The metallic click of the door latch.

Soft footsteps padding across the floor.

Sliding under the blankets, a warm body presses against me.

A warm hand lifts my cock, the grasp firm as it begins to stroke.

Moist lips breathe against my ear. "Mmm, Daddy."

******

It was the fall of her senior year when her mother caught her in her bedroom having sex with the Baxter kid. Her shrieking brought me on the run from the den. I deduced what was happening when I met the boy in the alcove, desperately trying to get his pants on. The terror on his face was almost comical, and I watched as he finished and ran out the door.

When I entered her bedroom, Mandy was sitting on her bed, nude, facing me. Gwen's back was to me as she railed against our daughter. Mandy's legs were crossed, with her hands folded on her lap with a blank look on her face. Her eyes flared as she glanced at me, then moved them back to her mother. She did not attempt to cover herself.

I crossed the room and pulled a sheet over her. Turning, I embraced Gwen and tried to calm her. But her face was contorted in anger and purple with rage, and she looked at me with wild eyes that I didn't recognize. She twisted from my grip and stalked out.

"Don't hold it against your mother. She needs some time to get over this."

"I saw you looking, Daddy," she said, with a wry smile. "Did you like what you saw?"

"You're a grown woman now, Mandy. You need to be more careful."

"I'm always careful, Daddy," she replied.

******

"Baby, we shouldn't be doing this."

We had this ritual. I said it every time, but I don't think I ever really meant it. It had been going on for so long now that I lay awake at night waiting for her to come to me. At first I had tried to resist, but, as they say, a stiff dick knows no conscience. It had been such a long time since mine was this hard. When Gwen went through the change, she changed with it. Our relationship went from husband and wife more to brother and sister. She moved into the second bedroom because her hormones raised hell with her, and she wouldn't see a doctor. It didn't matter anyway, because our sex life had already faded.

Her voice was a sultry whisper. "Do you want me to stop?"

A weak voice I barely recognized as my own replied, "No."

Her face changed, a sensuous smile under lidded eyes. "Daddy, I love your cock." Her grip firmed as her tongue bathed my ear, then moved to caress my lips. "I love how big and hard it is. I love how it feels when I take it into my mouth."

She paused to press her mouth to mine, sending her tongue inside to caress mine. Her low moan spoke of her excitement.

"I love the taste of your cock, the stuff that leaks out that tells me I excite you. I love the taste of your cum when you shoot it, and how it warms me inside when I swallow it."

Her stroking became more urgent.

I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me. Precum bubbled up and ran in rivulets over her hand, puddling at the base.

"Watch me, Daddy." I opened my eyes to see her staring at me as she moved down my torso. "It's like a fountain of your sweet nectar." I watched as she extended her tongue, collecting the overflow along my length. When she got to the head, her mouth closed over it, and she gently nursed. As she pulled back, a long string ran from my slit to her lips. She used a finger to collect it and put it in her mouth, sucking it like it was my cock. Then her head dipped down, her eyes on mine the whole time, and she used her little pink tongue to lap up the puddle that had formed there. Then she moved back up to me, her lips returning to my ear.

"I love the feel of your cock stretching my pussy, how it fills me so full. I love how you fuck me, holding me close when you make me cum. I love the feel of your cock throbbing when you cum, knowing you're shooting it into me."

Her mouth moved back to my neck. "I'm going to suck you now. This was just the appetizer. I need to feel you fill my mouth with your cum. I need to taste it, to savor the taste and texture before I swallow it. Then I'm going to get it hard again, stuff it into my pussy, and you're going to fuck me."

Her mouth moved to my nipples, bringing them to agonizing hardness. Her tongue trailed down my stomach, encircling the head of my cock. She looked me in the eyes as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. When she engulfed it and began sucking, I could only groan.

******

She graduated high school and went on to college, studying finance. She dropped out after two years and moved back home. She learned Quicken and QuickBooks and was working as a bookkeeper for Lewis Oliver's accounting firm. She lived at home and paid us token room and board. The Baxter incident was long gone, but not forgotten. If she was entertaining gentlemen, it wasn't at home.

That first night, she came to me during a thunderstorm. She had always been afraid of them and would come to our bed until they passed. On this night, we just lay together and talked. Her hopes and aspirations, her work and coworkers, people we knew. Just random things two people who know each other would discuss.

It gradually became more frequent. She would lay her head on my shoulder and whisper in my ear, a hand on my chest, her fingers running through the hair. She pulled back when I asked her, but it would creep back. Then she began resting her palm on my pec, lightly massaging it. She would steer the conversation to her social life, and those nights she was out with her friends.

One night, her hand moved to rub my stomach while she told me about a recent date. My eyes were closed as I pictured the scene. What I was unaware of was my physical reaction to her story. But apparently she saw how it affected me.

Her stories gradually became more explicit. She was, after all, an adult. They progressed from their kissing to touching to something more.

"Daddy, it was the most incredible feeling when he sucked my nipple. My whole body was electrified. Then his hand went inside my panties, and his fingers made my whole body quiver." Her hand was stroking my stomach.

"Honey, this is not something I think you should be discussing with your dad."

Her lips were at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, softly caressing the skin as she spoke. "I don't know who else to talk to. Mom has shut me out and there's no one else I can trust. I've never had these feelings before, and I need help understanding what's happening."

"You're a grown woman now. You should have another woman tell you. I'm hardly the person to give you advice."

"You're the only person I trust. I'm a grown woman with no experience. I don't want to make mistakes that could wreck my life. I want my first time to mean something!"

She continued. "His cock was so thick and hard. He pushed my head down until it was at my lips. I knew he wanted me to take it into my mouth, but I hesitated. He rubbed it against my lips, and when I licked them, I could taste it. It was slightly sticky and salty. I had heard other girls talk about cock sucking and how much they enjoyed it. So I took the plunge and opened and took it into my mouth. Then he shot off. It was so much! I was so caught up in the thrill that I hadn't considered what to do with it, so I just swallowed it. Daddy, I was so turned on that I wanted to fuck him. His cock was still hard. But I knew sex with him wasn't what I wanted."

Her hand had descended below my boxer's waistband and had a firm grip on my very hard cock. "I wanted my first time to be with you."

Then she raised her head, a look of astonishment on her face, looking from my face to what was in her hand. "Holy shit, Daddy, you're huge! I never thought you would be this big! And your balls look enormous. I'll bet you cum a lot."

Her lips moved across my neck to my face, all the while she stroked my cock. "Ever since senior year, I've lusted after you. There has been no other boy or man that compares to you. My masturbation fantasies have been your cock taking my cherry and fucking me into orgasms that make my toes curl. Shooting your cum into me."

"I can't wait to have this beast make me a total woman." She moved her body and lay full-length on me. Her mouth descended on mine, her tongue prying at my lips.

At first, I was paralyzed by the shock, but finally recovered enough to raise a hand to her shoulder and push her back. Then I saw the look on her face. It wasn't hard to recognize. She was a woman in heat, looking to get fucked.

With that look, my angry retort died on my lips. Gwen had given up on sex so long ago, and the picture Mandy painted held me in its thrall. When her lips covered mine and her tongue took my mouth, I knew I was lost. I had been without sex for so long that I was powerless to resist. And my cock was harder than it had ever been.

How she got it out of my boxers, I don't know. But she did. And I didn't try to stop her. I couldn't. She had shed her nightshirt and rubbed the head of my cock against her very wet pussy. "Daddy, you're going to be my first. I've been so wet, thinking of you and me and this moment. I want to feel your cock in my pussy. I want to feel you shoot your cum into me, feel your throbbing cock inseminating me. Fuck me, Daddy, make me your woman!"

Her hands were on my chest as her pussy swallowed my cock. Bright eyes, a sudden inhalation as she settled on my cock and I breached her, and suddenly I was balls-deep.

"Holy fuck, Daddy, it's so big! It feels like it's up in my stomach." She was riding me hard, her tight pussy massaging my cock. "You're in me, Daddy. All the way in. Your cock is so big it's rubbing my clit! Fuck, I'm so hot!"

She took my hands and placed them on her tits. "Squeeze them, Daddy. Harder! Make them ache!"

Then her eyes suddenly got very wide. "I'm cumming, Daddy! I'm cumming on your big cock, I'm cumming because you're fucking me! So good, it's so good!"

To this day, I couldn't tell you what came over me, but suddenly I went from fuck-toy to bull.

I took her by the hips and rolled us over, pinning her under me. I gripped her ass with both hands, lifted her up and stuffed my cock into her pussy. A rutting fever took over me, and I pounded her into orgasm after orgasm until I unloaded into her womb.

"Yes, Daddy, yes! I can feel it! Give me your cum! Give it to me! Oh fuck, I'm cumming again!"

Afterwards, when I had rolled off her, she spooned against me. "Daddy, you are amazing! We're going to do this every day."

Remorse set in. I was distraught. It shouldn't have happened. "Mandy, we shouldn't have done that. I'm your father."

Her lips were back at my neck. "You're a man. I'm a woman. I know what I want. I want you. I want your cock in my mouth. I want your cum in my mouth. I want your cum in my pussy. Every day"

I had tried to resist. I really did. But her lips on my neck, her stroking my cock, being so long without a woman, they all ganged up on me. When she said those words, I got a hard-on that would have cut diamonds. And she knew it. She had won.

Her lips returned to mine as she swung her body over me. She placed my cock at the entrance of her pussy, and as her tongue entered my mouth and my cock entered her pussy, we began again.