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This particular weekend though, was a much more memorable time. (M/f-teen, ped, inc, mast, oral, voy) *** "Rachel, your father's here to pick you up for the weekend!" Linda yelled stairs to her 14 year old daughter. "Be right down!" She yelled back. "It's time to get away from you, bitch." She whispered to herself. Rachel had a raging hatred for her mother ever since the divorce. She never forgave her for cheating on her father, Andrew, with his best friend. It was very obvious how the young girl felt. Rarely did a day go by that a screaming match between the two did not happen. Growing up, she had always been a daddy's girl and felt horrible for him when everything went down. Rachel packed her backpack with three day's worth of clothes, her laptop, cell phone and diary which were all she really needed. Every weekend she would be at her father's house and spent the majority of the time just hanging out with him. It may have been weird to say but he was truly her best friend. Never did Andrew turn her away or yell at her, he always listened and spoke to her like an adult, unlike her mother who would talk to her like a five year old. She tied up her long jet-black hair in a ponytail and headed downstairs. "Hi daddy!" She jumped into his arms for a hug, never letting her smile drift away. "I've missed you!" Last weekend, Andrew was away on a business trip and had to skip his time with her. "Missed you too honey." He gave her another hug. Rachel turned around and looked at her mother. Her smile went away. "Bye Linda." She said before walking out of the house. Linda was always angry when her daughter called her by her first name. "Your daughter is becoming a really disrespectful bitch Andrew." "I wonder where who she gets it from." He smirked before leaving. Andrew climbed aboard his pickup truck and started it up. "So honey, what do you want to do today?" He noticed how angry she was. "Anywhere but here." She smiled at him. "Are you making the usual Friday night dinner?" "Yes I am. Steak, rice and a salad...just as you like Rachel." She leaned over and kissed his cheek as he pulled out of the driveway. Andrew lived about a half an hour away from his ex- wife so they had plenty of time to just talk. "So, how was your week honey?" He asked her. "Pretty much the same. School goes good, I come home, Linda calls me a bitch for not dusting every inch of my room, we scream back and forth for an hour... same old shit. I wish I could just live with you, it would be so much easier." "I wish you could too honey, but the judge said that I only get you for the weekends." He could sense how upset she was. "Did your mother tell you about Sunday?" She looked at him confused. "I have to have you back by 9 AM. But that doesn't mean that we can't have fun today and tomorrow, right?" "Of course not daddy, I'm just glad I can be happy for a little bit." She grabbed on to his arm and hugged it. They arrived at his small home, hidden away deep in the woods. The divorce drained him of a lot of money, thanks to the lies his ex-wife told to make him seem like the bad guy. This small house was all that the grocery store manager could afford. Rachel ran into the house and directly headed to the bathroom. When she came back into the kitchen, her father was preparing their dinner as she sat down at the table with her diary. She started to write: -- Dear Diary, Friday, September 21st. 6:00 PM. It's another perfect Friday. I'm away from that fucking bitch Linda and her constant nagging. Daddy is making my favorite meal again. I love my daddy more than anything in the world; he treats me like a princess unlike Linda, who treats me like a prisoner. If I could live here with daddy, I would be the happiest girl in the world. Stupid Judge!!! -- Andrew watched as his daughter jotted away in her diary, looking so happy. Throughout the whole divorce proceedings, he could not recall one time that she did not look depressed. Before anything happened, the family was perfectly normal. Rarely were there any arguments or disagreements; from all angles they looked like the perfect family. It was because of this that when everything went down, Rachel was unaware of how to deal with it. Conflict was never an experience for her and her brain basically shut down. With how she was treated at home, Andrew was happy just to see her happy. "Dinner will be ready in about a half hour honey." He told her as she closed the diary. "Okay, I'm gonna jump in the shower before then." She jumped up, kissed his cheek and scurried off to her room. Rachel reached into her backpack and grabbed a red tank top and her black sweatpants before heading into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later she returned to the kitchen while brushing her hair. Once she finished, she tied it back up in a ponytail and sat back down at the table. Andrew put a plate in front of her and she thanked him. "What do you want to drink honey? " He asked her with the refrigerator. "Daddy? Just this once can I please have a beer?" She looked at him with a cute smile. "How can I say no to that face?" He reached into the fridge and grabbed two cans of beer. Andrew opened Rachel's beer for her and placed it in front of her. She took it in hand and took a big sip before smiling back at him. They slowly ate their dinner in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. After they finished, she stood up and collected the dishes. As she started running the water, her father spoke. "You don't have to do that honey." He stood up. "No sit down. You cooked, I'll clean. It's okay, I like doing things for you daddy." She giggled before continuing washing dishes. When she was finished, they both walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. "What movie do you want to watch Rachel?" He asked her as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Can we just watch TV daddy, I'm kinda tired." She said with a yawn. "Okay honey." He kissed her forehead. "What should we watch?" She looked up at the clock and saw that it was eight o'clock. "Aren't the Reds playing the Cubs tonight?" Andrew grabbed the remote and switched to the baseball game just in time to see a homerun for the Cincinnati Reds, their favorite team. "Awesome timing!" She exclaimed. They sat on the couch for about an hour watching the game until Rachel let out a loud yawn. She stood up and kissed her father on the cheek. "I'm going to bed daddy, see you tomorrow." Andrew kissed her back. "Goodnight honey." About two hours later, after the Reds won their game, he stood up and yawned as well. He turned the TV and the lights off. He started walking towards his room when he noticed the lights still on in his daughter's room. Almost every weekend she would fall asleep with the lights on. "She has to stop doing this." He thought to himself. He slowly started opening the door to turn the lamp off when it got caught on something. Quietly, he bent down to move the object and found the sweatpants that she had been wearing. "Why did she just leave these here?" He thought to himself. He raised his head and looked in the room. What he saw almost gave him a heart attack. Directly in Andrew's line of sight was his daughter's lower body, completely uncovered, with her hand working at her pussy. He was frozen in shock as he watched his 14 year old daughter roughly rubbing on her tender young womanhood that was only covered by a small patch of thick black hair. He backed out of the room, quiet as to not draw attention, and stood there watching through the crack of the open door. "Oh my god!" He thought to himself. Andrew knew that it was wrong to continue watching his daughter play with herself, but was too intrigued to look away. He watched as she rapidly rubbed her swollen, bright red clit and roughly fingered herself. He could hear the moans coming from her mouth, clearly trying not to be too loud to draw her father's attention from his room. Little did she know that her father wasn't in his room but was instead a few feet away watching her. Her father continued watching as she started to buck her hips against her own hand. The moans were rising in volume as she was reaching her orgasm. Andrew could not help but feel a stirring in his own pants as his daughter squirmed around her bed. He was so fixated on the sight in front of him to know what to think. Suddenly, he heard a long, loud moan come from the room as her body stiffened up and the sound of her hand slapping against her soaking wet crotch filled the room. The confused father could see her cum coating her hand and dripping down onto the bed. After a few seconds to relax, he could tell that she was about to get up so he slowly closed the door and headed off to his room. As he lay in bed, Andrew could not figure out how to feel. He had just witnessed a beautiful young girl masturbating furiously in the room next door. Typically, that would be the best thing in the world but this was his 14 year old daughter. Judging by the tent in his pants, he knew how his body wanted him to feel but his brain was vigorously trying to fight it. For the remainder of the night, he did not sleep well. Around seven o'clock in the morning, the confused father heard his daughter exiting her room and walking to the bathroom. He got up and walked down the hallway as she exited, bumping into him. He quickly noticed that she was only dressed in a tank top and a pair of panties. She smiled at him and apologized before scurrying back to her room. As Andrew sat down at the table, she came back out with her sweatpants back on. The young girl grabbed a pop-tart and sat down across from him. "So...what are we doing today daddy?" She nibbled at the pastry and smiled at him. "Whatever you want honey, I just need some help clearing the branches from the backyard first." He responded, trying not to stare at her. Rachel finished her breakfast and stood up. "I'm gonna go get dressed, we can get that out of the way early." She happily skipped away. Andrew couldn't help back look behind and watch her bouncing away; his eyes locked on her butt. "What the hell am I doing?" He asked himself as he got up to change. As he passed her door, he heard her scream. "AHHHH! HELP!" Andrew quickly stormed through the door to see his daughter, completely naked, standing on her bed. He shielded his eyes and asked her what the problem was. "MOUSE!" She pointed to the dresser where a small mouse was running around in the corner. "I'm hate mice! Kill it daddy!" "I can't honey, I'll have to set a trap first." "I can't stay in here with a mouse!" She leaped off of the bed and ran out of the room, not making any effort to cover her nude body. "Can you get my clothes for me?" Andrew grabbed the skirt, underwear and t-shirt off the bed and the boots from the floor. He slowly closed the door and handed her the clothing. "Thanks daddy!" She gave him a hug. He tried his best not to hug her back, with her being naked and only fourteen. "No problem honey, go into the bathroom and get dressed please." He said, keeping his eyes only on her face. "Okay!" She smiled and walked into the bathroom. As Andrew was getting dressed in his room, he couldn't help but notice another unwanted erection standing in front of him. This time, he ignored it and just continued preparing for the yard work. Before exiting the house, he grabbed a mousetrap and set it outside his daughter's door. They both walked outside to start. It was a very warm September morning, so they weren't covered in much. She was only wearing a mini-skirt and a t-shirt while he was just in a hoodie and jean shorts. "Okay honey, all you need to do is pick up the sticks and branches and put them in this trash bag." "Seems simple enough." She smiled and walked off into the yard. Andrew paid little attention to her (now that his erection was gone) and went on cleaning the yard. As he was on the ground picking up sticks, Rachel walked up with an armful and dumped them in the trash. She turned around and noticed a few that she dropped. The young girl bent down to pick it up, giving her father a clear look up her skirt to her uncovered pussy. He looked away when she turned back around, pretending not to have seen anything. "I could have sworn I grabbed her underwear." He thought to himself. He tried to ignore her for the remainder of the task and was successful until the last of the sticks were being thrown away when, again, she bent over to pick up some that she had dropped. "Okay daddy, I think that's all of them." Andrew did not look at his daughter. "Okay honey, you can go back inside now." Rachel was puzzled as to why her dad was acting so weird. "Okay." She quietly said as she headed back inside. As she walked towards her room, she saw the dead mouse in the trap and felt safe enough to walk into her room. She jumped onto her bed and grabbed her diary for another entry. -- Dear Diary, Saturday, September 22nd. 9:00 AM Today I got up and found a mouse in my bedroom! Scary! Daddy set a trap for it and killed it though so I'm nice and safe. I helped him clear sticks and branches from the yard but something wasn't right. He wouldn't look at me, talked differently and was just acting odd. Maybe he didn't sleep well or something. Oh well, maybe he will happier later. -- A little while later, Andrew returned to the house and moved the dead mouse from in front of the door and into the trash can. Rachel came out of her room and gave him a hug. "Thanks for taking care of the mouse daddy, I love you." She said with a smile. "Sure, you're welcome." He broke the hug and walked into the living room. She quickly followed. "Daddy?" She asked in a low voice. "What?" He said, sounding a bit angry. She watched as he didn't look at her and instead watched the television. "Nothing." She slowly made her way into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She climbed onto her bed, pulled her knees to her chest and started crying. She had no idea why her father was angry or why he didn't say "I love you" back. The first thing her mind went to how negative her mother always was to her. Rachel feared that her father was starting to feel the same way. It may have seemed like jumping to a conclusion, but he had never acted this way to her. About two hours later, Andrew knocked on her door. "Lunch is on the table for you Rachel." He yelled out. The young girl wiped her tears away and left her room. Her father was still in the living room as she sat down. "Thank you daddy." "Yeah, you're welcome." He said quietly. She quickly ate her food and ran back to her room, slamming the door behind her. She jumped back on her bed and started crying again until she heard a loud knock on the door. "Rachel! Why did you slam your door!?" He yelled from outside. She did not answer. He opened up the door and walked into the room. "I asked you a question young la..." He noticed her bright red face and wet eyes. "Whats the matter honey?" She sat up and wiped a tear away. "Did I do something wrong dad?" "Well, slamming the door wasn't exactly good." He responded. "No, I mean this morning. You weren't looking at me, you spoke in weird tone and you didn't say 'I love you' back. What did I do wrong daddy?" Andrew didn't know what to say. It would be very creepy to tell her the truth...but he had promised her during the divorce trials that he would never lie to her. He was unsure of the right thing to do. "Come with me honey, we need to talk." He grabbed onto her hand and walked her out of the room and to the kitchen table. They both sat down. "Rachel honey, I'll start by saying that you did nothing wrong. This is all on me." "What are you talking about daddy?" She asked after a big sniffle. "You see honey...after the game last night I was walking to bed. I saw that your light was on and I thought that you fell asleep with it on again." The look on his daughter's face went from sadness to embarrassment. "When I opened your door to turn it off...I saw that you...you were there but you weren't..." "You mean you saw me...?" She interrupted. "Yes honey, I saw you... doing that to yourself." He struggled to continue looking in her eyes. "Oh my god! So that's why you've been acting weird today?" She asked. "Well, it wasn't JUST that." She looked puzzled. "I could tell that...when we were working outside and you bent down to pick sticks up, I noticed...I noticed that you weren't wearing your...your underwear." Rachel immediately crossed her legs under the table. "Daddy, I'm so sorry. I don't really like wearing panties that much. I forgot I was in a skirt. Daddy, I'm so sorry that you saw my...wait a minute. Just seeing it shouldn't have made you act weird unless...Daddy? When you watched me last night, did you get...did your penis get hard?" Andrew could not believe the words coming from his daughter's mouth. "Rachel, I...I..." She cut him off. "It did! Daddy, you got an erection when you saw me?" He was sweating very much now. "I couldn't help it. I saw you with your hand up your crotch, how could I not." "So you got turned on by me?" She asked; a small smile starting to form on her face. "Honey, it's not what you think. It could have been anyone, if I see that I'm going to like it. I mean it's not like I've had any..." He stopped talking. "Any what?" She placed her hand on her father's. "Daddy, please don't treat me like a kid. Finish your sentence." He took a deep sigh. "I haven't had sex since before the divorce. It's been two years without it and...I liked what I saw." Rachel was unsure of how to respond. "Just another thing Linda took away from you huh?" She giggled. "Yes honey...We really shouldn't be talking like this. You're my daughter. I shouldn't have these feeling for my own flesh and blood." Rachel stood up and walked to her father's side. She bent down to whisper in his ear. "Daddy, who do you think I was thinking about when I masturbating?" She pulled her head away and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Rachel? Why?" She sat back down, pulling the chair closer to him. "Daddy, you are the only person in my life now that doesn't treat me like shit. I know it's not right to think about you when I'm doing that but I have nothing else positive to think about. Linda hates me, my teachers don't like me, my "friends" don't really like me...there's only. You make me feel good about myself and I really like it." He continued to stare at her. "But if it bothers you, I can stop. We can go back to the way things were if you want...but I really don't want to." "What are you saying honey?" She smiled and bent down to his ear again. "Don't hate me but...I want to...can I see your dick please daddy?" Andrew stood straight up and looked down at his much- shorter daughter, him standing at 6'5" and her at 5'3". "Rachel..." He put his arms under her butt and pulled her upward at eye level. "You cannot tell anyone about this." She gave him a big smile and pressed her tongue into his mouth. They made out for about a minute before she broke the kiss. "I promise." Rachel was carried down the hallway by her father, mouths still locked together in a loving embrace. He pulled away and asked, "Your room or mine?" "My bed." Andrew kicked the door opened and gently laid her down on her bed. Quickly, Rachel shed her slender body of all clothes. Her father was stunned at how much she had grown from a girl into a beautiful woman. Her breasts had developed into an easy b-cup with almost hourglass-like figure. She licked her lips slowly while watching her father shed his clothes. The horny young girl slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed onto his boxers, sliding them down to the floor and causing his five inch cock to spring free and slap her in the cheek. "Holy shit daddy, it's so big." She used her right hand and started slowly stroking it. Rachel looked up and smiled at her father while increasing the motion of the strokes. "I love you daddy." "I love you too honey." Rachel was so happy to finally get her "I love you" back. She quickly inhaled his cock in her mouth and lightly sucked on the head. "That feels amazing honey." She giggled before forcing the cock as far down her throat as she possibly could. Andrew was amazed at how good his daughter was at sucking cock. His entire cock went down her throat and he could feel her throat muscles struggling around him. She held it for several seconds before letting it out. The young girl took a deep breath before continuing to give him the best blowjob of his life. "Rachel, how did you get so good at doing this." He said, not really wanting a response. Rachel pulled his cock from her mouth and started stroking it fast. "Well...when the divorce was going on, it sent me into a weird place. I needed something to get rid of the pain so...I'm sorry daddy, but I started smoking pot every day after school." He was disappointed. "And when I needed some more...I started...doing things for more. I'm so sorry daddy." Before he could respond, she put his cock back in her mouth and sucked him furiously. "Rachel, could you stop for a second." She slowly pulled his cock from her mouth and backed away, fearing what he would say. Without saying anything, Andrew got down on his knees and got between her legs. "It's not a problem honey." Andrew stuck his tongue out and pressed it against her throbbing clit. She grabbed on to his head and moaned loudly. He spent several minutes licking and finger- fucking his young daughter. He started with just his index finger before fitting in another. He tried to fit in a third, but she was too tight. He was ramming them into her as hard as possible, causing her cum to splash out of her pussy and onto the bed. "Oh daddy... oh daddy... yes... yes... don't stop daddy." Rachel cried out as she felt a rush of pleasure shooting up and down her body. "Yes... yes... I'm cumming... oh fuck... AHHHH!" She grabbed onto her father's hair and clenched hard as her cum exploded from within. Andrew made sure to lick up every drop that fell from his daughter's cunt. Feeling very relieved, she lay on the bed only breathing heavily as her body came down from its high. "That was so good. Thank you." She said between breaths. "There's more where that came from honey." Rachel stared at him as he stood up and positioned his rock hard cock at her moist opening. He lightly brushed the hair from the front of her face so that he could stare her in the eyes as his cock slammed into her. Even after struggling to fit his finger inside, he was still surprised at how tight his daughter's pussy was. She arched her back and let out a deep moan as he forced all seven inches into her. "Oh shit daddy!" She squeaked. The sounds of her moans were only rivaled in the room by the sound of her father's balls slapping against her asshole. About five minutes into the fuck session, she flipped over on to her stomach and stuck her ass up in front of him. "I want you to fuck me harder daddy. Pretend I'm Linda...make it rough!" She screamed as he reentered her pussy from behind. Andrew grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her back and forth as hard as possible. He had no concern as to whether she was getting hurt or not, he was just doing as she asked. He could see her breasts and hair whipping back and forth in a violent motion. His young daughter was struggling to keep her knees on the bed while she was being violently jerked around. The feeling of his balls slamming into her clit pushed her other the edge and she exploded in another orgasm. She shoved her own face into the mattress and screamed bloody murder. "Oh Rachel, you are such a good girl." He said, yanking her head up by the hair. "Do you want to drink daddies cum?" "Yes please. I want to drink it all." Andrew thrust into her a few more times until it was time to finish. Rachel crawled off the bed and knelt in front of him. She took control of his cock and shook it until he exploded. Shot after shot of thick, creamy cum left the hole of his cock and landed directly in her warm, welcoming mouth. She made sure not to let a single drop of it miss its target. Her mouth quickly surrounded his messy cock head and she licked every last bit of cum from it. The exhausted father sat down on the bed and watched his daughter finish. Once she did, she sat down next to him and hugged him. "That was fun daddy." She said. "Yes it was honey." "I wish I could live with you so we could do this all the time." "Rachel, I hope this doesn't upset you but we can't do this too much." He said while staring into her eyes. "I mean this is illegal." "Daddy, I don't mind. As long as we can do this once or twice per visit, I'm fine." They shared a long kiss. "Could we at least do that a lot? "Of course." They kissed again before getting dressed. The two spent the remainder of the day like any other, except for the constant making out. That night, she slept in his bed with him. They held each other close all night, never wanting to let go. At 8 o'clock in the morning, they woke up and watched each other change before heading out and back to Linda's house. As they sat in the truck, Rachel pulled out her diary and wrote another entry: -- Dear Diary, Sunday, September 23rd. 8:30 am. Yesterday was the greatest day of my life. Sure, I had the problems in the morning but I learned why...daddy caught me masturbating! He was just too embarrassed to say anything. I'm so glad he did though, after he told me I told him why I was doing it. I love my daddy so much and I finally showed him the level of love. He carried me into my bedroom and gave me the best sex of my life. His dick is so big, it felt so god in my pussy. As I slept in his arms, all I could dream about was him ramming it back into me. It took over fourteen years but I finally found my one true love. I can't wait for next Friday when I get to have sex with him again! END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 74