Chapter 4

Madison was visibly shaking as she watched her father undressing. His six-foot-three, two hundred and twenty pound frame towered over her. Her eyes darted frequently toward the door and then back again until he was stripped down to his boxers. She swallowed hard noticing the front was jutting outward like the top of a circus tent.

Carl knew she was nervous, he could tell by her mannerisms but he wasn't about to back down now. He has come too far to let it go and even though it was accelerated greatly due to his wife's sudden departure, he was going to play this out to the end.

"Are you okay?" he asked hoping to reassure her of what they were about to do. Her head turned one again toward the open bedroom door.

"What if Momma comes in?" she asked not pulling her eyes away from the hallway. Carl smiled. She didn't know her mother was gone and was more concerned about getting caught than having sex with her father. That's a good sign.

"She won't, Honey, she's gone to visit grandma for a few weeks. That means it's just you and I all alone for the next two months. We're going to have such a great time," he told her leaning over to kiss the tip of her nose. He did that often when she was younger and it was long overdue. Slipping his thumbs inside of the waist band, he quickly slid the last remaining article of clothing from his body. Madison's eyes widen in surprise.

He had been very athletic all of his life and in high school won a football scholarship which was supposed to set him up for life once he was drafted to the pros. A knee injury his sophomore year sidelined those dreams forcing him to change his major to marketing. His senior year he met Theresa and a few months before graduating she announced that she was pregnant which profoundly changed the course of his life.

"Have you done this before?" he asked already knowing the answer. She nodded her head unable to tear her eyes away from his throbbing manhood. She had seen dozens of cocks before but none were that big. It was hard to tell, but it looked almost the exact same size as the dildo Matt had sent her. He was the perfect size to be their surrogate lover but it was her father.

Carl lingered next her, staring at her naked form. She was so beautiful. Her long brown hair flowed over the edges of her mother's pillow like a river of milk chocolate barely reaching the sheets of the king-sized bed. He stepped closer, his raging erection wobbling from side to side as he walked. Her eyes lit up as was suddenly hovering above her chest, a drop of pre-cum bubbling from the hole. She swallowed hard knowing what was about to happen.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked giving her one last chance to back down. He somehow knew that she wouldn't. This was something Matt wanted and so far she has done everything he's asked of her. He knew this would be no different. Taking her hand he brought it to his cock, feeling the softness of her hand against his taut skin. Instinctively she squeezed, her delicate fingers pressing into the fleshy pole, forcing the veiny flesh between them.

Over the years he has scared off more than a few women who never expected for him to be so large. At nine inches long it wasn't monstrously big but the girth was enough to frighten even a seasoned whore. Theresa wasn't a virgin when they first met but it took several attempts to penetrate her the first time. He was hoping the stretching exercises she was doing would make it easier to fuck her.

"Suck it," he panted, leaning closer to make it easier for her. It was so heavy it took both hands to control the angle as her lips enclosed half of the head. She could taste the sweetness of the bead of juice dripping from it. Carl pushed his hips forward, driving a little more into her mouth. The thick ridge crashed into her mouth but didn't enter. Her lips were pressed together too tightly. Another surge of sweetness flooded her tongue.

Reaching to fondle her right breast, she groaned as he squeezed it a little too hard. Easing the pressure, he rolled the budding nipple around his thumb and finger feeling it stiffen from his attention. Gently rocking his body back and forth he forced more of his cock into her mouth a little at a time until the high crown slipped in through her rigid lips. She moaned as another trickle of syrup seeped out onto her tongue.

Slowly he traced a wayward line from her right nipple, across her ribs on the left and down to her navel. Ticklish she squirmed from his light touch. Pausing only a moment, he went lower, enjoying the feeling softness around her bikini line. Tiny white hairs populated the area hardly noticeable except in the right light. His middle finger grazed the burgeoning nub situated at the top of her crack. The fissure was smooth and soft, showing no visible signs of labia.

Using two fingers on either side of her slit he gently spread them apart, exposing the butterfly-shaped labia minora that were just beginning to blossom. Her pearly clitoris peeked shyly from the hooded cover as his thumb tenderly rubbed around it. She sighed, enjoying the sensation.

Electrified by what was happening, Carl fought to keep from cumming. He knew she had swallowed cum before but he didn't want to unload so quickly. He wanted their first time to be special and prolonged. Her tongue swiping across his frenulum nearly drove him to the point of no return. Abruptly he withdrew his cock from her mouth, trailing a line of saliva and pre-cum in its wake.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked staring wide-eyed at him.

"God no, Honey, you were great. I just want this moment to last and I want to return the favor."

"What do you mean?" She asked unsure what he was talking about. She didn't have a penis so how could he 'return' the favor.

"I mean this," he replied shifting his hulky body around and nuzzled between her legs. Her head rose to stare curiously at him across her flat stomach. No one had ever done that before. As soon as his rough tongue slid across her slit and made contact with her little button, her ass came off of the bed a few inches. He dug in, worming the tip of his tongue along her pea-sized clit causing her to shake and moan. She liked it.

She had a rubbery taste and some of the lubrication from the condoms was still present. Through the excitement he had forgotten that she just had sex with three black teenagers prior to coming home but that didn't matter. He was licking the pussy of his twelve-year-old daughter and that's all he cared about. Tenderly sliding in two fingers, he was surprised at how wet she was inside. Did someone fuck her without a condom or was she just naturally that wet? He'd have to find out later.

His tongue followed his fingers, sliding in as far as it would extend, tasting her youthfulness and the lingering flavors of unwashed sex. Carl was so turned on that he was ready to explode, threatening to soak the comforter beneath him. As much as he enjoyed eating her, he had to stop or risk losing his first load on the bed. His cock was rock hard. Was it a result of the pill he had taken just hours earlier or was he just that turned on. Slowly he slid along her body until his cock was lined up with her slippery hole.

Flicking the head up and down her crack a few times, he took aim before guiding himself into her. Her pussy seemed small but surprisingly elastic as the head slowly tunneled inside. They gasped at the same time as the sensation overwhelmed them both. She was much tighter than expected but she didn't seem to have much difficulty accepting him.

Inch by inch he pushed himself inside of his daughter, feeling the slight resistance of her body as he burrowed in deeper. Her legs parted, giving him better access and perhaps to ease the pressure of his enormous manhood. Carl wanted to make love their first time, but his senses were overpowered and within thirty seconds of entering her, his cock began jerking wildly, flooding her hungry tissues with his incestuous semen.

He was so aroused that he didn't let the orgasm stop him and began moving his hips again, careful not to go too deep inside of her. No matter how wide her pussy was, she was still only twelve and not very deep. Fighting the urge to pound her hard, he held himself above her, watching her pretty face contort with every powerful push. Every third or fourth thrust went in too far eliciting a squeal from her in the process. He eased off briefly, only to resume his strong jabs in the same style as he did with Theresa.

She was incredibly tight and squeezed his cock like a pair of new leather gloves. His hips were a blur as he quickened his pace, driving his cock faster inside of her than anyone else in years. She was new, young and exciting, nothing like his clingy old wife. Once again he felt himself getting close. He wanted to hold back so that he could enjoy the sensation more, but rejected the notion. Why should he deny himself of this pleasure? After all he'll be able to fuck her any time he wants to for the next two months.

A loud moan reverberated inside the large master bedroom as he slammed his thighs into hers, his cock exploding uncontrollably deep inside of her. She winced when the bulbous end crashed into her cervix, pushing the tender organ up into her stomach. He was big, strong, and aggressive. She could feel his meaty appendage jerking and throbbing inside of her, filling her adolescent cavity with another load of his cum.

Her face was turned to the side, his hairy chest heavy on her cheek. She took short, shallow breaths as his much larger size seemed to crush her lungs. Her eyes focused on the dark brown hair sprouting from arm pits and swallowed hard seeing the beads of sweat racing down his biceps.

Finally after what seemed like hours his cock stopped moving inside of her and she felt it growing softer. It was still larger than any of the boys she'd had sex with, but at least it wasn't stretching her insides like before. He was panting hard from his exertions, his sweaty body feeling wet and sticky on top of her. Rising, he balanced himself on straight arms to peer down at his daughter. She was so beautiful.

"You were incredible," he whispered craning his neck to kiss the tip of his nose. That had been the way he used to kiss her when she was a little girl. She smiled. "I love you, Madison," he added shifting his mouth lower to reach her lips. She moaned, unsure how to respond. Noticing the clock he chuckled. It had only been eleven minutes since he first entered her and he's already cum twice. That's has to be a new record for him.

Slipping his hands under the small of her back he rolled over, pulling her along with him. She was so light he had no problem getting her over. His cock flopped out in the process, uncorking her throbbing hole, releasing a torrent of fresh cum onto his pubes. He could feel the wetness soaking through to his skin, but he didn't care. He just fucked his daughter and he was satisfied. The world could end right now and he would feel fulfilled.

Leisurely he traced large circles along her back, starting from the nape of her neck to the crack of her ass. Softly she panted, taking small, rhythmic breaths as her heart finally slowed. Her skin was moist, but not drenched like his. Her face rested on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing. It was as if he had just run a race as his heart was pounding in her ear.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked hoping for the best. Slowly she nodded. That was good enough for now. She'll lean to enjoy making love to him soon enough. His fingers made smaller and smaller circles, concentrating mostly along her tailbone. Periodically his finger followed the crack of her ass until it made contact with her little rosebud. The first few times she didn't respond so he applied pressure, trying to worm his index finger inside. Gasping she raised her head to look at him.

"Daddy what are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your finger is going inside my butthole."

"I know, Princess. A lot of girls like anal sex and I think you'll be one of them. Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass?"

"WHAT?!? NO! Why would they want to do that? Poop comes out of there, that's gross!"

"It's not 'gross', Honey. You'd be surprised at how many women love it. Your mom likes it," he informed her smiling. Wrinkling her nose he twisted her mouth. That wasn't exactly true as Theresa would never allow him back there. He was too big and she feared injury and the pain. Just because his wife wouldn't let him doesn't mean his daughter won't. It will just take some time to get her used to the idea. Plus he'll need to have her start stretching her ass like she did her pussy before he can try. His cock surged at the thought.

"Princess Daddy wants you to suck his cock again. Will you do that?"

"Huh?" she asked unsure she heard correctly.

"Suck my cock, just like you did a while ago. It felt really nice. You do it so well," he added giving her shoulders a slight push. She swallowed hard before sliding down his slippery body until she came into contact with his cock. It was tucked between his legs and flopped over his balls like a deflated fire hose. Getting her fingers around it, she lifted it, feeling it twitch inside of her hand. It was slimy and had a pearl-sized white bead resting on the tip.

"It's dirty," she whined looking back at his face.

"It's only cum. I know you've tasted cum before so just do it." She gave him a strange look. How did he know about that? Carl lifted his hips, causing the tip of his swelling cock to hit the left side of her jaw. Opening her mouth she pushed the stout flesh into her mouth before enclosing it with her lips. She sucked, tasting the saltiness of his cum.

Getting a ham-sized hand behind her head he slowly rocked it back and forth, pushing it just a little deeper each time as it continued growing. Struggling to keep up, she lifted her body, supporting them on outstretched arms as the girth soon became almost too large to keep inside of her mouth. The first time she gagged he lifted his head to make sure she was okay and noticed the pool of sperm matted in his pubic hair.

"Lick off this cum," he said using the finger from his other hand to point it out." She stopped sucking and looked at him. "Come on, Madison, it's only cum. I'll bet you've swallowed a lot of it lately, right?" She didn't answer but pulled her mouth away from his cock and stared at the glistening goo. She never really saw it like this before. Every time she was having sex they either wore a condom or came inside of her mouth. She never had a chance to see it this close.

"Hurry up already," he urged noticing her hesitation. Slowly she extended her tongue and touched the tip of it to the white slime. It was a little cooler than what she remembered and was getting cloudy. Carl pulled her face a little closer. "Its okay, Honey, just think of it as ice cream." Pressing her lips to the larges puddle she sucked slightly, drawing in a large amount into her mouth. Wrenching at first she swallowed hard, clearing her throat of the slippery liquid.

"Great job, Maddie, now clean the rest of it," he insisted calling her by the name he called her when she was very young. Placing a second pillow under his head to watch her he was startled when the telephone rang. Both jumped, staring at each other. Gingerly he reached for it.

"Hello?" he asked without checking the ID.

"I made it okay," Theresa said panting as if she was out of breath. "I'm at the hospital now and we're about to go check on mom."

"That's great, Honey," he replied with a strained voice. "I'm glad to hear," he added staring down at their daughter holding his erection and licking his cum off of him. Thank God she wasn't able to see what was going on.

"Is everything okay?" she asked as it didn't seem like it was Carl. It was his voice but he seemed different somehow.

"Yes, Honey, everything's fine," he told her noticing a clear globule of precum running down the top of his cock head.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh, working, as usual."

"Where's Madison?"

"She's, uh, eating something right now," he replied smiling about his pun.

"Make sure she stays home, I don't want her running all over the neighborhood again."

"Don't worry, Honey, I'll make sure she stays home and she will spend a lot of time in bed," he said winking at Madison.

"That won't be necessary, just make sure you keep an eye on her. She's been acting very strange these past few months."

"I know, don't worry, Honey, I'm on top of it, I promise," he said winking at Madison.

"Dad is waiting for my by the elevators so I have to go. Give Madison a kiss goodnight for me and don't work too hard."

"I can't help it, Honey. You know I'm always working hard!"

"Yes, I know. Too bad you're not working hard for me," she huffed, semi-joking. They said their goodbyes and he hung up, smiling at his daughter.

"Your mom wants me to stay on top of you," he said reaching for her arms. "But I think this time I want you on top of me."

Every time she had sex the guy was on top of her so being on top of her father felt strange. His cock was hard once again and ready for her, but he had to give her guidance on what to do. Soon she was kneeling above his hips, her back straight while holding his erection at full staff. Pointing it to her reddened slit her hole engulfed the head, as it extended her opening to accommodate the large size. She grunted as it pushed further inside.

With his head propped up, he remained still, his tall body lying flat while her thin legs straddled his hips as if she was riding a pony. Like a first grade teacher he began instructing her on what to do. How to move her hips, how to thrust her body, how to position her hands and legs and the amount of speed. As she tired he assisted by holding her waist and using her like a fuck-doll, bouncing her body up and down on his cock.

Both grunted and moaned as his cock ricocheted off of her insides, causing wet suction sounds to fill the room. She grew weak and her movements slowed just a Carl was reaching his peak. Holding her by the hips he began pumping her up and down, finishing the job she had started. She felt incredible and he was almost ready to cum for the third time inside of her.

Like a rag doll he thrashed her about, thrusting upward to meet the forceful strokes he had started, using her body for his own pleasure. For months he has wanted to fuck her but never thought it would happen. He was too big and she was too young but the major obstacle to his desire for her was that she was his daughter. That seemed no longer to be a problem.

Arching his back, her knees rose from the bed as his cock once again blasted deep inside of her. He could feel his cock jerking hard, shifting her insides about as if stirring a thick stew. She grunted, her hands grasping his chest for support. He was fully inside of her as she could feel it deeper than ever before. His spasms were constant and strong, feeling like the metrical tapping of a drummer's foot petal.

Satiated Carl collapsed, dropping to the bed like a wounded bison. Madison grunted from the impact, falling forward onto his chest and stomach panting. Both were exhausted and neither could move. Wrapping his burly arms round her torso he pulled her tighter to him, basking in the blissful sensation of making love to such a beautiful young girl. Exhausted, he shut his eyes feeling his cock slowly slipping from its saturated nest until only the head remained inside. Sighing he fell asleep holding his new lover tight against his body.

The room was dim when he awoke. Shaking his head to fully awaken, he felt odd about his surroundings. He was in his own bed but something was different. The memories of fucking Madison seemed like a distant dream. His body was clammy and sticky, his throat was dry and he had a strange taste in his mouth. Reaching for the lamp the room quickly filled with the soft light of a 40 watt bulb. Taking a deep breath he looked at the slumbering body beside him partially hidden by the sheet. It was Madison. Gently he pulled the covers away, exposing her lean young body.

She was on her side, her back to him and her knees slightly bent. Her long brown hair partly covered her face but that wasn't what he was interested in. Her spine was pronounced, each vertebra clearly visible from the top of her shoulders almost to the crack of her ass. Her skin was clear and smooth, softer than anything he could image. She lacked definition around her hips as her boyish waist eased into her thighs without distinction.

With her legs pulled tight, the cheeks of her ass seemed firmer and a bit higher than usual. It could be the way she was lying or perhaps his imagination. She stirred and he swallowed hard. A steady trickle of liquids leaked from just beyond her buttocks and he smiled. A large wet spot beneath her gave testimony to the amount of cum he had pumped into her body this afternoon. Reaching down he stroked his bloated manhood. It was rock hard once again and ready for more of her. He eased her onto her back, smiling as her eyes fluttered open like the wings of a newly emerged butterfly.

"Hello my princess," he whispered shifting his body. Rubbing her eyes she looked into the lustful eyes of her father as his mouth quickly found hers. She expected that it would happen again, but didn't realize it would be so soon. His hand grasped her wrist and pulled her arm lower; bring it into contact with his cock. Sighing she squeezed it knowing that was what he wanted. He moaned into her mouth before filling her oral cavity with his squirming tongue.

She had French kissed a few times but it was nothing like this. None of the boys really knew what they were doing but it was obvious that her father did. His fingers searched for her tender slit, as he gingerly inserted his middle finger. She moaned into his mouth, battling his tongue with hers for oral dominance. He broke off their embrace and smiled down at her.

"Let's make love again," he whispered kissing the tip of her nose.

Though sore she didn't deny him and spread her legs as he shifted his larger body above her. She was slippery and wet making it difficult for him to easily locate the small opening. With a gasp her body tensed as the swollen head pushed inside of her like a charging bull. Her hands held his forearms while he rocked her body back and forth, pushing his stiff manhood to the deepest part of her soul.

The longest they had made love was about nine minutes and she hoped it wouldn't take as long this time. Her privates burned and his engorged cock stretched her more than she could ever remember. Even though he was about the same size as the dildo, she controlled its movements and how deep it went inside. Should didn't have that luxury with her father as his cock repeatedly pillaged between her legs. Her fingers held his skin tighter as his pace quickened.

With her head turned to the side she watched the digital clock on the nightstand slowly changing numbers. It was 7:48 when she first looked and now it was 7:55 with no sign of stopping. The only sounds in the room were their grunts and moans and the steady smacking noises of their union. She was numb deep inside as the repetitive pounding of her insides desensitized anything his cock came into contact with.

The massive headboard began tapping against the wall as his tempo further increased. She shut her eyes, feeling the back and forth jarring of her body as he slammed into it like a tackling dummy. She wasn't sure how deep he was going as she couldn't feel anything below her waist. The clock became a blur as her head bounced back and forth from his efforts. She closed her eyes.

Her father roared above her head, his voice ringing inside of head as his body stiffened. She knew that he was cumming but could hardly feel his cock twitching within her. Slowly she eased her grip on his arm as his movements slowed to a stop. He was drenched and his sweat rained down upon her like the start of a summer rain. He jabbed his cock into her two more times, growling as he finished cumming, spewing the last of his seeds into her body before remaining still, panting above her. It was 8:02 and he was at last finished.

"Damn, Madison, you're getting better each time we make love," he whispered slowly easing himself away from her. She groaned as the bulbous head popped free of her tender slit, releasing a torrent of warm gel. Carl quickly covered it with his hand, reaching for a pillow.

"Lift your ass," he instructed holding the fluffy pillow next to her leg. Digging her feet into the mattress she raised her body, feeling his hand moving with her. Shoving it under her butt, he instructed her to relax and keep her ass up. The pillow under her raised her hips about eight inches, making it uncomfortable but she didn't complain.

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"You're leaking cum all over the bed. This will help keep it inside of you."

"I can go clean up," she offered starting to sit up. Carl stopped her.

"No, Honey, you just rest for now. You've had a busy day and I'm sure you're tired. Just stay like that until I return."

"Where are you going?"

"To pee and get some water. You really drained me," he said leaning over to kiss her. She smiled.

Madison glanced around the room while he was gone. Her mother never allowed her to play in here and always told her to leave when she was there. It was strange being in 'her' room, in 'her' bed and having sex with 'her' husband. She had to chuckle at that. Even with her hips thrust upward she could still feel something dripped down the crack of her butt. As sore as she was she hoped that it wasn't blood and reached to touch it with her hand. It was all white and slimy. No blood. Wiping her hand on the pillow she sighed and thought of Matt.

"Missed me?" she heard her father's voice from the doorway and turned to see him heading toward her carrying a glass of water. She smiled, trying to sit up. "Hold on, I didn't say you could get up. Just stay there for a while."

"How can I drink?"

"Lift your head, I'll pour it," he said getting his hand under her neck. "I'll help you." She was very thirsty but the angle was too awkward to drink much. He set the glass down and stood next to the bed looking at her. "You really are beautiful, you know that?" She didn't answer. "I think we need to raise your ass higher," he informed her noticing the trickle of cum was still present. Reaching for another pillow he grabbed her legs from under the knees and lifted her, struggling to get the second pillow under her

"There, much better," he added going around to the other side.

"This is uncomfortable."

"Yea, I know but it's necessary."

"I could just clean up."

"No, that's not necessary. Just stay like that for a few more minutes and everything will be okay," he said lying beside her, his face next to hers with a big grin. "Tell the truth, Honey, did you enjoy our love making?" She didn't really as he was too big to feel good but she wasn't about to say that. Slowly she nodded, glancing past his shoulder toward the clock. Matt was probably waiting to talk to her.

"I'm glad," he said placing his cheek against her chest. His left hand began tracing circles along her abdomen, slowly zeroing in on her navel like the eddy of a emptying bathtub.

"Too bad you can't have a baby," he said listening to her steady breathing.

"HUH?" she called out not sure she heard him correctly.

"Wouldn't you like to have a baby?"

"NO!"

"Why not? I think I would be great!"

"Daddy! I'm only twelve!"

"You'd be thirteen when the baby's born. That is if you got pregnant now."

"I won't."

"You're right. I was just thinking out loud," he said lifting his head to smile at her. "I've always wanted a son, you know. No offense, I'm delighted you're my daughter, even more so after today, but a man needs a son."

"Why don't you and momma have another one?"

"It's complicated. She had some problems while she was pregnant with you and she had to have a partial hysterectomy. She can't have any more or believe me; you'd have about five or six brothers and sisters right now!"

"I guess I'm lucky then, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"That you can't get me pregnant," she replied gloating over her knowledge of incestuous sex.

"Yea, but I still want a son. I need a son. Someone to throw a ball with and to teach him all about football. I was a great player, you know, but an injury took me out for good. If I had a son he could carry on my legacy and finish where I left off! He'd be a great player."

"You can adopt."

"It's not the same. He needs to have my genes to truly be my son. Besides, how could I be sure he'll be a great ball player if he's not mine? He could be some nerd or computer geek or something lame like that. No my son needs my DNA to be MY son."

"I dunno, Dad. Have you talked to mom about this?"

"No. I never wanted her to feel bad about not giving me what I wanted. She's known since the very beginning that I wanted at least one boy, maybe two. After what happened I couldn't bring myself to talk about it. There would be no point as there's nothing she can do."