Kevinâs career in a large marketing firm began to take off, and when Kathy announced she was pregnant 2 years into their marriage, everything in his life seemed tro be coming together. He had a great job, a loving wife, now, a family. How could things get any better? Little did Kevin know the strange turn his life would take.Shortly after their child was born, a beautiful girl which they named Sara, something totally unexpected happened. Kevinâs job paid well and he easily provided for their financial needs without requiring Kathy to work. So when the evangelists came to the door of their house one afternoon, they found Kathy alone with her young daughter, who was two years old at the time. Kathy had never been a religious person, but these men were friendly, and the opportunity to talk with some adults appealed to her, as most of her day was spent caring for Sara. She invited them in, and they talked for a long time. Thatâs how it began. At first, Kevin who was not a very religious man himself, didnât mind the time Kathy spent with the church these men represented, and felt that a little churching would be good for their daughter, who often accompanied Kathy to the services and meetings. Kevinâs job kept him away from most of these events, and Kathy didnât seem to push him into becoming involved, so he contented himself to stand on the outskirts, and was glad his wife found something she enjoyed, something to keep her busy during his long work days. As the months and the years went by, he saw a slow change in his wife. She became more aware of her âsinfulâ past, and seemed to feel shame and guilt about her rowdy times. The strict ways of the church taught her how shameful her acts had been, and though she could be forgiven for them, she needed to purge such feelings from her being, and not allow her daughter to follow in her footsteps, at any cost. For 18 years this went on, progressively increasing in intensity, until Kathy began to see sex in any form as wrong and shameful. While she knew sex with her husband wasnât a sin, it reminded her of her old days, and she couldnât bear to think of those times. Sex with her husband became less and less frequent and less and less enjoyable for either of them when it did happen. Kevin was understanding about this at first, knowing his wife had many issues from her past with which she had to deal, and felt she would work through them on her own. But the years dragged on, and the wonderful sex life he once enjoyed soon dwindled away. When Kevin would try to broach the subject, Kathy would either find something else she âhadâ to do, or get upset that he was bringing up such a subject. Eventually, Kevin began catching himself noticing other women. But it wasnât just noticing, he had always appreciated an attractive woman, but now he found himself watching, staring at women. Imagining random women he saw on the street naked, with him. Then he realized it wasnât just women, it was young womenâŠgirls even. The longer his wife denied her, the younger his fantasy girls got. Then he noticed Sara.Sara, his little girl. She was 18 now, just starting to develop. It started almost subconsciously. Heâd catch himself staring at her legs when she wore shorts or a skirt. Her breasts when she wore a tight sweater. Heâd shake the thoughts from his head when he realized them, but they always seemed to come back. His daughter, as innocent as her mother had once been experienced. So young, so delicate, so sheltered by her motherâs religious fervor. She may not even be aware of sex, other than knowing itâs bad. The school she went to was associated with their church, and they avoided any sex ed curriculum like the plague. He began waiting around the bathroom when she was showering, waiting to see her come out in a towel or even less perhaps. Heâd find an excuse to be there, so he could deny his true purpose to himself, but deep down he knew what he was doing, and he couldnât stop it. His fantasies began to get stranger and involved his daughter more and more as his mind warped further from the denial of sexual release. Soon he began to stop making excuses or denying his purposes, trying to spy on his little girl, and reveled in the pleasure of it when he caught a glimpse without her knowing it. Her thighs were thin and smooth, her breasts small but firm with their newness. Each stolen glimpse he caught only made him thirst for more. It was in the car that his mind finally cracked, on the way home from church ironically. Kathy was staying after the service to attend another meeting, but Sara had homework due for Monday, a project that would take several hours to finish, so Kevin picked her up after church. She stepped in the car, exposing her leg underneath the floral print sun dress she wore. She smiled at him as she sat down in the car, pulling her skirt down back over her knees. âHi daddyâ she said. âThanks for getting me, momâs gonna be busy at this meeting for a couple of hours.âKevinâs voice trembled as he responded, trying to sound relaxed when he was anything but. âNo problem honeyâ He responded. âItâll be nice to spend some time alone with youâŠitâs been a while. Maybe I can help you with your project?âSara beamed at him. âThat would be great daddy. Iâve almost got the model volcano finished, I just need to paint it, get the finishing touches on it. Itâll be fun to paint it together.âKevin smiled to himself. He had a couple of hours alone with her, and an excuse to be in her room with her the whole time. âI think youâre right sweetie, it will be fun.âThey arrived at home, and he followed his daughter out of the car, watching her pretty ass sway in front of him as she walked. He had to use all the self restraint he had not to reach out and grab it. They walked into the house. âLet me get changed if weâre gonna be painting, honeyâŠyouâd better get out of your church clothes too.â Kevin told his daughter, smiling to himself, a plan forming in his mind.âI will daddy, I donât want to wreck this dress.â Sara responded. She headed to her room as Kevin went to his. He took off his clothes, and left only his boxers on, and headed to Saraâs room.He walked in without knocking, purposefully hoping to catch his daughter in mid-dress. He wasnât disappointed. There she was, standing in front of her dresser, wearing only a pretty but modest bra, and a pair of white flowered panties. She turned around with a start, covering herself with her arms as he walked in. âDaddy, Iâm not done changing!â she yelled. He looked at her a moment before he found his voice. âWell, if weâre going to be painting, we might as well just stay in our underwear. Iâm in mine, and I donât think you want to wreck any of your other clothes either. Besides, itâs just me, no one else will see you.âSara stood covering herself for a moment, contemplating, before finally relaxing and lowering her arms. I guess youâre right daddy. Itâs just you.â Kevin smiled, and moved to her desk, where a large papier-mĂąchĂ© volcano stood, waiting for some paint. âSo, where should we start?â Kevin asked as Sara joined him at the desk. She sat in the chair as Kevin stood behind her, looking down at her, trying to get a good angle to see into her bra.Well, I guess letâs just start painting it brown. Weâll put the lava and stuff on laterâ Sara answered, oblivious to her lecherous fatherâs true intentions. She opened the paint and looking over her shoulder she handed a brush to her father.
âHere, daddy, you can use this.â She said, looking into his eyes. Kevin took the brush from her, his hand trembling slightly. Sara noticed. âAre you ok, daddy?ââUmmm, Iâm fine honey, just a little cold I guess.â He lied. As she turned back around, he felt her long dark hair brush against his bare stomach, sending more shivers through him. Sara dipped her brush into the paint, and started slopping it onto the model. Kevin dipped his brush, but purposely brought it over his daughter as he pulled it back, and a large drop of paint splattered on her shoulder. âOops, sorry honey.â He said as he brought his fingers to her shoulder, wiping the paint off, feeling her smooth skin. He wiped slowly, only smearing the paint. âI think we may need showers after weâre done here.â He said.Sara looked down at her shoulder where her fatherâs hand still rested, seeing the smeared paint. âItâs ok, daddy, itâll come off.â With that she went back to her work. Kevin moved next to his daughter, and started to paint, barely watching what he was doing, as he kept his eyes on his nearly naked girl.âNo, daddy, not like that! Like this.â With that, Sara took her fatherâs hand and showed him how to apply the paint properly. Her touch was like electricity shooting through his hand, up his arm, and straight to his groin. He felt his cock harden. With his right hand he painted, and his left moved to Saraâs shoulder, and he wrapped it around her. It was an awkward move, but he had to touch her. Sara felt his hand and wondered at it, but kept painting, not really concerned.His hand squeezed her shoulder, in a massaging fashion. She responded to the touch. âThat feels good daddy.â Kevin put down his brush and stepped back behind Sara, and massaged her shoulders with both hands. Sara put her hand on the desk, still holding the brush, and let her father rub her shoulders. âMmmmâŠthat feels real good.â As Kevin rubbed, his hands moved forward a little, following her bra straps down her chest. As his hands moved down, Saraâs eyes opened wide, and her head jerked up. âHey, daddy, what are you doing?âKevin was getting caught up in the moment. He paused momentarily, then continued moving his hands toward her breasts. As he wrapped his fingers around them, he lowered his face to Saraâs ear. Iâm playing with my little girlâŠdonât you wanna play with daddy?âSara was frozen with confusion and fear. âNo, daddy, I donât want to play like this.â She said, tears coming to her eyes. âWhy are you doing this daddy?ââBecause Sara, I can. Your mother taught you that you need to obey your parents. You learned that in church too, right?â He whispered as his hands continued to knead Saraâs soft breasts through her bra. âDaddy needs you to play honeyâŠletâs take a break from painting.â He wrapped his hands under her breasts and pulled her body up, out of the chair. Sara stood, still unsure how to react. She had a feeling of dread but did not want to disobey her father, though her instincts were screaming that she should.Kevin turned her around to face him. The first thing she noticed was that her fatherâs boxers were tented out in front of him. While she didnât know much about sex, she knew that this was a bad sign, since that was a private place and she wasnât supposed to see the private places of boys. She wondered at what could be making such an odd shape. But those thoughts disappeared as she looked into her fatherâs eyes, crazed with lust. He looked at her body unabashedly, barely seeing her face, just looking at her as a piece of flesh, an object. âTake off your bra Sara.â He commanded. Sara looked up at him. âWhat daddy?ââYou heard me darling. Now take it off, or Iâll take it off for you.ââBut daddyâŠâ she started, but saw the look in his eye and thought better of arguing further. She lowered her head, reached behind her, and unsnapped her bra, letting it hang loosely on her shoulders, too embarrassed and frightened to take it off all the way. Her fatherâs hands went to her shoulders, and slipped it off of her, exposing her young breasts, so perfect in their newness, seemingly defying gravity. He reached out and softly stroked them, squeezing them gently, barely believing this was happening at all, not even thinking of the unnaturalness of the act he knew would soon come.âSoâŠperfect.â He mumbled, thoughts spinning through his head. He had lost the ability to reason, to think clearly. Everything was a blur through his lust and desire. His hands grasped her breasts roughly, squeezing them, her nipples hardening between his fingers.âYouâre hurting me daddy.â Sara said as she tried to pull back. But Kevin didnât hear her. He grabbed her by the waist as she tried to move away, and picked up her small body easily, and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her back. âWhat are you going to do daddy?â she asked when he came nearer to her. âDaddy needs you SaraâŠI have needs that your mother wonât help me with. So I have to use you to get them met. Iâll try to be gentle, but it might hurt you a little.â Kevin said as he crawled onto the bed. âNow lift your butt up a little for daddyâ.âDaddy, I donât understand. What kind of needs? I donât want you to hurt me. Whatâs going to happen?â Sara whimpered as she raised her butt, obeying her father, still swimming in a flurry of fright and confusion. Kevin grabbed the sides of her panties, and pulled them down, exposing her young pussy to Kevinâs lustful gaze. A small amount of soft hair sprouted above her slit, and Kevin noticed that her lips seemed slightly swollen. His lust raged out of control, as he looked his little girl up and down, naked, exposed, frightened. He looked in her eyes. âI know youâre confused baby, but daddy doesnât have time to explain. You just have to trust me, and know that youâre helping your daddy so much by doing this, ok Sara?Saraâs eyes teared, and she cried.âI donât wanna, daddy. I think mommy will be mad!ââWe canât tell mommy then, little girl.
Daddy will love you more than ever after this though, so just accept whatever happens. Now donât cry.â Kevin responded, as some understanding of what he was about to do crept into his head, though it was far too late to stop. He knelt on all fours above his daughter, and with one hand, pulled his boxers down, then off. Sara looked down and saw the throbbing, erect member of her father, poised above her. She had seen crude drawings of a penis, but this was nothing like that. âDaddy, itâs so big. Are you going to put thatâŠdown there?â she asked.Kevin lowered himself on top of her, his cock fitting between her tightly closed legs. âYes honey, thatâs where it goes. Now open up your legs for me.â When she didnât comply immediately, Kevin put his leg between hers, and forced them open. He wedged his body between her legs as she trembled, and positioned his cock at her opening. He looked directly into her eyes as he moved his hand to his cock, holding it in position. He wiped the head of it along Saraâs young slit, and was pleased to find some wetness already there. Saraâs body was responding through pure instinct of the situation, though she had only a vague idea of what was about to happen. As she felt her fatherâs cock rub against her clit, she felt an odd feeling in her stomach, and was surprised that it felt sort of good, though she could not explain how or why.That feeling disappeared when she felt the head of Kevinâs cock push against her and slip into her. Kevin felt the exquisite pressure of his daughterâs virgin hole surround the tip of his cock. It had been so long since he felt the soft walls of a woman, much less walls this tight. He moved his hand away, and pushed his hips into Sara, forcing his cock into her, slowly, deliberately. Sara felt herself being parted like the Red Sea. The pressure was impossible, she felt stretched to her limits, and her daddy had barely begun. âNo more daddyâŠit hurts too badâŠplease!â she cried. But of course Kevin would not be denied.âJust try to relax honey. Youâre so tight, this wonât take long.â Sara wasnât sure she understood what she meant, but as her father paused, the feeling down below started to get more comfortable, until he started to move again. He pushed into her a couple of inches, till he reached her cherry. He was so thankful that it was still intact, for so many of his fantasies had included watching her face as he broke into her. âOK, baby, the worst part is coming; itâll all be downhill after this. Just get ready.âSara didnât know what she was supposed to get ready for, so she just closed her eyes and clenched her fists. She felt her dad stroke in and out of her softly, as if warming up for something. On the third stroke, she felt him lurch forward with force, and a searing pain fired from her private place. She opened her mouth wide, but could not find the breath to scream. Kevin looked down at his daughterâs face, frozen in a silent cry, when her head began to thrash back and forth. Finally she spoke. âOw ow ow, daddyyyyy, noâŠstop! I canât do it, it HURTS! Stopstopstop!â Tears flowed from her eyes.Kevin stopped; his cock buried five inches deep into his daughter, with three to go. He looked down at her and stroked her hair. âOk, honey, weâll just take a break, let you get used to this. I wonât move for a little while. Just relax, baby, weâll get through this.âThe girls breathing started to slow as the pain subsided, and she looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes. âDaddy, I love you, but this hurts so muchââI know honey, but the pain is going away, isnât it?â He asked her, and she thought for a moment.âYes, I guess, but before, it hurt ALOT. Will it hurt like that again?â She asked.âNo baby, like I told you, the worst is over.â He started to move his hips again, slowly back and forth in and out of her, pushing his cock in a little deeper with each thrust inward, until she had it all. He saw Sara wince a time or two, but could see that she was quickly accommodating him. Now he decided to try something, to make sure his girl would keep their secret. He lifted himself up a bit, and brought Saraâs hand down to her clit. âRub right here baby, it will make you feel better. Rub in circles, or however you want. Youâll discover what feels right to you soon enough.âSara was beginning to feel better anyways, and was noticing that odd feeling in her tummy returning before her father moved her hand. As she did as he said, she felt a new, more intense feeling flow through her. The feeling of her button being rubbed in combination with her fatherâs thing moving in and out of her slowly was quite nice, even exciting. As she explored her own body, her fingers felt her dadâs penis moving in and out of her, slick with her blood and juices. Kevin looked down between their bodies, and almost lost it. The sight of his own cock thrusting in and out of this young girl, combined with the sight of her learning how to give herself pleasure blew his mind. He began to increase his pace, pushing his cock harder and faster into Sara as he felt his balls tightening, and his muscles start to spasm. He knew it wouldnât be long now. He looked at Saraâs face, and saw that it was now contorted not in pain, but in pleasure.Sara was amazed that so much pleasure could follow such a painful experience. Her daddy was right; this DID make it feel better. Her head began spinning as the feeling grew in intensity, building in the pit of her stomach, working itâs way up her spine to her head. When it reached the top of her head, she exploded in pleasure, a feeling so powerful and intense, but one which she could not explain. Her body once again began thrashing, her leg muscles spasmed and her back arched, as if trying to get her father even deeper inside herself.âDaddy, YES! Oh daddy, IâŠIâŠOHHH! I canât believeâŠit feels so GOOD! More daddy, please, MORE!â Sara cried, not even aware of what she was saying. Hearing his daughterâs cries of ecstasy was all that Kevin needed. He felt his leg muscles tighten, his balls squeeze tight, and the rush of sperm traveling through his cock into his little girl. Ribbon after ribbon of milky semen flooded into Saraâs recently deflowered womb. Kevin couldnât remember a more intense orgasm in his life, as cum pumped into Sara over and over again, filling her, and leaking out of her from around his cock, mingling with her natural juices and virgin blood, making her wet hole even slicker for the final moments. He moaned in joy, relief, and love, then collapsed in exhaustion on top of his daughter. Suddenly he felt his little girl pushing him from underneath. âYouâre crushing me daddy!â Sara exclaimed as Kevin lifted himself off of her, pulling his soft member out of her, then lying down next to her. He held her in his arms, still trying to catch his breath. Sara turned her angelic face to her father, and asked, âDaddy? Was that sex?â Kevin smiled and said to her, âYes, Sara that certainly was sex. You were wonderful. I hope it didnât hurt you too much.ââIt was fun at the end, but Iâm still not sure what all of it was about.â She said with a slight frown on his face. âWhat happened to us at the end, daddy?âKevin laughed, and replied, âWeâll have to do some talking later darling, but for now, weâd better get cleaned up before you mother gets home. We wonât tell her about this, right?ââRight, daddy, I wonât tell.ââThatâs my good girl. Daddy loves you baby, even more than beforeâAnd after one last hug, they began to get rid of the evidence of their act. 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