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                             Tickle

                               by

                             RHYMER


     A few months ago, my wife's mother was injured in a car accident.
She's going to recover, thank goodness, but she'll need looking after for
quite some time.  Jill's father passed away a few years back, so it was up
to her, as the only child, to take care of her mother.  It was with great
reluctance that Jill packed up and left me here alone with our 15 year old
daughter, Josephine.  Jill and I are very close; this is the first time
we've been apart since we met in college in '79.  But family is family, and
she had to go do her duty.  I had to stay so I could keep supper on the
table, and of course Josey has school to attend to.
     Unfortunately, Jill's mom lives in California and we live in Texas;
since she left in April we've been able to get together only once, and what
a wild, passionate night that was!  The way things are looking, she won't
be back til sometime in November, and until then we'll have to be content
with phone sex and masturbation.
     I'll tell you up front that I can't stand to masturbate.  I know that
sounds weird, but that's the way it is:  it pales next to the real thing,
if you know what I mean.  Jill and I had always enjoyed a vigorous, kinky
sex life, and I was used to getting it at least once a night.  Her absence
took some getting used to.  I finally decided, about two weeks into her
visit, that I was either going to have to take matters into my own hands or
explode.  I was dreaming about sex every night, and I'd wake up with a wet
spot on the bed where my prick had been leaking cum.  Embarrassing.  The
notion of cheating on Jill with another woman just to satisfy my own
cravings never crossed my mind.
     I woke up one Saturday with a raging, leaking hard-on, and I knew it
was about time to do something about it.  I grabbed a handful of tissues
and a tube of K-Y Jelly from Jill's nightstand, and went to work on myself,
all the while conjuring up images of fucking my delightfully luscious wife.
I'm no porn stud, but I do have a nice thick seven-incher, and Jill's made
it clear any number of times just how much she loves to suck, lick, bite,
and fuck my loverod.  As I thought about some of the most intense of our
fuckfests, I could feel the old familiar tingling begin at the base of my
balls.  Wouldn't be long, now, and I'd have this over and done with for
another week or two.
     Then there was a knock on the door, and Josey was saying, "Wake up,
Dad!  Breakfast is ready!"
     Shit!  I'd forgotten that my chaste little 15 year old daughter was in
the house with me, and might walk in at any time!  I cursed myself for a
fool and quickly hid my masturbatory paraphernalia under the bed before she
came in.  My nudity I could do nothing about; we're pretty fast and loose
about our clothing in this house, and I often sleep naked.  I just tried to
sit up in bed a little so my hard-on wouldn't be quite so noticeable.
     As I expected, she came in immediately after knocking.  Josey looks a
lot like her mother:  chestnut hair, big green eyes, and a lithe figure.
We'd have to wait and see about the rest of it; she's just starting to
develop, and I've been trying not to notice.  That morning she was still
wearing the long Care Bears tee shirt she uses as a nightgown, and looking
at her I realized how much she'd grown in the past year.  The shirt barely
covered the tops of her thighs, and I was struck at how long, lean and
lovely her exposed legs were.  She yawned and stretched as she walked
toward the bed, and the action pushed her budding breasts up against the
fabric, outlining her hard little nipples.  To my horror, my dick twitched
involuntarily, and I think she must have noticed, because her eyes widened.
I hurriedly crossed my legs as she approached, in a vain attempt to hide
the movement.
     "Eggs and pancakes all right, sleepyhead?  " she asked, to which I
replied, "Uh -- sure." Then she grinned, and pounced.  "Ticklemonster!"
     Oh hell, I though she'd outgrown that years ago.  I hate to be tickled
and she knows it, the brat.  She jumped on top of me as I wriggled and
squirmed; then I grabbed her hands to keep her from tickling me.  Somehow
her pubic mound ended up on top of my still- rigid cock, and I heard her
gasp as she realized what she was feeling.  That's all it took.  I exploded
like a bomb, spewing cum all over the place.  I collapsed and turned beet
red in embarrassment.
     She froze, staring at me; then her gaze went to the wet spot spreading
over the sheet just above her bare thighs.  "What happened?!"
     I swallowed hard.  "Uh, um, I think you can figure it out.  You
interrupted me at an inopportune moment, and when you attacked me, I, uh,
lost control.  God, I'm so embarrased.  "
     She smiled wickedly.  "Oh, that's okay, Dad, chill out.  Actually,
it's kinda flattering."
     "Huh?"
     "I mean, come on.  My own Dad thinks I'm sexy enough to -- you know."
     "You're the most beautiful girl I know," I said truthfully.  "But the
fact is, I was thinking of your mom.  You just happened along at the right
time and ended up in the, uh, right place."
     She shrugged, the wicked little grin still in place.  "Well, Mom's a
thousand miles away, and I'm right here.  What don't we take advantage of
the situation, if you know what I mean?" She was still in my lap, and I
felt her very deliberately move her firm little butt back and forth over my
cock, which was still quite hard.  Through the sheet, I could feel her hot
slit; it felt like she wasn't wearing any panties under her nightshirt.
     She proved a few seconds later that she wasn't.  My baby reached down,
grabbed the hem of her nightshirt in both hands, and slipped it over her
head in one fluid movement.  She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
     God, she was beautiful!  Her skin was soft, creamy, unblemished.  Her
body was slim and tight, flaring slightly at the hips but still slightly
boyish; nature wasn't done with her yet.  Her breasts rode proud and high
on her chest, little more than a mouthful, topped with small,
strawberry-colored nipples.  Down below, I could seen the soft bulge of her
pubic mound; light brown fuzz surrounded her pink-lipped honey-hole.  I
almost came again just looking at her!
     Instead I sat up quickly, tumbling her off my lap.  "No, Josey, no.
I'm your dad, and you're too young anyway.  This would be wrong."
     She climbed back onto my lap and pushed me back down onto my pillows.
"Ah, c'mon, Daddy," she purred.  That wicked little "fuck-me" grin was
back.  "We both want it, and we love each other, so how can it be wrong?"
Then she kissed me lightly on the nipple.  The sensations went straight to
my groin, and that was it:  there was no resistance left in me.  I lifted
her face to mine and kissed her hard and deep, leaving no doubt as to my
intentions.  My hands found her pert little breasts and started tweaking
her nipples.  In seconds I had her gasping for breath.  I rolled her over
onto Jill's side of the bed, God help me, and pushed the sheet aside.  Now
we were naked together.  My lips found first one and then the other nipple,
and I began sucking and licking and teasing them the way Jill likes hers
done.
     "Ahhh, ohhh God, Daddy, oooh, I've been dreaming about this for years.
" She grabbed my hair gently but insistently and pulled my head up to hers,
and we frenched for a while.  When I pulled away for a breath, she said
softly, "Oh, I love you, Daddy.  I've wanted to do this for such a long
time.  "
     " Really?  " I was shocked.  Frankly, I'd never thought about making
love with my daughter, though I'd occasionally found myself admiring her
blossoming body in an abstract way.
     "God, yes.  You're all I think about when I masturbate.  "
     Shocked again.  "You do that?  Since when?"
     "Every night since I was ten.  Sometimes I can hear you and mom doing
it and it just makes me wild.  I masturbate all night sometimes, thinking
about fucking you."
     Hearing that illicit word come out of my daughters innocent mouth sent
a hot thrill through me.  I never knew my little girl was so hot and so
highly sexed -- though it shouldn't be a surprise, considering the
extremely satisfying sex-life her mother and I share.  I looked down at her
and smiled.  " I love you, baby, no matter what happens."
     She smiled.  "I know.  And I'll be yours forever." She squirmed her
cunt up against my cock and groaned.  I could feel the wet heat of her
burning me like fire.  Then she whispered, "Lick my pussy, Daddy."
     Without a word I scooted down on the bed and laid my head between her
creamy thighs, and she opened her legs wide to accommodate me.  I looked
closely at my daughter's vagina in the bright morning light.  So like her
mother's, it was, right down to the sparse brown peach-fuzz and orchid-like
shape of her inner lips.  Her clitoris stuck out above her opening like a
tiny cock.  Her hole was barely discernable, even as wide as her legs were
spread; she'd be tight as the finger of a glove, if I guessed right.
Gently, I licked the inside of one thigh, and she jerked as if shocked with
electricity.  Then I languidly flicked my tongue across the juncture of
thigh and crotch; she jumped again.  Without further preamble, I thrust my
tongue into her young snatch.  She screamed and suddenly came so hard that
I think she blacked out for a second.  I was a little scared, but then she
began moaning, "Oh, Daddy Daddy Daddy, that was so great.  Oh God."
     "But I barely did anything!"
     "Well, do it some more!"
     I licked Josey through five more orgasms (count 'em -- five) in the
next ten minutes, and though she didn't come as quick or hard as she had at
first, she loved every minute of it.  So did I!  Josey's sweet little cunt
tasted sharp and fresh, even better than her mom's, and I can spend a whole
night there.  But finally I knew it was time to move on to the next logical
plateau of our newfound sexual relationship.  As she lay gasping from her
latest orgasm, I raised myself up over her, propped up on my elbows, and
suggestively rubbed my hard cock the length of her gooey slit.
     "Oh, yeah, Daddy," she gasped.  "Fuck me, fuck me!"
     I slid my length slowly inside her.  It was rough going at first:  she
was so tight I could barely make way.  Then I decided to try something that
had worked with her mom the first time we fucked:  I pushed her legs as far
forward as I could without hurting her, and hooked her ankles over my
shoulders.  It didn't seem to cause her any discomfort, and it gave me
excellent access to the depths of her cunt.  I still had to push forward
slowly, but soon my prick was buried in her to the balls.  God, she was
tight -- it was obvious that my baby was a virgin, despite the lack of a
hymen.
     All this time she was writhing and squirming beneath me, and wailing
like a banshee.  Thank goodness the house is well insulated -- otherwise,
what would the neighbors think!  She was coming from the second I slid into
her, and she kept coming the whole time we fucked.  I'm afraid I didn't
last too long -- she was too tight, and I was too excited.  When I came,
maybe three minutes later, it felt like a vein had burst in my head, it was
so intense.  I shot so much come into her that most of it overflowed her
snatch and dribbled obscenely down her legs and onto the bed.  We both lay
there for a while, stunned, then I rolled off her as my dick shriveled.
     When we'd recovered sufficiently, we talked about what we'd done and
how it had made us feel.  I felt closer to my daughter than ever before;
now my ingrained parental feelings for her were overlain by the more
direct, lust-tinged ones of a lover.  We were lovers now, she and I, and we
mutually decided we'd continue our sexual relationship from here on, even
after her mother got home.  Until Jill returned, we decided we'd sleep with
each other every night as a matter of course, and go nude around the house
so that we could fuck wherever and whenever we felt the urge.  That
decision made, we began exploring each others' bodies again.  I taught her
the fine art of cocksucking, and she seemed to catch on quickly.  She even
hinted that she was interested in some anal action, but we left that for
later on.  There's plenty of time for that before Jill returned.
     The next morning we made love twice before even getting out of bed --
doggie style first, then with her on top -- and I surprised myself after
breakfast by bending Josey over the kitchen sink and fucking her yet again,
this time fast and hard.  She just looked too cute, standing there wearing
nothing but a little apron, washing the dishes!
     Only days later did I think of the possibility of pregnancy.  When I
brought it up she laughed and said, "Don't worry, silly.  Mom's had me on
birth control pills for two years now."
     My wife's so thoughtful.  I only have one problem:  when she gets
home, how can I tell her I'm fucking our daughter?  Guess I'll feel her out
(to coin a phrase), and if she's against it, we'll just have to continue
our trysts in secret.  Though that could get kinda difficult to arrange...
     Oh, well.  I'm sure we'll think of something!


                            THE END

