extrem incest

“Go away, Robbie, and don’t ever try to talk to me again!” I heard my daughter’s tearful voice just before a car door slammed and tires squealed. Sounded like her first date hadn’t been a success. I muted the baseball game I’d been watching as her footsteps approached the den, then shook my head when they retreated again. She wouldn’t want to tell me about it. What red-blooded fifteen-year-old wanted to tell her father about a date, anyway? If her mother hadn’t already passed out (not likely), she’d be the natural one to talk to Ally.

“Mom!” The anguish in her voice was really getting to me. This wasn’t the way my non-demonstrative daughter usually sounded. I tossed the remote control down and walked toward the kitchen. Ally and her mom had their best chats around our table and I knew I’d find them there, if Jen hadn’t been hitting the juice.
“Fuck! This sucks!” That couldn’t possibly be the voice of my little innocent daughter. I forced myself to not roll my eyes. She was fifteen, not a baby anymore. Some of the kids in her grade were already pregnant. Still, she’d never used those words at home.
“What’s going on, Allycat?” I asked as I walked in the room. A quick survey of the room showed that her mother wasn’t around.
“Mom has another stupid headache,” she spat out. Ally and I had long suspected that my wife’s constant headaches were yet another cry for attention, just like the drinking was. They always seemed to happen when we needed her, but she usually recovered in time for her hairdresser appointment, lunches with friends, and shopping excursions. I guess the lure of the greenback was the best medicine.
“She blew you off?” I called over my shoulder, walking to the freezer and unearthing a pint of chocolate-chocolate fudge ripple chunk ice cream. I grabbed a spoon and some napkins before flipping on the lights. This wasn’t the first time Ally had gone to her mother for help or advice and ended up with me as the booby prize, but this was the first time she’d dated and it felt strangely intimate to be entering this conversation. It didn’t have anything to do with grades or which extracurricular activity to take.
“She smelled of booze and didn’t want to know,” my daughter replied from somewhere behind me and let out of hiccup and sniffle.
My wife, the great self-medicator. I sighed long and turned to look at my daughter, dropping both ice cream and spoon as I took in her appearance in the stark brightness of the kitchen. “What the hell happened, Ally? What did that little bastard do to you? I’m going to kill him…”
From her appearance, I guessed the worst. Her tank top was hanging off one bruised shoulder and her face bore both the streaks of melted makeup and tear tracks and light bruising. The belt hung off one side of her miniskirt and her pantyhose were ripped. One shoe was missing. The worst thing of all was that my daughter cringed when she saw my anger. Her fear of me, even though it wasn’t personal, damn near broke my heart and despite my feelings, I tried to control my breathing and make sure she felt safe.
“What happened, sweetheart? Are you hurt?” I held my hands out toward her, noticing how badly they shook. I hoped she knew I’d rather die than hurt her. “Let me help you, baby,” I choked out, hoping like hell she could trust me.
As if a dam burst inside her, she rushed into my arms, sobbing almost hysterically. After a few minutes, I managed to lead her into the den, hoping that the warmth of the room would help calm her down. I turned the TV to one of those soothing satellite music channels and grabbed her a soda from the bar fridge before making sure she was settled on the couch. I wavered a few moments between sitting in the easy chair or on the couch and finally sat at the opposite end of the couch from her, twisting one of the blankets in my hands. I imagined it was little Robbie Mason’s neck.
“Ally, I need to know what happened and what that little bastard did to you. I also need to know if you need to see a doctor for anything…” I trailed off, thoughts of rape kits and the morning-after pill running through my head. This was my little baby girl and this wasn’t supposed to happen to her… not ever and sure as hell not at fifteen years old. “Let me help you, honey.”
She bit her lip, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears. We’d reached a lull in her upset and as a result, I was starting to breathe a little easier. I still imagined all the ways I’d kill the kid, but I hoped my feelings were apparent only to me.
“I c-can’t, Dad.” She brought her legs up and hugged her knees, resting her chin on them.
“You have to, honey. Did he… did he… ?” Dammit, I couldn’t even form the words. “Did he take what you didn’t want him to have?”
She bravely raised her head and met my eyes and the knowledge I saw there shook me to the core. Something had happened to change my little girl from an innocent tonight and it wasn’t what she wanted or deserved. The answer was in her eyes and the pain and knowledge there crushed me.
“Go upstairs and change, honey. I’m going to take you to the hospital.”
“No!” She shook her head vigorously and wailed wordless heartbreaking sounds. Terror and horror were written all over her face. “I can’t, Daddy. Please don’t make me! If you love me, you won’t make me…”
What the hell could I do? Was getting her medical treatment worth this extra anguish? I was going too kill the kid anyway, so justice wasn’t in the cards. I moved closer and brushed her hair back from her face with a fingertip. “C’mere.” I pulled her gently to her feet and led her to the overstuffed easy chair. Even though she was now a teenager, the chair was large enough for her to wedge herself half on top of me much as she had when she was younger. I sat down and motioned for her to do the same, wrapping my arms securely around her after tucking a blanket around her shoulders.
“Allycat, I won’t make you do anything you can’t handle, but you have to tell me everything that happened. I can’t help you if I don’t know. I promise that I won’t breathe a word to anyone else about it, not even your mother, unless you say it is okay to do so.”
“You’ll think I’m a slut…” I barely heard her whispered words, but a small jolt went through my body at her words, shocking me.
“Never, baby girl. Never.” I kicked up the lever that brought the leg portion of the chair up and held her more securely, stroking her bare shoulder in a methodical manner. She allowed me to lower the head of the chair a little bit so that we were half reclined, me on my back and her tucked half on top of me and half on her side. She pressed against me with an urgency that bespoke of her lack of security at the moment and it felt… disturbingly intimate.
“I hate him.” Ally finally spoke again, surprising me with the strength in her voice. “He… he did stuff to me, Dad… and I… I…” She squirmed a little and I caught the slight spice of something in the air… the faint tang of young female arousal. I swallowed back a groan even as my nostrils flared, trying to draw in as much as I could. Last thing Ally needed was me getting hard right now but my body started reacting anyway.
“You what, baby girl?” But I knew. She’d liked some of it… from her scent, she liked some of it a lot. That didn’t lessen the crime but it complicated her emotions toward it.
“Nothing.” She tucked her chin against her chest and I knew I was losing her.
“Allycat, whatever happened in the end, no means no. Nothing else matters. Okay?” I felt rather than saw her nod. She burrowed even closer to me, her head against my shoulder, her breasts against my rib cage, her crotch against my hip bone and her upper thigh at groin level.
“Even if I…” She squirmed again and the tips of her ears began to redden. “Even if I came?”
Came? This was blowing my mind. I hadn’t even thought of my Type-A personality daughter as knowing that word before now but as if my body was a physical witness to her sexual awakening, I surrendered my mental control and let my body react the way it wanted to.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. “Even then. Especially then.” Was that cunt-hungry tone mine?
Ally squirmed again and I gulped hard. It was damn hard to not take advantage of this situation and the way she was rubbing against me subconsciously. Sex was a twice a year thing in my marriage and I hadn’t cheated yet, for some misguided notion of nobility. Having this beautiful creature torturing me like this was more than I could take and I briefly considered going to the bathroom for a quick jerk-off.
“Even if he used his mouth on me, Daddy? And I screamed ’cause it felt so good? But I didn’t want him to stick it in me and make me bleed. And… he did. And… it hurt.”
God, grant me the strength…
Despite my real need to want to comfort her, the increasing tang of her teenage cunt was making thinking impossible. My entire being was centered on my hardening cock and the feel of blood rushing to it.
“He said… he said any man loses his mind when there’s a naked woman around. That can’t be true, can it? And when he said that, he pinched my nipples so hard. It hurt but he made me come again. I even came when he was inside. I’m such a slut.” Her fingernails lightly scraped my chest as she said this and I’d had enough. I gently shifted away and walked to the bar fridge, grabbing a beer and downing it in a few swallows.
Thankfully, my jeans were tight enough that they held me snug, so in the dim light, she may not know what she was doing to me but her scent followed me and I realized that she’d moistened the side of my jeans with her pussy juice where she’d been rubbing against me She had either lost her panties or had never been wearing them in the first place. I was fucking lost. All I wanted was relief and to get away from this haze of sexual desire. Fatherhood warred with male desire and I didn’t know where my emotions were in this struggle.
I sank down on the couch, fiddling with the beer bottle. “A woman can be a powerful force, Ally, so it is important to use that power sparingly. But that never means that your free will should be compromised. It doesn’t matter what felt good or what you wanted. He should have stopped when you said ‘no’.”
“Did you ever lose control like that?”
I chuckled softly. Unless she meant with my hand, then no. It wasn’t like I had a meaningful sexual relationship with another human. “A long time ago, honey, I may have been pushed to the limit, but I’ve never gone over the edge.”
“You never wanted it badly enough to risk it?”
I gazed at her for a long moment, wondering how to answer that. We were veering into very inappropriate territory and I had to remember that I was her father.
“I never wanted anything badly enough to hurt someone else,” I replied softly.
She shifted then, kicking the blanket over. With the chair reclined a bit she looked just fucked… wanton. I strained to see the moist cavern between her legs. “Is it wrong that the way we’re talking now is making me all hot again, Daddy? Is it making you feel funny? I know your heart was beating real fast.”
“I’m fine, honey. Just worried about you.” And the fact that if you don’t shut up, I’m going to blow my load in my pants and I haven’t done that since I was your age…
“Daddy? I want to ask one more question, okay?” I nodded. It was healthy for her to talk about this and get it all out in the open. Her expression saddened a bit. “Do you think… Robbie said that I wasn’t pretty enough and that I was a cock tease and if he didn’t fuck me, nobody ever would. Am I ugly?”
Was she serious? With her honey blonde hair and big blue eyes, she was stunning looking. She was good looking enough to be a model and brainy enough to name her path in life. I weighed my words carefully, knowing how much of her self-esteem was wrapped up in that innocent question.
“Ally, I wish you could see yourself like I see you. You’re so incredibly beautiful. When I look at you, I can hardly believe that two ordinary people like your Mom and I created you.”
She began sobbing again and I cursed myself silently before moving back to the chair. “Come on, Allycat. I’m here and I’ll do whatever you need to feel safe. Try not to let that little bastard’s words hurt you.” She stood now and wrapped her arms around me.
“Thanks, Daddy. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Dammit! Everything had changed. Even though I knew intellectually that I held my daughter, the way she pressed against me was anything but daughterly and my cock began to throb and ache. The silky skin of her shoulder and her fragrant hair mixed with the spice of her nearly mature pussy juice and I barely held on. All I wanted to do was slam her against the wall and fuck her until she screamed. And until she creamed all over my cock.
This is your daughter, my conscience kept screaming, but that thought turned me on even more. I didn’t know if I had the courage to pull back but I didn’t know if I dared risk it all.
Then she pressed hard against me and let out a little sigh. “Yours feels so much bigger, Daddy. I thought he was going to rip me open but I know you would. I bet I couldn’t even get all of you in my mouth… not to mention my… my pussy.”
“Do you want to?” That couldn’t be my voice. That harsh growl of need couldn’t be coming from me. What the hell was I thinking?
Ally didn’t respond with words. Instead, she tugged the strap of her tank top down, flashing the slightest light pink of her areola and showing me the creamy expanse of her breast. Her finger rimmed the torn edge of the tank top and she began flicking the roughened fabric against her nipple.
“I want it, Daddy. Please. I’m so hot… I want to jump out of my skin and I don’t know why. Please show me what it is?” She breathed deeply. “And why you smell so sexy I just want to kiss and rub and eat you.” She bit her lip before meeting my eyes, sexual desire blazing. “Take away the bad, Daddy, and make love to me. Make me forget him.”
As I watched in stunned silence, she pulled the corner of her tank top off and began teasing her hard nipple, her hips shifting anxiously, her breath coming out in gasps and moans. Within seconds it seemed, she was fucking the air hard, her back arched. She seemed so close to cumming just from a little nipple stim.
I closed my eyes, striving desperately for control and finding none. I was going to fuck my daughter now. I was going to show her what a real man could do. I was going to make her cum all night long and damn the consequences. And I never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted her right now.
With a confidence that was more bravado than reality, I crossed the room to lock the door and then yanked the heavy drapes closed. When I turned to look at her again, the wanton temptress was gone and in her place stood an insecure little girl who was toying with the strap slowly. Damn me to all hell, the little girl aspect was getting me off more than the temptress.
I approached her slowly, brushing her hair off that one naked shoulder. Her natural scent rushed off her to encircle my dick in a vise of agony. I had to taste her right now.
My lips found the dip where her shoulder and neck met and I began by laving it, but soon, I was working that flesh between my teeth and grinding my dick against her ass. My fingers went from hip to brush lightly over her distended naked nipple.
“I’m going to fuck you, sweet baby, and I might take you hard at first. Its been so damn long… and you’re so hot. You taste like sin, Ally. If you fuck like sin, I’m lost.” I spun her around in my arms and held her just slightly away from me. Whatever changes were in her, I had changed too… and I wanted to show her just how different things were now.
I reached absently into my back pocket and flipped my utility knife open. Her eyes widened for a brief moment before a look of trust passed between us. I deftly inserted the knife at the base of the intact strap, just above her areola, and sliced it in half. As she watched me, I ran the flat of the knife over her nipple, before cutting the shirt clear off her tits.
She gasped and I turned the flat of the knife over again, dragging it over one nipple and then the other. I flicked the knife closed and pulled her snug against me. My cock found her ass and ground against it while my hands reached around her to graze her nipples, barely touching the distended points.
“No bra,” I managed. “You’re a daring little girl, darling.” I pinched a nipple and she groaned in response.
“N-no panties, either.” I had known this but to hear her say it was another thing. “See, Daddy? I’m a slut.”
I chuckled low and deep in my throat. “On the contrary, sweetheart. You’re my slut. You’re Daddy’s slut.”
We’d gotten this sexual dance over with and we both had to take it to the next level. I stepped a few paces away and circled around so that we were face to face. “And since you’re Daddy’s slut, you’re going to do what you’re told, right?”
A shudder of need went through her and she appeared to sway slightly before focusing keenly on my again. “What do you want me to do?”
“Take off my clothes. Strip me.” I gave her a challenging look which she met. Ally’s sexual confidence was growing by leaps and bounds and I knew how privileged I was to be a witness to it all.
She started to remove her tank top, which was slithering slowly down her torso, hung up on the swell of her breast. “Not you, baby, me. Take my damn clothes off slowly, like you’re seducing me.” I ached an eyebrow and barked out a laugh. “Then again, you are. You’ve had me wrapped around your little finger since you marked me with your scent.”
She looked confused until I motioned to the side of my jeans. “It reeks of your cunt juice, baby girl.” I rubbed a finger over the moist spot and then pressed it against her mouth. “Taste yourself, honey.”
Her tongue darted out, licked, and then her fair skin flamed. “It tastes… good.”
I nodded, knowing I’d get my own taste soon. “Did he… did he use protection, honey? I don’t want to ruin that taste of yours with him.”
She wrinkled her nose but nodded. “He used a rubber.” She took a deep breath before interrupting herself. “Do you really want to taste it?”
“You have no idea,” I replied on a growl. She was just inches away, swaying slightly as she ran her hands over my chest. She seemed to be testing my musculature and strength, the texture of my skin under my shirt and it was driving my crazy. “Just take the damn thing off, baby… you’re torturing me here.”
Did I imagine the hint of a sultry laugh before she giggled. My shirt came off with a quick tug and she pressed her lips against my chest in an open mouthed kiss that had me trembling. She seemed to want to devour my flesh, not just tasting it. Finally, she broke my sexual haze a bit when she nipped me a little too hard.
“The pants now.”
She met my eyes and the briefest devilish look was evident in the challenging gaze and quirk of her lip. She had the upper hand and we both knew it.
Ally slowly sank to her knees before me and then rested her cheek against my hard cock. With only the jeans and my underwear between us, her touch burned me to the core. It was made even worse because she was trying to make me wait it out when we both wanted completion.
Her mouth ran sensually over my hip and I jerked when I realized she was tasting herself again. “It tastes like me, Daddy, but more musky. It smells like sex… and a man not a boy. Not like him.” She inhaled deeply before brushing her cheek over my cock.
“Stop teasing.” My growl was playful but she still flinched a little. “You’re driving me crazy,” I explained more patiently. “Its been far too long. I need…”
“What do you need?” The look she turned on me was pure innocence but the way her mouth began to move on my clothed cock was that of a temptress.
“You,” I growled. She made short work of my pants, skinning them and my underwear down in one motion. As my cock popped out, it smacked against her cheek, leaving some pre-cum there. She wiped it away with a fingertip and sucked it into her mouth, moaning in satisfaction.
I grasped my cock at the base and pressed it against her mouth, “Please suck Daddy’s cock, Ally.”
She made a small determined noise, a half snort, as if she was drinking in the scent of my cock, and there was some genuine need in that sound as well. It was burning me up. I tangled a hand in her hair and fed my cock to my little girl.
Her lips ran over my cockhead, smearing my pre-cum in a thick layer. Then she took the entire head into her mouth and sucked on it like it was a lollypop. My head nearly blew off at the sensation of my baby girl sucking my dick. Her movements were tentative at first, then she relaxed into it and began tracing the natural shape, her tongue darting and probing.
It was so damn good. I had finally let loose the fantasies I’d banished because they were too dark and horny. My teenage daughter was going to become my cum slut. I wouldn’t have to strain to see teenage legs and budding breasts, strain to see a nipple as she stood in a nightshirt, breathe in deeply hoping to catch her scent. She was mine now… MINE!
I began to work my cock in and out of her mouth. The experience was incredible. Her suction was a little too intense but I liked being on the edge of pleasure and pain. And when she tried to deep throat me, even though she failed, it meant a lot that she tried.
Her hands roamed over my thighs, nails scratching my skin. The added pinpricks sent me further down the road and I realized I wanted more, I wanted to cum inside her cunt.
“Enough,” I whispered in a strangled tone. I eased her hot mouth off my cock and motioned over to the couch. “I want to fuck you now, sweetheart.” Her hand was frantically rubbing the fabric over her cunt and her musky smell was filling the air. She moved over to the couch and opened her legs and suddenly nothing else mattered but my little girl and her aroused pink cunt.
As I moved closer, she yanked off her skirt and tugged off the ruined remains of her top. She was lying there, legs open, a come-hither look on her face. Her nipples stood up puffy and swollen and her entire cunt glistened with pussy juice.
I bent down and gave her a long swipe from clit to ass. I needed the taste of her pussy on my mouth. She quivered and goose bumps broke out on her stomach. I stroked it slowly, soothing her even as I tasted her thoroughly. It only took a couple of long licks before she was writhing and begging for my cock.
I moved over her, my body hard and corded, hers soft and pliant, her skin silky, her body as young and full of promise as mine was experienced. As I began to guide my cock in, she covered my hand with hers.
“I love you, Daddy. I don’t care, I’m thinking of this as my first time.”
Without another word, she helped lodge my cock inside her welcoming cunt. It was so fucking tight that I thought my head would blow off at the pleasure of it all. I stayed still, letting her body adjust around mine. She gloved me in warm velvety wetness and I had to close my eyes and try to regain control. After only a few minutes, her pussy began contracting around me in ripples that seemed likely to forcefully yank my cum right out.
I began to thrust in and out of her, locking my eyes on hers. They glistened with unshed tears but she didn’t seem to be in any pain or discomfort. Just the opposite. Her hips rose with mine and she locked her legs around my back. Within seconds, her hands found her nipples and she began stroking and tweaking them, biting her lip as the pleasurable sensations built inside her.
“It isn’t going to be long,” I warned. She was too tight and too responsive and it had been so long.
I reached for one of her hands and guided it down to her clit. “If you stroke it while I’m fucking you, it’ll make it even better.”
I wanted her to cum with me inside her. The feelings would be sensational… for both of us. As her finger slimmed over her clit experimentally, I began to feel her pussy contracting again. “Go on sweetheart, rub your clit hard. I want you to cum with me. Do you want to cum for Daddy?”
“Yesss.” The word seemed to suck all of the air out of her body and her finger resumed working anxiously on her clit. “I feel… I want to…”
“Let it happen.” I could barely speak, barely breathe. My entire being was centered on that sweet spot where she’d gloved me. I was home. I was finally home in the craziest way possible. Inside my baby girl.
“Dad?”
Her gasp had me watching her face and the playoff emotions over it. I didn’t detect a second of hesitation or guilt in her face. This was what she wanted. She wanted me. The intensity of the moment sent me over the edge with a cry of triumph. Her sweet cunt contracted around me and I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of going off inside my little girl. When I opened my eyes again, she looked tearful.
“What’s the matter?”
“It was just so good. I don’t want this to be the end. I don’t want you to go back to fucking Mom and me being out in the cold with stupid boys my age.”
I set my jaw. Things wouldn’t go back to the way they had been. I wouldn’t be able to let go of this sweet piece of heaven at any cost. “Ally, let me worry about that stuff. We’re together now and I won’t let that change. Nothing and nobody will come between us. Ever.”
With those words, I sealed my fate.