you."

      Emily pulled his old shirt over her head. She was naked
      underneath it. He was dimly conscious of a mounting excitement
      in the back of his mind. (And between his legs). "Okay honey,
      spread your legs."

      She leaned back on her elbows and opened her legs as wide as
      she could. "Like this?"

      He caught his breath at the sight of her hairless little pussy
      opened up for him. He wanted to touch it, lick it, taste it..
      Hell, he wanted to f*ck it. "Yes honey, like that." He paused
      and put his finger inside her just the tiniest amount. "This
      is your v*g*n*. When you want to have a baby, you will have to
      get a boy to put his p*n*s in here."

      Emily watched her father. She liked the feel of his finger in
      her v*g*n*, and she wished that he would wash her bottom for
      her even though she had already cleaned it. She did have one
      question though. "What's a p*n*s?"

      He jumped slightly, and took his finger out of her v*g*n*. "A
      p*n*s is what the boys use to plant the seed."

      "I know that, silly daddy. What does it look like?"

      Randall got up and took off his bathrobe. His erection
      throbbed. He lay down next to his daughter. He said, "That's a
      p*n*s. If you want to touch it you can."

      Emily had never seen anything that looked so big in her life.

      "That goes in the v*g*n*?"

      "Yes honey, it does. When you're grown it will fit."

      "Does sex hurt?"

      "A little the first time, but soon sex feels good. Do you
      remember the tingling feeling you got when you washed your
      bottom tonight?"

      Did she! She washed her bottom carefully every night, so that
      it would feel good. "Uh-huh."

      "That feeling is an orgasm. When you have sex it feels like
      that."

      This put a different light on things. "Do boys feel like that
      too?"

      "Yes, they do."

      Encouraged by the fact that sex was probably not harmful, she
      got curious. Reaching out and grabbing her father's p*n*s she
      asked, "Why did I have an orgasm if I didn't have sex?"

      Randall was totally beside himself now. He said, "What you did
      in the bath is a kind of sex. It's called masturbation. A girl
      rubs her clitoris," touching it, "and a boy rubs his p*n*s
      until he or she has an orgasm."

      "You can do it too?"

      "Yes honey, in fact," said Randall throwing caution to the
      winds.

      "I did it in my shower, too."

      "Really?.. I want to rub your p*n*s daddy? I want to see if
      you feel the way I do."

      Randall realized in that moment that he was doomed. He was
      about to have sexual contact with his child and for the first
      time he knew he wanted it regardless of risk. But.. What if
      Emily grew up and hated him later for what he had done to her?
      "Emily, honey, there's something I need to tell you."

      "What is it, daddy?"

      "Honey, daddys and little girls aren't supposed to have any
      kind of sex, not even masturbation. They're not even supposed
      to look at and touch each other like we're doing now."

      "But you're my daddy. It has to be okay, you said so."

      "What do you mean?"

      "You said that you used to change my diapers, and that it was
      okay for you to see me naked."

      Randall sighed. "Honey listen, I want to do this with you. I
      think it would be okay, but nobody else will. I love you, I'm
      not going to let you do anything that would hurt you. If I let
      you rub my p*n*s, you won't like me very much when you get
      older. Put your nightgown back on, it's time for bed."

      "No!. Daddy, I love you. I want to rub your p*n*s. I want to
      make you feel good and have an orgasm like me."

      Randall stood up and put on his robe. "No," he said.

      And that was that.

      Emily put on her father's old shirt and went to bed, but
      Randall could tell that she was very unhappy about it. He
      sighed, and cursed himself silently for being so weak. If he
      had only had the resolve to say no in the beginning.. Oh,
      well. It couldn't be helped; what was done was done. He turned
      out his light and got in bed.

      Laying in bed, as he drifted off to sleep, Randall realized
      that the thing that had thrown him off balance was the sudden
      inexplicable attraction he had felt for his little girl. It
      had kept him from making the decisions he knew that he should
      make. Even now, his firm resolve had done him little good. His
      mind returned again and again to the sight of his daughter
      naked in the tub, his finger in her creamy smooth slit, the
      beads of piss on her vulva.. It was more than he could bear.
      Groaning, he tried desperately to sleep.

      Emily lay in bed wide awake. She was a confused little girl.
      She loved her daddy very much, and she knew that he loved her.
      She didn't really understand why the way she washed her bottom
      was wrong but she was afraid that it was. If it upset Daddy
      and made him uncomfortable then there had to be something
      wrong with it. The problem was, daddy had wanted her to rub
      his p*n*s too, she knew he did. So, why couldn't she? Emily
      thought hard. It must be that daddy thought she would change
      her mind or not like it later on. "Okay," she thought. "I
      won't change my mind. Even if I don't like it as much as I
      think I would, I'll still do it."

      She decided to tell her father in the morning, and rolled over
      to go to sleep. Five minutes later, she was still awake. Emily
      sat up in bed. It had been a long time since she had slept
      with her daddy, but tonight she really wanted to. She wanted
      him to know that everything was okay, even more she wanted to
      reassure herself too. Getting out of bed, she walked across
      the hall to her father's room. Silently pushing open the door,
      she went in. Randall had just fallen asleep a few minutes
      before Emily entered his room. He was breathing deeply and
      Emily didn't want to wake him. Carefully, she got into the bed
      next to him.

      Randall was dreaming. He held his daughter in tub and washed
      her bottom. Back and forth his fingers went, from the little
      button of her clitoris to the puckered mouth of her anus. As
      he frigged her little pussy his fingers would slip inside her
      v*g*n*, first one then another. Randall opened his eyes. It
      was dark and he was in bed not in the bathroom, but there was
      no question that he was masturbating Emily. His old shirt had
      hiked up to her armpits, and she thrusting and pushing her
      moist little pussy onto his fingers. Randall wondered briefly
      if he should stop, and paused to collect his wits.

      "Daddy, no! Don't stop!"

      To hell with it. "Honey, take your nightgown off."

      Emily removed her "nightgown", and in the moonlight from the
      window, he could see her smile. Without another word, Randall
      rolled her onto her back and spread her legs. He bent his head
      and took her little clitoris between his lips and tongue and
      sucked it. Briefly, he let his tongue dart in to taste her.
      Emily had never felt anything like this before. Her daddy was
      kissing her v*g*n* and it FELT GOOD. She moaned and thrust her
      little bottom at him. "Oh, daddy.Daddy I love you.Ohhh!"

      Randall had thrust his tongue deep into her v*g*n*, now he
      withdrew it and continued licking down towards her anus.
      Lightly he flicked with his tongue, tickling it and making her
      laugh. It was clean, he had washed it himself and it tasted of
      a musty, nutty flavor. He licked it thoroughly and moved back
      up to her tight pussy. Randall set himself to the task of
      making his daughter come in earnest. He sucked her clitoris
      and thrust his tongue deep inside her. She moaned and kicked
      her legs in excitement. Finally, Randall felt her come.

      Her little body tightened up and every muscle went taut in her
      thighs.

      "Ohhhh!..Aahhhh!...Unhh Daddy..Daddy!!"

      Finally she was quiet, her energy spent. Randall moved up
      beside his daughter and gathered her into his arms. It was a
      quiet night, a full moon. Randall held his little girl in
      silence for what seemed like a very long time. He felt her
      move against him and looked down at her. She stared back up at
      him. When she spoke she sounded almost adult. "Daddy, don't
      worry. I liked it a lot and I love you. I'm not mad at you."

      Randall had long ago given up being surprised. This night
      would change their lives forever, he knew. At this point he
      had nothing to lose. "Honey," he said.

      "Yes, daddy?"

      "I want you to do that for me now, okay?"

      "Okay, daddy."

      Randall guided his daughter's mouth to his erect p*n*s and
      explained what she was supposed to do.

      Emily had never tried to put anything that big in her mouth
      before. It was, she decided, a lot like eating a hot dog in a
      bun. A giggle escaped the corner of her mouth, past her
      daddy's big p*n*s. She began to suck it. At first, she was
      awkward, and she had to stop herself from gagging as she tried
      to swallow her father's dick. Soon, she began move her head
      and mouth smoothly, sucking and slurping until Randall wanted
      to scream in ecstasy. He put his hand on her blond hair and
      stroked her cheek as she gave him the best blow job of his
      life. While she sucked his dick, Emily used her hands to
      alternately stroke his testicles and masturbate.

      All of a sudden Emily's father became stiff and her mouth was
      filled with a salty liquid. He hadn't told her that it would
      happen, but she figured that it was his "seed". Since the only
      alternative would have been to stop sucking and she had
      already decided not to, she swallowed it.

      After a minute, Randall moved. "Emily, honey, you can stop
      now."

      She took his p*n*s out of her mouth and watched as it shrank
      to a flaccid shadow of its former size. She laughed, "It's
      little!"

      "Yes honey, it does that after I come."

      "Did I make you come, daddy?"

      "Yes honey, you did."

      She jumped on top of him and looked him in the face. She asked
      him, "Do you love me, daddy?"

      "Honey, I love you more than life itself."

      "Good!"

      She kissed him on the lips, a quick little girl smack, mouth
      closed.

      Randall took her face between his hands and kissed her back,
      opening her mouth with his tongue. She had never been kissed
      like that, and he took her by surprise for a moment. Then her
      mouth opened to his, and her little tongue flicked against
      his. He could taste his cum on her lips, and in her breath.
      Randall discovered that he was getting hard again. He took a
      deep breath. He knew that there was no going back. He found
      that he no longer wanted to. In fact he felt positively
      greedy, he wanted to possess his daughter totally before this
      wild night ran its course. "Honey?"

      "Yes, daddy?"

      "Honey, I want to have sex with you. Do you remember what I
      told you about boys and girls having sex?"

      "Buut, daddy. Your p*n*s is too big!"

      "I know it's big, honey, but your v*g*n* will stretch to make
      it fit. Besides, I have some stuff in my bathroom that will
      make it slippery."

      "Okay daddy, but if it hurts you have to take it out."

      Randall got up and went to get the KY jelly. His heart was
      pounding, his excitement was so intense that he could barely
      keep control of himself. He came back the bed. Laying down on
      it, he rubbed KY jelly on his p*n*s and Emily's tight little
      pussy. He squirted some inside her for good measure. "Okay
      honey, now I'm going to lay here. Put your v*g*n* on top of my
      p*n*s.

      Good. Now, sit down on it. Slowly. Come on honey, just a
      little more."

      "I can't daddy, it hurts!"

      Randall looked his daughter in the eye. He shifted back
      slightly so that he was propped up by the pillows on the bed.
      His daughter was straddling him, the tip of his p*n*s barely
      inside her. She was struggling not to cry. "Okay honey, it's
      okay. You're doing very good. Now, daddy's going to hold you
      up, okay? Just relax. We'll get it in, it's just going to take
      a little while."

      He held her at the hips and began to rock her back and forth
      and from side to side. Slowly, his p*n*s began to slip inside
      her. She was so tight! "How does it feel, honey?"

      She bit her lip. "It hurts." Bravely. "But it's not as bad."

      "Good girl."

      The head of Randall's p*n*s had disappeared all of the way
      into her. He sat up further and leaned forward. He wrapped her
      legs around him.

      He held her in his arms and continued to rock her further down
      on his p*n*s. She tucked her face into his bare chest and he
      felt the quiet tears of pain begin to run down his skin. For a
      minute he felt profoundly guilty. And then he realized
      something, although it hurt her and she was crying, she was
      not complaining. She seemed to want it as much and maybe (if
      such a thing were possible) even more than he did.

      So he held his daughter, and rocked her, and kissed her
      tear-stained face gently as she lost her virginity. Finally,
      he was buried in her completely. Her little pussy had been
      stretched tremendously by his p*n*s. He knew that she would
      not have the knowledge or the strength to finish it, so he
      carefully lifted and turned her laying her on her back with
      himself on top. He did this without disengaging, and then he
      pulled out just slightly and pushed back in.

      Emily began to cry in a low sobbing tone. She seemed to have
      used up most of her tears, and was relatively dry-eyed, though
      the tracks of them still stained her cheeks. Randall noticed
      that sky outside had begun lighten, dawn was coming. He pulled
      halfway out and slowly pushed back in. Emily screamed, and
      Randall stopped abruptly. "Honey! Are you all right?"

      "I'm sorry, daddy. It hurts too much."

      "I'll stop."

      "No!! Don't stop, daddy. I want you to come in me. I'll be
      okay, really. I know you don't want to hurt me."

      "But, honey you said I should take it out if it hurt too
      much."

      "I know daddy, but it already hurts too much. Just be
      careful."

      Randall was overwhelmed by the love he felt for his daughter.
      He realized that there was no one who was more important to
      him in the world, and that there never would be. As long as
      Emily needed him, he would be there for her. He began to move
      in and out of her at a more normal pace. It hurt her terribly,
      he could tell. But she had only screamed twice more, when
      Randall knew that he was about to come.

      He came in a rush. The hot semen spilled out him as if an
      internal dam had burst. He kept moving through his orgasm and
      finally stopped. Still he did not pull out of his daughter. He
      lay on his side facing her, his p*n*s still inserted to its
      fullest extent. Gradually it began to shrink, and he held his
      daughter and together they watched his dick shrivel up and
      retract from her assaulted v*g*n*.

      Dawn had come by then, and in the first light of the morning,
      Randall could see the blood and cum that covered the insides
      of his daughter's thighs. She had stopped crying, and lay
      still, looking numbly out into space. He wondered if she had
      been traumatized by the experience. After a while she looked
      at him and said, "Daddy, it gets better right?"

      Randall felt lower than dirt. "Yes, honey."

      "I mean the next time it'll feel like when you kissed my
      v*g*n*, right?"

      "It can feel as good."

      There was another brief moment of silence, during which
      Randall realized that there was no way his daughter could go
      to school that morning. Suddenly, Emily turned to him.

      "I love you, daddy."

      She kissed him, opening his mouth with her tongue.