Little Girls, Big Breasts
(Mm+/ff, dog, teen, inc, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Indifference is probably the most damaging emotion, or lack of emotion, anyone can allow to exist. She was, after all, only a child.

As she walked down the arrow-straight road from the school bus towards home, her head barely cleared the taller hedges and her blonde hair tossed at her shoulders, one of which was slightly raised from the effort of carrying her schoolbooks. She had a light, inoffensive manner of staring through every gate and through every window which looked inviting as she stepped along. The quickness of her glance seemed right for her pert walk, her petite, lean 4'11, 90-lb. frame, her age, but this quick gaze was dictated also by the quickness of her mind and temperament. Her only physical betrayal was her breasts. For a small girl, they were very large. Dawn's breasts had burst onto her chest seemingly overnight, and with them came a lot of discomfort, trying to carry around a full, plump D-cup on such a small frame. And with those breasts came the curse of libido. She would soon take advantage of the many sexual opportunities that would be available to her.

Thirteen-year old Dawn Traxl was precocious, an inventive young genius, a soon-to-be sexual dynamo. Her long blonde hair twirled as she spun her head for a quick look at anything interesting, but what interested her most in this old, familiar Cape Cod neighborhood was not the respectably stuffy people or the $750,000 dollar houses so much as the newness of her own experience. Dawn was fast becoming a woman, and she was very much aware of the fact, and aware too of the subtle changes that were going on inside her slowly maturing body. When asked her age, she said she was "going on fourteen," and it was true. Dawn would be fourteen in only eleven more months.

Not too far behind Dawn, Dirk Traxl swung his big Rolls Royce around the corner by the school bus stop. The car was a rich lustrous black, only a few months old, but already covered with dust. Inside a crisp unseen voice droned out the day's predictable news of scattered wars and disasters which Dirk gave only half an ear to. The interior of the car reeked of new leather, although it had already acquired an unkempt look from a back seat covered with papers, a kleenex box broken and spewing its contents over the rear shelf, and sand, dried mud, and a forgotten soft drink bottle on the floor.

Dirk valued the quality and prestige of an auto only when he bought it, seldom giving it a thought thereafter, since to him a Rolls, no matter how new, was nothing new. It was checked only when his garage phoned him to remind him to bring it in. As forgetful and distracted as he was these days, he should have had both a chauffeur and a mechanic, and before long, he probably would.

While he was so preoccupied by his troubles to give only half an ear to the news, and not to notice at all the early degeneration of his car, his eye spotted rapidly the beautiful young blonde girl on the road ahead of him. She had on a very short skirt which bounced along with her walk, revealing every few steps the beginning of the curved, full rise of her smoothly rounded buttocks clad in what seemed to be pink bikini panties. He looked more closely at the spot where the short skirt sometimes bounced up as he guided the car along behind her absent-mindedly by instinct. Yes, they were pink, this little blonde bombshell had on pink lace bikini panties! He could even see the tight, firm cheeks of her almost naked buttocks rise and fall beneath the skimpy pink cloth, jiggling sensuously and invitingly, until he got too close and could no longer get the right angle. If only he could slow down without being obvious! Now he raised his eyes to the narrow girlish waist and the delicate curve of her back rising to slender sloping shoulders under a faded, clinging sweatshirt.

Traxl came up directly beside the girl and saw now that the jutting breasts beneath that sweatshirt were bouncing provocatively together with her walk but not as much as he had expected. They seemed taut, firm and youthfully full. Yes, but not as much as the tightly revealing clothes, the full hips and buttocks, the long inviting bare legs, and the long swirling blonde hair would suggest. The girl must be very young and, as a matter of fact, those must be school books under her arm. But damn was she appealing! Her stiffened nipples thrust enticingly far out against the worn material of her clinging sweatshirt. Jesus! That he could see! If only he could slow down, or if only he were on foot and could follow her; but no, now he was fully past and he raised his eyes directly to her face and found himself looking squarely at... could it be? his own daughter.

His own daughter! Holy Jesus Christ! And he had been looking her up and down like some cheap whore! Fortunately she had not noticed him, looking instead into the yards of the houses she was passing, and he shifted his gaze and continued driving, badly shaken emotionally. This girl whom he had examined as best he could from ankle to breast, on whom he had allowed his frustrated, sex-starved desires to speculate wantonly, this girl was his daughter Dawn, his own child. Christ almighty! But she had not seen him and he continued driving. Perhaps he should stop, or should have stopped, to give her a ride the rest of the way home; but now, thank God, it was too late.

Dirk Traxl guided the dusty Rolls Royce down the long straight road and into an opening in the hedges which led to his garage. There he parked the car, gathered up some of the papers from the back seat, knocking others onto the floor, and rushed into the house with them. The house was cool, quiet, and deserted, and he was glad for that since his present guilt demanded peace and solitude. He called out his wife's name perfunctorily, but he knew she would be out on one errand or other. There was no answer.

He went up the winding staircase and directly entered his study where, tired, without giving a thought to changing his clothes, his hands trembling as they clutched the papers, he sat down at his desk. Peace was what he needed, and he would just sit now and think the whole matter through. He laid the papers down and began to sort through them, spreading them out before him. Oh yes, there was the property transfer for the new fish hatcheries, and the rough draft of the prospectus for the Hyannis hotel which he had to look over, these things were fairly reassuring.

Yet he could not concentrate and his mind drifted until he opened the cabinet at his side and poured a Scotch, downed it, and poured another. This should have calmed him, but instead it merely removed the last inhibitions in his mind standing between him and direct contemplation of his young daughter Dawn's lust-inciting body. His thoughts returned to the road and the full profile of her full firm breasts, the swell of her rounded young buttocks rising and falling invitingly beneath the pink bikini panties as she walked, the gentle untouched virginal look of her curvaceous body together with her light skin, her bare arms and legs, her long blonde hair... He polished off a third, and then a fourth, Scotch, and then the world began to soften around him.

Dirk suddenly leaped up, raced out of his study and ran shakily, all the way down the stairs to the basement. There he found a large nail and hammer and carried them back up to the study, where he stood heart thudding, hands trembling, facing the wall separating his study from Dawn's bedroom. Despite the influence of the alcohol, which had now turned him into a different person, his mind still hesitated. Yet his hands did not; he held the nail at eye level and pounded through the wall. He removed it, blew out the plaster and wood, and yes, there was a direct view into his daughter's bedroom. And she would not see the hole since her walls were finished in a rough knotty pine.

He returned to his desk and pretended to look at the hotel prospectus, but he knew he was pretending, really waiting to peek through the hole.

There was a noise downstairs.

As Dawn entered, she too thought the house was empty. Looking through the pile of mail and finding none for her, she dropped her books on a chair and began slowly climbing the circular staircase. Like her father, the young teenager had put in a long day and was tired. She entered her bedroom next to her father's study, closed the door, sighed, and immediately started to undress.

Dirk stood with his eye pressed hungrily to the hole he'd just drilled as his curvaceous teenaged daughter pulled her sweatshirt quickly up over her head, unzipped and dropped the short skirt, and turned unknowingly to face him as she removed her bra. Her full, uplifted breasts swayed lushly into naked freedom right before his eyes. Against the milk-white skin of the proud young breasts her small erect nipples stood out as inviting pink buds, as cherries only waiting for someone to pick. Dirk's eyes scarcely had accommodated themselves to his daughter's quivering white breasts when she slowly peeled down the sheer pink panties and tossed them onto the floor, revealing a tiny blonde triangle of sparsely curling pubic hair, at the bottom of which he could see the start of the gentle fleshy folds of her pussy. This was his daughter, God almighty! What a body! What a tantalizing and unbelievable body! Young and virginal, but physically a full woman, perfect in her lush nakedness.

Dawn was not posing, did not suspect that she was observed, and as soon as the pink lace panties dropped to the floor she bent immediately to pick them up, turning her back to the wall, the round trembling cheeks of her buttocks spreading enticingly as she stooped, revealing the other end of her thin pink cuntal slit through the curly blonde pubic hair from the rear, and farther up the shadowy cleavage between the upturned half-moons of her buttocks, Dirk stared heatedly at the tiny secretive ring of her ass.

She sprang back to her feet and moved around the room putting her clothes away. Her heavily swaying young D-cup breasts popped in and out of view as she walked about the room, and her firm but fluid buttocks rose and fell, rose and fell, as they had on the street except now it was so much more lust-inciting to see them naked. Dirk was sure she was unconscious of his gaze, yet even so she seemed to like being naked, or at least not to consider it unusual as she put her clothes away, straightened up the cosmetics on her dresser, moved to a window to glance through a crack in the drapes out at the sky and the ocean.

All the while Dirk kept his eyes glued to his daughter's body. And what a body! He had never suspected it was this good, before today he'd never given it a thought. Occasionally the alcohol he'd drunk dimmed his focus, but generally his view of his young daughter's curvaceous body was extremely clear, as the large straining bulge in Dirk's pants obscenely announced. He looked at the tender, still unwrinkled body as it nakedly circled the room, still tanned from last summer except for the two narrow strips of white from where the skimpy bikini bathingsuit had been. He watched the round, pliable cheeks of her smooth young buttocks knead against each other, swaying side-to-side at the bottom as well as up and down while she walked; he drank in the upturned spheres of her ripely budding breasts set close together with the taut pink nipples rising into tantalizing little buds; he studied voraciously the lips of her virginal cunt which undulated beneath the sparse blonde triangle as she walked.

With Dirk's eye at the nail hole so full it was popping from his head, Dawn suddenly pulled a pair of white nylon panties from the closet and tugged them on, for a moment giving an unwittingly good view of her entire young pussy. Then she took a sheer white bra, worked the soft flesh of her breasts into the lacy cups, and forced the back shut. As she topped this off with a short, loose-fitting house dress, her smooth cream-white body already began to fade into Dirk's memory.

But what did not fade in Dirk's mind was the guilt.

He returned to his desk and passed what he had done over and over in his mind, unable to think of any excuse or justification for his behavior. She was, after all, his daughter! His own daughter, only a child! Yet that body.

One excuse in time did occur to him and now sat almost empty at his side, his ender of troubles these last weeks, the bottle of Scotch.

Dirk heard Dawn close the door to her bedroom just as he was fighting an impulse to check the hole again to see if she was still fully dressed. Dirk groaned, and forcibly steadying his hands, poured himself another large, stiff drink, downing it with a shudder.

Cape Cod was nice in the spring, but as he walked, Dirk Traxl was only partially aware of the green trees on his street, the sounds of the many birds, and the seagull coasting overhead. The spring was well along now, and throughout it Dirk had been, to his credit, more aware of the spring than of the fact that he owned a Rolls Royce, yet this awareness was crushed by his brief look at his young adolescent daughter Dawn's body. He had not looked through the hole in the wall again, though he had not patched it up, either.

Still a block distance from the neighborhood grocery, Dirk was intrigued to see Dawn emerge onto the porch of the Green house along with her boyfriend, Mark Green. They were holding hands as they walked down the steps, then Mark seemed to look around them to see if they were observed, not noticing Dirk in the distance, and they went toward the Green garage. The garage door opened, in went Dawn and young Mark, and the door silently closed.

Mark was only fourteen, a tall thin boy, slightly awkward and shy, and Dawn was only thirteen. Yet Dirk had just seen them with his own eyes go into the garage and he was genuinely shocked because Dawn was not even allowed to date. She called Mark her boyfriend, but that only meant they went to one another's houses and to the beach, under parental supervision. Parental supervision! There seemed to be little of that at the Green house! But that's just what he himself would supply, and he would supply it right now. First, however he had to make sure his suspicions were correct.

Dirk scanned the quiet, empty street to see if he was being observed, then walked to the side of the garage until he was totally hidden by a row of bushes and the garage wall. There was a small window, and he cautiously raised his eyes to it until he could see inside to where Dawn and Mark, in profile, were sitting next to each other on a pile of boards about four feet away from the window. Mark was saying something to Dawn and she was only smiling in return, although her long blonde hair tumbled onto his shoulder. Perhaps this was not so bad after all; it seemed innocent enough.

Dirk was preparing to leave when he saw Mark suddenly push his hand up and clumsily grope at one of Dawn's ripening young breasts.

He saw it! His daughter being pawed! And by that conniving young snipe, Mark Green, who had eaten with them many times, who he'd driven to the beach, who he'd sat up evenings playing checkers with, who in short, he'd trusted. Dirk would walk in right now and paste Mark in the nose, but no, Mark was too young. Better to simply break the two of them up, and then to later vent his rage verbally on Mark's father, Jason Green, the car salesman, who Dirk couldn't stand anyway. He was about to take this course, when taking a last glance in the window, he noticed his daughter's reaction and it held him spellbound.

Her lips were parted in passion, and she was gyrating her softly mounded breasts beneath the young boy's exploring hands.

Then she reached up and, without further ado, began to unbutton her blouse as Mark watched with greedy, bulging eyes the narrow cleavage of her large young budding breasts come into tantalizing view. Then Dawn shrugged her blouse to the ground and it was clear that she, innocent Dawn!, had worn no bra. Had she planned for this outing? Her softly swelling young breasts stared out into the garage in quivering, self-conscious nakedness.

Dirk was shocked beyond words, yet his attention was fully captivated by the salacious sight of his daughter's taut large breasts, one of them being gently cupped and massaged by Mark as he fastened his eyes on the other one and Dawn threw back her head. Her nipples were cherry pink, small and nicely shaped, and protruding straight out. She took Mark's free hand and forced it onto the other naked breast and now Mark was kneading the pliant dough of both shamelessly naked mounds, forcing them together, then flattening them, squashing them, squeezing them, and churning the sensitive nipple-buds into pebble-hard passion. Dawn dug her fingers into her boyfriend's hair, and forced his head down until his mouth found one excitedly throbbing little nipple.

Dawn had done that, Dirk vaguely noted in his mind, not Mark, but Dawn; and, holy Jesus, Dirk could not believe what his 13-year old daughter was doing now. She was dropping her hand slowly downward on Mark's trembling young body, rubbing and pressing against his chest, playing with her fingers between the buttons in his shirt, then running her hand down farther and with no formalities unzipping his fly in a single lewd motion, sticking her hand in, and greedily pulling out his youthful penis. In her hand the young boy's teenaged cock was still half-soft, but, as she looked at it with obscene fascination and experimented, running her fingers over the smooth rubbery head, then clamping her hand around and beginning to softly massage it up and down, it grew ever large and harder. She was staring at it, as wide-eyed as Mark, who had one softly fleshed breast covered with red marks from his pawing fingers and the other totally wet from his mouth, was staring at her passionately heaving D-cup breasts. What her father didn't know was that she was staring so wantonly because she had never seen or touched one before and it fascinated her, this peculiar hard, rubbery device that she now controlled in her massaging hands but which she well knew was capable of penetrating, of subduing her virginal body.

And outside the garage, Dawn's spying father watched the whole lewd spectacle from the window, beyond all thoughts of breaking it up, now, for his own guilt came into play, he was complicit in what was going on here, he was watching and moreover he was enjoying watching. Yet his parental feelings were nevertheless bruised when he saw Mark, on his own and no longer needing prodding from his girlfriend, began to run his hand searchingly downward over Dawn's innocent body. His groping hand reached her bared knee, and Dawn froze momentarily at the unexpected contact crawling insect-like over her naked sensitive flesh.

The aroused teenager, unsure, rubbed her knee for a full minute as though that were his only interest, then his massaging fingers slowly crept an inch higher. He continued rubbing, stroking, raising his hand almost unnoticeably farther up her tapered young leg until he was sneakily pushing the hem of her short dress. Soon enough his relentlessly moving hand was halfway up to the crotch band of her sheer panties and then it was all the way up and, trembling, reaching for the soft smooth mound enclosed so temptingly beneath the white nylon panties up between her legs. His fingers made tentative contact and Dawn jerked, but simultaneously she spread her shapely legs a tiny bit to give him better access. Mark understood and began to run his fingers hungrily over her warmly moistened pussylips, pushing, and discovering. Soon he was pressing gently up into her widespread little cunt, but still separated from her naked pussy by the thin white panties.

The excited young blonde squirmed away a little as her friend's middle finger began a gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her skimpy nylon panties into her suddenly throbbing cuntal crevice. She sat on the pile of boards with the boy's erect, blue-veined 8-inch cock clasped in one hand, and her enticingly curved legs now widening more, relaxing somewhat to admit Mark's more-persistently probing hand.

With a lustful lurch, the hand probed suddenly beneath the tight elastic leg band of the panties, and Dirk shuddered watching the outlines of the boy's searching fingers make contact with his young daughter's inviolate pussy up beneath the sheer white material. The fingers began to stroke, finding a slow teasing rhythm, pressing lewdly into her thin spread cuntal slit now, as Dawn herself, head thrown back in lewd abandon and unaware of anyone, began, to Dirk's shock, to grind her hips experimentally, and her head began to toss.

Dawn had done this herself sometimes, but to have someone else fingering her excited pussy was a new experience, and her young round buttocks lifted up off the pile of boards, grinding back and forth to the obscene tempo of the fingers probing tantalizingly up into her pulsating opening.

Suddenly Mark pulled his hand away from her impassioned cunt and peeled down her flimsy panties as far as her knees, then returned his hand to stroking her hairy furrow also running some extra explorations over her now nakedly accessible white buttocks. Dawn wiggled her long, dangling legs from the wood pile to shake the panties off the rest of the way, finally succeeding in kicking them forcefully to the ground. Her lewdly exposed pussy was in full view to her father now from the nearby window as the teenager stroked his extended middle finger up and down her parting blonde-fringed slit which was wet from the secretions seeping excitedly from Dawn's pouting pink pussylips. The finger slid up as far as the tiny pink bud of her erect little clit, and probed desirously down as far as the very opening to her virginal cunt.

Dirk's precocious daughter now totally relaxed her full inner thighs to give the young boy greater access to her slippery cunt, and at the same time increased the lewd tempo which she so enthusiastically stroked and jerked his swelling cock in wide-eyed fascination. With each obscene stroke the youth's stimulated penis expanded into greater lust-inflamed hardness, just as Dawn gyrated her hips more, her naked white buttocks lifting well into the air now in wanton invitation as she helped Mark skewer his extended middle finger into her tightly resisting hymen, entering slightly into her narrow unstretched pussy. She seemed to like it even though it hurt, and she twisted her blonde-fringed cunt wantonly around his inserted finger. She stared shamelessly at the ever-enlarging cock against which her hand looked like a doll's. And then, her own excitement seeming to egg her on, she bent her head, her long blonde hair tumbling around the boyish cock, to get a closer look, her pussy still thrashing wildly all the while into Mark's cupping hand, which had the finger now permanently sunk up into her virginal pussy to the second knuckle, with tiny droplets of blood and her own eager cuntal secretions running down onto the skewering fingers.

If the whole scene had shocked Dirk from the very start, from seeing Dawn traipsing off with a teenager into the garage, to seeing Mark rub her soft round breast and Dawn respond by excitedly removing her blouse, to seeing that she intentionally had worn no bra beneath, to watching her blatantly force Mark's head down to suck her stiffened little nipples then probe into the boy's pants to fondle his throbbing cock; and above all her own passionate reaction to Mark's lewd probing of her chaste young pussy, if this shocked him, it was nothing compared to what came next! Dirk's own sex life had been practically nil for sometime. Occasionally he and his wife did make love, but it was perfunctory and an unimpassioned performance which left them both nearly as frustrated as when they began. There was absolutely no erotic variation in Dirk's sex life with his wife, and there never had been, not even in their college days when they had first gotten to know one another. In the beginning he had tried to push his wife's head down over his erectly waving penis but she had never taken the hint, or if she had, she'd promptly ignored it and escaped his grip. She was seldom ever willing to lay her hands on his lust-swollen cock, let alone her mouth.

And that is now what Dirk saw directly in front of him just a few feet away through the garage window. His daughter's inquiring eyes and long blonde hair had tumbled so close to the erect boyish cock in her hand that she stuck her tongue out experimentally to sample the smooth texture of the round fleshy head, her tongue thrust yearningly toward the adolescent's swollen penis. Dawn shifted her position, to get her head nearer, which pulled her own cuntal softness from the reach of Mark's exploring hand. She lay supine on the edge of the woodpile, facing the window, her mouth teasing the entire blood-filled length, and now Mark shifted his own position to be able to continue exploring her nakedly widespread pussy, leaning his upper body on the woodpile behind and bringing his hand up through her legs from behind.

Everything was visible to Dawn's father from the window; he saw the tiny pink bud of her clit twitch and throb with obscene yearning during the instant Mark had broken contact with her wet cuntal mound in order to shift position and he saw her, when Mark had regained contact, lift one leg invitingly high into the air to admit his hand as she began to purse her lips arid blow her steaming hot breath onto the end of the quivering fleshy prick. She blew and blew as the slender boyish cock stretched hotly for the ceiling. Then she opened her lips and closed her mouth suddenly over the smooth foreskin-covered head of the large penis. Dirk could see her soft moist lips pucker as she sucked, and then loosen as her tongue swirled hungrily around the thick desire-inflated tip as though she were licking a lollipop. Mark's young hairless loins thrust involuntarily upward to hasten the process and soon Dawn had the entire length of the excited adolescent's penis enveloped tightly in the warm wet cavern of her mouth.

The pink inner flesh of her lips was being pulled out and stretched, as it clung to the flesh of Mark's driving cock while his daughter sucked hungrily, fully caught up in the lewd task with all of her teenaged concentration. Her round girlish breasts jerked and danced obscenely from the effort and her naked young body began to glisten from the tiny droplets of perspiration forming over the skin. Mark shoved his loins up hard against her face in a quest for a final end to the delicious torture.

Suddenly Dawn began to rotate her pelvis wildly, to skewer her boy friend's middle finger deeper and deeper up into her tight innocent pussy, until she raised her buttocks entirely off the pile of boards, grinding the firm half-moons wildly as she gyrated with still more abandon, emitting a low groan from deep in her throat that was nearly choked to silence by Mark's penis thrusting into her mouth. She suddenly froze her buttocks in the air for one perfectly motionless instant, and then collapsed, quivering spasmodically, back onto the woodpile, where her legs flailed softly into the air for a moment and then fell exhausted, limp as butter.

Understanding, her youthful partner removed his wetly glistening finger from her shuddering pussy, and Dawn's violated pussy ecstatically gushed its milk-white secretion mixed with tiny telltale streaks of blood. The girl had her first orgasm, or her first orgasm she had not given herself, and its lust-inciting effect was only to increase the maddening tempo of her sucking on her boyfriend's still inflated penis to the point that the wetly driving instrument seemed to ram cruelly all the way down to her tonsils. The ramming increased to a staccato fever-pitch as she hungrily licked and sucked in earnest, until suddenly the rock-hard member began to jerk involuntarily in her surprised mouth.

She had done it!

Mark's exploding penis spurted out its fresh young cum and Dawn looked astonished, frozen in her position, the boy's cock still sunk in her ovalled mouth even as his thick white semen began to pour wildly from the corners of her overflowing lips. She had not expected this, she didn't know how a male had his climax and her eyes had almost a look of terror. Suddenly she began to choke and force her head loose, helplessly spitting out the hot sperm, gagging, spitting out more, as Mark put an arm reassuringly around her and disengaged his inflating cock from her cum-filled mouth.

Dawn sat upright now, still spitting, her legs still unthinkingly spread apart on the woodpile with the large wet stains and streaks of blood soaking into the wood beneath her buttocks. It had been a session of many innovations and discoveries for the teenaged girl, and the last one, the sea of hot swirling liquid in her mouth, had caught her totally by surprise.

Dirk understood his daughter's suffering and wanted to rush in, calm her as Mark was doing, but that was impossible now. At this late moment he could not reveal his lewd role in this affair, participating in it, in the effect of not breaking it up at the beginning, and then by watching it, and finally by enjoying it. Enjoying his own pretty daughter being ravished, although it was only by a young boy's finger. Christ, what had he sunk to? He had forgotten in the interim that Dawn was his daughter and only now did the thought rush back to him with its full impact and make his skin crawl. He had watched his young tender daughter being debauched by, or more accurately, debauching, a gangly and rather repelling adolescent. And in a garage, no less! In broad daylight! The whole thing was just too fantastic!

The couple inside began to stir; Dawn was wiping her face with a hanky before she retrieved her clothing and began to dress. Outside, her father started to look hungrily again at her body as she moved about bending to pick up her clothes, but suddenly he checked himself. He had to go before they came out of the garage and discovered him, and he began to move fast, stopping only at the noise of the hedge scraping against the garage wall in his wake as he passed. He bent and switched to tiny steps until he emerged directly into the driveway and, for want of a gesture he glanced business-like at his watch. He allowed his eyes to quickly scan the street as he walked on, and was relieved to find the street was empty, and no one had seen him. That, at least, had been spared him.

What was he doing on the street? Oh yes, the grocery store, and for that he was walking in the wrong direction. He did an about-face and, just as he was ready to pass the Green house again, saw Mark and Dawn parting with a light kiss on the porch steps. Mark Green went inside and Dawn bounded in her father's direction.

"Hi, Dirk," she said to him in passing, tossing her long blonde hair.

Dirk watched her running ahead of him down the sidewalk until she disappeared around a hedge at the next corner. He crowed... she had never called him that before.

The remainder of spring trickled away entirely and now a summer sun burned over head. The gulls soared above the gray beach, shrieked to one another, and then dipped and swooped one by one to land on a large rock some distance out into the Atlantic as Dirk Traxl lay idly watching. He was stretched out on a pop-patterned beach blanket his daughters had given him on his 41st birthday. There were other blankets and other people on the beach, all in a cluster near Dirk, but beyond this small collection the beach was deserted; for the people were his family, and the beach was his private property.

The beach was important to all the Traxls because in the summer and sometimes in the late spring and also in the first few months of fall, he and his family made use of the beach, together or singly, every possible moment. While the Cape was swarming with tourists at the public beaches, and while most of the middle class natives went to restricted beaches owned by, and thus crowded with, people from the local communities, Dirk and his family had the luxury of their own beach.

It was not large since all Cape Cod beaches, as Dirk well knew from his business, could scarcely be any higher priced than they were now, even if they had been plated with gold; and Dirk was not a millionaire. Yet he had picked up this beach, which was at the end of the peninsula and separated from the nearby community beaches by two natural cliffs and a string of private piers. From his beach there were no other bathers, and scarcely any boats, to be seen. And as an additional indulgence he had built their private shelter high up onto the rise of one of the cliffs, where it sat, three-walled, the open side facing his stretch of water, like a makeshift castle or monument. It was a bit out of the way for them to traipse up there to change, but they did it, for the cliff was too spectacular not to be used in some way.

Connie, Dirk's wife, came down from the cliff shelter clad now in her bathingsuit. It was a one-piece outfit which did not facilitate his looking at her body. Pity, he thought, because he liked her body. She had kept a full trim figure, for a woman of forty the chief feature of which was her voluptuously large F-cup breasts, but she kept them fully covered by the prudish one-piece bathingsuit, and at home when she undressed she always turned away so he could not see her naked curves, much as he loved every inch of them. He had only sucked her breasts half a dozen times in his twenty years of marriage. What a waste.

He simply was not persistent enough in his physical desires, strongly as he felt them; and moreover, he was not experienced enough to know how to be persistent. Though he did not realize it, Connie had a latent hot streak which a skilled lover could have brought out and developed to a rich fruition, but lacking such a lover, she made love only as a duty. She comported herself; she was so sexually frustrated that she was a virtual powder keg of inhibitions.

Her husband saw only the consequences, her distant attitude toward him, her frustration, and not the causes which he might have corrected if he had known them or been able.

Nor did Connie know the causes. The consequences, however, were so developed that she and Dirk lived in separate world, worlds rushing daily farther apart. Yet here she was bouncing along the beach, her full, very heavy breasts heaving beneath the confining suit, to lie on her blue blanket beside him, a soft curling tendril of wispy pubic hair escaping unnoticed from the tight leg band of her bathingsuit. She began to apply her suntan lotion and, in the middle of the process, stopped to light a cigarette which she then allowed to dangle from her soft sensual lips. She was not the only problem: The other was his business. He had begun as an insurance salesman and methodically over the years developed this modest start into an operation of his own, now employing well salaried people. That was the insurance end of the business, ever expanding, ever demanding more of his time. In addition, there was the other end of the business: Real estate. Combining insurance and real estate in one company was often seen on the Cape, but for Dirk it had proven an unusually successful formula. The real estate branch now sported several new offices and at the latest count he was paying the salaries and commissions of fourteen people to run them. Managing the brokers was not easy, and some were a bit excessive in the wheeling and dealing they did in Dirk's name, bringing him a string of law suits. This was his alley, he was a lawyer by training, and he always did get through the suits unscathed or only lightly damaged. Yet they grated on his nerves just as the whole business enterprise grated on him. It all took too much time and concern, and the result was that he had begun to drink. This problem was about a year old now and had steadily escalated as he sought to drown his troubles in booze, the troubles, and more so, the sexual estrangement of his wife, although he felt guilty at trying to escape from reality this way. Today he had taken off from work to try to face his problems head-on, intending to relax on the beach and think out the entire business. He would be with his family, and above all, what he repeated to himself over and over, he would not touch a single drop of liquor.

School was out for the summer now and out of the corner of his eyes he could see his daughter Dawn and his older daughter Staci reach the rock where the seagulls gathered and, clambering up on it, scaring the gulls away into shrieking flight. Dawn stood glistening on the rock, just out of the water, both parts of her tiny two-piece white bathing suit nearly falling off from the ripening curves of her body. He thought he could see the top of the triangle of her young blonde pubic hair, but perhaps it was his imagination, and he felt relieved when Dawn tugged at her suit to pull it back up into place But even then it could not mask the tantalizing cleavage of her perfectly huge young breasts and in the back it did not attempt to cover the top inch or so of the narrow crevice between her two smoothly curved buttocks. The wetly clinging suit indented at the thinly dividing slit of her pussy, and he thought he could see the entire swollen length of it where the suit clung so lewdly.

He pulled his eyes forcibly away... he would have to get a grip on himself!

His older daughter Staci was totally a different creature, seventeen, and thus more fully developed than 13-year old Dawn, with full beautifully rounded buttocks and firm voluptuous breasts just as developed as Dirk's wife's. He stared at his older daughter as she smoothed her short dark hair while standing on the rock. He had not seen her naked since she was ten, and he couldn't help wondering what that ample, classically formed body would look like without clothes. He guessed her pubic curls would be dark brown like the rest of her hair, totally different from that of his fair blonde daughter, just as her dark complexion, fully tanned already by the first few beach outings, was also a sharp contrast to Dawn's. In height and build Staci was nearly the equivalent of two Dawns, and he momentarily studied her statuesque body outlined enticingly by the wet black bathingsuit. This was the result of his vowing not to drink today and to be with his family: It only increased his frustration, only incited his slowly building sexual arousal.

The older brunette daughter was clowning around on the rock with Dawn, trying to push the smaller but stronger girl into the water, and the two of them flexed back and forth, climbing around the rock for new footings. Jesus Christ, the ass on Staci; he had never really noticed until today. Her tight black bathingsuit was also a bikini, but in keeping with his older daughter's more prudent character, it was not quite as brief as Dawn's, and it showed none of the crevice between her generously muscled asscheeks but only the two sexy dimples on her back just above where the narrow crevice would begin.

Staci was like syrup: Thick, flowing, moody and rich, tending sometimes towards lethargy, but it was an elegant and fluid, womanly sort of lethargy. She would make someone a good wife. She had the blessing (or curse) of large E-cup breasts, which were a burden for young teen girls, given all the attention they brought. Nonetheless, she would make someone a good fuck soon enough with those huge tits if she only learned to use them right!

He heard her laugh as Dawn succeeded in pushing her loose from her footing, then he saw her thrash wildly in the water before clambering up onto the rock, and as she climbed up on all fours he saw from behind the tantalizing swell of her pubic mound and a few curly wisps of black pubic hair which escaped from the leg band of her black bikini panties as she struggled, laughing, back up onto the rock. As she jumped upright, her breasts, full and ripely matured, nearly tumbled out of the overflowing cups of her swim suit bra. She must have been a forty, god would he like to feel those twin mountains of soft flesh into throbbing passion! And those tiny nipples which he could see thrusting out against the thin material of her wetly clinging suit, how he could fondle and rub them into fleshy stiffness, how he could run his mouth and tongue moistly over them, how he could take the small sensitive tips of her breasts into his mouth and try to swallow them.

Christ, what was he thinking, what sort of a degenerate was he becoming, lying here on the beach and mentally seducing his own daughters? This was what not drinking led to!

Staci's personality fit with her body like a glove. She was smart but no genius like Dawn, enjoying heavier music of the romantic period and dating boys on the intellectual side, indeed, he wondered if she even kissed them, for always when he saw Staci and a boyfriend they were involved in heated, hand-gesturing discussions. Her temperament was slow to react and, once reacting, was slow to stop reacting. All of this fitted with her slow, voluptuous movements, the extreme ripeness of her 15-year old body, the womanly maturity she had required which was more than that of the ordinary 15-year old girl.

She was steady and trustworthy and, unlike Dawn, was allowed to date freely, had in fact been doing so since Dawn's age. God, he wished she would spread her long shapely legs a bit more, she was sprawled back down on the rock and he could see the long narrow indentation of her cuntal slit where the black swim suit fitted snugly over the intriguing mystery of her covered mound. He put himself mentally into the scene; he was on top of her with his fingers creeping up inside the tight elastic leg band of her suit; he was teasing her softly curling pubic hair; he was separating the hot wet lips of her pussy and he was calling out to her:

"Staci! Staci! Staci!"

Holy Christ, this he had not imagined, he had actually called out! She lifted her knee in surprise, giving a beautiful view of her large rounded buttocks peeking tantalizingly out of her suit, and then she came to her feet. She dived off the rock and then surfaced, head, arms, and tight little teen ass, swimming towards him while his younger daughter Dawn and his wife on the blue blanket next to him paid no attention. Now she was on the beach walking towards him, dark, mysterious, jiggling succulently, dripping wet, her ripe voluptuous breasts swaying from side to side as she moved. She came up beside him and kneeled down at his side on the blanket, an innocent, inquiring look, on her cleanly sculpted face, Dirk's eyes riveting guiltily on her fully hanging breasts, and the outline of her nipples while he counted, out of the corner of his eye, the wisps of soft black pubic hair curling from under the leg bands of her suit as she kneeled: One, two, three, four, five. Good God, how would he ever get himself out of this?

"Yes, Dad? What did you want? Is it time to go?"

"No, Staci. No, darling, I think we can stay awhile longer. At least if Dawn doesn't burn, if she has her suntan lotion on. She has very light skin you know."

"I know," Staci said.

"Her skin isn't dark like yours," he said forcibly shifting his eyes to the ocean. God, this was ridiculous. Why couldn't he think of something intelligent to say!

"I know," she said in a ripple of laughter. She paused. "I think Dawn's all right. She's got lotion on, in fact she's all greasy with it."

Dirk swallowed audibly. Staci's provocatively hovering body was coming back into range of his eyes no matter how hard he tried to stare at the ocean. "The reason I called you, Staci, was just to say don't hurt each other out there on the rock. It's sharp, you could cut your... your skin. Don't be too rough."

"Okay, Dad. We'll be careful. Don't worry!" She smiled and left. Her attitude towards him had been maternal, consoling.

Dirk glanced at his wife, relieved to find that she was reading a magazine and had paid no attention to the conversation. No one suspected anything, but Christ was it a close call! And now he was staring at Staci's full firm buttocks swinging invitingly left, right, left, in the bottom of the bathingsuit as she walked away. God how he could knead those enticingly tight little asscheeks, jiggle them as they were jiggling now, clamp a firm grip on them one in each hand. If he could only stop this train of thought!

He lay flat on his back and watched the gulls, wondering how he had gotten himself into this. If only he hadn't weakened and lecherously pounded the hole in the wall that one time. And wait a minute, Staci's bedroom was on the other side of his study, he would only need to, no, stop, stop, stop!

Forty-one years old, he thought, forty-one years old and horny enough to ogle his own adolescent daughters. Yet he was in fact a responsible man, a good father until now, a sort of model in his community. When the neighbors had something they wanted done, they often came to Dirk Traxl. His very manner, and his presence, incited respect and calm. And he was handsome, with a strong, athletically profiled face and a physique sturdy as that of a football lineman, though he was, he had to admit, putting on too much weight. He was anything the picture his friends and associates would have, or that he himself would have, of a desire of very young teenaged girls.

Still, after all, every man looked at women, even if they were his aunts, his mother, his daughters. It was only human, you had to notice when a tight little cunt like Staci's wagged before you on the beach. The important thing was not to let such thoughts cross into action; that line, above all, was firmly drawn and he would under no circumstances cross it, he vowed. Do not cross the line into action, he repeated to himself.

Staci, thank God, was out of the water again and now lying next to his wife on the same blanket reading the same magazine. Dawn too was gone from the rock, though he couldn't see where, probably she had gone for a walk. He felt better now, more braced up now than he'd realized that the important thing was in keeping his occasional thoughts, which might crudely be termed incestuous, only in the realm of thought and not in that of action.

Dirk got up, pulled his stomach in as was automatic when he was on the beach, and strode proudly to the water. He plunged directly in and began pulling with swift, practiced strokes out into the ocean, and it felt good, the honest physical integrity of his still powerful muscles drawing him deftly through the deep water. He reached the rock, paused to tread water for a moment, and then took a dive straight to the bottom, about fifteen feet deep here. Interesting, he thought, the underwater world of plants waving in the current of bright-colored little crustaceans, of pressure, of bubbles. Next time he would bring his scuba outfit. Yes, he was all right now and he would put this whole business with his daughters into the past where it belonged. He blew out the last of his air and rose to the surface, taking in a full breath. And he nearly choked on it.

Framed in the beach house, in the open side visible only from the water, was 13-year old Dawn shamelessly removing the top of her tight bikini bathingsuit. Not just removing, but tearing it off, and then twirling and discarding it over her shoulder, and then jiggling her firm naked breasts erotically side to side in a wild obscene gyration as she had when her boyfriend Mark massaged them. Moreover, the biggest horror, she seemed to be looking Dirk brazenly straight in the eye, though he was to far away to be sure, kneading her breasts, pulling the small pink tantalizing nipples out, tweaking them into excited erection. She cupped her nakedly white breasts from below, and began slowly, hauntingly, jiggling them. Her agonized father wanted to swim farther out to avoid this lust-arousing sight, yet he felt a compelling hardness in his swimtrunks beneath the water and he had to keep watching if only to see what would follow.

Then turning her back to him, Dawn placed her hands on her curving hips, and slowly rolled the bikini panties of her swim suit down over her firm buttocks and then down her tapered young legs to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she picked up the trunks and sniffed lewdly at the loins as though it were exotic perfume. Where had she picked up this sort of thing, where had she learned it? She had certainly been doing some research.

Now she turned to face him again, put her arms up in the air, and stretched languidly. She bent backwards slightly, legs apart, massaging her invitingly curved legs upward from her knees to her well-rounded thighs, and, he was sure now that he had floated closer with the waves, looking him dead in the eye. She massaged her blonde, sparsely growing pubic hair and, bending her lithe golden body still farther back, with both hands spread the lips of her hairy cunt wide apart until he could see the moist pink cuntal flesh flashing between her parted thighs. Then, good God! She slowly, teasingly, wormed her own extended middle finger in, worked it way up inside the soft moist opening and began stroking in and out, flattening the palm of her hand against the hair of her pussy with each instroke. Her finger was wet and her excited cuntal secretions were flowing lustfully all over her inner thighs, as she fingerfucked herself harder and harder, twisting it and increasing it to the hungering pitch of five or six passion-incited strokes a second. She was being much more brutal to herself than Mark had ever been in the garage, almost as though she enjoyed masochistically punishing herself.

And then suddenly she stopped, apparently out of ideas how to perform, and moved slowly in a circle, lewdly bouncing her breasts and jiggling her voluptuous buttocks. After teasing her flattened hands up and down over her entire naked body, she stopped again, her back to the water and her father, legs spread wide apart, and bent to the ground to touch her toes, staying in the lewd position to let him see the entire length of her still virginal young cuntal slit and the tempting circle of cuntal pink set in the soft blonde pubic curls. Indeed, to let him see anything up between her legs that he wanted.

The precocious teenager reached slowly back behind her naked buttocks and began teasing around with her fingers again, still bent with her upraised buttocks before him, opening and closing the fleshy, reddish lips of her pussy, hotly worming her middle finger into her little virginal pussy and quickly pulling it out to tease the tiny hardened bud of her clit. The whole excited region up between her legs glistened now from the moisture of her flowing cuntal juices, and she turned for a second to look back over her shoulder.

Dirk tried to look away and watch the waves, to study his wife on her blanket, to let his eyes roam over the beautiful rocky beach, but it was no use, he returned his gaze to his daughter's teasingly lewd play just as she pulled both hands away from her naked little pussy and, as though pondering on what to do next, looked down at one hand as she extended the middle finger straight out. Where had she learned all this? She put the finger in her mouth to lubricate it, and then waved it in the air as though it were a threatening instrument. Then she brought it around slowly towards herself from behind, at the same time carefully spreading the round-white ass cheeks of her luscious buttocks with her other hand to reveal the dark secretive ring of her tiny ass. Christ, what was she going to do now. As she brought her finger before the small puckered opening she held it suspended suggestively there, widening the spread of her asscheeks still more with the other hand, and she seemed by a force of will to make her entire girlish body relax in order to facilitate what would follow. She pressed hard on the finger until the small resisting anal passage was ready to give way.

All at once she stuck the finger brutally into its full hilt up her exposed ass, her hands slapping the cheeks of her buttocks with what looked like a resounding smack, and it must have hurt for she gave a little cry. Perhaps she hadn't done it before, perhaps she'd only heard about it, or... seen it? Had she been watching some pornographic movies? Whatever, she seemed to be adjusting rapidly to the lewdly violating finger, for she placed her legs even wider apart until it seemed her young upturned buttocks would split, and begin to slowly pull her finger out, twist it, push it back in, twist it, pull it out, twist it, in a lewd rhythmic motion. It seemed to hurt her or to require great effort, for her nakedly curvaceous body was frozen motionless except for the sodomizing middle finger. Yet, for still more punishment, she now forced in a second finger as Dirk watched with astonished eyes the nearly microscopic little anal mouth stretching helplessly to allow this double-finger manipulation.

And then an incredible thing happened: His 13-year old daughter Dawn, began to toss her long blonde hair, and to shake her shoulders crazily as though freeing herself from painful sensations, as though beginning to enjoy this forbidden pleasure. She turned again, her eyes glowing with wicked passion, to ensure herself that her father was still watching, and then she began to lewdly gyrate her quivering buttocks, slowly at first, and then with increasing abandon until the speed with which she rocked and circled her hips matched that of her obscenely pumping fingers. He had never seen, or imagined, such a sight in his life as beautiful Dawn wantonly skewering her entire backside up and down on her two penetrating wet fingers.

She simply could not get enough now. She bent at the knees to grind the firm young buttocks even farther out and back to meet the lewdly impaling fingers, to rotate herself around them, the wide-stretched little ass expanding still more as she twisted her exploring fingers around and around up inside her ass, the cheeks of her tantalizing buttocks vibrating and heaving, and her hips gyrating and grinding ever harder as she squatted deeper down toward the ground, totally consumed in an erotic animal frenzy which Dirk had never known could exist.

Dirk sat bent over his desk in his study drinking furiously to escape the reality of what had happened at the beach just a few short hours before. Over and over he ran the scene through his mind, trying to decide what he could have possibly done to avoid his youngest daughter's obscene performance. He certainly hadn't asked her to do it although he had watched, yes watched, as much as he tried not to; what human being, would not have watched? He had watched if only from shock. He'd simply had no alternative, but still it all bothered him, especially the fact that Dawn had obviously put on her lewd performance for him, and only him, to see.

As the Scotch began to dwindle in the bottle at his side he felt less worried. It was amazing how things always softened after a little dip in the bottle. He'd had to look! He was not after all a piece of chalk. Yet if only it hadn't happened, if only the beach episode had turned out to be the healthy, relaxing family outing he had intended it to be, then he would not be in his room now breaking his vow not to drink today. As it was, he had not only broken his non-drinking vow, but had smashed and shattered it into a thousand pieces. Though he had been drinking privately, not just in company, for a year now as an escape, he had seldom consumed enough at one sitting to get drunk. Perhaps a dozen times, if that. The notion of a drunkard in the house was simply too upsetting to his sense of propriety and to the example he intended to set for his children. Today, however, and at this minute, he was rip-roaring drunk and there was no turning back.

If only things were all right between his wife and him, then he would not drink and he would not have these tendencies to look at his luscious daughter, Dawn, for which he now stewed in guilt. If only....

Yet things with his wife were not all right. He considered, for instance, the few hours she'd lain next to him on the beach. Had she talked to him? No. Flirted with him, touched him, swum with him, glanced at him, or in any way recognized his existence? No. No to all of them. He could have made the move, of course, but he'd known how flat her response would have been, and that knowledge did not invite making any moves. Things were stale between them and that was that.

And why, anyway, should he have to court his own wife? If he had to court, why her then when there were certainly better little morsels nearby, quite nearby, in fact right here in the house.

Stop it! For Christfuckingsakes, stop it, stop it, stop it, he ordered himself!

He and Connie... yes, that was an unhappy story hidden beneath what everyone looking on would think was contented marriage. They were cut off from each other, estranged. Though the word bruised him, it described the situation perfectly. Their sex life had dwindled down to practically nothing, just a few perfunctory, obligatory performances for which he might as well have substituted a rag doll. He just could not stimulate Connie, for all his solid, handsome appearance, for all the generous size, even, of his cock. Dirk faced this fact only in moments of complete abandon and breakdown, such as now. Yet even at such moments, he did not suspect that his own lack of experience was the reason he could not excite his wife, the reason, ultimately, why she was each day building more and more of her life separate from him.

Connie was even separating herself from their children, from Dawn and Staci. She was trying to escape from reality, though in a way different from Dirk's. She had just begun a part-time job in the mornings, although they certainly did not need the money, but even so Dirk did not object to the job itself. It was just that it fit so well with all of the other escapes she had invented for herself in the evenings, for the last year, in the evenings which she well knew were the only times he and the children were at home. For the last year she had traipsed off to evening courses of all varieties, in all subjects, just to get out. He well knew she had no interest in basket-weaving; she did not even like baskets; yet she had gone through it because there had been no other course available. And now, to top all of this off, now when the children were on summer vacation, she'd found this part-time job to get away mornings as well.

In a way, perhaps, he should be grateful. Other wives in the same situation would have found another lover, or gone to group-sex parties, or taken, he shuddered, to drinking. The only vice Connie had was smoking. And he supposed he had to be grateful, for if she'd been a bit more wild in her search for escape, things could even be in a worse mess. Just as they could be in an even worse mess if she had happened to stumble into the line of sight of Dawn's shocking exhibition given in the three-walled beach shelter this very afternoon...

The curvaceous body of Dawn; yes, of Staci too, but first and foremost Dawn if only for the exciting way she handled it: he could not wipe away the memory of that naked little body seen, only seen, three times now. He put his head in his hands, digging his fingers into his hair and scalp, then collapsed his head on the desk and felt soon that he would fall asleep.

There was a soft knock on the wall.

He sat bolt upright at the sound that seemed to come from Dawn's wall. Had he dreamed it? No, for there it came again, three short and very soft raps which would only be audible from his room and hers.

Was it really on the wall, or was it at the door? He wondered just before it came again, three short, soft knocks and it was on the wall. By the nail hole. His heart thudding in his chest he got up and walked quietly to the nail hole and pressed his eye to it, squinting in an effort to focus, for try as he could there was no sense to be made from the pattern of blue color splashes and deep, wavy black shadow he saw on the other side of the wall. Then it dawned on him.

He was staring into Dawn's eye which was immediately on the other side of the wall looking back at him.

His daughter backed off, purring some sort of soft song, and he saw she was dressed in dark black winter boots and a wide black belt about her waist and, except for those items, she was... completely... naked... completely naked and standing invitingly only a foot or two away from the hole he'd drilled in her bedroom wall. He had never seen her so close before, never been able to drink in her ripening, budding womanhood at this range which was so short he could see the light blonde down which covered her entire teenaged body. He seldom even saw his wife's naked body this close, this thoroughly exposed. Dawn began to dance again as she had at the beach shelter but this time on a more intimate basis, swaying her jutting young rose-tipped breasts from side to side with her hands, but dropping her eyes to his level occasionally to check for response. Then she placed one hand under each breast and, smiling, began to wiggle her hands with slight, nearly imperceptible, but very quick motions, lewd motions well-designed to set the curving white breasts into an ecstatic quivering and jiggling like mounds of jello, the tautly erected nipples bobbing around like corks in a pond. She moved ever closer to the hole in the wall and, good God!, now she was trying to work her naked white breast into it! She was gasping, sighing, from the effort or from her lascivious excitement as she squeezed and pushed hard to jam one ripely swelling nipple into the hole, pulling the massive breast back out again and, dipping a finger quickly into her moist throbbing cunt, lubricating the small pink nipple with her finger and then trying to jam the enticing mound into the hole towards Dirk's eye. In response, her drunken, lust-incited father maneuvered and hungrily forced his tongue in a similar fashion from the other side trying to touch the hot rubbery tip of her throbbing nipple.

Do not cross the line to action. Do not cross the line to action, he thought jerking his tongue back in horror at himself. Dawn, unsuccessful at trying to push her nipple still farther through the hole, and feeling Dirk's hot breath leave, also slowly withdrew. The tortured nipple was now enormously stiff and erected, and bruised, there seemed even to be blood on it, and she forced her throbbing breast upward toward her mouth and licked the nipple clean which made it jut enticingly outward still more from the full firm roundness.

Now she began dancing nakedly around the room, although it was not a vulgar dance like she had done in the beach house, perhaps she realized her father was too inhibited to be much stimulated by such an obscene exhibition. As a pre-teenager, she'd had ballet lessons, and what she did now was an improvised ballet, but in the nude, with many sensually provocative leg raises, bends and spreads that her father's blood was churning in his loins. As she floated around the room, scarcely impeded by the tall black boots, her ripening breasts and round curved buttocks undulated slowly like waves on the beach. As she danced, she continued half humming, half singing her soft song, and her face slightly flushed, was ironically a picture of adolescent innocence. She was giving an exciting performance, but one help perhaps was the bottle of cognac on Dawn's nightstand, of which shed already consumed one-third. So she had found his liquor supply and learned how to use it! He thought it was a secret that he kept it in his study.

She was doing an erotic ballet, suggestively emphasizing the charms of her firm curvaceous body. Well, she'd always been good at dancing, with clothes, that is! He remembered those lessons he used to drive her to when she could realistically be called a child, given by an eccentric old woman who'd once danced with Baryshnikov. A few times he'd gone into the studio to pick her up and he had seen the practice room full of barely adolescent girls working with bars and mirrors to music from a record player and to the commands of the old woman. Dawn must have been ten then, for it was just before she stopped the lessons.

He had entered the studio that one time and hungrily watched the pretty little girls finish their last five minutes of provocative leg raises over the bar. Some of the girls were not so little, some had the beginnings of breasts, and in the case of a few older teenagers, very developed voluptuously mounded breasts and full thighs with smooth round buttocks, which came well into display as they stretched and strived to work their tapered legs sensually around the bar. Among this selection of partially or fully developed girls, he noticed, was his precocious ten-year old daughter Dawn. She had always been ahead of her time, or her age, in all respects, and he noticed while standing there that her softly curving pussy mound, stretched incitingly wide under the tights as she raised her legs to the bar, had at least the external appearance of a woman's. The small rounded cheeks of her buttocks, though, were those of a little girl child; and her budding D-cup breasts were still only only beginning - no telling how big they would become in two or three years! Yet he had the feeling for the first time watching her in that room that his daughter was no longer a little girl. Something about the look in her eyes, the reticence and new knowledge of her expression, suggested that, as did the visible evidence of coming changes in her developing body. In fact, Dawn at that time had not begun menstruating, for his wife Connie announced its beginning later, at the age eleven and a half. Still, at ten Dirk had seen for the first time a womanly little Dawn. And now, through the hole he'd drilled in her bedroom wall, here she was doing the same thing, suggestively raising her long shapely legs as though up to a bar, only this time she was naked and wearing black leather boots and a wide belt and showing the soft parted lips of her fully developed pussy, pink in color up beneath the tantalizing light blonde pubic hair, and above were swaying moderate-sized breasts with small erected nipples, breasts voluptuous enough to make any man happy. And around in back was a tantalizing little ass that in its tightness and fluidity was so sexy that no matter how innocently Dawn tried to walk down the street with it, she always seems to be trying to start a male riot. And now those buttocks were naked and dancing before his eyes, the softly mounded asscheeks waving back and forth about three feet away from his eye, smooth and unblemished, with the narrow crevice spreading wide in some of her tantalizing positions so that he could catch a hungry glimpse of the pink hairless ring peeking out, the tiny puckered ass she had sodomized and distorted so lewdly with her very own fingers some hours before.

Transitions were always fast with Dawn and in a fraction of a second she stopped suddenly and seemed as though she had never been dancing. She walked to the bed and sat down on it, legs spread perhaps a foot apart, and stretched languidly. Then she slowly spread her legs wider apart, directly facing the nail hole with all her delicious nakedness exposed from her uplifted young breasts to the soft light blonde-haired triangle of her cunt.

Dirk almost choked as his young daughter began lasciviously massaging her breasts in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the softened nipples into sudden throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored slowly open and closed, exposing the thin slit of her wetly glistening pussy nestled teasingly in the sparse blonde hair up between her widespread thighs.

Her feet were pointed directly at her heavily breathing father now as she laid her head back on the bed and began to work her shapely adolescent body into a burning passion. Her hotly grinding buttocks twisted against the mattress as though she were trying to bury herself in it, and sheer wanton desire appeared in her deep blue eyes.

She writhed more lasciviously now as though being attracted by some unseen lover, both her hands dancing over her body as though out of control, the fingertips gliding over the smooth milk-white belly and coming to rest together at the tender V of her soft hairy cuntal furrow. She groaned at the sudden lewd contact of her hands with the moist pink slit and pulled her knees straight up, toes still on the mattress. Then she straightened her legs out over her like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the bed and with a deeper groan, let the columns fall wide apart to fully expose to her excited father the clearest view he'd ever had of the moist glistening furrow up between her thighs. God what a tight little cunt, he thought as her fingers crawled to the soft hairy lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet slippery pinkness was fully visible and the tight little cuntal mouth opened hungrily. The half-moons of her sensuously rounded buttocks raised up in lewd anticipation off the bed, spreading the narrow crevice between them, and he gasped at her tiny pink ass nestled mysterious and inviting below the swollen, desire-agitated pussy lips.

Dirk gasped as his brazen daughter slowly inserted her middle finger up into the glistening pink cuntal slit, stroking her tiny bud-like clit. Her probing fingers worked themselves inside the edges of her dripping pussylips, and then she slipped her finger into her tight little cuntal opening and began to work it smoothly in and out between her legs. Apparently she liked it, for her legs jackknifed back, knees mashed against her breasts, and her rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the lewdly thrusting finger. Dawn's facial muscles tightened as she added another finger to the first and, clenching her teeth, pushed in beyond the hungry pink folds into her expanding and contracting little cunt. They disappeared with a soft, sucking noise and a moan of forbidden pleasure purred ecstatically from her lips.

Dawn had been possessed, although she was still in control, as Dirk would see in a couple of minutes. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion, the rapid rhythm bringing grunts of lewd pleasure from deep within her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight, pink opening, making moist, sucking sounds as she withdrew them only to push them in again. Her face was red, near to climax and she groaned rapturously as her fingers thrust harder and deeper, they were just not enough! She tried to brutally thrust a third finger into her cunt but that was too many for her virginal cunt and it would not work. The problem, anyway, was that she needed more depth and not more width. She craved something more penetrating than fingers as her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long blonde hair flying in frustration at the nearness and yet the distance of a climax. Her hand beat a wild staccato sliding the two wet fingers against the wide-straining buttocks which she smacked sharply on each instroke, her deep guttural sounds of joy faster and louder with each passing second. The climax was coming, hanging by a thin thread above Dawn, and just a few more deep thrusts and twists might have brought it she knew, but that is not what she wanted.

Suddenly, on an out-stroke she pulled her fingers all the way out, air rushing into her pussy popping like a champagne cork and rested her hand motionless on her leg. Her entire pussy area was dripping wet, and now the unused finger also shone glisteningly with the passionate secretions. She spread her legs still wider, a ballet dancer's spread, and moved her trembling hands back to her cunt where she grasped the pink fleshy lips in her fingers and spread them wide apart to merely hold them there, revealing invitingly the wet, fully prepared opening of her virginal pussy which had seen nothing more than a few fingers, and never a hard male cock. On the other side of the wall the lust-swollen cock she wanted beat maddeningly inside her father's pants.

The young blonde teenager remained frozen in this position of wanton invitation, each hand grasping one blood-filled lip of her pussy and spreading it lewdly out to its full width. She was again humming her soft song and she began to slowly open and close the tightly stretched lips, open and close, open and close, and at the same time she flexed the little finger of one finger back and forth in a lewd motion of beckoning for her father to come to her hungry, stimulated cunt, working open and shut in a wild rhythm of temptation.

She broke off her soft melody to say just barely audibly, "Daddy, come here. Daddy, Daddy, come here." She groaned from far down in her throat, hardly able to prolong this throbbing agony. "Please, Daddy," she repeated, "come to me, come here, come right here..."

Yet in his mind Dirk had journeyed back to the little Dawn of ten years old, who was a picture of innocence, a daughter who needed and deserved her father's protection and of whom he had been thoroughly proud. He could not connect that Dawn with the wantonly panting girl before him now, craving satisfaction. He simply could not believe, though the proof was before his gaping eyes, that in a few short years the hard, thin little girl's body had become this trembling, palpitating incarnation of lustful arousal spread obscenely before him. How could it have happened? But yet, it had, clearly it had and the most incredible thing of all was that she desired her own father. Perhaps only because he was the nearest man; but whatever, she desperately desired him, no, at this moment it was stronger than a desire, it was an immediate over powering need, one which no male, seeing Dawn in her present hungry condition, could in good conscience fail to satisfy. He had to respond.

Dawn was getting still wilder as she writhed around on the bed and continued flexing her little finger in uninhibited invitation, at the same time moving her own eyes back and forth from the puffy hairy lips she was spreading so temptingly with her trembling fingers to the open nail hole and her father's eye on the other side. She was heaving her buttocks up and down, trembling uncontrollably, as she pressed the full pink lips of her excited pussy open and shut, open and shut, ever faster, invitingly flexing her little finger, her hands and the entire area between her legs drowned in the cuntal secretions pouring from her impassioned cunt.

Dirk, fully drunk, did not hesitate to answer his daughter's plea. He went carefully into the hall, glancing around to make sure no one saw him, and then tried the door to Dawn's bedroom. It was unlocked, naturally, and pushing it open, he went in so quickly that he swirled back on the door, without having even looked at Dawn, and immediately locked it. The bolt made a noise as it locked, but he was sure the noise wasn't too loud and no one would have heard it. And it turned out he was right, luck was with him... so far.

Dawn lay in the exact same position on the bed, her legs scissored out and one lip of her pussy clasped in the fingers of each hand which pulled the wetly blushing lips wide apart. She saw her father and immediately smiled at his eyes going straight to her pinkly glistening pussy. As he walked a few steps closer to it, she watched him shed his clothes into a careless heap on the floor, and she squirmed in heated anticipation. He sure had a good solid body, she'd thought it would be like that. And the massively swollen cock, my God! It was much bigger than her boyfriend Mark's, and as soon as Dirk dropped his shorts, his state of excitement was obvious from the way the long thick 10.5-inch penis reached, throbbing lewdly, toward the ceiling. He came a few steps closer, standing directly between his daughter's widespread legs, his penis thrusting out hard and menacing before him. It was so thick that she couldn't even encircle both her hands around it - it would kill her, or she would die trying to take it!

"Fuck me, Daddy," she groaned. "Fuck me. Please." She moved farther up onto the bed, and then leaned to the nightstand to hurriedly grasp the cognac bottle which she pressed to her lips and drank, gulping, for several seconds. Then she returned to her position in the middle of the bed, so he could come to her whenever he wanted.

She needed a little bracer too, he thought, or she wouldn't have had to take some more cognac before letting him fuck her. What was it, really, this taboo about not touching flesh of the same family? It must be some age-old remnant of the first societies, a taboo handed down in writing and practiced through all the major religions of the world right to the present day. That made it strong, all right, and Dirk felt its strength inside him in his fear of violating it. He wondered if, without the moral code which had been pounded into him since birth he would still have felt this fear of incest on his own. Perhaps, he didn't know. Strong as the sensual desires of the body were, and much as they blurred the mind, he might not have felt it without the forced social heritage: His cock, for instance, throbbed impatiently out before him now without the slightest concern. Yet he was in control of his cock and the taboo on incest raced through his mind like lightning. It must be a pretty deep thing since even Dawn, young and unthinking as she was, thoroughly drunk and thoroughly aroused as she was, had seemed to feel the need for yet another drink before submitting to him.

"Fuck me, Daddy, please fuck me," she implored.

And her faint subconscious hesitation revealed by that last drink, though now completely contradicted by her words and position, was nothing compared to his lingering and fully conscious scruples. He was in such a state of lascivious hyperstimulation, not having had a fuck from his wife for a week, that he felt his hot white sperm might begin spewing from his cock and out over her naked young body any moment now regardless of what he did. Yet even so, and steaming drunk as he himself was, he could not tolerate the thought of fucking Dawn, for Dawn was his own lovely daughter, his own flesh and blood!

Yes, that she was: Delicious flesh and hotly circulating blood. He had to respond in some way, but he would absolutely not fuck her. Do not cross the line into action; do not cross the line into action, the reminder rang through his head. Yet he was going to cross the line... a little... just a little... into action. But no fucking. Absolutely none... out of the question.

Why, at this close range just a glance at her hotly exposed little pussy was enough to show she was a virgin. She was only thirteen and she had damn well better be a virgin! That pussy looked so tight, the cuntal opening hardly the diameter of his little finger, to violate that narrow unstretched pussy was unthinkable to Dirk. To fuck his own 13-year old virginal daughter was too horrible! Yes... God... look at that hot little cunt.

He hit on a solution to his dilemma. Why not just pet with her as adolescents do? As, in fact, he saw her do that time with Mark in the garage? What harm was there in that? Just pet and, no matter how much she might tempt him, nothing, absolutely nothing more.

He clambered onto the bed beside her, his palpitating hardness leading the way, and as soon as he lay down next to her she immediately took the rock-hard shaft into one of her hands and began stroking it heatedly with the other. Explosive as Dirk was feeling, he almost shot his cum right on the spot. Reaching boldly over with his own hand, he felt his body course with tingling electric sensations as his fingers sank excitedly into her curly, fine-textured pubic hair. He crept farther, there was the beginning, the very top, of her slender pussylips with the little pink bud of a clit pounding lustfully away with blood. He moved farther down... holy Christ she was gushing wet with heated cuntal secretions as he had never found in his wife. There was the opening of her tiny unstretched pussy, and as his finger circled the small virginal opening Dawn jerked at the tingling sensations it shot through her own enraptured body.

They started petting, Dawn rubbing his heavily palpitating cock, her father working his extended middle finger slowly up into her clasping pussy, astonished all the while at how tightly it squeezed back around his probing finger. But all this was not enough for the inventive 13-year old, she could fingerfuck her cunt by herself, and she wanted something better. Jerking away from him, she released his licentiously pulsing cock, and shifted her position on the bed until she was again lying right next to him, but upside down with her head by his feet and her feet by his head. Over the last weeks she had purchased some pornographic movies from a source in school and watched them down in the basement, using her father's projector; one of the movies had "Sixty-Nine" as its title and it showed a man licking a woman's pussy while at the same time the woman sucked voraciously at his lust-swollen cock. The movie had driven Dawn into a helpless erotic frenzy and that was exactly what she wanted now, 69, as a preparation to the wild incestuous fucking she needed so badly. No one had ever licked her young teenaged pussy; what she did not know was that her father also had never licked anyone's pussy. But this would change.

Lying upside down next to her hotly aroused father, she now raised herself up on all fours, and moved her head and hands over his long thick 10-inch penis, her long strands of silky blonde hair falling around his stomach and cum-filled balls as she slowly lowered her head while blowing her hot breath at the pulsating cockhead which was still several inches from her soft moist lips. She hoped he would get the hint and also move slightly so that her pussy mound would be suspended directly above his face instead of at his side; but he did not take the lewd hint. Well, she could wait, she would start kissing him there anyway, for she was aroused and excited by the sight of the thick blue-veined, man's penis throbbing away with the beat of his heart, and she wanted so to wrap her lips hotly around it.

Her face was directly over her dad's hairy loins now and she played her hand back and forth on his ever-hardening penis. Her lips were a bare inch away from the tip and she opened her full-upped mouth to exhale softly against it, her hot breath flowing around the thick end with a warm maddening slowness. She peeled back the long foreskin to reveal a long string of precum that dripped onto her fingers, letting the huge prick go, the foreskin quickly retracted back over the broad cockhead. She grasped the penile column of flesh with both hands this time and peeled back the long foreskin, then very gently kissed the wet head.

" Ooooh my God, suck it, suck it now, baby," she heard her father groan wildly below her. His obscene words excited her, and her response was immediate.

Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm wet contact with the thick rubbery head of his cock. She circled it over the smooth, pulsating flesh as he groaned and twisted helplessly from the cruel teasing she was subjecting him to. Then the tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny slit in his throbbing cockhead and darted wetly into it. The pulsing opening was already moist from the tiny droplets of precum seeping licentiously through from his extreme excitement, and the sharp sweet taste that caused her mouth to salivate heavily and her nostrils to flare slightly out.

She dropped her hands to the base of her father's thickly erected penis and cupped his soft hairy testicles gently with one hand, grazing her nails tauntingly over the lust-tightened flesh. The other hand she placed at the thick hard base of his cock where it soared achingly up from the curly black pubic hair covering his loins. She pinched it between her thumb and her forefinger and pulled down teasingly, just as she began planting moist warm kisses around it, beginning at the rubbery tip and tracing a path Dirk could scarcely stand down the entire pounding length of it to the base and then wetly back up to the lust-knotted tip again. She played long, very long, as Dirk groaned from deep in his chest, having never before in his life experienced the joy of a female's lips and tongue warmly sucking his cock.

He could take the lewd teasing no more and reached down to plant his hands in his daughter's hair, and then thrust his fully expanded loins up eagerly with tremendous force, holding her small blonde head in place with his hands. The smooth rubbery head of his cock rammed up inside, crushing heatedly through her soft moist lips, between her white teeth and into the warm wet saliva of her clasping mouth. Dawn could feel the desire-stiffened male flesh rub the entire length of her tongue, almost embedding itself deep in her throat and she closed her eyes tight to keep from choking.

This was very different than Mark Green's 14-year old penis, and her father was becoming more demanding, besides not giving her anything back for it, either! She wagged her arched hips next to his head, gyrating her buttocks, but he did not take the salacious hint and climb with his head up under her waiting cunt. Rats! She turned her head slightly, the cock in her throat following, to see if he was even looking at her naked pussy so invitingly near to him. No... his head was raised so he could watch his cock fucking into her clinging little mouth. The bastard! The selfish bastard!

"Jesus, mouth is like butter," she heard her father murmur as he began to undulate his hips up into her face, his great fleshy staff protruding banana-like from her lewdly ovalled lips.

"Suck harder! Suck harder!" he demanded, his voice thick and crude from passion and from the bottle of Scotch he'd drunk.

Dawn sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with a lewd vengeance around and around the throbbing head ramming so forcefully in and out of her tight rounded lips. She sucked from the masochistic joy of being used, used like some girl of the streets, until eventually her mouth would fill with her father's obscene white sperm and this time, unlike the time she'd sucked Mark, she was going to swallow it. Oh God, she was going to suck his heavily loaded cock bone-dry. And she also sucked so wildly in the hope she would stimulate him to take up his end of the 69 position. In the film it had looked so easy, yet Dawn herself did not know how to get him started. It seemed so very bold to just work her pussy directly down into someone's face as the girl in the film had done with such ease. She was worried about what his reaction might be. And yet... if she were to do just that... if she stuck her excited young pussy right in his face... would it disgust him? or would he.

Dawn moved on her knees until her arched-up buttocks came directly beside her father's face. Then she raised one knee, spreading her legs provocatively wide apart, flattening her entire little cuntal area out wide into one plane, and planted the knee all the way on the other side of his shoulders. She had done it! All of her naked crotch hung in wanton suspension right on top of his face. She could feel his hot breath covering her entire wet pubic area and the dividing crevice of her smoothly upraised buttocks. Would he get the hint?

She glanced back to see the direction of his eyes, which were gaping at her wide-splayed cunt and her ass so close to him as they had never been before. A tiny drop of her excited cuntal moisture brushed glisteningly onto his cheek; and he did not wipe it off. He began to raise his head slowly toward the round white half-moons of her quivering young buttocks, yet he did not yet touch her, much as she desperately wanted him to. Her buttocks trembled like a leaf.

Dawn's father, hands still clamped in her long blonde hair, held her head trapped tightly between his thighs as he thrust his cock mercilessly up into her throat, forcing her lips apart with each upward jerk until almost the whole of his long rigid member was consumed by her straining mouth. Her disheveled hair flowed down to lie in a soft pool on his hairy belly, and her firm white breasts danced and shook as she sucked ever more wildly, making obscene slurping noises. Suddenly the tempo changed, as Dirk stopped his lewd rhythmic gyration and began to groan with uncontrollable excitement, locking his hands hard around the back of Dawn's bobbing head, drawing it deep down on his pulsing rigidity until all that was left exposed of his big cock was a small bit at the base, protruding wet and glistening from his daughter's wildly sucking lips. My god, she was circus freak, he told himself. No woman had ever taken the full length of his prick, much less a little girl.

Now the explosion came, the explosion Dawn had anticipated and wanted so badly, and her mouth filled with the frantically jetting liquid as she gulped it down her throat with hungry swallows. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed as the warmly working cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied, and she swallowed desperately to get every last drop of the flooding white sperm erupting into it. Dawn herself was whimpering from lascivious desire, but she was still left only to the heat of his breath caressing the entire area between her widespread legs. Suddenly her father's deflating prick of flesh slipped out of her mouth, some thin gossamer strings of hot sperm still connecting her lips obscenely to it even though it was now several inches away from her lips.

No! She wanted it all, she wanted every last drop!

With a vengeance the young teenager took his shrinking cock in one hand and forced it back into her mouth, running her tongue over and over the now lifeless flesh to get the last drop of white hot sperm. She stuck her tongue into the slit at the end of his cock and burrowed into it, then sucked, sucked, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with the last, hotly searing remnants of her father's passion.

And then it happened! Her father's hands released their grip on her head and came trembling onto her shaking, smooth rounded buttocks and slowly, inquiringly, spread them apart. Dawn could feel his breath more intensely, his face was closer now. Suddenly, as she continued sucking his limp, deflated penis, his tongue jutted lizard-like up into her pussy a little way, sampling, burrowing tentatively, and then disappeared. She felt her thighs being pressed farther open and she sucked in her breath, swallowing deeply and with a gasp as his tongue flicked into searing contact again, the tip teasing moistly against the tiny bud of her clit and causing it to throb into greater welcome hardness. With his fingers he spread the opening of her cunt wide apart and then, suddenly dropping his tongue from her tiny sensation-filled bud, rammed it deep up into the moist pink flesh of her needful pussy.

She jerked. It was like no sensation she'd ever had before as his tongue circled around maddeningly up inside her hot little cunt, the tip flicking snake-like against the wetly sensitive walls of her virginal young pussy.

"More! More! Lick me, Daddy! Keep licking!" Dawn groaned, excited even by the lewd words she was saying as she lowered her buttocks until her pussy mound was more demandingly in his face, the gaping little opening of her ass just contracting, by virtue of the obscene 69 position, with the tip of his nose.

Dirk pulled the softness of her cuntal flesh ever wider apart with his hands, stretching it cruelly as he heard her beg for more, and now he raised his tongue to the small tightly puckering ass, thrust the tip hard against it until he felt it give way slightly and the tip entered just a tiny bit into the sensitively quivering mystery of her barely adolescent ass. She fairly shrieked her joy now as he teased hotly up into the incredible tightness inside her ass.

"Daddy! Daddy! Oh God, oh, my God!"

Barely able to get his tongue in, he removed it, then moistening one finger in the heated secretions of her dripping cunt and returning his mouth to her hotly palpitating little clit, he thrust the wet finger forward into her tiny puckered ass, sinking it lewdly in to the first knuckle.

" Uuuuuugh!" she grunted.

He thrust it into the second knuckle.

" Uuuuuugh! Daddy it hurts! Daddy, it hurts, it hurts!"

He held it motionless for a moment and thrust his tongue deep up her hot hairy pussy again until she became accustomed to the strange presence in her virginal nether passage, then he thrust a second finger in. She lay still, holding her breath with her mouth wide open, her lips drawn tightly over her teeth to hold back the pain at this twin reaming. Then after an eternity, she began to slowly breathe again and to submit herself to the wildly tingling sensations coursing up between her widespread thighs.

He was licking and sucking in earnest now, and at the same time twisting his fingers around and around in her ass, stretching it wider with each brutal circle until the pain in her rear passage merged warmly with the powerful pleasures coursing through her tongue-spread pussy and she began thrusting her jiggling white buttocks back down on his sodomizing fingers, swirling and skewering around them in obscene rhythm with the hot lashing of his tongue. The small narrow nether passage clasped his fingers tightly, the ring of muscle pursuing his fingers on the outstroke, and receding before his fingers on the instroke. He slid his free hand up over her back and pressed her upraised buttocks down tight against his face, locking her to him in a lewd wet connection of tongue and pussy, finger and ass, her thin blonde pubic hair grazing softly against his cheeks.

Nothing mattered now to Dawn but the lovely swirling sensations rippling in wave after voluptuous wave over every heated inch of her naked young flesh. She, like her father, had no morals now, no inhibitions, no thoughts of anything but the present obscenely rapturous sensations. There was nothing else in the world, and she writhed and twisted into his face and cruelly punishing finger gasping out all the lewd words she had recently learned in school.

"Oh God, Daddy! Suck me! Lick me! Lick me! Eat my cunt! Ram more fingers up my ass! It's all yours! Harder, darling! Harder! Lick it, lick it, suck it, eat it! Eeeeeeee! Aaaaaagh!"

Her naked teenaged body worked wildly on top of his, her smooth white thighs spasmodically opening and closing on the sides of his head. Dirk could feel their warm resilience press tightly against his ears as she would jerk up involuntarily from an extra deep thrust of his tongue in her tight young cunt, or an extra hard twist of his impaling fingers up her narrow ass. With his wide-open eyes he took in the whole panorama of lust and saw her smoothly working belly begin to rise and fall more quickly, her head flailing out of control from side to side, her long blonde hair lashing about his own reawakening loins.

He thrust his tongue up deeper between her trembling thighs.

She responded by sitting down still more to straddle the mercilessly whipping tongue, sitting down on it so hard now that she ground her father's head into the mattress from the pressure, his face now at one with the wispy blonde plane of her widespread cuntal slit, the two fingers he now had rammed up her tortured ass just barely managing to clear his nose and nearly breaking from the weight of her tender buttocks bearing down on them. Everything to him was one liquid mass of erotically seeping cuntal juices and the room filled with slurping, vacuum-like noises from Dirk's lashing tongue in his teenaged daughter's passion-soaked pussy and from his fingers reaching and twisting high up inside her widely stretched little ass.

And suddenly it was just too much! Dawn could feel that his cock in her mouth was now fully erect again, large and hard as before, and his tongue, even deep as it was now up in her pussy, was simply not enough, not as much as that long desirable cock would be, she thought. She liked the punishing fingers worming around high up inside her tightly clenched ass but she would have to sacrifice them to get what she really wanted.

Dawn suddenly raised her thighs away from her father, his tongue breaking contact with her hungering pussy with a quick wet noise and his fingers departing from her ass with a lewd wet gushing sound. She pulled her mouth away from his impatiently throbbing cock and quickly shifted around on the bed until her head was next to his, and his blood-engorged shaft next to her still unsatisfied pussy. She had to have his long thick cock in her! And now, right now!

She reached her hands in panic over to her heavily breathing father and grasped the full length of his stone-hard penis. Then lying on her back, she pressured it voraciously toward her pressured it so hard that Dirk had no choice but to follow. She guided it hastily, in a panic, up the warmly throbbing split of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with the soft sensitive flanges of her cunt until it was poised directly over the hungrily trembling little lips of her naked pussy. Still, even though he was now lying between her widespread legs, he was hesitating. What was it? Wasn't she appealing to him? Was she too young? Were the bodies of full-grown women any better? Or was it... because... she was his own lovely young daughter.

She hurriedly put a hand over his hard male buttocks her other hand still tight around the base of his swollen prick, and with all her might she tried to force this hardened, lust-filled thing she wanted so desperately up between her long shapely legs.

The young teenager felt the moist sensitive lips around her throbbing pussy pushed teasingly open as her grasp succeeded in pulling her father a fraction of an inch closer into her cock-hungry cunt. The elastic-rimmed tightness allowed this amount of forbidden penetration since only the hot tapered beginning of the end of his cock had entered, stretching it already as far as it seemed it could possibly stretch. Yet, she had to have it inside her! His thickly distended 10+ inch penis! Deep up inside! Deeper than she could get with her fingers, deeper than her father could fuck her with his maddeningly probing tongue.

"Come on, Daddy, come on. I need you so much," she whined as she pushed once more on his buttocks, pulling at the same time with her hand grasped around the base of his rock-hard cock. The tight elastic rim of her pussy gave way enough to admit nearly all of the thickly swollen head and this made her emit a long, low groan from deep within her throat. How could anything ever go in there? God it hurt, stretched so much it felt like it would rip into a thousand tiny shreds.

Her young virginal cunt was on fire with the pain and yet she had not released her tightly locked grip on his clenching buttocks and Dirk himself, getting his first lewd taste of the clasping, teasing softness of her cunt, was drunkenly adding substantial pressure of his own. The blood-inflated head disappeared from his view into her wetly clamping young pussy, and he felt the warm moist walls slipping over his throbbing rigidity like warm melted butter. When had he ever felt a hot little cunt like that? Twenty long years ago? This would be a fuck he would not forget all of his life. His head tipped back loosely as he flexed his buttocks and pushed in still farther, spearing up into his 13-year old daughter's cunt without mercy.

Dawn was no longer helping him and both her hands lay clenched into tight little fists at her sides as she squirmed and twisted like a madwoman at the now excruciating impalement of her tiny young cunt. She'd wanted it, she'd wanted it, yes, but God did it hurt! She tried relaxing her muscles to ease the pain, but it only made the pain worse. So she tightened her cuntal muscles again and the result was that Dirk, feeling her do it, misinterpreted it as sexual excitement, as participation in the sensual fucking and shoved cruelly forward now with all his might. Her splayed young teenaged cunt clasped so tightly around his cock that the two might have been one piece of flesh, he had never felt anything so maddeningly tight, and it wildly incited him. With a mad frantic thrust he sank the lust-inflated prick of flesh all the way into the hilt, ignoring Dawn's vain and prolonged moan of pain until his cum-swollen balls smacked sharply against the nakedly upturned crevice of her buttocks.

" Aaaaaaggh!" his pretty blonde daughter writhed nakedly below him. The cock felt like an enormous drill boring through the depths of the belly, battering and smashing everything before it in great waves of warm moist flesh. She said a thousand thanks when it reached its full length and at last remained motionless, for at least it was no longer tearing her apart.

Dirk's cum-bloated balls hung like a pendulum the size of two tennis balls against the cheeks of her roundly flexing ass. But the respite was brief for he began now to slowly pump back and forth, to fuck deeply back and forth as she'd seen in her movies, only when she'd watched it in the movies, with her finger massaging her erect little clit, it did not feel like this. God, was a grown man's cock big! She saw it sliding in and out of her, covered with her flowing cuntal juices, and the sight was as astounding as the feeling, the outer, fuzz-fringed ring of her violated pussy clamping the hardened prick as tightly as a rubber band, and she was surprised that her helpless and naked body did not in fact burst as it felt it was doing. She had reached the ultimate breaking point, and she could no longer find the strength to even twist and writhe her rhythmically fucking father. There was no reason to struggle even if she had found the strength. He had totally conquered her; she held her legs open in servile acceptance as a slave of old, to re lewdly used as her master desired. And, in any case, the whole thing had been her idea, she had in fact been plotting salaciously since she'd discovered the nail-hole several days before. She had wanted it this afternoon when she stood in the beach house gyrating wantonly and abusing herself with her own stroking fingers before her father's gaping eyes. She had wanted it also during the whole lewd performance in this room, a performance lasciviously calculated to seduce him. Yet she had not known it would turn out to be so painful to give up one's virginity. As things turned out, she was the one seduced.

Dirk looked down and could see his curly black pubic hair tangled tightly with the sparse blonde curls between her legs, the base of his thick fleshy prick buried deep up into the pinkly throbbing furrow that his tongue had licked to a forbidden passion only moments before. He could see the lips of his daughter's tight little cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer-lips clasping firmly around the thick blue-veined base of his invading cock.

Dawn flexed her cuntal muscles again in a futile attempt to relieve the pain, but the tantalizing throb of her internal sinews made it worse and again Dirk interpreted it as still more encouragement. He plowed his way still deeper and deeper up into her vainly resisting passage, the walls of her futilely cringing little pussy clasping around him firmly as a glove. Dawn could feel every fleshy ridge of his cock as her nerve ends transmitted its monstrous pulsating form in minute detail to her muddled mind. It was alive inside her! The hard rubbery tip was pressing up against the tender surface of her womb, and at the other end, miles of sensations away, the hairs of his lust-inflamed balls dangling in the crevice of her buttocks tickled salaciously against her unprotected flesh. She was one with this totally impaling cock and in spite of her pain her tongue began a wild licking at the soft moistness of her lips. There was still traces of her father's white smooth cum on them and her nostrils flared, drawing the sweet male odor deep into her body, mingling it in a strange marriage with the feeling of the throbbing cock lodged deep up in her white soft belly. It all seemed to roll together into one great fiery ball of hunger, painful hunger, for still more, and her cunt contracted again in involuntary response at the lascivious thoughts coursing obscenely through her mind.

Dirk pumped faster, the tingling in his throbbing cock as Dawn squeezed her internal cuntal muscles maddeningly delicious to him. This would be a fuck, all right. No, this was a fuck!

"Oh," she whimpered through bared teeth, fighting the fine and indistinct line between pressure and pain.

He set a slow teasing rhythm to his throbs, noticing her nostrils begin a slow flaring in time to the rhythmically lewd beat. He heard with astonishment some soft surprised sounds of unexpected pleasure mingled with pain coming from her open mouth in time to his gentle pumping.

" Oooooohhhh, Daddy, Daddy!"

She began to throb back, her wet clasping cuntal flesh opening and closing softly around his excitedly pulsating cock, as her grunts of pleasure increased until they resounded heavily throughout the room. Her head rolled wantonly from side to side on the pillow as her hips began grinding around in a slow, teasing circle beneath his impaling prick. She was totally subdued now, had found she liked it and her hungry pussy began to nibble pleasurably at his cock, to screw itself up tighter toward his hairy loins.

Dawn's body felt fully alive now. The pain was receding and the maddening electric tingle that had begun deep within her belly had now reached relentlessly through the entire naked area up between her legs. It rippled through her cunt and over the curl-lined lips, dancing like fire across the milk-white thighs, up the full length of her widely splayed legs and against even the sensitive bottoms of her feet. It pulsed its way up from her spasmodically contracting belly through her rib cage and all the way out to the tips of her erectly palpitating nipples which were so aroused now they felt even the brush of the air around them.

She rotated her hips excitedly from side to side around the ever-expanding, impaling member, her no longer virginal pussy dilating in time to its rhythmic beating. The cock and her pussy were both obscenely alive from the same cause, it was all one fleshy mass of joyful sensation, she thought, and It extended very far, beginning with the heat of the head of her father's driving cock which she savored now through the walls of her clasping inner passage, and stepping, well, she did not know where, but in her present ecstatic rapture it seemed to end somewhere out in another universe of sensual pleasure.

Dirk could scarcely contain his joy as he felt her responding young cunt begin skewering hungrily even more up against the length of his rock-hard penis. The muscles inside her little adolescent pussy were nibbling away greedily at the inflated head. The dilated lips of her hairy pink slit pulled teasingly away, sliding wetly down the huge 10-inch prick for several inches and then nibbling slowly back up, buffering her soft blonde pussy curls tightly against his own lust-matted pubic hair, embedding the full length of his hotly throbbing penis deep up into her warm white belly. He became immobile for a moment resting still above her with his palms on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed tight against the mattress and let her palpitating body pump up and down at will on his wildly jerking penis.

Her father could see its slow withdrawal between them, pulling the soft edges of her youthful pink cuntal flesh out with it as she ground her hips down into the bed, and the entry, pushing the same softly yielding folds back up into her cunt again as the moist shiny length got swallowed up whole into the salaciously tight opening.

He let her strain eagerly against him for awhile, watching the utter abandon now of her labors, an ecstatic smile dancing across her lips. By the second her motions were becoming faster, the tempo of her jerks up his cock became more erotically urgent, her teeth bit hard into her lower lip. She was straining to cum, and the secretions of her milking pussy were flowing copiously and causing the in-and-out strokes to produce frantic sucking sounds which incited him to the same desire-maddened pitch his teenaged daughter had reached. He resumed his labors with a passion, matching the speed of her own strokes with his, with each wet sharp thrust burying his cock deep into her trembling belly. Her back began to arch up from the bed, her feet planted firmly on either side of his knees as she bucked wildly against him in her over powering need.

"Daddy! Darling Daddy!" Oh God, yes, I think I'm cumming!" She arched her back up until it was like a taut bow, and Dirk's cock the arrow. "Daddy, I'm cumming, darling, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Aaaaaagghhh!"

With a deep-throated groan, similar to the one which only fifteen minutes before had been of a virgin's pain, her body began to vibrate uncontrollably, her own orgiastic juices oozing from the hotly throbbing passage of her pussy. The extra lubrication and the new vibrations sent the sharpest feelings of all to Dirk's own heavily aching penis and suddenly it swelled into a hugeness that could not be contained, and a great pressure jerked the entire length of Dirk's cock as it began to spurt out uncontrollably its impatient semen.

Dawn could feel the delicious hot white liquid shooting into her like burning fire, ricocheting about inside her dilated young cunt like streams of molten lava. The pores of her tightly clinging little pussy grasped around it, erupting in answer again and again as her own orgasmic juices flowed out against his pelvis, drowning his ejaculating member with silky warmth, and trickling down the crevice of her whitely quivering buttocks over his erupting balls that pressed hard against her expanding and contracting ass.

Dawn reached around her squirming buttocks with both hands and began to desperately milk at her father's testicles pressed into the widespread crevice of her buttocks. She wanted to get the very last drop, it was so good! Her climax began to slowly recede and so did Dirk's, but it was still nice, these last smooth strokes, and her legs kicked out, spiraling tremulously up in the air as Dirk's slowly deflating cock jerked its last, the sperm now foaming out of the drenched pussylips around the base of his massively thick prick. The smooth semen-flooded walls of her twitching cunt sucked and sucked hungrily at the palpitating cock until, in an instant, Dirk gave one final spasmodic jerk and collapsed across her body just as Dawn's trembling legs also came to rest on the bed, deflating cock still inside her, the mingled juices of both father and daughter still flooding out over their exhausted, satisfied loins.

Evenings, normal evenings, that is, were quite predictable in the Traxl house. There would be a brief period during which Dirk and Connie would sit across from each other in the living room, Connie generally on a corner of the sofa nearest the wall of books, Dirk halfway across the room in his very plush, adjustable leather chair, about which were cluttered magazines and newspapers and also still more of his business documents.

From Dirk's side, he saw Connie framed into the scene of books, sofa, three paintings, one of Connie, and a window which showed the ocean approximately half, a mile in distance. He liked this view and he could easily, in fact he often did, become sentimental over the picture of Connie it presented to him. A trust worthy, loyal, attractive wife is what Dirk saw.

And from the opposite side of the room, Connie saw her husband slouching, he nearly always slouched when he sat, in that leather dentist's chair she'd never wanted him to buy, with a background of the fireplace she loved but which hardly ever got used simply because Dirk seldom thought of it, of an enormous picture window which looked out on nothing more than several other identical picture windows, and of the half-dozen chairs and the other couch which were never touched because they never had any guests. Most negatively she noted the business papers at her husband's side. Those papers never left him; or rather, he had alternate configurations of them for wherever he went, one for his study upstairs, one for here, one for the car, and, of course, one for the office. She begrudged him none except the set he kept here, the one place she and her husband might have had some chance for personal contact.

There was another aspect of Connie's view. If she ignored or looked beyond her husband, she saw the piano which in a happier age she herself had played sometimes while her little daughter Dawn danced. These last weeks Dawn seemed to have matured over night and, in fact, was becoming rather wild, even unmanageable. Just as Connie was not at the piano, Dawn was not to be seen in the living room. They did manage to keep the girl in the house, but Dawn spent the time in her room, or in the basement, or anywhere but in the scene of this large, empty deathly still living room.

And with the older girl, Staci, it was the same; or at least her absence from this room was the same. Over in the far corner was the little desk and chair, and the comfortable old plush reading chair next to it which they'd moved there five years before when the pitch of school had become more intense. Staci had always needed contact with, and guidance from, others a bit more than Dawn, and she'd been lonely studying in her room. So they'd made an ideal spot for her here, a spot where she could still be at least in sight of others while doing necessary work. It had been a happy arrangement, but now, Staci was also absent, having taken to spending her time in the basement, or in her room, or away with her boyfriend, she was allowed to spend unsupervised time with her boyfriend. She did not, apparently, find necessary anymore the companionship and parental guidance she had once sought in this room.

Which was the sadder for Connie? Seeing her husband slouched in his chair escaping from his own wife in his damnable business papers? Or the ghostly absence of her children who had once formed so large a part of her life? Whichever, Connie was a disturbed woman, and her response was exactly that of her daughters. She wanted to escape this room, to simply get the hell out.

"Goodbye, Dirk."

Having broke the silence with that, Connie went straight to the hall to get her coat, and in a moment was driving away in her car. She would be on time for her pottery course, but now the room she had left was even stiller, with just the sound of the clock ticking to slice the silence.

Dirk was conscious that his wife had left, and he got up, crossed the room to the little antique liquor cabinet, and retrieved a bottle and a glass. Then he sat again in the chair and began methodically to drink, his reason for drinking, the thing that was currently bugging him, the fact that several days before he'd fucked his 13-year old daughter, Dawn. The effects on him of this were extremely complicated and had brought him into something of a daze, the daze which his wife had so happily just fled from. Yes, Dirk had fucked Dawn, taken her virginity, sunk his cock all the way up to the balls into the formerly chaste pussy of his own young little daughter. And was he now consumed in guilt? Did he now regret the obscene act, did he search the depths of his soul to wonder how he could possibly set it right?

No! He did not feel a bit guilty! In fact, right now he was remembering the crazy suction of his daughter's hotly clasping little pussy, as his penis had rocked maddeningly in and out. He was trying to remember every detail of the time he had spent locked in lust with her naked young body.

Dirk drank now because he did not feel guilty, and this worried him, this worried him very much. A simpler man than Dirk might have felt guilt to such an extent that he would expect God to hurl a lightning bolt at him from heaven for his forbidden act. Dirk was more realistic and knew that the union of one cock with one cunt did not upset the balance of the universe. But he also knew in his case that it was wrong, and that he should feel guilt. He wanted to feel guilt, he thought as he poured himself another drink, the splash of the liquid in the glass breaking the room's silence. Guilt! Guilt! Guilt, damn it, give me guilt! he thought, and emptied the glass very quickly.

Still, no guilt.

Dirk started in his chair from the sudden knowledge that the room was not empty. Was he going mad? No, no... it was just that so seldom did anyone join him in here. He twisted his head and saw Dawn walking across the room behind him to a cabinet. She opened it, retrieved something, closed it, and walked nonchalantly all the way across the room and out again, neither glancing at her father nor away from him.

Maybe things were not so bad after all. Yes, maybe the little event could be tucked into the past and forgotten since Dawn hadn't seemed to be affected by it just then. Scar tissue did, after all, grow over wounds; there must be some analogous process... Dirk left the thought unfinished as his mind, more relaxed now, began to forget the whole thi