Sins of the Father

by mojavejoe420

Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2019-10-23
Updated: 2019-11-05
Packaged: 2022-01-04 02:04:36
Chapters: 3
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/sins-of-the-father-ch-01-lust
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Summary: 1. A Father Daughter story.
2. The father and daughter continue.
3. Father daughter dance, with a friend.
Erotica Tags: Daughter, Father, Incest, Love, Spanking, Virgin
Average Rating: 4.62

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Sins of the Father Ch. 01 - Lust

Sins of the Father Ch. 02

Sins of the Father Ch. 03

Sins of the Father Ch. 01 - Lust

_**Sins of the Father (Chapter 1)**_

(C) by Mojavejoe420

WARNING: CONTAINS INCEST. If you don't like incest stories, you can move along
without downvoting. Thank you!

NOTICE: All characters mentioned or referred to are 18 years of age or older.

*****

**Saturday Morning**

From my seat on the couch, I watched Ashley come bounding down the stair
steps, making enough noise to rouse the dead. I didn't think a hundred pound
girl could make that much noise. Her older and bigger brothers on the football
team were lighter on their feet than her. Still, her exuberance was catchy,
but I had to try and fight it off this morning, if I could. We had a rather...
_delicate_ matter... to discuss.

It wasn't helping that she had on those tight little sleeping pants, the kind
that are made of super thin cotton material. She also wore a very tight long-
sleeve T-shirt; obviously, she should've gotten rid of it years ago. But she
wouldn't give up her Spiderman shirt for anyone, even if it was so thin that
you could see the faint outlines of her nipples when they were just resting.

"Good morning Daddy!" she kissed me lightly on the cheek. "Still in that
crappy old robe, I see!"

"Morning, Punkins. Coffee's hot, and there's muffins on the counter."

"Mmmm that's what woke me up!"

She puttered around for a little bit making her coffee and buttering her
blueberry muffins.

"And I happen to like this robe. It's got a lot of family history on it," I
joked half-heartedly, trying to postpone the inevitable.

She just shook her head at me as she munched her breakfast.

"Dad, I hope you didn't have too many of these muffins. You know they have
gluten in them. Hey, where is everybody?"

I sighed quietly. _We were getting close. How much longer can I put this off?_

"Mom just left with Marj; they went to that antique swap meet and will have
lunch after. The boys have a double-header over in Claremont, sooo, it's just
us for a good part of the day."

"Oh no! What are we going to do all day?" She laughed.

_You'll probably be sitting on your butt in your room, on restriction for the
next five years_.

With a big sigh, I put my tablet down, then I motioned her to the couch.

"Ash, Ashley. Come sit down, we've got to talk."

"Okay Jeremy," she replied in a deep voice, trying to mimic me. She continued
the joke, "What's the trouble, Sir. Problems with your kids?"

"Ashley, this isn't funny. It's very serious."

To be fair, many times I would start a conversation like this, then inform her
I had concert tickets that I didn't know what to do with. So she was used to
me goofing around.

"Okay, father."

She still was using her imitating-dad voice. I cocked my head at her and
didn't smile.

"Sorry Daddy," she responded in her regular voice. She sat down on the couch
next to me. "What's going on?"
 _Well, here goes nothing._

"Mr. Patton called me late Thursday afternoon. You know Mr. Patton?"

"Yes Daddy, he's the principal. Sooo..."

"Yeah. So. He said... Ashley this isn't easy for me."

I wrung my hands, I really didn't know where to start.

"Daddy, just say it and we will deal with it."

I looked at her. For someone who just turned eighteen, sometimes she shows a
lot of maturity.

"Alright then. Mr. Patton said that you were behind the drug store, after
school."

I watched her stiffen, and her eyes widen. So, it's true, I thought. Her body
language gave her away; there would be no way for her to lie her way out of
this now.

"He said... Jesus... he said you were there with three boys who... all had
their pants down."

"Daddy I—"

"And, of course, I didn't believe him. Not my little girl! She isn't a slut
like that!"

"Dad—"

"So then he goes on to say that the girl, Samantha, was it? I guess she's the
bitch who ratted you out. Anyway, This bitch shows him a video where you can
see the boys, and a girl, with long blonde hair and a blue and gold ribbon
tied in it, on her knees in front of one of them. She has her hands on his
hips and her head is bobbing back and forth."

Ashley sank back into the couch, red-faced and ashamed.

"And you can hear one of those little jack-asses holler 'Ashley, come suck
mine when you're done with Jason's'."

I glared at her.

"Do you have even the slightest bit of comprehension? The slightest notion of
how embarrassing this is? To me? To our family? And how dangerous this is to
you?"

"Daddy, we can talk about this."

"So you don't even deny it?"

She looked at me.

"Daddy, we promised we could be open and honest with each other. Remember you
made that promise to me: I will be honest with you and you will be honest with
me. Remember?"
I hung my head. I guess I knew it was true, deep down. But I wanted there to
be some reason that it could be someone else, some other Ashley. But, no. It
was my daughter on the little video.

"Yeah, so what! I'm _honestly_ very concerned about you being the Ridgemont
High school slut!"

"I'm not the school slut, Daddy! These were my friends... wait, is this why
you were avoiding me yesterday?"

"Yeah... I didn't want to tell your mother. It would break her heart. Kinda
like mine is breaking right now. Can you imagine if Mom picked up that call?"

"Daddy..." she reached over to hold my hand. She squeezed it tightly, I didn't
respond.

"Daddy these are my friends, I wasn't blowing them or... sucking them off."

"You know you could've been raped! You get these boys aroused like this and
they could just... rape you—"

"Daddy! These are my friends, they would never do that. I wasn't in danger..."

"You don't know that!" I yelled.

_Fuck, I need to calm down._ I took a deep breath and continued.

"You... your body is outpacing your brain. You look like a full grown woman
now, you know? And that makes guys think... things."

"I know what they think about, Daddy. I think about that also. I want them
thinking that about me."

My anger began rising again. I was losing my temper, fast.

"Christ! You are the school slut! Give me your phone."

She reluctantly handed it over.

"What's the code?" I asked, exasperated. "And you better not change it either.
From now on your phone is open to me."

"Oh-seven-three-oh," she quickly answered.

"Zero-seven... wait... that's my birthday."

"I know, Daddy."

I opened up the 'Pictures' app and began scrolling. I had only swiped a couple
times before I found the dick pics.

"Oh wow, a cock. And... another one... and another, fantastic... look at all
these hard cocks. Different ones too..."

The anger just kept rising in me.

"Those are... just my friends. They wanted me to take their pictures. That's
what I was doing Wednesday, just taking their pictures."
"Yeah. Uh huh." Jesus Christ, I could feel my heart beating in my chest.

"Daddy I'm not lying! I'm... I'm still a virgin."

"Yeah, right. Oh, this pic is interesting, a naked girl... can't see the face
but she's naked and showing... wait... that's _your_ comforter, isn't it! This
naked girl is _you_! Isn't it!"

I tossed the phone down on the couch. I couldn't look anymore.

She turned away from me, but I could still see the side of her face turning a
bright red.

"Yes," she whispered. "It's me."

"Great, and you're sending this picture and how many others to who, anyone who
asks?"

Ashley was so smart and had so much going for her. And yet, here she was,
getting naked to the world. A fucking slut.

"Daddy, it's not like that. You see—"

" _Not like that_? Don't you get it? You send out naked selfies of yourself,
and they are out there forever! The internet never forgets! How can you be
so... so stupid?"

Ashley glared at me. Calling her stupid was pretty mean. I knew I was losing
control, but I couldn't help it. This was my little girl, and these idiot
friends of hers were leading her down a bad path...

"Daddy, these were just for Alyssa and me. That's all! I didn't give them to
anyone else—"

"Don't you lie to me!"

I stood up and walked to the kitchen. I tried to pour myself a cup of coffee
but my hands were shaking so bad I just stopped.

I looked at her and just shouted, "Godammit!" as I smacked the wall with my
open palm.

"Daddy you should calm down, this isn't good for your blood pressure... And I
wasn't lying."

" _Calm down_? Oh perfect, now you're giving me medical and parenting advice!"

"Daddy, sit down and let's talk. I don't want you to be mad at me like this,
like mom would."

_Oh, that's a low blow, comparing me to her mother._

"Daddy I just... I want you to love me and accept me for who I am."

She looked at me with those pleading eyes. They almost got to me. Then I
remembered the naked picture of her, her legs wide open and her fingers inside
herself.
I gritted my teeth and slapped the wall again, hard. The emotions swirling in
my head were almost too much.

"Daddy, can't we just talk about this?"

"I don't even know what to say to you. I can't talk to your mom. I can't talk
to Father Sarducci about this... I love you sweetheart, but you... you need to
be controlled... or taught a lesson... or... I don't even fucking know what."

I bowed my head for a few seconds.

"I stopped spanking you when you were ten. Do you remember? The last one? I
swear you broke that Beatles record on purpose."

Ash looked at the floor.

"Yeah, maybe I did... break it on purpose, I mean."

I looked up, shocked.

"What?" My voice was a lot louder than I intended it to be. "I was just being
facetious!"

"Daddy, stop yelling. You're overreacting, again."

The audacity.

The audacity that she even had the gall to think I was overreacting. And then,
it hit me: sudden clarity. Instead of screaming louder, my voice went lower,
and I spoke in slow, menacing tones as I over-enunciated each word.

"You think I'm overreacting? You ain't seen nothing, honey. Stand up. Get over
here."

I pointed to the end of the couch. Ash obliged, looking confused and...
scared.

Good.

"Put your hands on the arm of the couch," I hissed. "I mean Now... yes bend
over!"

She looked at me funny, and kept looking at me. I could tell she wanted to say
something but I'd had enough, I didn't want to hear it.

"Look forward, and don't talk. Just count." Then I mumbled under my breath,
"I'll show you overreacting..."

She faced forward as I stood behind her.

"Ummm... count what?"

I moved my bare hand back about a foot and swatted her barely covered bottom.

Ashley let out a little snort that may have been a laugh and said, "One."

"You didn't even feel that did you?"

"Well, to be honest—"
 _Smack._

I could see the side of her face, she was smiling.

"Two, I guess. You didn't even mention the thong."

I lost it. I was trying to teach her a lesson, and here she was smirking at
me. And in typical parent fashion, I thought, I'll give you something to laugh
about.

Without even thinking, I raised my hand high above my head, and brought it
down swiftly.

_Smack!_

My hand stung a little bit from that one. Ash jumped a little and cried,
"Ouch!"

My hand rested on her bottom, and just as she eeked out a little "Three", it
dawned on me what she had just said.

"Wait, you're wearing a thong? Where the hell did you get that?"

I started feeling the small of her back and, sure enough, under her little
jammie pants, I could feel the ridges of the string thong.

"I borrowed it from Alyssa. Her mom is okay with her wearing it."

I pulled the hem of her sleeping pants away from her body so I could get a
better look. And there, in shiny blue satin, lay an ultra-thin thong on my
daughter's bottom.

"The only reason anyone wears a thong," I began in that same slow, deliberate
voice I used earlier, "is to entice, or show it off to someone you want to
have sex with. Who is it? One of those so-called friends? Well, it's coming
off, little missy, and it's coming off now!"

I gripped her pajama bottoms and yanked them down to her ankles. Without even
hesitating, I grabbed her thong and pulled it down also. I knew, on some
level, at least, that this was wrong, this wasn't what I should be doing. But
everything about that morning just made me infinitely more angry.

I lifted Ashley's leg so she could step out of the pants and thong. Then, I
yanked them off her other leg.

"Alright, put your foot back in here... no not that one... here... why aren't
you helping me?"

"I'm trying, Daddy."

"No you're not, I'm trying to put your pants back on, come on!"

She stepped again on her pants, seemingly so I couldn't get her foot back into
the pant leg.

My head filled with images, memories of my little girl... breaking my record

on purpose... seeing that naked picture of her... thinking of her naked with
her friend... blowing those boys behind the store... spanking her a moment
ago... seeing her bare ass... feeling my cock harden...

I swear to God, I saw red. I've heard people say that before but I thought it
was bullshit. It's not. I was so angry I saw everything through a slightly red
haze. My blood pressure must've been sky-high.

I stood up and let loose with a rapid-fire barrage on her bottom.

_Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack!_

She had grown into a full-fledged woman, my daughter. And quickly, sharply,
yet methodically, I spanked her hard all over her bare ass.

I breathed heavy, surveying the damage I'd done. Her bare ass began to glow a
deep, radiant pink. I barely noticed Ashley had whimpered with each blow of my
hand and was now gasping for breath.

"Daddy... (gasp) That's um... seven or eight (gasp)... I think, I'm not sure."

I took several deep breaths and regained control of myself. I was seeing
normally now, the redness was gone from my sight, but not from her ass. I
stood to her side her as she remained bent over, her hands on the arm of the
couch. I was beginning to wonder what the fuck I'd just done.

"Yeah, ummm... you're probably right... I guess..." I had lost track also.

She turned her head to look at me, I could see her wet eyes glistening and her
disheveled, long blonde hair fell over parts of her face.

"Daddy? Do you like spanking my bare bottom?"

I followed her eyes as she lowered them, looking at my crotch... and the very
noticeable bulge in my robe. I was commando under the robe, so my hard cock
was sticking pretty much straight out.

"I think you do, Daddy."

She originally had her hands on the arm of the couch so she was somewhat bent
forward. Now, she lowered herself to rest on her elbows, resulting in her
being bent over a full ninety degrees.

My blood boiled again at this lascivious display, and her filthy mouth. Why
does she have to be such a slut?

"You said earlier you wanted honesty. Here's some honesty for you!"

**SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK...**

I didn't stop.

I spanked my girl, my baby girl, so hard, and for so long.

She screamed, she wailed, she moaned out, "Daddy!" several times. But never
once did she say, "Stop."

I slapped, smacked, and spanked her, all over her ass. I slapped her lower
thighs, I slapped her cheeks, and then... I seemed to concentrate on spanking
her right on her crack. And... her lower crack... and I knew that parts of my
hand and fingers were slapping against her womanhood... and I watched as her
tits jiggled... and I could see her nipples protruding through her shirt...
and I saw her tears falling onto the couch and I thought to myself, good...
and I could smell her pussy... and... and...

And I finally stopped.

I stood there, in the family room of our house, dressed in my old robe and a
t-shirt, sweating like a pig with a raging hard-on... and I had my hand
resting comfortably on my daughter's bare ass.

It was hot. I mean her skin, it was hot to the touch. I gently caressed both
cheeks. And somehow, my hand drifted lower. My middle finger grazed her little
backdoor, and my fingers then skimmed over her sex, and it was flowing. I mean
oozing. Her secretions flowed down the inside of her thighs.

And that's when the realization set in. The realization that I had beaten my
daughter, and that I was a sick fuck. I only then noticed that Ashley was
full-on crying, her shoulders jumping and her eyes and nose dripping on the
cushions.

"Don't... don't cry, Ash."

She couldn't answer because of her sobs, she just shook her head. She also
didn't even wipe her eyes or nose. She stayed in her bent-over position. I
rubbed her with the intent to comfort her, but my hand was right in her cleft.
I rubbed her sex... and she moaned as she also coated my fingers.

I swear the room spun. I stepped away from her in horror, in full revulsion of
what I had done. I fell backward onto the comfy couch. My mind went a thousand
miles an hour in all directions... I pictured myself alone, divorced, all my
kids walking away from me as I went to prison... having sex with my
daughter... getting fired from work... kissing my daughter... my wife burning
all my stuff and laughing at me... my daughter sucking my cock... my sons
beating me up... kissing Ash... _what have I done_

With my elbows on my knees, I held my head in my hands, trying not to cry.

Without looking up, I managed to squeak out a few words.

"I'm sorry, Ashley. I am so sorry. I am a terrible father. I'm sorry."

I just kept whispering,"I'm sorry."

I knew it wouldn't do any good. How can you "take back" something like this?
You can't, and I knew it, and I knew my life was over.

"Daddy," Ash said through her tears. "It's okay. I made you mad."

"I am the worst father in the world."

"No, you aren't."

"I'm so ashamed, you deserve a better father than me."

"I'm sorry, Daddy, for acting up like I did."

Stunned, I responded, "You have nothing to be sorry about! You just need a
little guidance is all, and I..."

I raised my head at this point, she was still bent over on the couch arm, her
red cheeks and dripping sex was clearly visible, too. She looked at me with
her wet face and sad eyes.

"Daddy? Do you still love me?"

"Of course I do, sweetheart! More than anything!"

"Well, I need, like, a hug or something."

_Oh shit! I just left her standing there, crying, bent over and basically
naked! I was so into myself I didn't even think about her. God, I suck at
parenting!_

"Ash, come here, baby."

I held my arms open wide and she practically jumped in my lap. Our arms
wrapped around each other tightly, and I stroked her hair, and made little
comforting "shhhhh" noises as she cried quietly, her face buried in my robe. I
also said "I'm sorry" about three hundred times, in between little kisses to
her head.

"Daddy," she said, after a couple minutes.

"Yes, baby?"

"I just need you to hold me, just like this, after you spank me. Okay?"

She looked up at me with her sparkling eyes, and my heart just melted.

"Of course I will hold you, honey. But..."

I had to think for a moment. I'm pretty good with English and can write
reasonably well, and she's taking Advanced Placement English courses at
school. She used an interesting tense in her last sentence.

"The way you said that, it sounded like... there will be more spankings?"

She just looked at me with those sad, soft eyes. I leaned forward and very
lightly kissed her forehead. She smiled. I lightly kissed her forehead in a
few more places, then a tiny kiss on her nose.

She giggled.

"Daddy, I remember these kisses! Butterfly kisses!"

"Yes!" I laughed with her. "We used to do this at your bedtime, a long time
ago."

I put more butterfly kisses on her cheeks, on her nose, on her chin.

"I thought... I thought I made it up or something. But it was real, wasn't it?
Why did you stop?"

"It was real, honey. But, you were growing up. It didn't seem appropriate
anymore."

We looked into each other's eyes for a few moments, then I lowered mine.

"I'm sorry for hurting you. I am supposed to protect you, but I hurt you
instead."

"No, Daddy. You were just trying to teach me."

"Yes, I was. But I don't know what to do."

She lowered her head for a moment.

"Maybe I'm not a little girl anymore, but I still need my father."

That got to me. My eyes instantly wetted, and I turned away for a few moments.

"You do? Are you sure? After what I just did?"

"Of course! You know things about me that no one else does and like, you
support me and stuff."

"I do support you, I just want you to be safe and not ruin your life."

"I'm being safe and I'm being careful, Daddy."

"It's just, a father's love for his daughter is a very special bond. And now
I've broken it, or cracked it, at least."

"No Daddy, you haven't. Sometimes..." she looked away. "Sometimes I need this
from you."

"Need... what, exactly?"

Ash looked me in the eye again.

"I need you to spank me, and hold me like this afterward."

"You do? So you were serious a minute ago?"

I sat there stunned, flabbergasted, even. It was right about then that I
noticed my hand was on her upper thigh, gently massaging her bare skin. And I
also became aware of her weight on my lap, on my cock.

"I can keep getting into trouble if you want me to... if it... you know...
makes it easier for you..." her voice trailed off.

"No, let's not do that."

"I thought of having Alyssa, or one of the boys spank me, maybe."

"No!" I blurted out, surprising myself. "It... it should be me."

She smiled at me, and my cock got harder.

"It's just that... well, you said it earlier... and it's hard to repeat."

"Tell me, Daddy. I need to know how you feel about this."

"I... liked it. A lot." I wiggled my body, so she rocked on me while sitting
on my lap. My hard cock unmistakably pushed into her thigh. "Maybe more than I
should. Definitely more than I should."

"I liked it too," she giggled. "It made us closer, right? It will make us even
closer still."

"Yes, it has made us closer, hasn't it? I like that."

"I can, like, feel the closeness." She said with a straight face.

I snickered a little. I know she could feel my hard-on.

"And I could tell you liked it."

"How could you tell, Daddy?"

I slipped my hand up under her thigh. She lifted herself up so my hand could
slide under her. She sat back down.

"This, right here. This is so damn wet."

"Where, Daddy?"

_Oh, she likes to play coy with me._

I ran my fingers over the wet lips of her sex.

"Here, your pussy. It's the wettest pussy I've ever felt."

She opened her legs for me, and I could feel her better. Gently, I eased a
finger inside her.

"Oh, you are still a virgin."

"See? I told you. I've been... saving myself. Do you feel how wet I am? That's
from you spanking me, and holding me just now."

"You're not a little girl anymore, that's for sure." I paused and brushed her
hair off her face with my dry hand. "But can I still call you that?"

"Yes, of course, you can. I will always be your little girl, Daddy."

I pulled her in for a hug, a very tight one. She readjusted herself so that
she now straddled my lap, facing me. Looking down, I could see a small tuft of
light brown hair at the top of her pussy, I slid my hand under her and cupped
her sex.

It was safe to say that all semblance of rhyme or reason had left the house at
this point. I was just operating on raw emotion.

"Lean back, Daddy."

She leaned against me as I laid back on the couch. She rubbed her perfect
breasts into me, and her hair surrounded us as she began planting little
butterfly kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, and my nose. It was such an
intimate feeling, having her kiss me the way I used to kiss her.

I reached down and let my cock out of my old robe, and she pressed against it,
rubbing it with her wet pussy.

She kissed my chin, then pulled up and looked at me, smiling.

"I love you, sweetheart," I said as I licked my lips.

"I love you, Daddy," she said as she closed the gap.

Our lips touched in a tender kiss, that quickly became less tender and more...
hungry. My hands settled on her bare hips, just below her shirt, and I
couldn't get over how smooth she felt. Her skin felt like porcelain, it was
just so tight and fresh. In that moment, all I wanted to do was squeeze her
and pull her closer to me.

Our tongues met, and it felt as if a lightning bolt struck me. She must have
felt it too, for Ash moaned in my mouth and slumped against me as we kissed
passionately, deeply. Her hands held my neck and head, she ran her fingers
through my full hair and kneaded my neck.

My hands roamed all over her tender bottom, still warm from her spanking. My
middle finger settled on her little asshole, I just gently played with it as
we continued kissing.

"I'm sorry for not being so affectionate lately," I said after we came up for
air. "Well, the last few years, I guess."

"I'm sorry I embarrassed you in front of the principal, Daddy. But, it was
worth it. For us to get to here, I mean. Ohhhh Daddy... I like you touching
me... there."

"Me too," I chuckled. "So uh, tell me: how often do you need a spanking? Like,
once a month?"

She looked at me and shook her head, suddenly shy.

"Once a year?" I asked playfully.

"Daddy! No!" She whined, hitting my shoulder lightly.

"What about once a week, then, as a compromise."

"Okay Daddy. Oh, so Alyssa tried shaving me yesterday, do you like it all
shaved off or leaving a little bit of hair?"

"Well, I like the lips all clean for when I..." I suddenly got a little
embarrassed. But I got over it. "For when I lick your pussy."

"Well, here, tell me what you think."

With that, she disentangled herself and stood up. Spreading her legs apart a
foot or so, she placed her hands on the sides of her pussy and pulled a little
bit.

"Do you like it? I think I got all the hair off from below, and I got Alyssa
to make a little heart here, at the top, see?"

Yeah, I saw. I saw this gorgeous pussy that needed pounding. By me.

"It's lovely, honey. Now let's see how Alyssa did on the back. Turn around...
good girl. Now, pull your cheeks apart for me."

"Daddy, this is like, so naughty! Can you see? Did she miss any spots? Oh God
your hands feel good... ohhh...oh Daddy..."
She purred as my tongue ran across the tender little skin of her back door.

"Has... anybody licked you here?"

Ashley seemed to have trouble speaking.

"Ummm... no... Alyssa has... omigod... rubbed me a little there... Jesus

Daddy!"

I pushed my tongue into her tight asshole, stretching her out. She moaned and
put one hand on the couch to steady herself and leaned forward a bit, giving
me better access to her backdoor.

I grabbed my cock for a moment, God it felt so good. But I could only stroke
it for a moment, under these conditions, he was on a hair-trigger. Pre-cum ran
over my fingers.

"It feels... very squishy back there, Daddy. Is your tongue inside me?"

"Mm hmmm," was all I could answer.

_Damn, would I de-virginize both of my daughter's holes this morning? That

seemed like maybe a lot, have to see how it goes._

Reluctantly, I pulled me head back and Ash sort of came with me, settling back
onto my lap again. We kissed for a few moments.

"You taste, ummm... interesting, Daddy."

"I taste like you, punkins. Did you like that?"

She lowered her head but kept looking me in the eye.

"It was fucking awesome, Dad. Feel me... yes... you see?"

She took my hand and placed it on her wet vagina.

"Mmmm yes you are very turned on. But, no harm has been done yet. We can stop
now and nothing has really happened. We can go back to the way we were and—"

"Daddy," she said sharply, "I don't want to go back to the way we were. I want
you inside me, I thought you wanted that, too."

"Ash, I do want that more than anything. I just... I want to make sure you're
okay with it."

She looked me straight in the eye.

"Yes, I'm perfectly okay with it!"

Her giggle assured me that we were fine. Alarm bells still rang in my head,
but I ignored them.

"Okay then, let's do this properly. Stand up."

I stood up right after she did and scooped her up in my arms. She giggled and
held on tight while I carried her up the stairs to my bedroom, to my bed. The
significance wasn't lost on Ash.
"This is... yours and Mom's bed. I always fantasized that we'd do it in my
bed."

I set one knee on the bed and laid her gently in the middle. Then I peeled
down the covers of Mom's side.

"Come on baby, get in my bed."

She scrambled into the silky sheets, giggling. I went to the linen closet and
dug deep, and managed to find a couple old brown towels from a set we didn't
use anymore. I rolled Ash over to the side, spread out the towels, then rolled
her back on top of it so she was nice and centered on it. Then, I got into the
bed beside her and she snuggled up to me.

"Baby girl, we've got to get this t-shirt off you! I've been dying to see
what's going on under here."

I marveled at her lean body as she got out of her shirt in very short order.
She leaned on one elbow, looking at me as I admired her form.

"Do you like my boobies, Daddy? Are they okay?"

She gently stroked her breast while I watched.

"I love them," I whispered as I reached over and felt her firm breast in my
hand. My fingers teased her pink nipple, making it harden firmly.

"Are you still a b-cup?"

"No Daddy, I moved up to a "C" last month."

"You'll probably be a full "D" by the time you're done. You're going to big
bigger than Mom."

I bent down and kissed her chest, loving how firm and pert she was. I kissed
and licked across both her breasts before settling on her right one, taking
that nipple fully into my mouth.

"Oh God!" she moaned as I sucked hard-on her nipple. Looking into her eyes, I
went back and forth between them, alternating slowly and lovingly between
sucking each of my daughter's breasts. Her pink areolas were bigger than I
expected, and her nipples were so responsive.

I could've stayed there the rest of the morning, but I could smell her pussy
and it needed attention. I crawled on top of Ash and slowly worked my way down
her abdomen, licking and kissing her taut skin and leaving a trail of saliva
on her stomach.

I nuzzled my nose in her heart-shaped patch of pubic hair for a few moments,
tickling both of us. She giggled, and then got suddenly serious.

"Daddy, I want your mouth on me."

Without hesitation, I moved further down and ran the tip of my tongue along
the lips of her pussy. Her clean, exquisite taste excited me even further as I
tried to cover her entire sex with my mouth. I wasn't successful, but she
didn't care. She moaned to God as my hot tongue split her petals while I
searched, and explored. Finally, I sunk my tongue into her vagina.
She clamped her legs on my head as I stretched her pussy walls. I was somewhat
constricted by her hymen, but I worked through it. I felt her fingernails claw
into my hair and scalp as l teased her clit with my tongue. Her breath came in
short gasps and moans and I could tell she was building up to a major release.

"Omigod omigod omigod!" How I loved hearing her moan that, knowing it was me
who was making her feel that way.

I touched her wet little asshole with my finger just as I sucked her clit into
my mouth, and she bucked and thrashed as she orgasmed. Her legs squeezed my
head even harder, and she practically squirted her girl goo all on my lips and
chin. Her body clenched and her pelvis rose a few inches off the mattress as
her orgasm exploded through her.

Finally, she collapsed completely, breathing as if she'd just run a marathon.

I crawled up to her and she managed to kiss my face in rapid kisses between
her deep breaths. She licked my face clean of her juices, seeming to love it.

We kissed like that for several minutes until she returned to normal. Her
ecstatic smile and the way she hugged and kissed me... I felt like a king.

"Thank you, Daddy. That was amazing!" She has a little tear in her eye.

"You're just charged up, but I love doing that with you."

"Oh God I want that all the time," she giggled. "Was I... ummm... Do I taste
okay or what?"

"You taste fantastic honey, kind of like a peach."

I reached down to her sex and wet my fingers again. She moaned at my touch. I
licked my fingers again as she watched.

"And I love doing that, by the way." I teased her a little, "You want Daddy
between your legs?"

"Ohhh fuck, yes. Oh shit! I mean, I know you don't like it when I curse—"

I covered her mouth with mine, finding her tongue with mine and sucking it
into my mouth. I pulled off and spoke to her.

"In bed, or when being intimate like we are, you can say anything you want.
Fuck. Pussy. Cock. Ash, I want you to feel free to express yourself, without
fear of retribution. We may explore some things, sexy things, new areas, and
I'm going to need your total honesty as to whether you like it or not. So,
always say what you feel, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy. Well, honestly, I fucking want you inside me."

"See? That's excellent. If you have needs or wants, feel free to express
them." I smiled as I rose up over her. "But before we make love, I want you to
get acquainted with my friend here."

And with that, I straddled her chest, my knees in her armpits which put my
cock directly in her face.

"Jesus, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "It's huge! Should I, like, ummm, I've never
had one in my mouth..."
I pushed forward a little bit, my guy's mushroom head was just an inch from
her mouth.

"That's called, pre-cum, go on, give it a taste."

Her tongue lightly touched my cock as she scooped up the drip from my cock. I
watched as she tasted me.

"It's salty... not bad or anything."

"Grip my cock, down here, then move your hand up, yesss, that's all for you."

Pre-cum flowed from my cockhead as she moved her thumb up the underside,
pouring directly into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed that and smiled. I
reconsidered my position, seeing as it was her first time.

"Honey, I'm going to lay on my back, then you can explore at your pace...
otherwise, I might just start fucking your mouth before you're ready"

We both laughed at that as we got comfortable, her climbing on top of me.

"Yes, drag your boobs over him... yes like that... God that's amazing... yeah,
rub your nipple right along him."

She bent down and lifted my cock up off my stomach, then looked me in the eye
as she kissed the the tip and it involuntarily flexed as her hot mouth
surrounded the head.

"Yesss baby... yess... oh watch the teeth, okay? You're doing great."

She pushed forward and got about four inches in her mouth, and immediately
spat out my cock and had a minor coughing fit.

"I'm sorry, Daddy!" she whined, ashamed.

"No, honey, it's fine! It's okay, just go a little slower. Take your time,
there's no rush."

She approached my cock again, going slower this time, easing him into her hot
mouth, then going back and forth, up and down my steely shaft. Her hand came
around and gently gripped me, moving along with her mouth.

"Oh god baby girl... push your tongue a little forward, yessssss..."

She looked up at me, and kind of giggled with me in her mouth. I smiled and
held her head with one hand. I didn't want to push her head down or anything,
she was doing so well for her first time. The tingles began, so I warned her.

"Ash, if you keep doing this, I am going to cum in your mouth."

She pulled off me for a second.

"Okay." Then she sucked me a couple more times and said, "Let's do that, I
want to try that."

She resumed sucking my cock, even going down a little further.

"Ash... fuck yes... I'm going to shoot this hot cum in your mouth. But don't
worry, I will get it up again."

She sped up the pace and hummed on every downstroke.

_That's your daughter down there, giving you an amazing blowjob!_

"Look... look at me baby," I panted, very close now.

Our eyes met, I could see the lust and her need to pleasure me. My cock
throbbed in her mouth as my orgasm approached, and it was coming like a
freight train. My hips pumped involuntarily, Ash not only held on but gave my
cockhead a swirl with her tongue. That's all it took.

"Oh shiiiiiiiiit!" I groaned as my head flew back. Great steaming loads

erupted from my cock as I convulsed on the bed. The first one I know went in
her mouth, then some landed on my stomach and chest. After a few moments I
looked back down to see Ash coughing and laughing.

"I'm sorry but, I didn't expect it to be like that. I think I breathed some
in."

She laughed again as did I. Big strings of cum and saliva dripped from her
mouth. She began to wipe it but I stopped her.

"Leave it, don't use your hands. Use your mouth, we can't have Daddy's cum
wasted, can we?"

Gently, I pulled her head down and she got the hint. She slurped up the cum
off my cock and balls that had fallen out of her mouth. Then she licked my
cock clean, swallowing all of it.

"Good girl... such a good girl."

She continued licking the ropes that landed on my stomach and chest. When she
got a mouthful, I stopped her from swallowing and said, "Kiss me."

Surprised, she almost spit it out but managed to keep it in her mouth. Ash
crawled up to me and kissed me gently, opening her mouth as she did so. Our
tongues met amidst the cum and swirled it around in each other's mouth, trying
to push the cum into each other's mouth. Eventually we both swallowed and
broke the kiss.

"That was fun Daddy," she whispered. "I think I won, though."

"I'd call it a tie," I smiled back at her. "Like I said, it can't go to

waste."

"Right, I won't let it. It tastes kind of funky but it's you, and I love it."

We kissed some more as she lay on me, her breasts pushing into my chest. My
hands ran up and down her back, her sides, her butt cheeks.

"I love your hands on me. This is even better than I dreamed."

I smiled at her.

"You have the softest, sexiest skin I've ever touched. Or maybe it's just
because it's you, punkins. If you still want me to make you a woman, I just
need a few minutes, okay?"
"Okay!" she said excitedly. "I'm ready right now, but I guess you guys need
like, some re-charge time or, something?"

"Typically, yes we do!"

I rolled her over onto her back and we got her centered on the towel once
again.

"So tell me something, hon. What was it like when I spanked you? How did you
feel?"

"Oh gosh! Ummm, wow. I'm... at a little loss for words.. Gimme a sec, okay?"

As I lay beside her I leaned in and kissed her neck while my free hand roamed
slowly over her breasts and stomach.

"Take all the time you need, hon."

My hand drifted down to her pussy, my fingers just slipped in between her
lips. I gently rubbed up and down her slit with my middle finger, being sure
to graze her clit along the way.

"Oh wow that feels so nice when you touch me like that, Daddy. Okay so, like
after the first couple spanks, the hard ones I mean, it's like... it's like my
mind calmed. It hurt and I screamed and stuff, but... it's like the pain made
me focus, while at the same time I wasn't thinking about anything except...
ummm..."

She turned her head away.

"Baby you can tell me, it's alright, little love."

She sniffed a little and a tear ran down one eye as she turned back to me.

"It's like, I surrendered to you and... I don't know... I... went somewhere
else, kinda. The pain seemed to recede a little bit. You controlled me and...
like, you could do anything you want. I guess I wanted you to do whatever you
wanted to me.

"I also felt like... well, this sounds funny, but I felt safe when you were
spanking me. Like, I was protected by you, I don't know, it's hard to
explain."

I leaned down and kissed her softly, our lips communicating so much. I also
was thinking to myself, _Holy shit, she's a submissive! She's talking about
subspace!_ I was already hardening again, but at this point I got fully hard.

_Dude, you really, really need to tread carefully here... I'll be sure to
tread carefully... tomorrow._

"Daddy? Did I say anything wrong?"

"No sweetie, not at all."

"You kind of went away for a moment. Are we okay?"

I crawled on top of her, settling between her legs.

"We are perfect. Now, this is going to hurt for a bit, but I'll be as gentle
as I can."

"It's okay, just go slow. I want you to make me a woman."

I rubbed my cock up and down her slit.

"You're so wet."

"Having you in my mouth got me this wet."

Moving my cock up and down, I found her vagina, carefully guarded by her
hymen. I pushed forward until I felt it holding me back.

"I love you so much baby girl, you know that."

"I love you, too, Daddy. Very much."

We kissed, and I pressed with just a tiny bit of force. I felt her stiffen a
little, and she stopped kissing as she grimaced.

_Just do it._

I let my weight settle on her more. We looked into each other's eyes, and she
nodded. I let my weight on her more...

... and I felt it tear.

Ash cried out sharply as I punctured her. I managed to stop about halfway
inside her. I braced myself and just held as still as I could, all the while
feeling that sudden burst of warm fluid on my cock.

She breathed hard and tried to calm herself, but a couple tears coursed down
her cheeks. She held me as I kissed her cheeks, kissed her tears, then placed
butterfly kisses on her forehead, nose, and cheeks. She giggled a little and
sniffed, trying to be brave.

"It's okay, Daddy. I'm fine."

I smiled at her.

"No hurry, baby."

We kissed and rubbed noses for a couple more minutes. Reading her face, I
could tell she was still feeling some discomfort. So I waited patiently with
my cock halfway in my daughter's pussy.

"It's not so bad, now."

I let myself down a fraction or two, then pulled back. She was very wet, but
also just oh so tight. A little moan escaped her lips, and I pushed in a bit
more. We kissed again, our lips loving each other. I kept easing myself in and
out of her, gently and slowly; before long, we had some rhythm going. After a
couple minutes, I'd sunk my cock completely into her.

"Ash," I whispered as I hit bottom. "Sweetheart, you aren't a virgin anymore."

"Daddy, it feels incredible. I'm so... full... I don't know how to describe
it. It's wonderful, thank you."
She pulled me tight and kissed me hard. I pulled out of her slowly, just
barely leaving the tip in. She made a little whimper, until I pushed back into
her, filling her.

"Yes Daddy, yes! No wait... don't take it out again... oh God yesss!"

We tried kissing, but we were both breathing so hard, we just kept our lips
touching as we breathed through our mouths.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she panted. "Fuck me."

"You like my cock in you, baby? Huh? You like this?" And I slammed hard into
her.

"Yes! Fuck me hard! Omigod! Yes!"

I kicked it into high gear at that point. I talked to her, but only between
gasps as we were both panting so hard.

"You're...my little slut... aren't you?"

She swallowed hard before answering.

"Yes, Daddy... I'm yours... I'm whatever... you want."

I worked my hands under her and cupped her ass cheeks, pulling her harder into
me.

"Ohhhhhh... Fuck... Daddy!"

"You... almost there... punkins?"

"Yes... I'm... I'm... going to cum..."

I pounded her extra hard those last few strokes. It was all I could do to not
cum yet, I really wanted this to be good for her but... Jesus, it was taking
all my concentration.

"Oh Daddy!" She moaned in a breathless voice. "Oh Daddy oh shit Daddy it's
coming I know it is!"

"I fucking... love you... my baby... Ash... Aauuuughhhh!"

On the last downstroke I held it there, climaxing inside my little girls sweet
pussy. As my throbbing cock pumped my hot semen inside her, her pussy began
clenching and gripping my cock.

Ash moaned loudly, "Oh my fucking God Daddy ohhhhhhhhhh!"

Her fingernails dug into my back a little as she went over the edge with me.

My cock felt amazing, the way it always does when it swims in that extra lube
of its own cum. I must've pumped ten squirts inside her, despite my cumming
earlier. She seemed to be lost in an orgasmic state; any little movement by my
cock caused her to moan and her pussy to tremble.

We played a little game: I would stop moving until she opened her eyes and
looked at me, then I'd give her a few quick little fuck strokes to make her
giggle and her body quiver again.

Eventually, though, I began to soften, much to our chagrin. We still held each
other, and her legs wrapped around mine as we kissed little butterfly kisses,
and grown-up tongue kisses, and goofy playing kisses.

"So, Daddy. I'm not trying to be mean or anything, I'm just wondering. When
can you get hard again?"

I smiled at her. I didn't take offense, she really didn't know. I rolled off
to the side, but pulled her with me. She now laid partially on her side and on
my chest.

"Well, hon, I've cum twice in an hour, which is pretty damn good for a man of
my advancing years."

"Oh stop it! You aren't old."

"Well, at forty-seven I ain't exactly no spring chicken, you know." I smiled

at her. "When I was your age I could cum five or six times a day easy. It
changes, though, as the years go by. I will say, however, that being with you
has reinvigorated me like I can't believe."

She smiled and kissed me.

"You mean, you and mom don't, ummm... fuck like this?"

I chuckled a little.

"No, we are in a bit of a dry spell, it seems."

"But Dad, you need to still make love to her, right?"

She twirled my chest hairs with her finger.

_All I want is you, for the rest of my days... wait no that's wrong of me...
oh fuck I don't know what to say._

"I suppose I do."

"Do you spank her like you did me?"

I laughed.

"No baby, she doesn't like that sort of thing."

"Maybe you should try again?"

She dragged her fingernails across my chest, leaving traces of red marks on my
skin.

"Maybe I'll spank you again instead!"

I reached down and popped her ass, hard. Her eyes half-closed and she
moaned... then she looked at me as if she hoped for more.

"Ash, I have an idea. Tuesday night is always Bunco night, right? Mom goes and
plays with the girls at Marjorie's house right after work. The boys practice
till about seven or eight. And I get home at about six. But..."
She looked at me with great interest. I felt my cock twitch a little bit.

"Usually I work-from-home on Thursday's, but what if I change it to Tuesday

instead?"

She grinned ear-to-ear.

"Daddy! That's an amazing plan! I get home about 2:45 or so, oh my God!"

"Mmmmmm no you don't. This Tuesday, I think you're coming down with a stomach
ache, probably second period or so."

She laughed and playfully drummed my chest with her fists. She laughed more
and shook her head with excitement, sending her hair flying.

"And!" I said, trying to get her attention. "And! I'm going to see my Doc
tomorrow and get some of those blue pills so I'll be able to go all day long."

Suddenly, she got very serious.

"Daddy? Will you... spank me again?" She looked up at me with her big doe
eyes, pleading with me. She even did a little baby-talk for me, which turned
me on far more than it should have. "Pwease? Spank your bad widdow girl?"

"Well now," I started, buying some time while I tried to think of something
clever. I screwed up my face a little bit, then looked down my nose at her.
"You know, cutting class is definitely a serious offense, even if the reason
is valid."

"I need you," she whispered quietly. "I need you to spank me hard, Daddy. Long
and hard."

"You won't want to sit down at school Wednesday. Or Thursday. Maybe Friday,
too."

I looked at the clock, it was 11:30.

_Shit!_

We hurriedly cleaned up the bedroom, buried the bloody towels underneath the
trash, and Ash showered while I raced around cleaning up the garage. We barely
got done with the rest of the chores and lunch and were trying to look relaxed
and normal for when the wife got home. I sat on my usual spot on the couch and
had my work laptop out as if I was doing something.

Ash had just made a pitcher of iced-tea when I got a text from the wife: _Marj
and I going to a movie, okay? Home about six. The boys are going to coaches
house for a swim-bbq party. Love you both!_

I thought to myself, Five hours, she won't be home for five hours!

I read the text aloud to Ashley. She stopped stirring the tea, setting the
spoon down on the counter.

Wordlessly, she walked over and stood in front of me, the coffee table
separating us. She crossed her arms over her T-shirt and, grabbing the hem,
pulled it up and off herself. She unhooked her bra and set it in the coffee
table. In one fluid motion, she lowered her shorts and panties and stood
before me, stark naked.

"I have a confession, Daddy. I spilled some sugar while making the tea and...
well... I didn't clean it up."

With that, she stepped around the table as I set the laptop down. I watched
her as she crawled over my legs, and laid face down across my lap.

Her scent arose from between her legs, and her still-pink ass cheeks beckoned
me. She opened her legs a little and stuck her ass up in the air.

I raised my hand high, then brought it down swiftly and firmly. A loud Crack!
resounded throughout the room.

Ash let out a combination grunt/moan, then collected herself.

"One."

My left hand molested her breast, squeezing her roughly while my right hand
rubbed the cheek I just hit. My fingers slipped to her pussy, only to find
some new secretions beginning.

My cock stiffened, and I raised my hand again.

**********************

End of Chapter One

_Thank you for reading! I appreciate comments and votes. A negative vote
without a comment kind of sucks, though. I'd like to hear how I could improve.
Have a great day!_

As usual, a very special "thank you" to Melanieatplay for her editorial

skills. Thanks hon!

Sins of the Father Ch. 02

All Characters are eighteen 18 years of age or older.

*****

**Sunday Night**

"Honey?" my wife, Blaire, called out to me. "You coming to bed or staying
downstairs?"

"I'll be up in a few minutes, hon. Gotta do the Oreo thing with Ash."

The last season of Game Of Thrones was in full swing, and the Oreo cookie
company decided to issue a special batch of Oreos stamped with various
factions, and they were served in a very cool package. Of course, we had to
buy several packages. So after each episode, Ashley and I shared a glass of
milk and ate GOT Oreos while we dissected the latest episode.

Blaire, of course, fell asleep halfway through the major battle with the White
Walkers and didn't eat Oreos, and didn't participate in our post-show
analysis. One of our boys, Travis, was at a friend's house and Tommy was
upstairs fully entrenched in a _Fortnite_ session.

Ashley, being her usual little goofy self, waited until I was ready to dunk my
cookie into the milk to make her move, knocking the cookie out of my hand. It
fell on the counter and split in half.

"Do you have any idea of how much that will cost you? That's ten right there."

She just stuck her tongue out at me and giggled.

I was referring to yesterday morning when Ash and I broke all the barriers,
rules, norms, social mores, and acceptable forms of behavior. "Ten" meant ten
spanks on her behind. Yes, we had begun a sexual, spanking relationship.
Father-Daughter. Daddy-Baby Girl. Whatever you want to call it. Neither of us
seemed to have any remorse or misgivings (well, okay I had some, but it didn't
seem to be stopping me). At the same time, we both knew it was exceedingly
important not to get caught.

"So then... I'm up to how much?"

"Let's see. You didn't make your bed. Then... I had to remind you to feed the
dog. You bet me ten on that "I can make this shot" but you didn't. Then it was
double or nothing and you missed that, also. That's fifty, by my count."

I finally got my cookie dunked and ate it rather smugly, if one can actually
eat a cookie in a smug-like fashion.

Ashley dunked her cookie, held it for the requisite ten seconds to get full
absorption, then placed just the tip of it on her tongue. Milk dripped from
her fingers and landed on her black T-shirt. It shone white for a moment, then
her shirt turned dark on her breast.

She whispered to me, "I got milk on my boobies, Daddy."

"That's another ten, sweetheart."

I was about to offer her a way out of those last ten when I heard a squeak on
the stairs. I immediately launched into GOT talk.

"But sending the Dothraki headlong against the entire army was idiotic! I mean
they got wiped out in mere seconds... oh hey honey! What's up?"

"Forgot my water," Blaire answered as she entered the kitchen. I helped her
get her ice water.

"Can you clean this up, Ash?"

She gave me the finger, surreptitiously, then sucked on it for me.

"Goodnight, oh loving parents of mine!"

She and Blaire hugged, then I hugged her and pinched her ass hard.

"Night, night, sweetie."

Ash made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, then stuck her other
forefinger through the circle, imitating a cock and pussy fucking. I glared at
her, then winked, and went upstairs with my wife.

We settled in the bed; she scanned her Instagram for cute dogs while I tried
to read some of my work emails. Almost immediately, though, Ashley started
texting me. And she got straight to the point.

_Daddy, I keep thinking about your cock in my mouth_

I turned my phone slightly so the wife couldn't see my screen, and texted her
back.

_That's another ten for talking dirty to your father_

She sent back a smiley face and wrote: _I want to Suck your cock suck your
cock suck your cock_

I about choked on my own spit.

The wife looked over and asked, "Who are you texting?"

"George from work. He can't seem to be able to read sometimes. I already sent
him the proposals for the Initech project. I guess that's why he's in charge,
he doesn't have to actually do any work."

She leaned over and kissed me.

"Good night dear, have fun with George."

Blaire wasn't being mean, this happened a lot. My job required lots of odd-
hours phone calls and texts. I got back to texting Ashley.

_Had to kiss mom goodnight now where were we oh yeah you were sucking my
cock_

She went quiet for a few moments, then hit me with a surprise.

_You should fuck Mom._

Wow, talk about out of the blue. That was a strange request from my new lover.

_Okay, sure_

Immediately she texted back.

Ash: _I mean now. Right now. I want to hear that headboard hit the wall_

Me: _Seriously? It's been like three months_

Ash: _I'm dead serious._

Me: _I'd rather fuck you, punkins_

Ash: _Dad. do it OR ELSE_

I pondered my predicament. I was actually horny, I hadn't thought of much else

except sex for the last thirty-six hours or however long since Ashley and I...

_Fucked. You fucked your daughter, shithead. She's right, you better fuck
your wife or you might go so far down that rabbit-hole you won't be able to
get out._

I hate when I talk to myself, and when I make sense, too. I typed back to
Ashley.

Me: _Okay, but there better not be any jealousy shit from you later._

She just texted back a bunch of smilies, some with the tongue sticking out.

Well now... How do I go about seducing my wife? We have been in a weird place
lately. She's got her back turned to me, and I can even see her bra strap
under her shirt in the low light. Who wears a bra to bed? My wife, that's who.
I guess I'll go with the old tried and true method.

I moved up behind her, spooning her, and leaned over to kiss her exposed neck.

"Cut it out," she whispered. "We've got work in the morning."

I kissed higher up her neck, towards her ear, and whispered into it.

"What if I die in my sleep? Are those the last words you want to have said to
me?"

Her shoulders jumped slightly, then she reached over and slapped my thigh with
her hand. I knew that little shoulder jump was a stifled giggle. I was in.

I slid my hand up under her shirt as I kissed along her jawline. My hand found
and cupped her bra-covered breast, the tips of my fingers finding some flesh.

"What's the bra for?" I asked.

"It's for you to take off seductively, dummy."

Gulp. Well my mother did tell me more than a few times that I was legally
dense. Not stupid, just dense.

My hand circled around to her back and I leaned away a little, giving myself
room.

"So you're saying that if I undo this hook... (sprong)... and this one...
(sprong)..."

My hand went back around front and easily slid under her bra, cupping her bare
breast, feeling her nipple rise under my learned touch.

"That's all it takes to get you going again?"

"Well, that. And you also better start telling me how beautiful I am, how sexy
I am, how lucky you are-"

I rolled her over onto her back and kissed her deeply, lovingly, the way we
used to kiss. I laid it on heavily, the seducing, the talking, everything. It
was... nice. Wonderful, even. I didn't realize how much I'd missed her.

Eventually, the headboard bumped a few times against the wall. Then it bumped
repeatedly, and Blaire even called out my name a few times as we orgasmed
together. We kissed softly and held each other. I spied the phone on my
nightstand buzzing once, but I knew better than to look at it right at this
moment.
"George can wait, can't he, Jeremy?"

Yes, I guess Ashley will have to wait.

\- - - -

I awoke a few hours later to go to the bathroom, and I checked my phone; just
one message from Ashley.

_Stud! And that's 25 points taken off the hit list for me because I'm so
awesome. Talk soon._

****

Tuesday, 9:14 am

"Mr. Steele? Yes, we've got your daughter, Ashley, here at the nurse's
station. She says she feels like throwing up."

I was already in the car, impatiently waiting for the call. When I got to the
school, she was out front, leaning against the nurse.

"Drive carefully, Mr. Steele. She looks like she's going to blow any second."

When the doors shut and we were out of sight, we both burst out laughing.

"How the fuck did you get your face to be green?"

"Alyssa is in the Drama Club. We did a little make-up between classes. It

looks pretty convincing, right? Not too much?"

I didn't respond. She said Alyssa helped her, and I got very nervous with what
she had said to her as to why Ash needed to fake a sick day.

"Dad? Daddy?"

"Did you... _tell_ Alyssa?"

"Daddy I... she's like, totally my best friend! I lost my virginity, I had to
tell her."

A car honked at me. Apparently, the light had turned green a while ago and I
hadn't noticed. I started off slowly, he passed me and gave me a longer honk
and the finger, too. I pulled into the parking lot of a mini-mall; I couldn't
drive right now.

"Ash, people can't know this. It, it could wreck us both."

"It's just Alyssa, we are the absolute best friends ever!"

"Honey, I know. But friendship isn't eternal. She could get mad at you
tomorrow for something and spill the beans! Even if you deny it, just the mere
suggestion of this could ruin our lives, forever."

"Daddy, I'm so sorry. But we've known each other since forever. I know things
about her that would make your head spin. Neither of us would never, ever tell
our secrets. Daddy, we are... me and Alyssa... we are lovers, too."
I sighed heavily. I didn't know they were that close of friends.

"Yeah, and when you fall in love with someone else and leave her stranded, she
will tell everyone your secrets to get back at you."

"No Daddy. She won't... you see... we aren't like you. We are 'poly'."

_Polly. Who or what the fuck is Polly?_

"What the fuck does that mean." I roared.

"Polyamorous. It means we can love more than one person at a time, and it's
okay. It's fine."

"That's just some ridiculous hippie shit. You have no idea what you're
talking-"

"Daddy, come on. Do you love Mom?"

"Of course I do!"

"And do you love me?"

"Yes honey you know that but... but that's... different... or maybe not...
stop smirking at me! Okay young lady you just got ten more!"

_I'm beginning to not like how she keeps outsmarting me with stuff.
Polyamorous. I guess that's a thing. Holy shit what am I getting into?_

"Okay, but Ash. Seriously. If anyone found out, we are ruined. I might get
imprisoned. At the very least we would be splashed all over the news."

"Dad, nobody watches the news anymore."

"They would watch this, I can fucking guarantee that."

Ashley sat in her seat, lost in thought as we finished the drive home. The
mood had shifted because of me and my concerns. But they were valid concerns
and I needed her to know that, to understand the implications. Or... maybe I
was just scared of what I'd done, and what I was going to do with her for the
rest of the day.

The car stopped in the driveway, and I placed my hand on her leg.

"Ash, how about this. You go get your face cleaned up from that green stuff,
freshen up a bit." She smiled. "And then come talk to me in my bedroom in
about fifteen or twenty minutes, okay? We'll straighten this out."

"Okay... should I like, wear anything... you know, special or what?"

"No, Ashley. You shouldn't wear anything at all."

She looked at me. Then we both started counting down.

"Three, two, one, go!"

We both scrambled out of the car and raced to get inside the house.

\- - - -
I ran through a few quick exercises to get the blood flowing; some jumping
jacks, push-ups, and a few curls. That only took a couple of minutes so I did
another set. I checked myself; just a slight bit of sweat on me.

_Good._

Then I went and got the red silk belt from my wife's kimono that she hadn't
worn in years. I grabbed my wife's fancy hairbrush, too. Blaire never used it,
she kept it out on her vanity just to look nice. It was part of a comb and
mirror set, all of them had a similar look of ivory with gold inlays. And for
the heck of it, I grabbed the mirror, too.

I pulled back the bed covers, got in bed sitting up against the pillows, and
pulled the sheet back over half my body. I waited.

Ash peeked her head around the door just a few minutes later.

"You ready, Daddy?"

"Come on in, sweetheart."

She came further around the door, her right breast became visible. She crept
around a little more, a shy look on her face, then she laughed and bolted for
my bed. I yanked the sheet back and she jumped in with me in full giggle mode.

I pulled the sheet back over as I rolled on top of her. We kissed hard and
full, like two long-lost lovers who've been separated for years. I could feel
her desire, her wanting in that kiss, and I know she could feel mine. I pulled
myself more on top of her: I wanted her to feel me, my presence, my manliness,
my... dominion over her.

"Daddy, I love you being on me like this. God you smell good!"

I climbed up her body, then dragged my semi-hard cock and balls over her face,
and continued to slide my body over her face on my way back down. Ashley
opened her mouth and tasted me as I went by.

"Are you, like, marking me? With your scent?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. I am. You are mine, Ashley. I want you to
understand that, feel it in your bones."

As my cock laid on her pussy, I could feel her dampness already.

I rose up and looked at her. Besides her stunning beauty, she had this dreamy
quality to her face.

_She's already drifting towards subspace?_

I had been doing my homework on the BDSM world. That's always been an
interesting area for me as far as watching videos and reading erotica, but I
didn't have any actual experience with it other than role plays on line. The
thought of having a daughter with submissive tendencies, though, was very
compelling. I needed to handle this right: I didn't want to damage her psyche.
Well, besides the damage that fucking her own father can cause...

"Ash, we've got a long time before anyone comes home. I've planned out some
activities for us which I hope you like—"
"Daddy, you just said it a minute ago. I am yours. To do with as you please."

I kissed her deeply before I continued.

"We will make love, we will fuck, I will spank you, I may do some... other
things to you also."

"Ooooh!" she cried out. "What other things?!"

"You'll see very soon. But first..."

I slid my hand down and cupped her sex. Of course, she was wet, so I slid my
finger inside her folds. She moaned softly.

"How's my girl down here?"

"The soreness is gone, Daddy. That feels soooo good."

She snuck me a text Sunday saying her pussy hurt. I imagine that's a normal
thing after getting deflowered. I was very glad she'd healed up. I needed her,
badly. She had rekindled the fire between my wife and I, but she'd also
created a roaring blaze of desire in me for her. I sensed I'd done the same
for her.

I kissed her as I slid a second finger up inside her vagina.

"Oh yes, my fingers go in so easily now. Here's a third for you... how about
that?"

"Mmmmmm perfect, Daddy. That feels awesome... mmm... what is that?!"

"That's your G-spot, Love. It's supposed to be feel good, yes?"

She arched her back in response, and bit her lip.

"I'm learning so much from you, Daddy. Oh gawddd," she moaned as I tickled her
clit at the same time as I pushed against her g-spot.

"Baby girl likes her daddy touching her naughty parts, don't you!"

She just gave me a moan which seemed to be in the affirmative. I bent down to
suckle her breast nearest me. Instantly, her nipple hardened in my mouth as I
sucked her in. She gasped as my fingers and mouth worked together to bring her
along very quickly.

"Daddy... you're going to make me... I'm going to..."

I felt her pussy walls contract on my fingers, followed by a heavier flow of

juice. Ashley squealed with delight and arched her back as her orgasm traveled
throughout her body.

She rolled into me, pulling my head off her breast so we could kiss; and we
kissed deeply as my hand remained partially inside my baby girl.

"Daddy, that was amazing!"

"Glad to be of service, my child," I teased her.

"What's next! Are you going to fuck me or will you—"

"Shhhhhhhh. Ashley. Do you remember ' Yellow' and 'Red'?"

Her face blushed a little bit, and she excitedly answered, "Yes Daddy, of
course I do. Are we going to—"

"Shush, little one. I'm in charge, and I will decide what, where, and when
things will happen. Do you understand?"

Solemnly, she nodded.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Are you mine, Ashley? All mine?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered. She arched her back, stretching her arms up above
her head. "I will do whatever you want me to."

"I want you to cum again, like you just did." I hadn't let go of her pussy
this entire time, and I began massaging her again.

"Mmmm, gladly... ouch... Daddy! Ouch!"

She tried to rise up and get away from my mouth which had not only latched
onto her breast as before, but also bit her nipple.

I released her from my grip.

"Oh! You want me to stop? Ash? Maybe just send you to your room for the rest
of the day. You wouldn't disappoint me like that, would you? And after what
you just said, too?"

She was conflicted, I could see it on her face. She was fighting it, her
carnal desires. Part of her wanted to be my total slut, but some small part of
her was rebelling and not giving in. I squeezed my right hand together, which
pushed my thumb down on her clit and my fingers up against her G-spot.

"Are you going to deny yourself this? Are you going to deny me, Ashley?"

She moaned as my fingers worked their magic. She gasped as I gently suckled
her nipple. Her arms fell around my neck, holding me to her breast as her
breathing began to come in shorter and shorter breaths.

_She's climbing again, come on baby girl make that climb... that's a girl...
I can feel you're almost getting there... you're so fucking wet... almost...
almost..._

Just as she held her breath, signaling her impending orgasm, I bit her nipple,
hard. Her hands grabbed my head and held me closer to her as she thrashed
around the bed, screaming to the heavens for God to help her. Help her with
what, she didn't specify.

Presently, I stopped moving my hand and mouth completely, just left them where
they were. She stopped screaming and fell silent... until I massaged her and
bit her nipple again. In just a few moments she orgasmed again. I kept her in
this state for about the next ten minutes, pretty much like a continuous
orgasm.
I finally relented and let her return to the planet. A light film of sweat had
formed on her within the last few minutes. Her hair splayed all over the
pillow and she looked wrecked. I kissed her and told her how beautiful she
was.

Her eyes fluttered open, as if she awoke from a dream.

"Daddy... what was that?"

Her sleepy voice sounded so sexy.

"Mmm, just a little something I picked up along the way. You like?"

"Of course I did! But..."

"But what, honey?"

She paused, trying to find either the words, or maybe the courage, I wasn't
sure.

"It was... weird. I mean it was so amazing but... you were hurting me but,
like... I don't know. I liked you hurting me, I guess."

She turned away from me, she seemed ashamed.

"Ashley, look at me."

She slowly turned her head towards me, but only reluctantly met my gaze.

"What you and I do is special. And it's okay as long as both of us are okay.
Are you okay with what we did? We can talk about it."

"I'm okay with it, I guess. But like, it just seems... weird, kinda-sorta."

_Wow, she wants to be an English professor and she uses "kinda sorta." Oh
well, there's still time._

"Ash, what's going on is what's called a power exchange. It's when the
submissive chooses to give power to her dominant. It's, it's very heady stuff,
honey. You are essentially surrendering to me."

She thought for a few moments.

"Yeah. I didn't know those words in that context, I guess, yeah. Like, that's
how I felt when you spanked me the other day, and just now. Like I surrendered
or something."

"And how did that make you feel?"

"It's, um... difficult... I never felt like that before. I felt... free, I
guess. Maybe that's not the right word. But I was free from worry, nothing
else mattered except being in that moment. Like even though you're hurting me,
you're also in charge and I'm okay with that. And the pain, it... it like,
makes my orgasm stronger? I want that. I want more of that. How is it for
you?"

I thought for a few moments, too. I didn't know if I could express myself,
either.
"I, I feel incredibly close to you when we... when you give yourself to me.
And when I spank you or... hurt you... I am so conflicted with guilt, and so
amazingly turned on by you, and so connected to you, it's almost
overwhelming."

She giggled. "It's really cool, isn't it?"

"Yes," I laughed with her. "Very fucking cool. And Look at how hard my cock is
for you. That's pretty cool too."

"Very fucking cool," she said, reaching down and lightly stroked my rigid cock
with her fingernails, sending lighting bolts to my brain.

"Does he want to fuck me, Daddy?"

"Pull your legs up honey... God, you're so flexible, Your knees are against
your breasts! See how open you are for me?"

She nodded and smiled as I climbed up on her. My cock easily found her pussy
in just a few seconds. Ashley's pussy oozed with desire and I pushed my cock
forward into her body.

"Ohhhhh Daddy," she whispered as I filled her vagina with my cock.

I whispered back to my girl.

"Lock your ankles around my back... yesssss. Feel how deep in you I am?"

Our lips met in a soulful kiss as our bodies joined in blissful togetherness.
Pushing into her, I felt like I was trying to nail her to the mattress with my
cock. I just... had to get... deeper... deeper inside...

"My Little Love," I inadvertently whispered as I moved in and out of her,

making love to my baby. She arched her back, mashing her breasts into my
chest. God I loved that.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she moaned softly. "I love... your cock inside me... fuck."

Her hot, liquid-velvet pussy gripped my cock incredibly tight. I felt like...
like I'd never felt before. To have the love of this... young woman... and to
be joined with her so utterly completely... I'd never been on such an
emotional high as this is my entire—

"Fuck me harder, Daddy!" she moaned , breaking me out of my reverie. Hell yes
I will fuck you hard—

"Fuck me hard like you fucked Mommy!"

I froze, completely stunned and confused. _Mommy_ , Ashley had said. All of a
sudden, I couldn't wrap my head around what I was currently doing; cheating on
my wife and having sex with my own daughter.

"Why, why would you say that?"

"Daddy, what's wrong? Are you... what's happening?"

I was going soft, that's what was happening. The guilt came crashing down upon
me like a tidal wave. I couldn't... I just couldn't reconcile my behavior...
"Daddy? I thought you loved me?"

I rolled off Ashley, embarrassed and ashamed. She pulled the sheet over her
body, to hide herself. She was confused by my actions, and so was I.

"Daddy?" Ashley asked quietly. I couldn't look at her. "Talk to me?"

"Ashley, I..."

I couldn't. I couldn't face her. I suddenly felt like I ruined her life,
somehow. Like this would scar her forever.

She cried quietly next to me for a few moments. I... didn't respond.

"I fucking Hate you! You fucking asshole!" And she leaped out of the bed.

"Ashley wait a second," I began, weakly. But she stormed out and slammed the
door. She screamed as her loud footsteps thumped down the hallway, then she
slammed her bedroom door.

_Well there you go, genius. You fucked up her life by fucking her, now you've
basically rejected her. What's your plan now?_

I had no idea. The surreality increased with each passing moment and I felt I
was losing my grip.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe ten minutes or so. I heard her door
open, followed by her tromping down the stairs like a herd of elephants. Less
than a minute passed when she climbed back up the stairs just as loudly. My
bedroom door flew open, and there she stood, naked, and holding my Abbey Road
album.

This was no ordinary Beatles album. This was a limited-edition version with
half-speed mastering, master tape sourced, and stamped on heavy-duty
Supervinyl. I'm not making this up, this was a rare fucking thing.

"Ashley!" I warned, using my sternest voice. "Don't you even think about
this!"

"What's more important, Daddy? Me, or this record?"

I knew what she was doing. She was recreating a scene from her childhood,
where (I found out later) she broke a Beatles record of mine on purpose for
attention.

"Ashley, that's a silly question!"

She slid the album and the inner sleeve out of the cover, and threw the cover
off to the side.

_She kept the record in the special sleeve. She knew better than to touch the
vinyl with her bare hands._

"Then answer me," she demanded.

She deftly slid the album out of the protective sleeve, holding the record
carefully by the edges so as to not touch the grooved playing surfaces.

My heart began thumping in my chest, and I began thinking clearly again.

This is your little girl, the one you love the most in the world.

I leaped up and managed to yank the record from her grasp, grabbing the "Do
not touch" areas fully with both my hands. I backed away from her as she gave
me a stunned look.

"Daddy! I wasn't going to really break it! You saw I was holding it the
right—"

"Quiet!"

She immediately stopped talking.

"Ashley, I love you more than anything in the whole world. Yes, more than Mom.
And I would do anything to protect you. But..."

I walked over to our large bureau where we kept our folded clothes.

"You have made it abundantly clear, beyond a shadow of a doubt..."

I held the record, improperly, in one hand, and raised it over my head.

"That you want me, your father..."

I slammed the rare, expensive record down on the edge of the polished cherry
bureau, shattering it into several large pieces and a few smaller ones.

Ashley screamed in shock at my ridiculous display of... whatever this was.

"To fuck you. So I will. After this."

I went over to the nightstand and pulled out the red silk kimono belt I found
earlier. I guided my daughter to the foot of my matrimonial bed, so that her
back was to the tall post. I told her to raise her hands over her head, which
she did without hesitation.

I tied her hands to the post, above her head. My daughter stood there naked,
trembling, her chest rising and falling with her deep breaths.

"Open your legs a little bit, honey," I whispered softly.

She stepped a little to each side, allowing my hand to comfortably cup her
sex. I leaned down to kiss her as my fingers gently rubbed her.

"You're wet again," I whispered as I pulled away.

"I never," she swallowed, then continued. "I never went dry, Daddy."

I smiled and kissed her again, gently, sensually. I felt my cock harden up
again as my fingers penetrated her pussy, and I rubbed my erection against her
tummy.

"Daddy, oh God..." she moaned into me. "Why did you break your record?"

"You are much more important than any record, Ash. I just wanted you to know
that." I wiped away a little tear from her right eye. "I'm guessing you still
want a spanking today?"
"Yes Daddy. But, this is kinda different, and a little scary."

"Do you trust me? Because I've got you, and I want to give you what you need.
And you know I need this, too."

"Yes... I trust you."

A look crossed her face, like she made an important decision.

"I'm not 'Yellow,' Daddy. Or 'Red'."

I smiled at my little girl.

"There are many different types of spankings, Ash. There's leaning on the
couch like we did Saturday. There's over-the-knee spanking, too."

"I loved that one!"

"We'll do more of that, don't worry."

Gently, I eased two fingers up and into her vagina. She groaned as my wet
fingers penetrated her.

"There's also different parts of your body that can be spanked, too."

"Different parts like... ohhhhhh shit... is that three fingers now? Wait..
different body parts?"

I moved my free hand to her breast and smiled.

"My, my boobs? You're going to spank my boobs?"

She groaned as I curled my fingers inside her pussy, and gave her breast a
light tap.

"Exactly."

"Oh my God, Daddy..."

I began with just some moderate slaps on her breasts. Each little slap caused
her to flinch a bit, but she held my gaze as I continued. I used both hands as
I faced her, slapping the sides of each breast in unison. I mentally counted
the strokes, and I stopped when I got to thirty.

"How you doing, punkins?"

"Good! It's... weird, though. My breasts feel very warm, like on the inside.
They don't really hurt, it feels, I don't know, interesting. Are, like, we
just getting warmed up?"

"Yes... we are just getting started, baby girl."

I smiled at her while I admired her form. She stood there, her hands tied to
the post, looking so helpless, and so sexy. She inhaled deeply and slowly
exhaled, as if trying to calm herself.

"Daddy? Do you like looking at me?"

"Honey, you're the most beautiful thing on this Earth."

"You're not just saying that? I want to be pretty for you... I want to look
sexy for you."

Her breasts rose and fell, and she turned a little to one side and lifted her
leg slightly, giving me a sexy pose. Of course, with her hands tied over her
head, her breasts stuck straight out. Her engorged nipples stood out proudly,
and I knew she was aching to find out what a real breast-beating was all
about.

I leaned into her and we kissed, softly... tenderly... and I wrapped my arms
around her tightly and lifted her off the ground. The tender kiss became
fervent, passionate as our lust grew together. She wrapped her legs around me,
and I helped situate her so she was fully resting on me.

Deep inside, I felt the beast rising. The beast that she'd awoken in me. The
beast that needed to feed off of our combined lust. Ashley must have felt this
on a subconscious level, because she suddenly bit my lip, hard.

I pulled away from her, and I swear the look on her face said _what are you
gonna do about it, old man?_

The beast had risen inside her, too. _She wanted this._

I set her feet back on the floor, rubbing my lips a little bit. Then, I gave
her a swift smack on her left breast, much harder than the little taps I gave
her earlier. She yelped in surprise at the stinging blow, but she looked me in
the eye, defiantly.

_Smack!_

I slapped her right breast, hard, causing her to cry out in earnest for the
first time. I have to admit at this point, I was really enjoying this. My wife
would never stand for this, she would just see it as some form of abuse. But
my Ashley, she wanted me to use her, she wanted to please me, she wanted to be
dominated.

I unleashed a one-handed barrage on her breasts, alternately striking each one

about every second and with increasing vigor.

Ashley moaned and screamed. She involuntarily twisted her body in an attempt
to escape the onslaught. Because her hands were tied securely above her head
to the bedpost, she couldn't get away or do much to reduce the impact.

I kept slapping her breasts, fast and hard, her one breast still jiggling from
its slap while I hit the other one.

_Glorious._

I stopped after about a minute, after giving her fifty or sixty strokes. I was
impressed with how she took her lashing, and I was also impressed at how hard
my fucking cock was.

"Ash, look at me... come on now, look at me."

Still grimacing from the pain, she slowly opened her eyes once she realized I
had stopped. Her eyes glassy, they were at the verge of dribbling tears. She
sniffed and cleared her throat.
"Daddy?" she asked in a voice just above a whisper. "Did I... am I doing
okay?"

I was so proud of her, I even got a little choked up.

_Just look at how red her breasts are, they're practically glowing._

"You're amazing, baby."

I went to her and kissed her hard on the mouth while also placing my hands on
her hot breasts. I gently rubbed and massaged them lovingly, knowing it would
make them feel better. Then, while still kissing her, I slid my right hand
down to cup her sex and found her pussy actually dripping onto the rug. My
fingers slid easily into her.

"Baby, I just love you so much!"

I hoisted her up again on me. Only this time, I picked up her little frame and
set her down on my upward-pointing cock.

I pushed into her a bit, her back against the bedpost, and entered my
daughter. She gasped as I penetrated her. I watched as her eyes rolled back
into the back of her head while I continued to drill deeper inside her vagina.
In just a few moments, I let her down until she was completely impaled on my
steel-hard shaft.

With her legs firmly wrapped around me and my left hand holding her up by her
ass, I reached up and undid her bound hands. Her arms fell around my neck and
she held onto me for dear life.

I'm sure the day's events were a bit overwhelming to her; the earlier multi-
orgasm session followed by some harsh pain, and now switching back to pure
love and pleasure was a lot for a young person to take in. While I held my
baby's ass in both hands with my cock deep inside her, Ashley buried her face
in my neck and let her emotions loose completely.

I held her lovingly, and whispered in her ear how much I loved her, and
continued to fuck her gently, yet firmly. Her body shook with sobs and her
tears drenched my neck. I couldn't think of anything else to do except help
her grind her pussy on me as we fucked.

I somehow held her in just the right way. In less than a minute, her sobs
turned to moans. She leaned back so we could see each other's faces.

My adorable little girl looked at me with her tear-streaked face and runny
nose, and her bright green doe-eyes were filled with love.

"Daddy... Daddy... I'm going to... cum oh my fucking God."

Her body convulsed as her orgasm swept through her. I felt the contractions on
my cock as she came hard.

I carefully carried Ashley around the end of the bed, and then sat down on the
edge with my cock still in her. I moved her onto her back so I could fuck my
baby, Daddy-style.

I know her clit was sensitive from her climax moments ago, and that direct
contact can even be somewhat painful at this stage... but I dismissed that and
plowed into her with all I had. I pulled almost all the way out, and then
thrust hard and deep into her wet pussy, pounding her like a cheap whore. We
both grunted, screamed, and cried out while I rutted in her like a wild
fucking animal.

Time ceased to exist. It was just the two of us locked together as close as
two people can possibly be, riding this wave of emotion to the top. It wasn't
just the pleasure, the emotional ties between us just grew stronger and
stronger with each stroke, with each touch, with each kiss.

I felt it building fast inside me, and I fucked Ash with extra intensity. She
sensed my sudden urgency and spoke, between her labored breath.

"Cum, Daddy... cum inside your girl."

With a final thrust, I fired all my sperm deep inside my little girl's pussy.
Ashley orgasmed after just my second or third squirt, too, her contractions
milking my cock of its cum.

"Fill me... fill me with your sperm, Daddy."

We went limp as our lust faded, satiated for the moment. I began to grow
conscious again and I realized how hard I had been smashing Ashley into the
bed. Still on top of her, I started to roll off her.

"No!" she exclaimed, grabbing me and holding me right where I was. "Stay right
here, Daddy. Protect me."

I rose up a bit on my elbows so I could look at her, my little lover.

"Ash, honey. How are you? You doing okay?"

"Just don't let go of me, Daddy."

I reached over to grab my phone and check the time; we still had over six
hours until anyone was expected home. Quickly, I set the timer for two hours
so we could take a nap if we wanted.

Then, I worked my hands back under my baby's ass so I could hold her tightly.
My fingers found a veritable cum-flood between her legs. Pushing my right hand
a little more, I could get my middle finger right on her wet asshole. I slowly
rubbed her hot little hole, circling it with my finger as we kissed.

Several minutes later, after we had mostly recovered from our ordeal, I asked
her if she wanted to roll over. I knew my 190 pounds was a lot for her little
buck-ten body and I didn't want to crush her. We rolled over a quarter-turn so
we faced each other, still clinging tight with our arms and legs still tangled
together. Our foreheads touched, the crowning touch of our tight embrace.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, my little love."

"Will you always love me?"

"Of course I will!" I reassured her. "Forever and always."

"Even if I got pregnant?"

My jaw dropped open.

"Aren't you on the pill?"

She giggled.

"Yes I am, but... maybe I shouldn't say anything."

"Ashley, punkins. Please. Let's be honest with each other, alright? Tell me.
It's okay."

"Okay. Well... the thought of that really gets to me when we, like, you
know..."

"Fuck?"

"Yes!" She giggled. "When we fuck, I imagine you putting a baby inside me. But
I wait until you're ready to cum. Then I say to myself _give me your baby
Daddy_ , and I cum instantly"

I kissed her tenderly, stroking her cheek.

"That's a lovely thought, Ash, and a very sexy one, too. But, let's not do —"

"Daddy! Of course not! It's just a fantasy, I know I've got too much going on
to have a baby. Plus there's lots of like, risks and stuff."

I smiled at her, my little baby girl. It was a sexy thought, sure enough...
_No! Don't even go there!_

"Daddy? Can we like, spoon or whatever?"

"Of course!"

I helped her roll over and she scooted back up to me. At only about 5'3", she
fit perfectly into my 6'1" spoon I created for her.

She sighed as my arm came down across her body, my hand cupping her breast.
She held onto my arm with both her hands, squeezing back up against me.

"Oh, I could get used to this! God, you feel good Daddy... mmmmm"

I gently kissed her neck, nuzzling her hair and giving her reassuring little
squeezes every now and then. Within minutes, her pulse slowed and her
breathing evened out, and she fell asleep in my arms.

_My little love._

\- - -

The alarm buzzed and I jerked awake. Startled, I disentangled myself from Ash
and ran to the window to check the driveway.

_Phew! No cars. Nobody home except us._

I slid back in bed with Ashley, she kissed me passionately as we fell into a
firm embrace. Her warm body on me began to produce the usual result.

"Daddy, you're hard again!"

"I can't keep it down around you, punkins."

I rolled on top of her, tongue kissing her. I grabbed my hard cock and placed
it at her opening. Not surprisingly, I found her somewhat wet. I pushed in
slightly and I felt her open up to me. New juices seem to arrive by the
second, helping me get inside my daughter's pussy.

"Oh... God... you fill me up, like, so good."

I made love to her, real love. We slipped into a quiet, gentle rhythm which
was a contrast from the earlier activities of the day. Her legs wrapped around
my waist as she fully opened up to me.

"Give me that love-cock."

I smiled at her. "Love-cock? I like that."

"That's what it feels like now. Not angry, just loving."

I gave her my love-cock slow and steady, yet still powerful. She had already
surrendered to me, but I wanted to... cement those feelings inside her mind. I
wanted her to know I was always here for her, would always love her, would
always protect her.

I told her all those things, quietly whispering in her ear as I sped up the
rhythm. She came as we kissed. She got tears in her eyes, which made me get
teary, also.

I came deep inside Ashley, whispering to her as I did.

"Here's Daddy's cum. Feel me squirting inside you? Feel my sperm traveling up
inside you, looking, hunting, trying to impregnate you."

She came again, crying out loud this time. I held her close to me and kissed
her tears.

****

Wednesday Night

"Honey?" asked Blair, my wife. "Did you see this email from the school?"

Oh shit! Not another incident!

"Um... what email?"

"They're having a Father-Daughter benefit dinner and dance next Friday night.
Ashley didn't tell you?"

Relieved that Ashley hadn't been caught in another compromising position, I

answered her.

"No, must've slipped her mind."

"She's probably afraid to ask you. There's a bit of a... situation, shall we
say."

"What do you mean? What kind of situation? Blair, are you telling me she's not
my daughter?"
She rolled her eyes and hit me with her potholder.

"Are you ever not acting like an idiot?"

"I wasn't too idiotic last Sunday night, was I?"

I stood up and went to her, embracing my wife, and rubbed my cock on her a
little.

"No, umm, you weren't... what... what's the problem again?"

I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her close.

"I don't know, you were telling me some terrible news about the dance."

"Oh, right! Well um, Alyssa, you know. Her father has been such a shit to
their whole family these last three years."

_Uh oh, I see where she is going with this._

"And she's Ashleys best friend, of course. You know how close they are.
Jeremy, she kind of thinks of you as her father now."

_Gulp._

"She's coming for dinner tonight, Ashley is going to ask you then. I just
wanted you to be prepared."

I guess I had a blank look on my face, but my mind was racing at light speed.

"Jeremy? If you take her, I'll make it up to you."

She reached down and fondled my package.

"I'll suck you dry when the boys and I get home Sunday from the tournament in
Springfield."

Tournament that weekend? Sounds like a sleepover will be in effect. Could

be... interesting...

"Yeah, of course. What kind of father would I be if I didn't give my daughter

what she needed?"

= = = =

_Continued in chapter three._

As always, a very special thank you to Melanieatplay for her editing

assistance.

Sins of the Father Ch. 03

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*****

**Friday: Ten Days later**

Ten days... _ten days!_

That's a long time to be away from your new lover. What made it worse was that
my new lover was so close by, so very close. The only thing that stood between
us was my wife. And my two sons. And the civilized world, too.

_If I could just hang on a few more hours._

Last Tuesday was supposed to be our day, we were both counting on it. But I
had an issue at work that had to be attended to, and Ashley and I missed our
window of opportunity.

Fortunately, we had other plans. Tonight was the annual Father/Daughter

Benefit at Ashley's school and I had not one, but two daughters going with me.
Alyssa wasn't technically my daughter, but the school didn't mind as more
attendees meant more donations.

I was terrified when I first found out that Ashley had told her friend Alyssa
about our goings-on. A father and daughter romance is not something you want
made public. The repercussions would be... well, too terrible to contemplate.
But Ashley assured me that she and Alyssa were beyond tight and nothing would
ever be said, no matter what.

My wife had the boys ready and packed for their weekend baseball tournament.
She'd promised me a blow-job complete with swallowing if I took Alyssa to the
father/daughter thing. Little did she know that she didn't have to 'pay' me to
do that! Ashley told me how Alyssa was gearing up for the event, and the
subsequent sleepover.

I kissed Blaire good-bye and told the boys I loved them and to keep me up to
date with their games. And that was that.

Now, what does the well-dressed dad wear to this kind of event? Ashley said no
to a suit and tie. She wanted me to look good, though, so we settled on dress
shoes, khaki pants, and a nice untucked long sleeve shirt. Topping it off with
a cardigan, I kind of looked like a hipster, a mid-40s hipster. Oh well, I
thought. She likes it.

"You know what," I started as Ashley put the finishing touches on her lip
gloss. "We could just skip the whole thing and do some... stuff."

"Calm down, old man," she teased. "We can't skip this, I'm on the planning
committee. Besides, Alyssa is really excited but really nervous. This will
give her a chance to warm up to you." She puckered her shiny lips a couple of
times.

"Cherry?" I asked.

"Strawberry. I know you don't like cherry, Daddy-O."

Her phone buzzed and she checked it.

"Will you let Alyssa in? Her mom's dropping her off."

I headed downstairs, feeling funny. I was going to have to talk to her mom.
Jennifer and I had talked at least a thousand times over the years as the kids
grew up. But now I felt like a naughty boy who's trying to hide his dirty
thoughts from the parent.

"Hey you guys!" I said as I opened the door. "Come on in! Ashley's upstairs,
of course."

Alyssa was just in school clothes as she gave me a quick little wink and a
semi-hug, then she dashed up the stairs to get dressed. Jennifer gave me a hug
that lasted a couple seconds too long.

"I'm just... so grateful you could take her to this. Darryl has been such an
asshole these last few years. She needs... she needs a father sometimes. Men
have a certain way of dealing with problems... hey where's Blaire, is she
upstairs too?"

"She took the A-Team to Springfield for the weekend. She'll be back late
Sunday."

She gave me a flirty little grin.

"Oh really now. Well, damn. Almost makes me wish I wasn't going with the girls
to the spa! You gonna be okay with these two?"

I assured her we'd be fine as they had plans and I had a lot of work to do. No
worries, babe.

She made another innuendo about her and I, but I made some comment how being
married has really put a damper on my dating life. She laughed and said
goodbye after another too-long hug.

_Try not to eat your sorrows, babe. If you dropped 30-40 pounds, things might
improve for you._

I brushed my teeth and waited impatiently for my girls. I tried watching some
historical videos on YouTube, but nothing seemed to hold my attention. I kept
hearing the girls giggling upstairs, which didn't help. I checked out online
pics of father-daughter dances and then made a snap decision: I wasn't going
to wear this hipster shit. I'm going to dress like a fucking man should dress.

The girls finally made their grand entrance, parading down the stairs. Their
matching Michael Kors party dresses made them look like sisters. I was so
relieved about the dresses because most of the time they wore these skimpy
little whore-looking dresses that would be inappropriate for Dads. But these
were just adorable, catching the part girl/part grown-up vibe perfectly.

Then, they gushed over my simple black Ralph Lauren suit. I worked out pretty
religiously and was able to fit into the slim-fit styles. With my hair slicked
and styled, silver tie and pocket square, I didn't look too bad for a middle-
aged-father-type, if I do say so myself.

The girls posed and I took three thousand snaps of them. Then, I posed with
Alyssa in several different shots, but I made sure they looked completely
chaste and innocent. I did the same thing with Ashley but a problem developed.
Alyssa wore a bra because she had to, they were just too big. But Ashley was
braless, and her girls kept bumping into me. I got a full-on erection.
A few shots later, Alyssa said, "Guys, I can't take any more pictures. Look."

She held the camera for us and you could clearly see the bulge in my pants.
Also completely apparent was the way we were looking at each other. Yeah,
these wouldn't do at all.

"Maybe..." Alyssa began. "Maybe you guys should just go. I don't want to be a
third wheel. I can, like, watch Netflix or something..."

Ashley looked at me pleadingly. _Do something, Dad._

Yeah, I needed to do something and do it fast. She was obviously uncomfortable

with me and didn't know how she was going to fit in with Ash and I. I walked
to her and put my hands on her shoulders.

"Young lady. You are pretty much a member of our family already. But tonight,
I want you to be my honorary daughter. I will treat you no differently than I
do my Ashley. You will be... _my Alyssa_. How does that sound?"

A shy smile crept across her face.

"Do I still have to call you Mr. Gussman?"

"Mmm, maybe just in front of the other parents. But now, when we are alone,
you can call me Jeremy."

"Oh," she said, dejected. "I thought I was going to be your honorary
daughter."

I looked at Ashley, her eyes glassy with emotion. She nodded her head
enthusiastically.

I pulled Alyssa a little closer to me.

"You could call me... Father?" I couldn't help but tease her. I'm the fun dad,
ya know?

She shook her head and made a face at me. I tried again.

"How about... Dad? No? Hmm... then it has to be _Daddy_."

She giggled and threw her arms around me. I hugged her tightly, my hands on
her back. She ground up against my hard cock, then looked up at me.

"Daddy?" she whispered up at me. "Will you, like, let me kiss you?"

"Of course, sweetie," I replied and I presented my cheek to her up-turned

face.

She planted her mouth on my cheek, but it wasn't a quick peck. I felt her wet
mouth linger on my cheek, then she traveled closer to my lips, until finally
she grabbed my chin and turned my head so I faced her directly. Her lips found
mine, and we kissed for only a few seconds when her tongue licked my lips. I
hesitated for a couple moments as I began to wonder what Ashley was thinking
about all of this. That didn't last long as Ashley came over and hugged us
both. I broke the kiss with Alyssa and turned to Ashley, she kissed me long
and hard. Then Ashley kissed Alyssa and... well I lost track after that but
there was lots of kissing between us.
Ashley's hand groped my rigid cock. "You should feel this, Lys."

I felt another hand on me, beginning to stroke me through my slacks.

"Hey, um... the uh, Father (cough) daughter dance... well... Blaire is
expecting pictures."

They both smiled at me. Ashley began, "Yeah, shit. I almost don't want to even
go now. But, we have to, right?"

We reluctantly separated and each began our touch-ups. I just needed to wipe
all the lip-gloss off my face and check my hair, then I was ready.

****

The Event

We arrived a little late, walking in and finding our seats just as they were
finishing up the, "thank you's." I was glad to see we weren't the anomaly,
several other dads had two girls with them also. The men at our table nodded
at me, and the girls all giggled and complemented each other.

As we settled in and watched the first of several student-talent acts, I felt

feet working up each of my legs. Those little minxes are going to get me in
trouble.

I should probably mention some of Alyssa's physical characteristics at this

point. Where my Ashley was very petite but with an impressive chest for her
small frame, Alyssa was more of the athletic type. Several inches taller than
Ash at about 5'9". She also had some thick thighs and an ass to go along with
it. But what most people noticed was her rather busty nature. I couldn't say
for sure, but I was guessing very full D cups which were quite impressive. Her
statuesque appearance starkly contrasted with Ashley's little pixie vibe, but
I found her immensely sexy. My Ash was the prettier of the two, her well-
defined features made people notice wherever she went. Alyssa was more girl-
next-door type, pretty but not quite model-quality like my daughter.

At the intermission, the other dads seemed very interested in me and my

situation; complimenting me on my daughter and her friend. I made sure to keep
the whole conversation on the up and up as I wanted no implications,
complications, or insinuations. I was pretty sure, though, that a couple other
daughters at the table were giving me the once-over. I mean, you know, most
dads hit thirty-five and the "schlub" factor starts increasing exponentially.
Whereas I worked out and took care of myself so that even though I'm past
forty, I looked better than most of the dads there. Plus, I had the suit on
and most of these dads wore outfits that seemed to magnify their dad-bods.

After some speeches about Grandma's House of Hope (a really great group doing
things for at-risk families), we finally got down to the dancing. The first
few songs were fast and danceable so both of my "daughters" danced with me. A
few other dads had both their girls with them so we didn't look out of the
ordinary. We had fun trying to keep it clean in spite of the suggestive looks
they both kept giving me.

The DJ then announced two slow dances were coming up to end the dance portion
of the evening. Alyssa sat down as Ashley stepped up to me, her arms
encircling my waist.
"Honey, we have to dance proper, okay? Put your right hand out to the side,
good girl." The lights lowered as the Amy Winehouse rendition of "To know him
is to love him" eased forth from the speakers. Such a beautiful song with
poignant lyrics, it made both Ash and I teary-eyed as we moved around the
floor. She also made sure to brush her breasts against me now and then,
smiling when that happened. By the end, my sizeable erection pressed into her
as we hugged and quickly kissed each other on the lips.

Fortunately, the lights stayed low as that song ended and Ashley departed,
soon to be replaced by Alyssa as "My Wish" by Rascal Flatts began playing.

However, as my dance with Ashley was fun and loving yet still proper, this
dance began with Alyssa clutching onto me tightly. Her shoulders jumped as she
sobbed into my shoulder. Still with my hard-on, I felt her unusually large
breasts crushing into me. My mind spun as I tried to reconcile my body's
reactions with what I should be doing; comforting this poor girl who's dad was
a shit-heal.

I shushed her and stroked her hair while we danced, and she calmed down a bit.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Nothing to be sorry about, Lys. I'm sorry about my, ummm..." I wiggled a bit
to show her I meant my cock.

"Mister... I mean, Daddy... I just don't know what to say. My Dad is like...
well, such an asshole. And you're so much not an asshole. Thank you for
bringing me here and... everything else you've done for me..."

She hugged me harder and I could hear her sniffling. I'm glad my Ash is so
observant, she saw this and came out on the floor immediately as the song
ended to escort her friend to the ladies room. With people's eyes on them,
nobody seemed to notice my tented slacks as I quickly made my way to our
table.

"Is she okay?" asked Jack, a nice guy with a cute daughter to my right. The
whole table looked at me.

"She's just very sad about her real father. He left a few years ago and has
been absent and out of touch. We thought this might be good for her: you know,
me stepping in and being a pseudo-dad. But now I'm not so sure."

The other fathers reassured me that I was doing an honorable thing. I wondered
what they would think in about forty-five minutes, if getting it on with her
was still honorable.

My phone buzzed.

"Oh," I announced to the table. "Well I guess our evening has come to an end.
Alyssa needs to go home, it seems."

I shook hands with the Dad's and promised to pass on the good wishes to Alyssa
from the girls. I found my dates and we walked out of the hallway and into the
parking lot with a daughter on each arm.

"You okay, Lys? Can I do anything?"

Her head leaning on my shoulder, she spoke in low tones.

"You can take me to your house and fuck me. I mean, after Ashley, of course.
But can you fuck me soon? Ashley promised me you would."

"She did? Well, I don't see a problem with that. But first, Ashley is going to
need a spanking for making promises that concern me without telling me."

I turned my head to see Ashley looking up at me. Her eyes sparkled in the pale
light of the parking lot.

\- - - - -

"My room. Ten minutes."

The girls scampered inside as I made my way to the bar. I poured myself a
couple fingers of Maker's Mark into a tumbler. I thought better of that and
poured another finger, drank about half of the glass, then went up to my room.

I got undressed and brushed my teeth. I thought about rinsing down with a
washcloth, but then I thought better of it.

_These girls need to know how a man smells._

I lit a couple candles and set the bed lights on low with the dimmer switch.
Sliding into the bed, the silky sheets felt great in my bare skin. I sipped my
whiskey and got some soft jazz on my phone and played it through the Bose
system. Because of the music and lights, there was a soft, romantic ambience
that permeated the room.

I have to admit, a few warning bells were clanging pretty loudly in my head. I
took another sip of the Maker's and tried to rationalize my behavior, maybe
quiet those bells. Alyssa was pretty much a grown-up, sort of. She could keep
a secret, I was sure. And as long as I had known her, she never seemed
vindictive in any way. Yeah, it was going to be okay... I hoped.

"Daddy? Are you ready?"

Too late to back out now.

"Yeah, come on in!"

The girls came in wearing Ashley's robes; Lys had on a way-too-small "My
Little Pony" robe from I don't know how long ago, and Ash wore her regular
Spiderman robe. They giggled as they showed off their stylish evening wear to
me, twirling each other and then curtseying to me. It was very cute and very
little-girl-like, a rather sharp contrast to what was coming.

With each hand, I patted the spaces beside me. They looked at each other, then
jumped on the bed and scampered up to me. As they moved the sheets around to
get under them, they both noticed my semi-hard cock just hanging out down
there. I put my arm around each of them as they snuggled up on me; Ash on my
right and Lys on my left. Both of them leaned into me, crushing their breasts
into my sides. The thin robes did almost nothing to protect their flesh from
mine; I went fully erect in just a few seconds.

"Did you girls enjoy the benefit tonight?"

"Yes, Daddy," they both said in unison. Then both said "Jinx!" again at the
same time and fell into hysterics.
After they settled down, I kissed each of their foreheads and told them how
proud I was to be there with the two best looking girls in the world. Ashley
turned and leaned up to kiss me, her left hand around my back and her right
holding my face. I sighed into her mouth as her soft, wet lips met mine in a
deep but tender kiss. Then another hand found my cock and lightly surrounded
it in a gentle grip.

I broke the kiss and leaned my head back with an audible "Ahhhhhhh". Ashley
put her hand partially on Alyssa's, I could feel both of them grip my
erection. Lys moved up and kissed me with her full lips and bigger mouth. Her
large breasts crushed into me while I pushed my tongue inside her hungry
mouth. I still had an arm around each of them, basically unable to touch
anything except their backs.

Ashley turned to kiss my cheek and then worked her mouth onto mine meeting
Lys. The feeling of kissing two mouths and two wet tongues began to overwhelm
all of us and we began giggling. Pulling apart, we tried to maintain but just
couldn't. Silly girls, I thought. But I was right there with them, laughing
and unable to keep a straight face.

"Alright you two," I said, in a mock-stern voice. "Time to get rid of those
silly robes. And I think somebody is in line for a spanking."

"That's me," volunteered Ashley as she pulled her robe off her petite body.
She then helped Lys with the knot on her belt as it was stuck somehow.
Finally, they got it undone and yanked Alyssa's robe off.

"Ta-da! Aren't they marvelous, Daddy?"

Ash seemed very proud of her friend's boobs, while Lys seemed a little self-
conscious. Ash got behind her and held Alyssa's breasts up for me to inspect.

"They're..." Lys began. "They're too big and fat, aren't they?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I tried to reassure her. "They're spectacular!"

And they were. Large, as I said before. But with the firmness of youth, they
stood out from her chest in such an impressive manner. Her large areolas
surrounded her hardening nipples which probably measured a full inch in
length. I leaned forward to kiss each of them, holding them with Ashley as I
smothered them with love and kisses.

"Be proud of these," I said after a minute or so. "Any guy that doesn't love
these isn't worthy of you."

"You really think so?"

I kissed her on the mouth again.

"Yes, honest to God."

"Mister... oh shit I keep doing that! Okay, Daddy, Lee-Lee said you, like,
spanked her boobs last week. Can you do that to me too?"

I surmised that Lee-Lee was her nickname for Ashley. I'm quick like that. I do
work for an aerospace company, so, perhaps with a little bit of truth-
stretching, I am a bit of a rocket scientist.

"Well let's see how this goes. Ashley needs her spanking first, then tell me
what you think. Ash, lay down across my lap... that's my good girl."

I sat up in the bed, leaning against the headboard. Ashley crawled over my
thighs and laid face down, centering her bubble butt over my right leg. She
mewled as she rested her head on her hands and looked at me.

"I've missed you, Daddy. We have, like, a lot of catching up to do."

"We certainly do, my little love."

I began spanking her lovely ass with just some moderate, borderline friendly
little slaps. My hand didn't even raise a foot off her skin, so these were
fast but light slaps. Ashley moaned as my hand traveled fully over one cheek
and then the other.

My cock, smashed up against Ashley's side, leaked pre-cum at a prodigious

rate. Ashley wiggled against it a few times, pushing out more fluid. Alyssa
just sat in a squatted position, taking it all in with a look of awe on her
face.

I spanked Ashley's ass for a full minute and then took a break. Her pale skin
was turning a lovely shade of light pink right before our eyes.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Lys. "It's... it's beautiful. Does it, like, hurt, Lee-
Lee!

"Mmmm... not really. It tingles and like, makes me feel all warm inside."

"Spread your legs, Ash. Show Alyssa how wet you are."

Alyssa leaned over to inspect Ashley's pussy as she opened her legs wide. We
both saw the lips of her vagina glisten with desire. I reached over with both
hands and spread Ashley's cheeks apart, further displaying her asshole but my
thumbs obscured the view of her wet petals.

"Alyssa," I said I'm a low voice. "Kiss her there."

"But I can't reach... I mean you're covering... you mean kiss her butt?"

Alyssa made a face and recoiled a few inches. I let go of my daughter's ass
and reached for Alyssa. Her large breasts dangled as she still leaned forward.
I grabbed her nipples roughly and twisted them a full three-hundred and sixty
degrees while pulling her breasts closer to me.

"We kiss ass in this house, Little One," I spoke in my low and slow voice, in
what I hoped was a menacing tone.

"There are punishments..." I said as I yanked on her twisted nipples. She

yelped and looked at my face with her big brown doe eyes, becoming slightly
glassy with the beginnings of tears.

"... And there are rewards." I leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. As
our open mouths worked gently together, I slowly relaxed my grip and let her
nipples return to their normal state. I gently massaged them as our tongues
found each other, swirling in ecstasy. She moaned in my mouth.

I pulled away and left her leaning forward in this semi-trance state.

_She's becoming mine_ , I thought.

"Lys?" I queried.

After a few seconds she said, "Huh? Oh... yeah. I mean, yes Daddy?"

"Get behind her."

I pulled open my daughter's cheeks again. Without the slightest hesitation,

Alyssa slid forward and dove in face-first to Ashley's ass. She licked
Ashley's asshole slowly at first. Then she picked up the pace and covered her
butt in saliva.

Boob man that I am, I held a breast from each of my girls as Alyssa now held
her friends ass open. Both girls moaned as erogenous zones were stimulated.

"Stiffen your tongue, push it inside her."

Lys obeyed me and slid her tongue inside my daughter's little brown asshole.
After just a minute or so, Ashley's moans noticeably increased and I could
tell she was beginning to climb.

"Alyssa, good girl. Now, back off a little bit... good."

Ashley whined as she was getting nothing for a moment, and then my hand hit.

_Smack!_

It was a hard hit from on high that landed squarely on her left cheek. Ashley
grunted as I lifted my hand above my head again and let her have it on her
right cheek.

_Smack!_

Alyssa's eyes practically bugged out of her head as she watched the spankings
from up close. Ash grunted again, then moaned in agony/ecstasy. I kept
spanking, hard on her bare ass.

_Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!_

Each slap resulted in louder grunts or cries and her ass turned a deep,
inviting rose color.

I encouraged Alyssa to examine Ashley.

"Feel her skin... see how warm it is? And look at her pussy, I'll bet it's
dripping."

"It is, Daddy. She's oozing juice."

"Don't touch her pussy, she's right on the edge. Tell you what, Lys. Go over
there to Blaire's makeup counter... yeah now look to the right. See that
hairbrush? Bring it over."

"Please Daddy," Ashley begged me.

"Please, what? Please stop spanking you? Please hit you harder? Please let you
cum?"

Ashley could only choke out one word at a time, it seemed. "Please... just...
please."

I... enjoyed her suffering and torment. What kind of sick fuck enjoys the
suffering of others? Apparently, the kind that spanks his daughter.

Lys handed me my wife's gold-handled hairbrush. It was mostly for decoration,

but it was perfect for this; long and wide, the gilded metal brush had a
perfectly flat back to it and a well-formed handle. I raised my hand up over
my head again, and I brought the pain, swift and true.

_SMACK!_

Ashley shrieked into her pillow as the hairbrush quickly caused a welt to
appear on her right ass cheek.

"This has some kick to it," I teased. "Doesn't it, Ash?"

_SMACK!_

Ashley screamed, then trembled and shook as her orgasm finally got the best of
her.

"Jesus Christ," whispered Lys.

I targeted a couple inches higher on her cheeks, and let fly two more swats in
rapid succession.

_SMACK! SMACK!_

Tears poured down her face as she cried and screamed... and continued to
orgasm.

_SMACK! SMACK_! Again just a little higher. Her first welts began to show
some serious color as the bruising had begun. I continued spanking her with
the hairbrush, hard strokes, on both cheeks and on her center where the blows
concentrated on her vagina. Ashley just moaned and cried, her breathing ragged
as she could barely keep up with her orgasms which continued to wrack her
little frame.

I looked over at Alyssa who was watching me spanking my daughter intently. Her
right hand rubbed her own pussy furiously while she rested her left on one of
Ashley's legs, ostensibly providing some comfort. She looked up at me when she
noticed me looking at her, and she smiled. I smiled back and mouthed "You're
next," to which she grinned and nodded her head vigorously.

I finally stopped the spanking at about this point, I figured she would
already have trouble sitting down the next few days. Besides, she was full-on
crying... which... turned me on immensely...

"Ash, babygirl. I think twenty-five is enough. Come up here and kiss me,
love."

She quickly turned and climbed up on me as I sat on the bed. I held my cock
straight up so she could just slide down on me, which she did, impaling
herself.

I held her as she sobbed on my shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around my
neck. I kissed her neck and side of her head as the tears flowed. Lys came up
and hugged her from the back and side, her breasts crushed into my arm.
"It's okay, honey," I whispered. "Let it all out... yes baby... I know... I've
got you now... shhhh... just feel my love inside you, you know I love you more
than anything."

Her crying relented over the next couple minutes. Alyssa went and got a
handful of tissues so Ash could properly blow her nose and wipe her face.

Ash looked at me after throwing the tissues off the side of the bed.

"Thank you, Daddy. I have, like never, ever cum like that!"

She wrapped her legs around me, allowing my cock to drive deeper into her
pussy and her clit to grind on me. Having had such a strong orgasm before, her
clit was still super-sensitive. She tried to kiss me, but her constant moaning
precluded any real kissing as she couldn't form her lips properly.

Lys reached around and cupped Ashley's breasts in her hands. Ashley released
her grip on me and fell back slightly into Alyssa's clutches, still on my
cock, though. I pumped up and down into Ash as Alyssa tugged and twisted her
nipples.

"Daddy... oh fuck... I'm cumming again... Daddy... yesssss..."

I felt her orgasmic contractions on my cock as she came for the umpteenth
time. My cock was as stiff as a crowbar and I wasn't done yet. Ashley slumped
down and Alyssa's quick reaction time allowed her to grab her firmly and let
her down onto the bed slowly, my cock reluctantly sliding out.

"Mister, oh shit, I did it again! Okay, Daddy, Ashley looks pretty used up for
now. And I'm... like... ummm... can you do stuff to me now?"

"You sure want all that?" I asked her, referring to the spanking.

She smiled at me for a moment, then she turned around on all fours, and
crawled on top of Ashley, kissing her as she lay flat on her back. Alyssa's
ass stuck up invitingly, very invitingly.

"Ash?" Alyssa asked quietly. "Is it okay for your dad to, like, fuck me and
stuff?"

Ashley broke the kiss, then turned her head to look at me. Alyssa lay her ass
against Ashley's and they both looked at me, cheek-to-cheek.

"Daddy," whispered Ash. "I want you to show Lys, like, how it is. Will you,
please Daddy?"

"Please, _Daddy_?" added Alyssa. "Spank me and make me cum like you did
Ashley."

Having one sexual daughter was amazing. Having her friend call me Daddy and
want the same things, well my head nearly spun all the way around.

I laid down on my side next to them so my cock pointed at both their faces. I
pushed my cock into Alyssa's hot mouth first. She accepted my hardness with
gusto. Unlike my daughter, Lys had several partners before me; she could take
my cock nice and deep. I alternated fucking each of their mouths, pushing in
until one gagged and then going into the other mouth. Two hot and receptive
mouths... I considered cumming on both their faces for a moment, but I nixed
that idea in favor of breaking in my new girl. I pulled away from them despite
their protests.

"Alyssa, do a one-eighty. Yeah, face down by Ashley's pussy, but stick your
ass up in the air. I want Ashley to see this up close."

Alyssa stuck her naked ass up high for me. Her pussy glistened with desire,
and she rapidly contracted and relaxed her pussy muscles which seemed to make
her asshole wink at me.

I reached out to her, both my hands on this forbidden flesh, this soft ass of
my daughter's teen-aged friend. Alyssa moaned as my hands kneaded her meaty
ass, and she giggled when my fingers would brush over her wet pussy or
asshole.

I used my left hand to touch her pussy lips, and dragged some of her juice up
to her hot little backdoor. Just as she giggled and purred from that
sensation, I lifted my right hand high, and let it fly.

_Swat!_

"Oh shit!" Lys hollered. But I didn't give her any time to adjust to this new
sensation.

_Swat!_

"Ow! Fuck!"

_Swat... Swat Swat Swat Swat!_

My hand traveled all over her ample ass, swatting her up and down, left and
right, and right in the middle, too. Right there where much of the jolt went
straight to her pussy.

_Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat!_

Ashley clamped her legs around Alyssa's head, pinning Lys down to Ashley's
pussy. This served to reduce the volume of Alyssa's screams as her face was
now mostly in Ashley's wet sex.

Ashley smiled up at me from underneath Alyssa.

"Daddy, spank her more."

I laid down a fury of blows to Alyssa's ass, the pink skin turning darker red
as I watched. Her screams turned to sobs... jackpot.

I pushed two fingers hard up inside her vagina and twisted my hand a little so
my thumb rubbed on her clit. After just a few hand thrusts, Alyssa's body
stiffened and convulsed as an intense orgasm overtook her. The room was filled
with her screams, followed by long, low, deep moans. Secretions dripped out of
her wet sex and into my daughter's waiting mouth.

Alyssa would have rolled off of Ashley completely except Ash held her legs
tight keeping her in the ass-up position. It was so inviting, seeing Alyssa's
ripe, red bottom sticking up in the air with her wet lips dripping spiderwebs
of goo. I crawled up behind her, finding a place for knees amidst all the
other body parts. I positioned my cock at her wet entrance. And I pushed.
Alyssa rose up on her hands as I penetrated her fully. Her tight pussy was
super-lubricated and was no match for my passionate charge. I rammed my cock
in and out of her with a fury seldom seen in men over the age of forty. I
grabbed her hair and yanked her head back with my left hand as I spanked her
ass cheek repeatedly with my right. She moaned and squealed in pain and
ecstasy as my daughter encouraged me vociferously.

"Go Daddy! Fuck her hard! She's just oozing on my face, don't stop!"

I reached around Alyssa to squeeze her breasts as hard as I could, she

screamed and I felt her pussy contract on my cock as she came again for the
nth time. I spanked the sides of her breasts so they slammed against each
other and bounced back out for me to smack again; what a fun game to play
while fucking.

Alyssa's arms gave out and fell back down onto Ashley again. I grabbed her
hair again and growled at my daughter to put her mouth on her while forcing
Allysa's pussy down onto my daughter's face. It was all becoming too much for
me. I had been holding back but enough was enough, I reasoned. I was only
going to last about a minute more.

"Girls," I panted, the sweat dripping off me. "I'm going... gonna cum soon."

Allysa turned her tear-streaked and pussy drenched face back to me and said,
"Daddy... give me your seed."

I slapped her face and asked her, "Are you my dirty cunt? Huh? My dirty cunt
like Ashley is?"

Stunned, she nodded to me.

I slapped her face again.

"Say it."

With tears in her eyes, she moaned, "I'm your _dirtiest_ cunt, Daddy. Give me
everything you fucking got."

I slapped her face harder this time, then spanked her ass repeatedly as my
orgasm approached with the subtlety of a freight train.

I slammed my hips into Alyssa one final time, roaring at the top of my lungs
as my sperm shot out of my cock, flooding her cervix. Her pussy contracted
tightly on my cock as I continued to pump seed into her, draining me. Ashley
moaned incomprehensibly, maybe she was cumming too.

I collapsed on top of Alyssa, then rolled off to one side and fell behind her.

Ashley banged my leg like she was trying to get my attention, so I looked back
to where she was, and gasped at the sight. My cum was pouring out of Alyssa's
pussy... into Ashley's mouth. Ash licked and consumed all of it, pulling
Alyssa's lips apart to be sure she got it all. When the flow stopped, I pushed
Alyssa off and kissed Ashley right on her mouth, tasting my own cum in the
process. Ashley threw her hands around me and we kissed hard, loving every
second of our embrace

Lys coughed several times, and began sobbing. She crawled up to us and we let
her in the mutual hug. She kissed Ash very hard, then grabbed me and kissed me
so hard our teeth clicked together. She laughed uncontrollably, cried, and
hugged me more. I pulled her with me so I could lay on my back and each girl
took a spot on each side of me.

"Are you okay, Alyssa? Love?"

She nodded affirmatively at me, unable to talk as she was so overwhelmed with
emotions, orgasms, and residual pain.

I hugged both of my girls hard, telling them I loved them both, how amazing
they were, how sexy and beautiful they were. I kissed both of their foreheads
as they cuddled on my chest, facing each other amidst my chest hair. Ashley
was nearly as wound up as Alyssa, but she had been through this before and
began to settle down rather quickly.

Lys, on the other hand, was still sobbing but trying not to, which only made
her sobs more intense when she let them happen.

"Daddy," Ashley offered. "You should lie down on top of her."

I cocked my eye at her, as if to say why?

"She needs, oh it's hard to explain. But just do it, okay?" She rolled off me,
and I pushed Alyssa onto her back. I climbed over on top of her, most of my
weight on my knees and elbows.

"No, Daddy. Lay down on her. Make her _feel_ your weight."

With a questioning glance at Ashley, I complied and let myself down further on
Alyssa to where most of my body weight was crushing her. Her arms wrapped
around me, holding me. I pushed my arms under her and held her close as we
kissed tenderly. Her sobs quickly waned, I kissed the tears on her cheeks and
she smiled at me.

Ashley squirmed her head in there also, kind of sideways, and whispered, "It's
okay, honey. He's your Daddy too."

New tears of joy sprang from Alyssa's eyes as all three of us kissed, and
tongued, and held each other.

\- - -

I woke up at about one in the morning, both girls were still attached to me as
I lay on my back. Ashley's technique of me laying on top of Alyssa seemed to
calm her down. Maybe it's like with newborns when they get fussy; you wrap
them up tight in a blanket, burrito-style, and they calm right down. It's
somehow very comforting to them.

I shook them off, but they both woke, worried.

"It's okay," I said quietly. "I'm just thirsty, I need some ice water."

The three of us went downstairs so we could fill up some glasses. We all let
out a nice "Ahhh" as we took long drinks.

"Can I like, just say something?" asked Alyssa. Ash and I nodded. "I mean I
don't, like, know how to say a speech or anything... but like, I just wanted
to thank you guys. This has been the best day of my life and..."

She lowered her head and Ashley went to hug her. The two girls kissed
lovingly, it was a beautiful sight to see. Then, they stopped and looked at
me.

"Well?" asked my real daughter. "Are you, like, just gonna stand there, all
conceited and shit?"

I laughed and took a step forward in their direction, my semi-hard cock

preceding me by several inches.

We did the triple-hug thing, which we were getting quite good at now. Both
young, soft bodies pressed up against me ensured my cock went to full power
very quickly.

"Okay girls, who remembers what I said to Alyssa, right before we started this
whole... escapade tonight."

They thought, hemmed and hawed, and came up with nothing.

"Really?" I asked, feigning incredulity. "I thought it was rather important.

It was when I was spanking you, Ashley, and Lys was looking at your asshole.
And I said-"

Ashley interrupted me, "You said, and I quote, 'We eat ass in this house,
Alyssa'."

We all laughed for a moment until I interrupted them. "Ahem. Well, the point
of that was, or is, that nobody has licked my ass. And it's starting to piss
me off."

And that is how, 'The War For Daddy's Asshole,' began. The battle was well-
fought by both sides, and neither could be called a clear winner. A truce
finally had to be called on account of ejaculation. Thankfully, no poison gas
was released and there were no casualties. The combatants dutifully cleaned up
the battlefield.

However, that war rages to this day.

\- - - - - - End - - - - - -

_Special thanks to Melanieatplay for her editorial work!_

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