Incest/Taboo The Inheritance

This is a story that refuses to die. The first version was lost in a fire several years ago. The second version was lost at the hands of my ex. They say third time's the charm so here it is! Enjoy!

As always, the characters exist solely within the confines of this story and my imagination. All criticism both pro and con are welcome! I look forward to your comments!

At the time that my life's course was established, I had no idea that it was in my blood to be what I am. I simply thought that I was eighteen and uninhibited and rebellious. As I entered my senior year of high school, I discovered the joys of sex and pursued it with reckless abandon. I had my way with any boy I wanted – knowing I was a very pretty and sexy wildcat.

My name is Heather. With honey colored hair and green eyes and a petite body built for sin – standing four foot, ten inches and weighing 98 pounds naked and dripping wet (some parts wetter than others), and a big bust for such a little bitty thing – I was wearing a 34C bra by the time I hit high school, I attracted plenty of attention amongst the opposite sex and a good bit of attention from my own gender. If they'd allowed it, I'm sure I would have been named class slut in our senior superlatives in the yearbook.

My comprehension of my true nature occurred at a New Year's Eve party at my father's house my senior year. My stepmother, Helen disappeared early on in the evening, no doubt getting banged hard by various friends and associates of my father in some upstairs closet or bedroom. I had been aware of my father and stepmother's open marriage for several years. Daddy pressed me into serving as hostess and I was delighted to do it, interacting with his many guests and reveling at the attention I received in return.

I was wearing a silver sheath dress – strapless and very short – when combined with three inch heels, it made my short, but toned legs appear longer. No straps and low cut emphasized my breasts which threatened to overflow the top. It was my first really "adult" outfit and my panties were soaked from all the lascivious stares I was receiving from Daddy's guests.

It was a large party – well over a hundred people in our respectable, but not quite a mansion, home. Daddy was an engineer with a major computer firm and had grown wealthy with several patents. He was a handsome and rather arrogant man who'd grown a bit frosty in the wake of my mother's death in a car accident when I was seven years old. I loved him, but missed the more relaxed and happy father I remembered from my childhood – or perhaps he'd always been that way and I had just perceived him differently when I was younger – before my entrance into young adulthood had altered our relationship as it usually does between fathers and daughters..

As the New Year was rung in and folks hugged and kissed and the liquor flowed, people began to really get loose. At midnight, I got sandwiched between Daddy's lawyer, Mr. Richter and Daddy's boss, Mr. Kyle and got kissed by both, getting tongue from each as anonymous hands roamed over me, squeezing my tits and ass cheeks. It really got my pussy revved up and I wanted more, but they opted to restrain themselves, both of them retreating with grins and red faces as I stared back with an embarrassed, but pleased grin on my face. As the night wound down, people got a lot friendlier – no open orgy, but in shadowy corners couples were making out and as I passed a closet or two, I could hear pants and moans. It all just made me hornier. I wanted to join – to be a naughty adult along with the rest.

I finally did something about it. The line to the bathroom was pretty long and I spotted Mr. Richter who'd been to our house many times, slipping upstairs to use one of the bathrooms there. I followed him up, noting as I passed by one bedroom, my stepmother sprawled out on a bed atop several coats and wraps, snoring softly, her dress hiked up to her waist and her shaved cunt glistening wetly in the dim light. That aroused me in ways I hadn't really considered before, but I had other prey in mind and didn't stop.

Mr. Richter used the hall entrance to my father's bathroom so I slipped into my parents' bedroom only to rewarded by the sound of pissing accompanied by the long, drawn out sigh of a man who really needed to pee. The bedroom entrance to the bathroom was slightly ajar and I slipped up and peeked inside. Mr. Richter was a rather handsome looking older man – slightly balding with a bit of a pot belly, but who exuded confidence and a certain maturity that I found attractive. He was standing over the toilet, swaying slightly, holding a lovely piece of cock meat in his hand – a steady stream of urine slowly losing strength.

I licked my lips and strolled into the room as if I did it every day, taking his cock in my hand as he finished peeing. "Why, Mr. Richter, please let me take care of this for you," I said in a soft, babyish voice as I shook it off. "After all, you're a guest." Mr. Richter's head snapped around, his eyes widening in shock and then a grin spread across his face.

Slowly and carefully, I squatted down – not an easy task in such a tight dress and I took the head of Mr. Richter's cock in my mouth, tasting piss and sweat and the earthy aroma of a man's crotch. To my delight, I thought I could just taste the flavor of pussy on him as well. A naughty part of me wondered who I might be tasting – he and his wife having divorced several years ago. For some reason, I thought of Danielle, his daughter who was a senior in high school like myself.

I locked my eyes on his as I slowly began to suck, swirling my tongue around his rapidly hardening cock as I began to bob up and down. As nervous as I felt, sucking off the cock of my Daddy's lawyer, I was right in my element. I had discovered that I loved cock and loved to suck cocks...any cocks. I had pleasured a few dozen young guys over the last several months, but had found that I liked older men's cocks more. I confess, I'd already discovered that I was attracted to older men, especially those who take charge.

I slowly slid my lips down over his shaft until his wiry pubes were tickling my nose and then slowly, sucking firmly, I went back up, letting him slip from my lips and then planting a soft kiss on the now dripping head. In a little girl's voice, I said, "I love your cock, Mr. Richter."

I then took him back into my mouth and continued sucking him as he stared at me and moaned softly, his hand reaching out to stroke my face and then run fingers through my long, straight hair. I took my time sucking him, running my tongue over ever square inch of cock flesh, lapping up his tangy pre-cum as I used every bit of my hard earned knowledge. I let him slip from my lips only once as I looked up and said, "I bet you wish Danielle would do this, don't you, Mr. Richter?" I licked his swollen head like a tasty lollipop and added, "Maybe when you go home tonight, she will."

"Jesus..." Mr. Richter moaned as I took him in my mouth again, sucking hard as I felt his cock swell at my naughty words. I knew I was just seconds for getting his load. I felt him tense up and I readied to get a mouthful of spunk, but then I sensed his attention shift and suddenly I was aware we were being watched.

Never letting him slip from my mouth, I turned my head slightly to see Daddy standing in the bedroom doorway, his eyes gleaming brightly at the scene of his only daughter, squatting before his best friend, sucking his cock. My heart began to pound wildly and I tensed up for an explosion of outrage even as I felt my cunt quiver with arousal, almost making me cum, pussy juices drenching my panties. I continued to work my mouth up and down Mr. Richter's cock.

"How is she, Jim?" Daddy finally asked, his voice calm, but edged with tension.

Seconds passed before Mr. Richter answered, saying, "She's a born cocksucker, John."

Daddy nodded as if they were calmly discussing the talents of a football player on their alma mater's team or a new employee. "Fine," Daddy finally replied. "Enjoy." Daddy's gaze then clearly fixed on me and he said, "Heather, after the party is over, please join me in the study. We need to discuss a few things." He nodded at us both and then turned and walked away.

I turned and looked up into Mr. Richter's eyes as he grinned down at me, a slightly maniacal look in his eyes. His hands came up and gripped my head and then he was fucking my face, his face growing redder as his grunts of pleasure grew louder and then I felt his cock head swell and then an explosion of semen was occurring in my mouth – his seed salty and sharp and I managed not to choke, sucking hard and doing my best not to waste any sperm.

Finally, Mr. Richter slipped from my lips, he pausing to wipe his cock against my cheeks, allowing me to kiss the slowly deflating member one more time. He grinned at me and said, "Thank you, Heather," and then zipping up, turned and walked away.

On shaky legs, I pulled myself up to sit on the toilet, spreading my legs as best I could in the short tight dress and palming my cunt, covered by sopping wet panties. My mind reeled as I marveled how turned on I was – knowing my father had observed me going down on one of his best friends and seemed to approve.

I masturbated furiously, not even bothering to move my panties aside – instead pressing fingers into the silky fabric, feeling my warm juices trickling over my fingers as I rubbed, teasing the hard nub that was my aroused clitoris until I was yelping with orgasmic pleasure, my legs twitching uncontrollably as I came hard. I stared at my fingers, covered in my cunt creams and then sucked them clean, enjoying the way their taste mingled with the lingering flavor of Mr. Richter's spunk.

I returned downstairs on unsteady legs, pausing only to peer into the bedroom where my stepmother was laying, now with a man atop her – not anyone I recognized, just a hairy ass moving up and down, busily pumping his cock onto Helen's pussy. I'm not sure if she was conscious although I heard little grunts of pleasure coming from her as he pounded her cunt with his cock.

I reeked of my own juices, the scent filling my nostrils and from the appraising stares I received time and again as I mingled amongst Daddy's guests, I was sure that others could smell me too. Each time I thought of my impending confrontation with Daddy, I could feel a fresh flow of cunt cream slither down my thighs, especially when I caught a glimpse of my father mingling with our guests – sometimes sparing me a glance from across the room.

With each step, my blood engorged labia slid against each other, creating a delicious friction that kept me on the edge of orgasm as the next couple of hours passed by. My cunt lips felt so swollen and huge, I imagined them growing to immense proportions, bursting the seams of my panties and exposing themselves from under my short skirt. My nipples were hard, pointy bullets against the bodice of my dress – aching and sensitive as the satiny material of the built in cups rubbed against them.

By the time I had said goodbye to the last guest and waded through the detritus of the party, I was so horny I was seeing potential partners in every object I passed. I paused twice, hefting empty champagne bottles in my hands and considering relieving the burning in my cunt, but I knew that Daddy would be waiting.

I made my way to his study and as I expected, Daddy was there – his jacket thrown over a chair at his desk and he sitting with his tie loosened, on the right end of his long, black leather sofa, a glass of scotch in his hand. I stepped towards him, but stopped when I was about five feet away when he held up a hand. He studied me, a slight frown on his face.

His expression was intense and despite my aroused condition, his scrutiny was almost embarrassing as I stood for his inspection. I became suddenly aware of the skimpiness of my dress and the obviousness of my aroused state – my nipples pressing against the dress, the smell of my cunt. Even as Daddy stared at me, I felt a slow trickle of my juices running down my inner thigh.

After what seemed like an eternity, Daddy took a sip of his drink and then said, "Heather, we need to have a talk. I want complete honesty and I want an answer when I ask you a question. Do you understand?"

I started to nod, but then replied, "Yes, Daddy." Part of me struggled to keep the little girl voice at bay, but it was hard. It had been part of my arsenal in getting out of trouble for as long as I could remember.

Daddy took another sip of scotch and said, "Heather, are you a slut?"

My mouth opened and then closed and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Daddy...um, what do you...I'm not su –."

Daddy slammed his glass down hard on the table next to the sofa, making me jump as he roared, "Goddamnit, Heather, answer the question. Are you a slut?"

Fear and arousal competed inside me, both making my blood race and my cunt burst aflame. "Yes, Daddy," I sobbed as I felt tears run down my face.

"Do you enjoy sucking, cock?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Do you enjoy cock in your pussy? Do you love eating cum?"

I felt myself wavering on my three inch heels, the room starting to spin as I heard my father batter me with questions I never would have dreamed hearing him ask me. Even more amazing was my sudden need to be honest with him – to not hide what I knew in my heart was the truth.

"Yes, Daddy. Oh yes, I love cum, Daddy! Yes, I'm a slut, Daddy!"

Daddy paused and resumed studying me, examining me much as he did some schematic from work. Finally, "Well, now that we have that established that you're a slut, all that remains is to determine how you will pursue your appetites."

"Daddy?" I cocked my head just as I had when I was a little girl and didn't understand something. "What do you mean?"

My father downed the remainder of his drink and paused before answering. "Heather, you are my daughter...my only child and heir. You will never want for anything. You may go out into the world and be a whore cock slut for any man with a stiff dick and become what you will..."

Daddy seemed to leave something left. I licked my lips and said, "Or, Daddy...do I have another choice?"

Daddy nodded and slowly his eyes crawled up and down my body. I shivered at the hunger I saw in his eyes, hunger like I never saw in a man before. "Heather, I offer you the chance to be my bride – my wife – to live with me as long as long as I live, but it doesn't come free. In agreeing to be my wife...you surrender yourself body and soul. You will be MY slut – MY whore, willing to obey my every command without hesitation. You will submit yourself to complete domination to me...for the rest of your life."

I felt the world begin to gray out around me even as a ripple of incredible pleasure burst from between my legs, cum juice gushing against my sodden panties to run down my legs, splattering loudly against the carpet and my shoes. I struggled to comprehend his words as part of my mind screamed, "YES! SAY YES." I shook my head raised a hand to rub my forehead, amazed to find it slick with sweat. "Daddy...what are you saying? I don't – I don't understand."

Dad stood up, towering over me and he snapped, "Yes, you do, Heather. It's simple. Do you want to be your father's fuckslut forever or not? I won't ask a third time. Answer me. Do you want to be Daddy's little whore?"

My mouth opened and I thought I would never be able to take a breath, but I did then as I breathed out, whispered, "Yes, Daddy. God, yes – I love you!"

Daddy smiled with satisfaction as if he never had any doubt of my answer. "Good. I'm pleased, Heather. Now, get that dress off. I want to see you naked."

I think I was in some sort of shock because I couldn't quite comprehend Daddy's instructions. "Naked, Daddy? But I -." I never finished my sentence. Daddy's hand lashed out and slapped me hard across the face, knocking me to the ground. Through pain and confusion I looked up at my father and whimpered, "Daddy...why?" before he reached down and yanked me back to my feet by my hair, making me cry out in pain and then in confusion as he reached out with his free hand, grabbing the top of my dress and with a brutal jerk tore it from my body, friction and zipper cutting my back as it was stripped off me.

"You will goddamn well do what I tell you, bitch," Daddy snarled into my face. "You're my slut now – remember!" His fingers were wrapped around thick strands of my long hair and he used his grip on me to swing me around, my scalp alight with pain as he threw me against the arm of the sofa. Before I could do anything, his hands were on my ass cheeks and he pushed me up, scooting my stomach up and over the raised arm of the sofa. I felt my panties being torn from my body and then I began squalling as Daddy began to spank my ass hard with his palm.

"Disobey me, Heather and I will spank your ass bloody raw," Daddy thundered from behind me as his hand came down again and again, the impacts burning on my skin. I screamed from the pain and Daddy shoved a wad of fabric into my mouth. I struggled not to gag as I tasted silky cloth against my gullet and then tasted cunt...my cunt. Daddy had shoved my soaked panties in my mouth. My strong flavor overwhelmed anything and as bad as my ass hurt, each downward stroke brought me closer to orgasm as my father had his way with me.

Daddy spanked me again and again, my legs dangling in the air, flailing uselessly as my father disciplined me. My ass cheeks felt like they were on fire, the ferocity of the pain equaled only by the blazing inferno that was my cunt, my juices running heavily like a river, covering the arm of the chair in my creams.

The palm strikes stopped and after cringing a moment, waiting for them to resume, through the haze of pleasure and pain, I heard a rustle of clothing and worked up the nerve to turn my head and glance around. My eyes widened and I let out a frightened little gasp as I saw my father naked – an immense cock jutting from his hairy crotch. Daddy's dick was fucking huge – bigger than any boy's I'd ever bedded or even the teachers at school I'd fooled around with. The head was a massive plum, nearly purple in its condition, crowning a long and thick shaft. My small pussy puckered at the thought both hungering for his big cock and fearing that it might tear me apart.

Daddy wasted no time enjoying the fruits of his daughter. He stepped between my legs and I had no more than felt his huge cock head press against my spread labial flesh than he shoved himself hard inside me, eliciting a pain ridden scream unlike any I'd ever voiced before, muted only by the cunt cream soaked panties wadded in my mouth.

With one brutal thrust, Daddy plunged his cock inside me, forcing apart virtually virgin flesh, piecing me in places no man had ever gone before. Pain and pleasure warred for dominance as he buried his hard, thick babymaker in my young cunt. In the end, pleasure won out and I threw back my head and let out a muffled scream as my first daddy-cock induced orgasm tore me to pieces.

I could feel Daddy's pubic hairs scratching against the soft flesh of my firm butt cheeks as he ground against me, his cock driving into places I'd not thought possible while I sobbed and flailed about, the pleasure so intense that it flickered back and forth over the border that divides ecstasy and pain. My brain seemed to misfire again and again, rendering me almost completely speechless – unable to say anything except cries of "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" garbled by my panties

My orgasm seemed to go on forever – I'd experienced nothing like it – pleasure coursing through my body like never before, fueled by the barely comprehended knowledge that this was my father – my own flesh and blood fucking me. I felt wonderful and overwhelmed and unsure of my own womanhood for the first time – slowly realizing that for the first time, a man had complete mastery over me and that I loved it.

My orgasm gradually reduced, never completely waning as Daddy stayed buried in me to the hilt. His hands gently stroked my back and reached around to caress my breasts – soothing and calming me, pausing only to come to my face and pull my saliva and cunt soaked panties from my mouth. I coughed and sucked in air until I was able to gasp in a sniffling voice, "I love you, Daddy."

My father chuckled and replied, "I know you do, Heather. Daddy loves you too – let me show you how much." His fingers closed around my nipples and pinched them hard, drawing a cry of pain from me – one that evolved into cries and then sighs of pleasure as he showed how nipple stimulation could enhance my still lurking orgasm and then...then Daddy began to move. A quarter stroke of his cock, then a half stroke and then Daddy withdrew almost to the tip of his wonderful pole and then shoved it back into me. By then, I was out of mind trying to cope with the exquisite pleasure Daddy was giving me.

My pussy, wet beyond belief was a nuclear inferno of burning lust and need. I sobbed as I felt Daddy's cock withdraw and I sobbed harder as I felt him thrust it into my young womb again and again. Daddy fucked me slow and he fucked me fast and hard. I seemed to be experiencing one continual orgasm and then just as I thought I would pass out from the intensity of it, I could feel my father's body growing tense and he rammed his cock into me deep and began to cum!

Only as I felt my insides...my cunt...my pussy...my womb being filled with the hot, creamy semen of my Daddy did I truly understand pleasure. All that came before was a mere hint of ecstasy. I felt as if I was consumed in the fires of incestuous orgasm, burning me to cinders as pleasure wracked my body. I blacked out momentarily, came back to find myself screaming for Daddy to "FUCK ME, PLEASE!" enveloped in a burning wreath of pleasure and then passed out again.

I regained my senses as I felt Daddy withdraw from me completely – whimpering as his wonderful fuck tool wormed its way out of me. He left me there draped over the arm of the sofa and through bleary, tear filled eyes, I watched as he walked around on climbed onto the sofa on his knees so that his cock, still partially erect was in my face.

"Clean me up, Heather," he said in a commanding tone that made my well fucked pussy quiver.

As his cum smeared cock brushed my lips, I obediently opened my mouth and took him inside, my tongue rolling over his slick, semen covered cock head. Even exhausted as I was, barely able to hold my head up, I was aroused to taste my father's penis – lapping up semen and my own juices, taking more of him in my mouth. Daddy took a handful of my hair in his hand and lifted my face so I could stare into his eyes as I sucked him clean. He smiled evilly as he said, "Good girl!"

I happily confess – hearing Daddy's meager words of praise sent shivers of delight through me like nothing I'd felt before. I think that was the moment I truly became his willing slut. I knew that I would never again hesitate or resist Daddy's desires or commands. I lived for his words of love and praise.

Finally, I had Daddy's cock clean of sperm and cunt cream and again rock hard. I let him slip from my lips and looked up at him expectantly. Daddy said, "I think it's time we went to bed, Pumpkin." I quivered with anticipation, knowing he meant us in bed together. I held up my hands and Daddy pulled me over the arm of the sofa and then gathered me up in his arms.

I groaned as my father shifted me around, my weight meaning nothing to him although I was suddenly aware of the fine shape he kept his body in, arms strong and muscular and his chest well defined and a flat and solid stomach. Daddy cupped my ass cheeks in his hands and lifted me up and then I was being lowered back onto his hard cock, his thick dick sliding between my still widespread labia. Pain and pleasure erupted inside me again and I cried out, letting my body go limp as I was impaled on my loving Daddy's big penis!

With one slow, easy movement, Daddy lowered my cunt around his dick until he was nuzzled against my cervix, his pubes rubbing against my hairless pussy. Then, suspended against Daddy's sweaty body, my arms and legs akimbo, my father turned and carried me through the house, through the litter of the party and up the stairs towards his and Helen's bedroom. Each step caused Daddy's cock to jolt inside my pulsating pussy, sending waves of incestuous pleasure through my body. I barely comprehended the unconscious form of Helen as we passed on of the guest bedrooms, now naked and lying on her stomach, legs sprawled wide. In truth, in my pleasure addled mind, she just registered as another object within our house.

Smoothly and confidently, as if he'd done it all our lives, Daddy eased us both on to his bed, walking on his knees until he could lay me back on the pillows and then settling his weight atop my small body, his cock throbbing around my tightly packed cunt. Daddy kissed me then – kissed me like a lover for the first time, pressing his lips against mine insistently forcing his tongue into my mouth to master my tongue like he'd mastered everything else.

I groaned against his lips, yielding happily to his kiss as my arms, shaking with excitement went around his neck, wanting to hold my father tightly. I tried to raise my legs to wrap them around his hips, but the movement triggered so much ecstatic pleasure, I had to let them fall limp, leaving me spread wide under Daddy's body.

When Daddy ended our kiss, I was breathing heavily with desire. "I love you, Daddy," I said in a sniffling, halting voice, unable to catch my breath.

My father smiled back at me, much as he had all my life, conveying warmth and love in his eyes, but with something more – knowledge that fathers and daughters aren't supposed to know, but knowledge I knew I couldn't ever live without again. "I love you, too, Heather....my little girl. So much like your mother, you know..." He gave a gentle thrust, almost making my eyes roll back in my head as I felt his thick head press deeper inside my flesh. "She was small like you, baby...and tight...and she was my fuckslut wife." He thrust into me again as I crooned plaintively with pleasure.

"I'm...oh God, I'm your fuckslut now, Daddy!" I moaned, trying to thrust my pelvis up against him, hoping I could take more of him than I already did. My fingernails clawed at his back as he pumped into me again. "OH D-D-Daddy! Make me your fuckslut wife whore, Daddy!"

My father laughed as he thrust forward again, this time with more force, making me wail. "You are my fuckslut wife whore, Heather. You have been since the moment you said yes to your Daddy." He withdrew most of his length and then slammed his cock home as I sobbed with joy. Daddy kissed me on the lips and then nuzzled my neck as he fucked me again and again before adding, "We'll make it official in a day or so. Father McFee will be happy to do it."

Despite all the intense pleasure, Daddy's words reached me and my eyes widened and I said, "You...ohhhhh, you mean you're going to marry me, Daddy?"

Never pausing as he fucked me, his strokes getting longer and quicker, Daddy replied, "Absolutely. And maybe you can suck your first holy prick." He paused and with a quirky grin on his lips, asked, "You've never fooled around with a priest, have you?"

I shook my head and began to reply, "No," but Daddy began pumping into me hard and fast and my answer collapsed into a scream as my orgasm blossomed into a volcano of carnal joy.

I lay helpless under my father's incestuous assault, writhing with pleasure as he fucked me hard and fast, making me moan and scream and shake until my body was a literal seizure of erotic bliss. I was vaguely aware of the headboard pounding into the wall with a frightful noise and my body feeling like it was aflame, soothed only by Daddy's hot, firm flesh atop me, his chest dragging across my rock hard nipples as he shoved that big, thick monster in me again and again. My heart pounded in my chest until I thought it would explode as my body rocked with pleasure and all I could think was I wanted more and more cock even if it killed me.

Daddy suddenly rammed into me so hard, I cried out in shock and pain and then he began cumming in me again and I thought I did die as the most intense orgasm yet blanketed my body and I was carried away, the world dissolving into an indescribable palate of colors and sounds and most of all pleasure and I fell into a yawning chasm of dark, incredible joy and was swallowed up.

I awoke in the dim light that was the beginning of the dawn, still in the throes of orgasm and Daddy's cock fucking me relentlessly – his face in shadows, barely recognizable, but for the rest of my life, I would know his cock by touch. Some small, logical part of my mind realized that we must have slept and that sometime in the early morning my father had awaken, his hunger for me unabated and that he had simply taken me.

That knowledge – that understanding that I was now a possession of Daddy's – his tool to slake his lust whenever he wanted, both frightened me and aroused me as nothing ever had. I had little strength, but I gathered what energy I had and responded to Daddy, getting nothing more than, "That's my girl – that's my good little slut," in response before he began to fuck me harder until he and then I again were swept away in the ecstasy of orgasm.

In the aftermath of our lovemaking, Daddy and I cuddled together, enjoying long passionate kisses as he stroked and petted my body, telling me how much he loved me and what a marvelous body I had. I basked in the warmth my father's words gave me and I responded by telling him what a wonderful lover he was – that fucking him was beyond comparison with anyone I'd had before.

Strangely, my words didn't seem to please my father and he started to reply, but suddenly, we both realized we were not alone. In the morning light, Helen was standing in the doorway watching us. I'm sure we must have made a shocking sight – father and daughter naked in each others arms, my sprawled legs revealing a pink and cum filled cunt – my labia swollen and spread and Daddy's seed oozing from my pussy.

Then it dawned on me that Helen's appearance was not normal either. Her dress was in shreds – someone having torn the buttons clean off – her meaty, slightly sagging breasts exposed and her shaved pussy also swollen and leaking sperm. Her shaggy mane of reddish –brown hair looked wild and unkempt as she shook her head at us.

Helen took a deep sigh and said, "Well, it was only a matter of time. You were right, John."

"Of course I was," Daddy responded. "Blood knows."

Helen looked at the two of us for a long time, her expression varying from wonder to envy. I felt renewed tingles in my weary cunt as her eyes roamed over us – as much me as Daddy. "Well, I'll be staying at Rita's place until I decide where to go. You know I won't fight it, John. I know you'll be fair."

Daddy nodded and said, "Yes, I will. It's been a lot of fun, Helen."

She smiled then as she moved into the room and quickly removed a bag from the closet. It was already packed – something I thought odd. She came over and climbing onto the bed, leaned down and kissed Daddy. I watched as they kissed, tongues dueling fiercely and Daddy's hand reaching up to fondle her hanging breasts.

When they finished, Helen surprised me by leaning over further to kiss me. I was further surprised to find her tongue slipping into my mouth, her hand squeezing my tit as she gave me a kiss unlike any affection she's showed me in the seven years, she and Daddy had been married. Most surprising of all was the fact that I really enjoyed it!

When our kiss ended, she ran her tongue over my lips and with her eyes alight with arousal whispered, "I envy you," before carefully moving off the bed. She gave us one more long and lingering look and with a wave was gone.

I was trying to process a lot of things in my head as we lay there – Daddy's softly nuzzling my neck. "Daddy, what did Helen mean when she said you were right – that she knew this was only a matter of time?"

Daddy paused and raised his head to look into my eyes. "I told Helen from the start that she and I would never last – that someday you would replace her and take your mother's place in my bed."

"You planned this, Daddy?"

He shook his head and laughed. "Not this particular moment, but I knew it would happen, Heather. Blood knows."

Those words made me shiver a little. "What do you mean?"

Daddy stroked my face and he said, "You're my daughter. My blood flows in you. So does your mother's. I have certain hungers and desires as did your mother – I have always taken what I wanted and as I watched you grow up, I recognized certain appetites in you. You think I never noticed how attracted you are to older men...men like your father? Be damned if I would allow you to settle for anyone less."

Daddy's hand moved down over my body, pausing to caress my breast, making me breathe faster, before making its way over my stomach and between my legs. "Tell me I'm wrong, Heather. Tell me that you could marry some boy or some other man when you can be mine forever." His fingers slipped into me – stirring his semen deposited in me. "You've been waiting for me to take you and make you my woman, haven't you, Heather."

Just the touch of his fingers made me tremble with desire and as I sighed with pleasure at what he was doing to me, I could only nod. Daddy smiled then, pleased with my response, but then his smile faded and he said, "Good, now let's get back to something I wanted to address before we were interrupted."

"W-whatever you desire, mmmm, Daddy," I moaned, now squirming on his probing fingers.

Daddy's voice took on a sterner tone as he said, "I am disappointed that my little slut daughter gave up her cherry to someone else. Your father should have had your virginity, Heather."

Guilt raced with fear washing over me. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I replied meekly.

"Not good enough, Heather, not nearly fucking good enough," Daddy said. Leaving his fingers in me, he went up onto his knees. Scowling down at me, he said, "Who did you let fuck you first, Heather? Some pimply-faced high school boy?"

I shivered more from delight than fear as Daddy fingered my cunt. "No, Daddy – it was...um, it was Coach Jones." I'd given up my cherry earlier in the fall, happily allowing my soccer coach to take my virginity in his marriage bed while his wife was visiting her parents out of state. It had been fun – not great like with Daddy, but Coach Jones was very enthusiastic.

"I am very disappointed," Daddy said again. "A slut-whore should have something virgin to offer her husband, don't you think? Do you have a virgin hole left, Heather or are you a bigger slut already than I even guessed?"

I gasped as I realized what he was asking. I felt fear course through me even as I confessed, "No one – no one has ever fucked me there, Daddy."

Daddy smiled again – an evil smile full of carnal darkness and he nodded as I felt his fingers leave my cunt. He held them up for me to see – his fingers coated with my juices and globs of semen. "Put your legs up on my shoulders, Heather," Daddy commanded.

I did so – having to make an effort with my weary body – my feet barely reaching over his shoulders until he leaned inwards, curling my legs back – back until my knees were on each side of my head. I gasped as I felt Daddy bring his cum smeared fingers down to press against my asshole. I felt my anus pucker up, tightening the sphincter ring against his probing digits. "Daddy! Daddy, I'm so small – you'll rip me open!" I whimpered as I felt the strange sensation of his lubricated fingers push past my sphincter – felt my asshole tighten around his digits.

Daddy paused, fingers almost into my hole to the first knuckle and he looked down at me with eyes full of lust and sudden anger. "Is my slut daughter telling me no?" he asked.

Fear and arousal ignited inside me and as scared as I was, I suddenly felt a renewed desire to please my father again and I somehow found it within me to whisper as I looked into my Daddy's eyes, "Never, Daddy. Please fuck me – fuck my virgin ass and show me how a man...a father pleases his little girl!"

Daddy snickered and said, "Good answer, slut!" I gave a little cry of pain and discomfort as Daddy worked his fingers deeper into my ass and then another cry as he roughly pulled them out. We both looked down towards my crotch as Daddy rubbed his again erect penis against my flowered and wet pussy, lubricating it with our mixed juices.

Daddy then pushed my legs back a little more, curling me up almost into a ball – my toes rubbing against his ears and brought his thick cockhead up against my anus. "I love you, Heather," he growled as he began to press into my asshole.

I wanted to tell him that I loved him too, but I was too busy sobbing as it felt like something was ripping me in two. There was no brutal thrust into my ass like there had been into my cunt. Despite the lubrication of my and my father's cum, Daddy had to slowly worm his massive cock into my asshole, stretching my anus out in a leisurely fashion while I screamed in pain, flailing my hands against his body in a futile effort to make him stop.

When I finally found my voice, I sobbed hoarsely for Daddy to, "Please – oh God, Daddy, please stop! Too big – you're too big...no, no NO!" I felt so small and helpless under my father's body – his cock a huge, blunt weapon tearing my ass wide apart. As inch after unstoppable inch of cock slipped into my asshole, the pain escalated – I was crying so hard I could barely catch my breath and my skin became slick with sweat.

I don't know how much of Daddy's cock he was able to shove into me, but it felt like every inch of his long shaft and then some. I closed my eyes as if it could somehow ward away the pain until I felt his warm breath on my face. I opened my eyes to find Daddy's face right in front of me and he leaned in and kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth even as his cock seemed to back up a fraction and then thrust deeper into my bowels in the same motion.

I felt myself anchor my soul and my sanity on that kiss – focusing on the pleasure that was produced by our tongues sliding over each other. I stopped hitting Daddy's arms and back with clenched fists. Daddy's right hand slipped up my left arm until our fingers could intertwine. As we continued to kiss and his cock continued its painful assault on my asshole, Daddy drew my hand down, rising up slightly to make room for it between our sweaty bodies.

He pressed my hand against my own semen sloppy pussy and guided it into a circular rubbing motion. Pleasure immediately erupted to mix in with the searing pain as Daddy began to move back and forth, his thick dick agonizingly slow as it wormed in and out of my anus. The pleasure was a relief – a raft my mind could cling to as Daddy fucked my ass. He let go of my hand, confident that I would continue to masturbate myself.

"Not so bad now, is it, Heather?" Daddy whispered before kissing me again, leaning into me, trapping my arm between us.

Tears streamed down my face as I managed a shaky, "N-no, D-D-Daddy. I love it...I love you so much!"

Daddy grinned, a pleased look on his face as he ducked down and took one of my turgid nipples between his teeth, biting it sharply before taking much of my breast into his mouth to suck on. Pain flared anew within me, but this new pain was greatly tinged with pleasure...sweet, delicious, erotic pleasure. Daddy began to work his cock faster in my asshole, coated with a flood of cunt cream running down from my pussy, coating his cock, making it just a bit easier to worm his way back and forth.​