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Daddy's Little Darling by Marcel Proust

Daddy's Little Darling

PART ONE

It was the swimsuit that did it. Yes, when you get right down to it, everything 
that happened between me and my daughter Lisa that summer started with the 
damned swimsuit.

It was early June. I was in the living room watching television when Lisa walked 
in. She had just turned fifteen that spring, and there was no denying it any 
longer - Lisa was becoming a woman. Fortunately she had inherited her mother's 
looks; thick black hair that cascaded around her shoulders, an angelic face with 
wide, dark eyes and pouting lips. She was slim but fleshy, with the last 
remnants of her baby fat filling out her hips and giving her the same rounded, 
sensuous body that her mother had had, when her mother had still been around.

Lisa's mother was one of the sweetest gals I'd ever known. It's what made me 
fall in love with her, and that was really what broke us up in the end. June was 
beautiful and she could never say no to anyone, which is why I came home one day 
from work to find her in bed, her mouth full of the UPS deliveryman's cock. 
Luckily Lisa was at school that day, and by the time she came home, June and the 
UPS guy were gone. Lisa stayed with me, which is what all of us wanted, even 
June (although she'd never admit it), and together the two of us built up a 
pretty nice life for ourselves.

When Lisa got old enough to take on responsibility for the household chores, she 
went to it readily enough. Unlike most girls in their pre-teen years, Lisa 
didn't seem to mind doing her share of cooking or cleaning. In fact, she took on 
those duties with such youthful enthusiasm that I felt rather pampered. I think 
she enjoyed being the woman of the house, and to tell you the truth, so did I. 
Her mother had never liked doing these chores, and you could tell; the house was 
always a little disheveled no matter how much she claimed to work at it. With 
Lisa taking over, the house was always spotless when I came home at night. It 
was a good feeling, coming through the door and seeing a pretty, smiling face 
greeting me with a hug and a kiss. It made me wish sometimes that Lisa would 
never have to grow up, that she would stay as she was and take care of me 
forever.

But little girls always do grow up, and Lisa was no exception. But I hadn't 
realized just how much she'd grown up until that day she came into the living 
room, wearing her new swimsuit.

"How do you like it, Daddy?" she chirped brightly, doing a little spin in front 
of me. The minute I laid eyes on her, I was riveted. She was wearing a white 
one-piece, strapless, cut high on the hip. The thin, clinging fabric stretched 
tight over her body, proudly displaying her plump round breasts, their 
half-scoops peeking up over the edge of the suit, molding against her hips, and 
showing me a good portion of her slim, young legs. As she spun I caught a whiff 
of her perfume, a light flowery scent that was almost as intoxicating as the 
very sight of her.

I must have gasped or made a noise, because Lisa smiled and blushed a little 
bit. "Is it too much?" she asked tentatively.

I tore my gaze away from Lisa's voluptuous body and forced a thin smile to my 
lips. "Well...it's very nice," I managed, "you look very pretty in it."

Lisa beamed, and turned again, giving me a close-up view of her perfectly 
rounded ass. The swimsuit rode up her behind, and I could see most of her 
creamy, pale bottom, as well as the crack of her ass. I was wearing only a 
t-shirt and shorts, and I could feel my cock stiffening at the sight of her, 
daughter or not.

"I just hope you aren't going to let any of your boyfriends see you in that," I 
said in a dry throat.

"Oh Dad, I don't have any boyfriends," she said. With that, she bounced off to 
the back porch door. "Sherry and Ruth are over," she called out. "I'm going 
swimming with them, okay?"

"Okay," I called out to her, unable to resist turning in my chair to catch one 
last glimpse of her beautiful teenaged ass bobbling as she trotted outside.

My cock was harder than ever as I sat there, unable to keep the images of Lisa 
out of my head. She was my daughter, for Christ's sake! That thought dampened my 
animal lust for a moment, but before long I began to picture my beautiful 
daughter frolicking in the pool with her friends, her swimsuit wet and slick...

"Water," I whispered to myself. "Water. I'm thirsty." I got up and strode over 
to the kitchen, telling myself I wasn't doing anything wrong. I was just getting 
a glass of ice water, and if the refrigerator was right in front of the big 
picture window facing the swimming pool, well, that was just a coincidence.

I got my water and stood for a while, looking out at the backyard where my 
daughter and her friends were playing. The three of them were wearing their swim 
suits and splashing around in the pool. Sherry and Ruth were attractive enough, 
blonde and brunette respectively, but they were no match for my Lisa. Lisa 
outshone them all, and as I watched her jumping off the diving board and getting 
out of the pool, adjusting her suit as she did, I felt myself harden again. This 
time I took my cock out of my shorts and began stroking. As I did so, I finally 
allowed myself to think the dark thoughts that I'd been repressing. Thoughts of 
Lisa, and of myself, doing things to her.

I imagined myself out there with her, straddling her as she lay face-down on a 
blanket, rubbing suntan oil onto her bare back. I pictured my loving hands 
gliding gently down, to her lower back, massaging her youthful flesh, and moving 
still lower, to her gorgeous ass, as she moaned with delight and brought her 
rear end up to greet me. I kissed her ass cheeks as I pulled her suit off, and 
spread her thighs apart, revealing her moist pussy to me. I took my cock in my 
hand and slid it into her, gradually, slowly, savoring every exquisite moment. 
And then, when the agony grew irresistible, I rammed my cock home, into my 
daughter's sweet, willing cunt...

With a hoarse cry, I came all over the kitchen counter, the semen spurting thick 
streams onto the grey formica countertop. I pumped my cock dry, imagining myself 
coming into Lisa's little pussy instead.

When I'd finished, I looked up to see Lisa looking at me. For an agonizing 
moment I thought perhaps she'd seen what I had done. Then I realized that the 
window was too high to allow her to see anything. Lisa smiled and waved at me. 
Sighing with relief, I raised my hand (the one that wasn't covered with come) 
and returned her wave.

As usual after stroking myself off, I immediately felt guilty about what I'd 
done...or rather, what I'd been thinking of doing. Lisa was not only my 
daughter, she was also the sweetest, gentlest girl I'd ever known. The thought 
of defiling her like that, of depriving her of the chance to grow up like a 
normal young woman merely to satisfy his depraved desires, made me shudder.

And still...the thoughts, once planted, took root, and there was nothing I could 
do about it. On this day I had begun looking at Lisa in a different way, and I 
could see no way to change that. All I could do was to try and act normally, and 
hope that these aberrant feelings would fade with time.

***

The next day, I went to visit with my next-door neighbor, Harry. Harry's 
daughter, Jane, was in Lisa's class, and I'd met Harry during one of those open 
house nights at the girls' school. We'd become fairly good friends over the 
years, borrowing each other's tools when we needed, babysitting for each other, 
that sort of thing. Harry was also a single parent, his wife having left him 
years ago, so we had a common bond.

I spent the better part of the afternoon in Harry's kitchen, shooting the breeze 
and knocking back a few beers. After a while, the conversation turned to the 
subject of our children.

"That Lisa's turning into a fine young woman," Harry said, his voice a little 
slurred with the beer we'd been drinking. "She's a pretty little thing, isn't 
she?"

"That she is," I said, not exactly stone cold sober myself. "Seems like it was 
just yesterday she was a toddler bouncing on my knee. Now she's all grown up."

Then Harry looked me in the eye and said something that turned my blood cold.

"Have you enjoyed her yet?"

"What?"

"You know what I mean, Jack."

"Are you asking me if I've...touched Lisa?"

Harry laughed, snorting. "Yeah, I guess that is what I'm driving at. Shit Jack, 
your girl's a fine looking little piece, don'cha think? She's even prettier than 
my own girl. Don't tell me you haven't thought about - "

"Harry," I said quietly, "You're my good friend, and I know you've been 
drinking, but you'd better shut the hell up real quick here before I let you 
have it."

Harry just grinned. "You gotta get yours trained, like mine. You know how they 
are at this age. They start gettin' hot pants, runnin' around town with every 
Tom, Dick and Hairy Dick, if you know what I mean. Gotta keep 'em down on the 
farm, you know?"

Good friend or not, Harry's drunken ranting was pissing me off. If anyone else 
had said what he'd just said, I'd have knocked his teeth onto the floor. In 
fact, if he'd gone on for another minute, I probably would have done just that. 
But Harry lifted his head and called out, "Jane! Get in here right now!"

Jane walked into the kitchen. She was a cute little blonde girl wearing a silk 
blouse and a wispy skirt that blew up around her legs, showing off her slim, 
nyloned thighs and calves. When she saw me she smiled shyly, then turned her 
attention to her father. "What is it, Dad?" she asked amiably, but with a touch 
of nervousness in her voice. No doubt she knew he'd been drinking. "I was just 
about to go to the movies with Sher - "

"Come here," Harry commanded, and his daughter went around the table to him. 
Harry looked at me with a devilish twinkle in his eye. "Now this one," he said, 
"I've trained, and trained well."

With that, he slipped a hand up his daughter's skirt and began roughly fondling 
her ass. He hiked her skirt up around her hips, and I could see his fingers 
kneading her bottom, which was covered by a lacy pair of red panties.

"Look at this," Harry remarked, his hands all over his little girl's ass, "she's 
got whore's panties on." Then, to Jane, he said, "You're going out so you can be 
a whore for your boyfriends, is that it?"

Jane shook her head. She was afraid, but there was something about what they 
were doing that felt familiar, as if it was a regular ritual of their household.

Still rubbing Jane's ass, Harry said, "Because you know who your little pussy 
belongs to, right?"

Jane nodded.

"Then tell me," Harry said, "I want my friend Jack here to know, too."

Jane looked at me briefly, and whispered quaveringly, "My pussy belongs to you, 
Daddy."

"That's a good girl," Harry said gently, and turned Jane so that she sat on his 
lap. "See what I mean, Jack?" he asked, grinning.

"Yeah," I said hoarsely. My cock was throbbing in my pants as I watched this 
perverted play going on. In all my years of knowing Harry, I'd never suspected 
that he was up to something like this. I was shocked...but more than that, I was 
aroused, unbelievably so, by what my friend was doing to his own daughter.

Harry now had his hands up Jane's blouse, and was fondling her budding tits. 
"They're still a little too small to have real fun with," he remarked casually, 
"but they'll grow."

Now he plunged a hand down the front of Jane's skirt, and began stroking her 
pussy. Jane closed her eyes and began moaning softly as her father rocked her 
back and forth on his lap.

"Um, I think I should go," I muttered, getting up. Harry waved me back down.

"Don't leave yet," he said. "The fun's just starting. You want a piece of this, 
don't you?"

I looked at Jane, leaning back against her father, whose hands were on her tits 
and snatch. Her wavy blonde hair spread out against Harry's chest, and she 
looked so tempting like that, totally helpless.

My cock was raging. I'd only had a couple of women since June and I split up, 
and I'd almost forgotten what a woman's cunt looked like.

Harry only had to see the look in my eye, and grinned his devilish grin again as 
he lifted Jane off of his lap and ordered her to her feet.

"Like the girl said, her pussy belongs to daddy," Harry said, "but you can have 
the other end if you like." He looked down at Jane, who was looking up at her 
father with half-lidded eyes that were filled with a curious mixture of dread 
and desire. "Would you like to give Uncle Jack here some lovin'?" he asked.

Jane looked at me and nodded. "Would you like me to?" she asked timidly.

My head nodded itself. At that point I felt totally disconnected, out of 
control. The blood pounded in my head and in my cock, and neither knew what it 
was doing, but knew only what it wanted.

Jane leaned over my lap as I sat in the kitchen chair, and unzipped me. My cock 
nearly struck her as it leaped out of its confines and stood at full attention, 
its head nearly purple.

Meanwhile, Harry stood behind his daughter and lifted her skirt up. I could see 
her bare ass peeking out from her skirt, and my dick hardened a bit more. Then I 
felt Jane's lips touch my cock. She kissed my throbbing hardon all over, from 
head to shaft, little wet angel kisses that nearly had me creaming all over her 
face. Jane seemed to know when to stop, however, and she pulled back just before 
the crucial moment. Smiling up at me, she parted her lips and went down on my 
cock, taking the rigid meat into her soft, warm mouth.

I groaned as I felt my dick sliding between her lips, her rough tongue running 
over the sensitive flesh. Behind her, Harry had his own cock out and was rubbing 
it between Jane's ass cheeks.

I stroked Jane's pretty golden hair as she dutifully sucked my cock. I imagined 
Lisa's face there in place of Jane's, and that enflamed my passions further. 
Grabbing hold of Jane's head, I pushed her roughly down on my prick. She gagged 
a little as my cockhead hit the back of her throat, but her father had taught 
her well, and was evidently no gentler than I was, for she accepted my vicious 
thrusting with ease.

I saw Harry looking down at this with undiluted pleasure. No doubt it gave him 
pleasure to see his friend using his daughter as trashily as he himself did. It 
gave him pleasure to see his little girl acting the whore. Harry was pumping his 
cock in and out of Jane's pussy now, squeezing her ass cheeks as he rammed home 
again and again. Jane's whimpers of pleasure were muffled by my fat cock.

Once again I imagined my own sweet daughter's mouth loving my prick, and this 
time the image drove me over the edge. With a guttural cry I shot my load into 
Jane's mouth, pulling out only to pump more of my cream onto the little girl's 
face. All the while, I pictured Lisa's face as I covered it with my spunk, and 
her angelic smile as she licked it off of my cock.

Harry brought himself off a minute later, his prick spasming as he sprayed his 
daughter's ass with his jism. Jane went on her knees in front of us as we stood 
and wiped our dicks off on the areas of her face that weren't covered with my 
semen. Then she sucked us off once more each, to clean us off. Harry patted Jane 
on the head. "That's a good girl," he cooed. "Now go on and get yourself cleaned 
up. It's almost supper time."

Jane nodded. "Yes, Daddy," she said. She looked at me once again. "Did you enjoy 
me?" she asked, a shy smile on her come-streaked lips.

"Yes, God help me, I did," I replied, and Harry broke out laughing.

PART TWO

That night, Lisa and I decided to stay home and watch a movie. She wanted to 
watch Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade for about the zillionth time, and I was 
still so zonked and satisfied by that afternoon's encounter that I was in no 
position to deny her.

When she joined me on the couch, I was gratified to see that Lisa had decided to 
wear something more reserved than the swimsuit she had worn the day before, just 
a flannel nightgown that went to her knees. I was feeling guilty enough for 
having masturbated while watching her, and I felt that the best thing to do 
would be to put those nasty thoughts as far from the front of my mind as 
possible.

Still, as we watched Indiana Jones survive one deadly threat after another, I 
couldn't help but steal glimpses of my daughter's lovely legs. I saw a thin gold 
anklet around one slim ankle, and my heart skipped a beat. Somehow just looking 
at Lisa's legs was turning out to be a more erotic experience than seeing her 
nearly naked had been the day before.

Lisa, for her part, was oblivious to the depraved urges of her old father. She 
snuggled up against me towards the end of the movie, when sleep began to 
overtake her. I felt her warmth and smelled her sweet perfume, and had to hold a 
pillow over my lap to hide the growing erection that threatened to poke out from 
my pajama bottom.

By the time the end credits ran, I heard soft, regular breathing next to me. I 
looked over, and saw that Lisa had fallen deeply asleep.

I shifted over, intending to get up and let Lisa slide down onto the couch, but 
as I did so her head slid down the length of my body and ended up in the 
vicinity of my left hip. I froze. Lisa's face was just inches from my crotch.

I don't know why I did what I did then, it was such a reckless thing to do. But 
I sat back down on the couch, at an angle so that Lisa's head rested on my hip, 
and let my cock spring out from my pajamas. Her sleeping face was now so close 
to my naked prick that her lips nearly touched the shaft.

I began slowly stroking my cock then, my free hand reaching down to stroke 
Lisa's hair as gently as I could. The sight of my beautiful daughter's face 
right up against my prick was exciting beyond belief. It was more than I would 
ever have dared to do, except that my encounter earlier that day with Harry and 
his daughter had emboldened me. If Jane could be trained to accept her father's 
cock, perhaps Lisa...?

But for now, I was content to merely jerk myself off with my sleeping daughter's 
head in my lap. Her face looked so innocent, so pure, that the temptation was 
great to just plunge my cockmeat into her mouth and damn the consequences. The 
consequences, however, were too great to risk anything so foolishly bold. I 
loved Lisa more than anything else in my world, and I would do nothing to throw 
that away.

At least, not unless I thought I could get away with it.

Lisa shifted a little, but otherwise remained fast asleep. Meanwhile, I pumped 
my cock with increasing ferocity, imagining that flesh thrusting in and out of 
my little girl's mouth, her virgin pussy. Finally, I could stand no more. I let 
out a little groan as I came, my semen bubbling up like water from a hose, large 
drops of it landing on Lisa's cheeks and lips. As I pumped the jism from my 
cock, I worried suddenly that Lisa might choose that time to wake up, and find 
her father's come all over her face.

I quickly smudged the semen with my thumb, wiping off what I could and smearing 
the rest so that it blended into her smooth skin. There was one thick gobbet of 
cum on her puffy lower lip, and that I pushed into her mouth. She made a little 
face as she reflexively swallowed it, and I felt a warm rush of pure depraved 
pleasure as I realized that, if nothing else, my daughter had gotten her first 
taste of cum from me.

With careful haste, I put my penis away and stood up without wakening my 
daughter. I lifted her up from the couch and carried her to her bedroom. She 
stirred a little as I lay her down on her bed. She put her arms around me and 
kissed me on the cheek. "G'night, Daddy," she said blearily, and fell asleep 
again.

"Goodnight, honey," I replied, and kissed her back, on the lips. I stood to 
leave, thinking myself sated for the day, if not for the rest of the month, but 
as I did so I looked at Lisa once more.

If not for my raging, unconsummated lust, I would never have believed it, but my 
cock began to grow hard again as I looked at my sleeping daughter. Her flannel 
nightie had hiked up around her waist when I laid her down, and now I could see 
her white cotton panties, and her beautiful legs that were spread as if 
beckoning me to their dark center.

Unable to stop myself, I reached down and ran a finger along her inner thigh, 
and into her crotch. Ready to pull back if she so much as stirred, I slipped my 
hand underneath the thin fabric of her panties and felt her pussy, the soft 
downy hair barely covering her lips. My other hand went to her breast, and 
kneaded the firm, yielding flesh beneath the flannel of her nightgown.

My cock was rock-hard once again as I molested my little girl while she lay 
sleeping in her bed. Part of me told myself to get the hell out of there before 
she woke up, but the stronger part of me resisted. So I stood there, rubbing her 
pussy and tits, while my daughter lay dreaming what were no doubt erotic dreams.

With my cock poking out of my pajamas once again, I pulled Lisa's panties down, 
slowly, carefully, and off until they dangled from one ankle. Then, once again 
with exquisite care, I spread my daughter's thighs until I could see the pink 
flesh of her vagina opening before me like a flower. I leaned down and touched 
her pussy with my tongue, savoring the salt taste. Until now, I had only fondled 
her, as any horny father might do with his unsuspecting daughter. But now I was 
crossing a line, and I could never turn back. Nor did I want to.

I looked up. Lisa was still fast asleep. I'd known she was a deep sleeper; some 
mornings the alarm didn't wake her, and I had to shake her roughly by the 
shoulders before she'd stir. With a new confidence, I lowered myself to her 
sweet snatch once again and this time licked it, burying my face in her musky 
scent. My tasty little girl, I thought, and parted her pussy lips with my 
tongue.

I did this for several minutes, until finally I'd had enough, and wanted 
something different. I looked around and found a small bottle of hand lotion on 
her bedside table. I put some lotion on my cock, which was now raging again as 
if it hadn't just emptied my balls a mere hour hence, and knelt between my 
daughter's open legs.

I rubbed my cock head between her saliva-slickened pussy lips, and pushed it a 
little ways in. It felt like heaven, having my cock inside my own daughter's 
cunt, even if it was only an inch. It was enough, knowing that I was tasting the 
fruit of my own loins, defiling this innocent little girl without her knowledge. 
All the warm, fatherly feelings I'd had for her bubbled up, but now they were 
tinged with lust, and became something perverse...and incredibly erotic.

I pushed my cock in a little bit more, and had to fight to control the urge to 
ram it all the way in, to wake my little girl up by the act of deflowering her. 
Instead I thrust in and out by inches, enjoying what little I could of her 
sweet, delicious flesh. I stifled my delirious moans with my fist as I neared 
another orgasm.

Then I felt Lisa stir beneath me. Shock ran up my spine, and I froze. Lisa 
turned her head from side to side, as if caught in the midst of a strange and 
frightening dream, and then opened her eyes slightly.

"D...Daddy?" she mumbled, sleep fogging her voice. "Whatcha doin', Dad?"

My terrified brain scrambled for words. Here I was, kneeling between my 
daughter's legs with my cock quivering inside her pussy, and I was supposed to 
explain myself? "Um...D-Daddy was just m-making sure you were okay," I 
stammered, blushing furiously. What the fuck did I just say? I had no idea. I 
just hoped it would make sense to my daughter's half-asleep mind.

"Daddy, are you fucking me?" my little girl asked in a small, faraway voice.

My heart thudding, I answered shakily, "Y-yes."

Lisa mumbled something unintelligible and then moaned softly. "Mmmm...feels 
good."

My cock twitched when I heard those words. My heart in my throat, I ventured, 
"Do you want me to keep doing it, baby?"

Lisa nodded. "Yeah..." she moaned again, "don't stop, Daddy."

With that, I pressed my cock in deeper, until I felt my little girl's maidenhead 
resisting any further passage. "This might feel uncomfortable for a second, 
princess," I whispered softly.

"Okay, Daddy," Lisa murmured, smiling. She spread her legs wider for me.

The thought that I was about to deflower my own daughter filled me with hot, 
boiling passion. I thrust firmly and felt the resistance crumble as my daughter 
let out a surprised gasp. I slid fully into her, my hands on her waist, 
thrusting her pussy onto my cock. "Oh, Dad!" Lisa gasped, coming more awake.

I pushed harder now, my thrusting more regular, and Lisa's moans began to rise 
in pitch with my own. I lay almost on top of her, her legs up around my 
shoulders as I fucked my daughter with all the passion with which I had once 
fucked my wife.

"You're such a good little girl, Lisa," I managed between groans.

"I just want to make you happy, Daddy," she replied, her legs tightening around 
me. t\a I fucked Lisa until I felt an orgasm shudder through her, and she cried 
out with ecstasy. The culmination of her pleasure drove me onward, and soon I 
found myself ready to explode.

"I'm going to come, baby," I gasped.

"Come in me, Daddy," Lisa moaned. "I want to feel your seeds inside me."

Anything for my little girl. With a tremendous cry, I spilled my seed deep 
inside my daughter's virgin pussy. My muscles strained as I pulled her hard 
against me, my cock shoved up as far inside Lisa as possible without hurting 
her. I didn't think I would have much left for her, but as it happened, there 
was plenty. When I pulled out, after what seemed an eternity, creamy white 
pearls seeped from her wet snatch.

I pulled Lisa to me and I kissed her long and deep, like husband and wife 
instead of father and daughter.

***

Lisa and I fucked and sucked each other all the rest of that night, and the 
whole rest of the summer, too. She enjoyed playing the part of Daddy's Little 
Whore, and I of course enjoyed it as much. When I came home from work she would 
greet me wearing only an apron, and she enjoyed teasing me as she served me my 
meals like that, slapping away my grabbing hands and acting the demure innocent. 
Later, of course, she would drop such pretenses and submit to her dear father's 
every lustful whim.

It wasn't long before I brought Lisa over to Harry's house, to join them in a 
little four-way father-daughter action. Harry and I would jerk off as we watched 
our little girls go at it, and then when they'd had enough fun we would step in, 
trading our daughters back and forth all night.

One day near the end of the summer, Lisa asked to go to the movies with me.

"Sure," I said, "What do you want to see?"

Lisa shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "They're always changing the movie down 
at the theater I want to go to."

I knew instantly what she meant. She wanted to go down to the X-rated movie 
house on the south side of town. "Are you sure?" I asked. So far we'd kept our 
antics in the house, or among friends. I wasn't sure I wanted to risk exposing 
my daughter to any unsavory elements.

"Sure," Lisa said brightly, lust gleaming in her once-pure eyes. "I can handle 
myself. And even if I can't, I have my strong daddy to protect me."

So we went down to the porn theater. Instead of seats, the theater had long rows 
of leatherbound couches, like the seats in the booths at Denny's. There were 
quite a few men there already when we got there, but Lisa was the only woman. 
Most of the horny bastards looked up with glee when Lisa, who was of course an 
attractive young woman, entered, and they started pumping their cocks with 
renewed vigor.

I sat down, and Lisa immediately sat down on my lap. "I like this movie, Daddy," 
she said, loudly enough for everyone to hear. At once, like jackals moving in 
for the kill, the shadowy figures rose from their seats, wanting to get closer 
to what was no doubt going to be some hot action.

Lisa lifted her skirt, revealing nothing underneath but a gleaming snatch. She 
raised herself a little while I pulled my cock out of my pants, and then lowered 
herself down, leaning forward so that my prick could have easier access to her 
pussy. I eased into her, grunting a little as the funny angle bent my prick in 
new ways.

"This feels good, Daddy," Lisa moaned as she went up and down on my cock, "but 
my mouth feels lonely."

"Maybe some of these gentlemen would like to help you out with that," I said, 
and immediately a group of slobbering, sex-starved men began moving toward us.

Lisa feigned surprise, although of course we had worked all this out before we'd 
come here. "Are you sure, Daddy?" she asked.

"I think so," I said, playing the part of the hesitant but permissive father, 
which of course I was, although these horny bastards had no way of knowing that. 
If they had, they probably would have creamed themselves before they even 
touched my daughter. "Remember," I told her sternly, "you're Daddy's whore. Your 
pussy belongs - "

"I know," Lisa said, "my pussy belongs to Daddy."

Now a line had formed on either side of my daughter. She looked up at the first 
of them, who stepped eagerly to her, looking at me a little nervously as he did 
so. But I said nothing as Lisa eagerly swallowed the man's cock and began 
sucking in earnest. The man didn't take long to come, and soon he plastered my 
little girl's mouth with his semen.

As he staggered away, another one, this one old enough to be Lisa's grandfather, 
stepped up with his cock erect and ready for her attentions. She gave them 
willingly enough, and soon he too went away dazed and satisfied.

Meanwhile, Lisa continued pumping up and down on my cock. Despite a twinge of 
jealousy, I was aroused as hell watching these strangers defile my daughter's 
mouth with their pricks. Before long, I burst inside her, my come coating Lisa's 
cunt walls and leaking back out onto my crotch. I reached up to fondle her tits, 
and found a pair of hands there already.

Lisa was sucking off another man, who was kneading her breasts with polite care. 
"Suck me, you whore," he breathed. Lisa, ever the obedient girl, complied 
cheerfully, and soon the man cried out, filling her mouth with another load of 
come.

As man after man stepped forward to fuck Lisa's mouth, I marveled at my 
daughter's appetite for cock. I felt a funny sense of pride, too. I had taught 
her well.

Finally, Lisa had had her fill, and I had her get up and wipe herself off as 
best she could. Some of the men who'd been at the end of the line complained, 
but one glare from me silenced them. We left the theater, me dabbing cum off the 
front of my pants and Lisa with a cum-eating grin on her face. The guy behind 
the ticket counter stared after us in disbelief as we walked away.

Since then, our lives have gotten more stable, a little less wild. We've moved 
out of the small town where we lived, and in our new neighborhood everyone knows 
us as husband and wife. They know nothing of our dark little secret.

Some people would condemn me for what has happened between me and Lisa. They 
would say that what we are doing is an unnatural sin, a perversion of nature. 
But I love Lisa with the love of a father for his child, and I also love her 
with the passion of a husband for his wife. The way I see it, we have the best 
of both worlds.

THE END
