Part 4

A couple of days had passed since the game of Truth or Dare, days which Becky and I had once again spent fantasising about Lucy. It was no secret now that I wanted to have sex with her, and Becky was very supportive of the idea - it had, after all, been her fantasy in the first place, before I had become obsessed with my beautiful teenage daughter. On the Tuesday afternoon, I arrived home from the studio at a little after four o'clock, expecting to find my wife and daughter engaged in the usual suburban round of homework and housekeeping, chores and TV.

Becky, however, had other ideas. Dropping my keys on the hall table, I saw a short note she had scribbled on the memo pad, letting me know that she had gone to meet one of her girlfriend's in a cool little coffee shop we'd frequented when we were a little younger. The note said she's be home around six, and we'd order take-out food when she got home. I scrumpled up the note and threw it in the trash, my thoughts immediately turning to Lucy. Was I in the house alone with my daughter for the first time since Saturday night? I checked the kitchen, which was empty, and peeked into the garden, but there was no sign of her. Finally, however, I found her in the lounge, sitting on the couch, dressed in a tiny little skirt that left most of her smooth, well-formed thighs uncovered, and the tight, revealing Hello Kitty T-shirt she insisted on wearing. Seeing her in a state of partial-undress, particularly right at that moment, was enough to get the blood rushing to my cock. Things had been a little strange between us since our intimate contact during the game of Truth or Dare, and I wasn't entirely certain how she felt about the whole thing. In my mind's eye, I could see the image on the TV screen as we watched her masturbate, as she had been carried off by the tidal wave of her orgasm and her lips had moved to form that sweet, seductive word that had so thrilled me: daddy.

And then, with a hot rush of guilt, I realised my baby girl was crying. Any lusty thoughts I had fled immediately. I cleared my throat, and she looked up at me, tears streaking her cheeks.

"Are you okay, Lucy?"

"Not really," she admitted, sniffing loudly.

"You want to talk about it?"

She nodded mutely. I crossed the room and sat next to her on the couch, my arm resting lightly around her shoulder. "What's going on?"

"I was just - I was just thinking about you and mommy and about -" She broke off with a sob.

"About what, baby?" I asked, squeezing her shoulder. "What's got you so upset?"

"Saturday night. When we played Truth or Dare."

My stomach tightened. Oh, Christ. "What about it?"

"I thought - " She sniffed, and looked up at me. "I thought you liked me."

"Of course I like you, Lucy, I love you."

"I mean in the other way, daddy. I thought - am I pretty, daddy?"

"Maybe this should wait until your mother gets home, sweetie," I said, trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous topics.

"So you mean I'm not pretty?" she cried out.

I knelt by the couch and took her hands in mine. "You're beautiful, Lucy. You're amazing."

"And am I... sexy?"

"Of course you are," I said lightly, trying to laugh it off. "You're a hottie! If you weren't my daughter, I'd..." I caught myself and stumbled to a halt.

"You'd what?" Lucy asked, the tears stopped, her eyes fixed on mine. I shook my head, not trusting myself to answer. Instead, she tiled her head slightly to one side. "You thought I was sexy when we played that game, didn't you, daddy?"

I nodded mutely. This conversation was moving into dangerous waters, and there was a gleam in Lucy's eye that I didn't entirely trust - surely she couldn't want that?

"But you didn't want to play any more?"

"It wasn't that I didn't want to," I confessed. "But there are some things that - you're my daughter, Lucy, and I love you very much, and I do think you're sexy, but -"

"And... do you think I'm sexy now, daddy?" she asked.

I cradled her in my arms, and kissed the top of my head. "Lucy, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. You're wonderful, you're amazing, and yes, you're damn sexy."

She met my gaze and smiled softly. "You're not supposed to swear, daddy," she whispered.

"I'm not supposed to do a lot of things, baby," I replied gently.

"Even if they're fun?"

"Even if," I said, with as much certainty as I could muster.

"Even if it's what you really want?" she asked softly, her face moving closer to mine, her moist lips looking so sweet, so inviting...

"Even if," I whispered in reply,

"Even if it's what I really want?" Lucy asked, her voice little more than a sigh, and I had no more words. Our lips met in a hot, hungry kiss, a kiss that spoke of deep passions and the urgent need for satisfaction. I pulled her hard against me, my fingers squeezing the tight flesh of her ass, our kiss as deep and passionate as any I'd ever experienced. She lifted her right leg off the floor and tightened it around my waist. I teased her tongue with my own, I sucked on her perfect bottom lip, and, all the while, my hands were moving over her body, up her thigh, pushing her tiny skirt up until was around her waist.

"Oh God, daddy, hurry," whispered Lucy frantically. "I need - I need you!"

At that moment, any plans I'd formulated on how to get my baby girl into bed vanished, along with any lingering doubts. This was it. Her arms tight around my neck, one leg hooked around my waist, the other resting on the couch. I reached down, hooking my arm over her leg, and unbuckled my belt. I roughly dragged my jeans and shorts down to mid-thigh, and my erect cock leaped up, the glistening tip lightly slapping against the crotch of my daughter's panties.

"Oh, please," she begged, her eyes bright with desire, the same look of wanton lust that I had seen etched on her mother's delicate features.

"Are you sure, baby? I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't, daddy. You love me."

I did, and she knew it. Kissing her passionately, I slipped my fingers inside her white cotton panties and pulled them aside. A single thrust, a glorious, wonderful thrust, and my hard, throbbing cock slipped inside of my daughter's smooth virgin pussy. Stars exploded, and the heavens caught fire. Lucy moaned in surprise, and I growled in pleasure, our lips pressed together, our tongues writhing, our bodies tangled together. I tried to thrust deeper, but our awkward position, half-balanced on the couch, made it impossible. Our mouths still locked in a lover's kiss, I reached out and took hold of Lucy's slender thigh, the one that rested on the couch, and encouraged her to wrap it around my waist. In my blind passion, I misjudged the move, and felt the couch slip away from us. I fell backwards, my shoulder blades hitting the soft cream carpet. Somehow, Lucy managed to keep her arms around my neck, and remain on top of me: as her knees hit the floor, her slick pussy engulfed my thick, swollen cock, all in smooth motion. She cried out, whether in pain or in pleasure I could not tell, her breath hot and sweet against my lips. She shivered violently, her balled fists pounding against my chest as she rocked her hips back and forth, trying to accommodate my prodigious tool in her sweet, unfucked snatch. Her mouth was open, her blood-red lipstick smudged, her moist tongue pressed against her top lip in an expression of utter ecstasy. Slowly, the rocking of her hips changed to a more insistent thrusting, the grunts and gasps that marked the passing of her virginity replaced by the deep, throaty groans of experienced lust.

"Daddy," she hissed, "oh daddy, you're fucking me so good."

"Where did you learn words like that?" I asked, but her only reply was a wicked grin and a vicious thrust of her hips that made by heavy, cum-filled balls slap against her butt cheeks. I reached up and pulled off her thin T-shirt, then deftly unclipped her bra and threw it aside, letting my darling daughter's beautiful breasts swing free. Raising my head, I caught her pert nipple between my lips, swirling my tongue around the hard flesh. Lucy hissed in pleasure, a sound I had heard her mother make on many occasions, and began to thrust faster, harder, consuming my cock, driving it deeper and deeper into her newly-fucked snatch. Her fingernails scored hot red scratches across my chest as she redoubled her efforts, her slick pussy clutching at my cock, her breath coming in ragged groans. Faster and harder she thrust her hips, until, suddenly, she screamed out in ecstasy, her hot snatch squeezing my thrusting cock, as her orgasm riped through her perfect body. Exhausted and sated, she collapsed on top of me, her lips kissing my throat and neck, her beautiful tits hot against my chest. I could contain myself no longer. Feeling my cock throb inside my daughter, I somehow managed to gasp, "Lucy, I can't hold it. I'm going to -"

"I know, daddy," she sighed happily. "Do it. Give me your love."

I threw my head back and clawed at the carpet as a boiling wave of spunk burst from my cock, filling my little girl's tight pussy to the brim. Jet after hot jet of sperm gushed out of me, draining me dry, slipping past Lucy's spasming pussy and dribbling down the shaft of my dick.

For a long time, we were silent. Lucy's head was on my shoulder, her breathing soft and regular. I stared at the ceiling and tried to understand what was happening - surely a man can't fuck his virginal daughter without feeling any kind of guilt or shame? This was a crime, after all - and yet, it wasn't. This wasn't rape, it was love. She wanted it as much as I did, and had enjoyed it too. We shared a bond that no-one else in the world could ever understand, not even Becky, as much as we both loved her.