How They May Be

She stood there then in just her white cotton underthings, so delectably lovely I almost couldn't stand to look at her. Like I was staring at the sun. "My God, you're beautiful," I barely murmured, and she giggled back drunkenly, fumbling at my shirt. Her bra was the next to go; I could hardly breathe as I unhooked the clasp and slowly brought her bosom into my sight, inhaling with wonder at the unveiling. She was even more exquisite than I had recalled from my earlier glimpse. Small but well-formed, her pert breasts were perfectly spaced and shaped, light pink nipples pointing proudly upwards. I wanted to kiss them, caress them, taste of them, but...it had to be done right. Properly. 'Right' had nothing to do with this.

My lips gravitated to hers once more, my arms encircled her waist in a tight embrace, and I bore her back with me to the bed, collapsing with her upon the freshly-made covers in a haze of passion. Only then did I permit my hands to rise to her breasts, squeezing at their gently rounded softness, enjoying openly now what I had caressed in secret the previous night. Emily squealed wordlessly into my mouth as I pinched and tweaked at her rigid nipple, and her delighted anguish further fanned the flames of my desire. My mouth drifted from hers and caught upon the tip of her breast, my lips closing on the light pink nub and suckling like a babe. She was delicious, a clean and healthy taste mildly flavored with sweat, and she clutched my head against her as I worked at her bosom, her fingers tangled in my hair. "Mmm, tha'ss nice," her voice sounded somewhere above me, slurred with alcohol and spiced with pleasure. "That's - ohh, don't stop."

My heart sang and loins twitched to hear her satisfaction, and in celebration I bit down lightly, teasingly, upon her nipple, provoking a fervid cry and a sharp tug upon the back of my head, pulling me against the pleasant cushioning of her bosom. I elected to soften my assault, trailing my tongue in slow circles at the top of her breast, bathing in the heated murmurs and low moans that flowed fluidly from her inviting mouth. Her cries were music to my ears, made all the more beautiful by the knowledge that it was I who played her. As I continued reverently to wash her breasts with my tongue, she loosely latched her legs around my backside, grinding her hips in slow circles against me, a soft exclamation escaping her lips at every apex.

I could have remained for an eternity there at her bosom, but greater treasures beckoned me onward. From the valley of her breasts and down her taut, heaving abdomen I forged a trail of kisses, sliding slowly down her body. A drunken giggle interrupted her moans as I paused to spear my tongue into her adorable belly button, my hands squeezing on either side of her slim waist, fingers lightly tickling at her delectable flesh. She squirmed softly beneath me, small hands clasping my scalp, and arched her back upwards, trying helplessly to escape those fingers that knew her most sensitive spaces.

Finally I took pity on her, laid a kiss atop her winking navel and fell at last to her holy of holies, my lips trailing down her center and brushing against the elastic band of her panties. And oh, how the blood rushed in my veins to see the wetness at their base, that slowly spreading stain that turned the white cloth to a murky window on her youthful flower. I knew this moment was to be savored, each instant wrung of all its satisfaction. Wrapping an arm around each of her thighs, I planted my nose upon her dampness and closed my eyes as I inhaled deeply of her womanly musk.

That scent! So rich, so potent, it could have aroused a dead man. Her aroma sent shivers down my spine, stoked my lust to an inferno. A slow, relentless gasp escaped my lips as that heavy perfume saturated my consciousness, and I roughly nosed at her like a pig rooting for truffles. Emily groaned with pleasure, the wet fabric rubbing tightly at her muff, slipping ever so slightly inside her crease. I felt her right hand slide off my scalp, saw it move to delve beneath the hem of her panties in search of self-satisfaction. But with just her fingertips inside, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. "No," I commanded with an intensity I hardly knew I possessed. After all my agonizing, I was not about to share her, even with herself. "No. I want to take care of you, princess. Understand?" And I kissed her fingers, bit lightly at their tips.

"Yes," she breathed, her hips waving in small undulations beneath my gaze. "Ohh, god, yes, but please," it was almost a whimper, "please, quickly..."

It was time, anyway. With baited breath, I grabbed hold of the outermost edges of her panties and slipped them slowly down, the wet cloth clinging desperately to her skin as though it desired her as much as I. Inch by inch it peeled away, until finally I stared rapturously at her grail, which heaved and pulsated with the twitching of her hips. She must have shaved not terribly long ago, for her mound was a soft scrubland of short black hairs, barely long enough to kink and gently prickling at my palm as I laid my hand atop the pulsing heat of her. Her pussy lips were as red as her cheeks, so puffed-up with blood that she was sealed shut, but running my thumb along her narrow slit returned a thin coating of her pungent nectar, and a gasping cry from above me. I reverently licked her juices from my thumb - they were salty, and thick, and slightly bitter, and they tasted of divinity.

Emily was more than ready now, her body bucking back fiercely against my touch, her breath coming in panting gasps that formed a single word, over and over; "please, please, please..." Her fingernails scratched at my scalp, clutching at it helplessly. I was wickedly grateful for the wine that had robbed her of her reason and made real this fantasy. Though my want burned as brightly as hers, in the face of her desperation I could not resist teasing; pursing my lips, I blew softly upon her quivering mound - a breathy caress, lovingly stroking along her slit and roiling amidst her fine black hairs.

It seemed this was a straw too many. A cry of exquisite torment tore from Emily's throat as she forcefully pulled my face to her flower, frantically ground against my nose and chin. Staccato gasps of desperate pleasure drifted down to me with every thrust of her hips, and for a handful of moments I permitted this to continue, allowing myself to be used like a toy for her satisfaction. Her cries rose towards crescendo, only to be cut short at the peak as I pulled my head back and held her down upon the bed. It was not an easy task; her strong legs pushed rebelliously back against me, her hips quivering in my grasp, struggling for completion. But finally she fell limp upon the covers, a despairing sigh on her lips as her breath raced to catch up with her exertions. "Please," she slurred again, softly pleading, "please, I'm so close..."

No more teasing, no more delays. I planted my mouth upon her womanly gateway and battered inside with my tongue, to a feeling like licking a light socket. She was electric, incandescent, atomic, and I groaned ecstatically into her depths as the taste of her exploded in my brain. I could not have enough; my tongue twirled about inside of her, lapping at her juices like a dog. The music of her moans quickly rose again in delicious urgency, her hips twitching up spasmodically against me as I buried my face in her crotch, my nose poking rhythmically between the healthy pink folds of her pussy, probing at her clit. There was an upwelling of emotion within me, of excitement and anxious responsibility both, as my questing tongue found her maidenhead and traced its edge, where the thin fleshy barrier merged with the flexing walls of her feminine channel. It would fall upon me to show her how wonderful sex could be, the sweetness of two people in union, a duty I joyfully accepted.

"Ohh, god, it's..." Words coalesced vaguely from Emily's pounding cries, and she squeezed my head between her thighs as her legs locked tightly behind my neck. I could hear the blood coursing through her veins, a furious tattoo that bade me faster. I could not refuse. My tongue barraged her womanhood, delving in and out like the beating of a hummingbird's wings. Jumped to her pearl and licked it clean. A strangled cry passed her lips, "Feels so good...oh my god..." She was passing over the edge now - I could feel it in the thousand tiny palpitations of her flesh, hear the sensual touch of madness in her voice. A final tremor of pleasure shuddered through her bones, rattling my neck so fiercely it hurt, clasped between her strong legs. "Oh, god, daddieee...!"

Surprise. I didn't really think she still knew who I was, thought that in her mind I was perhaps some dark-haired stranger from her fancies. But if the knowledge did not dissuade her, I was in no state of mind to ponder the matter. My erection throbbed insistently at the top of my slacks, demanding release and satisfaction, and this time it was to be obeyed. Standing up, I cast my clothing to the ground in record time, finally releasing to the air my manhood, which strained as though it thought it might reach her even without my assistance. Emily's eyes darted between it and my face as I crawled upon her, embraced her on the bed, placed my cheek against hers. "This might hurt a little bit, pumpkin," I advised her softly, my mouth so close to her that my lips brushed her earlobe as I spoke.

"I don't care." Rebellion in her voice, proud and self-confident amidst her panting exertion. Glowing from the wine, and from her own recent satiation. Her hands gripped at the muscles of my back, nails digging into my skin, the touch of pain egging me on. "I want . . . mmph. I want you, I want to - to feel you."

The words fell like manna to my ears. Looking down through the space between us, I took hold of my organ and guided myself carefully into her. From the start I could feel her tightness, her slick heat, inviting me onwards as her flesh reluctantly parted and stretched around me. With just the tip inside I was pressed up against her maidenhead, the final gatekeeper for her innocence. One last chance for me to return to my senses. To turn away from this evil.

No. It was no chance at all - after what I had already done, there could be no turning back. I looked into her eyes, dreamily lidded and glazed with pleasure, and in them, a shimmer of the sublime adoration that overwhelmed my soul. "I love you so much, Emily." A whisper, my voice weak with emotion, and then I kissed her once more. Our lips crushed desperately together, seeking their own union, tongues licking like fire into one another's being.

No more words. I grabbed hold of one of her knees in each hand and, while her lips still clutched at mine, pulled open her legs to their gymnastic utmost. Then, with a single, powerful thrust, I speared into her, her innocence tearing before my passage like a silken veil. A piercing scream split the room, barely muffled by my mouth on hers - a wail in the uppermost registers that began in agony and ended in a gasping rapture.

God, but she was tight - I felt like a nail hammered into a wall, like a caterpillar wrapped in his chrysalis, driven by some deep and remorseless instinct. I had to take it slow, sliding in and out of her with a pace like that of the tides, every thrust taking me deeper by what seemed mere millimeters. Her gasps and girlish grunts gradually transformed again to pleasured moans of rising urgency, punctuated with cries so strained as hardly to be understandable. "Ohh, daddy, it hurts," she rasped. "But don't stop, don't stop."

I made no attempt to answer, so intent was I on the sensation that washed over me with the slightest motion inside her. Gradually I quickened the pace, penetrating deeply into her on a tide of her own sweet nectar, while Emily locked her legs around my waist and started pushing back - inexpertly, but with a passionate ferocity. My hands roamed roughly across silken skin damp with sweat and hot to the touch, and finally came to rest with my arm beneath her neck, cradling it as my thrusts grew violent enough to rock her body beneath me. The scent of our exertions filled the room, thick and fragrant as jungle air. Her head nestled at my neck, lips pressed against sparsely whiskered flesh, stretched wide as she moaned her pleasure into me, and in return I whispered nothings of delight into her hair, words that struggled ineffectually to capture the intensity of rapture I felt. "Oh, you're so perfect, my darling, you're so divine. You're my little Venus."

I was not far from the edge of climax, but she raced for it as though her earlier orgasm had only been a practice run. Her moans ran together into one long cry of rhapsody, and as she came she clasped me so tightly that she rose entirely off the bed, bucking once, twice, and then as the timeless moment of ecstasy passed over her, impaling herself on me so deeply there was no telling where I ended and she began. I could only stop and cradle her as she screamed out her release, squeezing around me so tightly it was painful, until she finally collapsed in my arms, limp and sodden with sweat, her hair disarrayed and matted to her glistening neck.

"Ohh, I can't...I didn't..." Emily muttered almost unintelligibly as she gasped for breath, her eyes half-closed with tired delight. "That was amazing, daddy. Juss amazing."

I wanted to leave her there, in her quiet post-coital bliss. But my manhood was still inside her, still swollen with desire, screaming into my nerves for satisfaction, and it would not be denied. Emily's rapturous moans and screams, far louder than her mother's self-conscious mewls of pleasure had ever been, filled me with a crude, animal pride, a savagery that I had to fend off as I clutched her close, her softening nipples rubbing against my chest. I fairly growled, "We're not done yet, princess."

Emily laughed weakly, squeezed her legs momentarily around me. "God, I dunno...if I can survive another one. I don't." A dreamy smile on her face, she stroked softly at the back of my scalp. "I'm yours, though, daddy, I'm all - all yours. Whatever you want."

"Let's just try something a little different." Holding her tightly against me, I rolled over onto my back, then pushed her up so that she crouched atop me cowgirl-style, still planted on my saddle horn. "Now you...try moving up and down there," I breathed, my hands dropping to the smoothly rounded contour of her buttocks.

She was slow to start, uncertain in her movements, but I gripped her small derrière and helped guide the nascent rocking of her hips. She soon found her own rhythm, sliding herself around my phallus with a feeling like fireworks going off in my brain. One of her small hands pressed against my chest to steady herself; the other roamed and rubbed at her own, squeezing breast and tweaking nipple in a display that deliciously augmented the feelings she evoked surrounding me. "Ohh my god, daddy," she moaned out, the rekindled fire in her loins carrying to her voice. "I'm juss stuffed full of you, full to bursting."

Again I gave no reply. Even as her gasps were ascending again to the summit, I was on the verge of it, my organ crying out for release, for faster and harder and deeper. It took all my focus to hold back now, but I wanted us to come together, to share with her that singular, perfect moment of liberation. Resistance was an exquisite torture, for any one of my senses of that experience carried enough of its potent eroticism to carry me over the edge. The feeling of course, of her womanly channel squeezing and rubbing against me, but also the sight of her trim body driving down upon my cock again and again while she played with her small, perky breasts. The sound of her cries and gasps and moans, the voice of a powerful sexuality in its first bloom, stamped indelibly with the force of her passion and the flush of her pleasure. Even the smells that permeated that moment - the subtle ambience of youthful skin interwoven with the remnants of her perfume and the ambiguous, quietly masculine odor of my own antiperspirant, all overlaid with the powerful scent of sex, of sweat and bodily secretions. By themselves, each was compellingly lavicious; together, I could scarcely stand to hold back.

And then suddenly I could not stand it at all, and I was driving desperately up into her on my own, past the point of no return, groaning "Oh, god, Emily, I'm coming." I could feel it rise within me like a tidal wave, annihilating identity. The little death. And I could only distantly marvel at Emily's sensitivity as she redoubled her pace, bouncing frantically upon me, squealing, "No, I'm almost - I'm almost...!" Then the moment was upon us both, my vision blurring as I gazed at her, arched and shuddering upon me, an angel in the throes of an all too worldly pleasure. Through the haze of lust and sensation I felt a soft explosion of love for my little girl, joined to me at the hips, our very souls seeming to run together as our fluids commingled and we screamed and groaned out our shared ecstasy.

Finally, the waters of rapture receded, and Emily collapsed against me once more, panting and giggling tiredly. "I felt you, daddy." Her head rested at the top of my chest, rising and falling with my breath as my pulse began to slow. "I swear I could feel you shooting inside me."

"I'll bet you did." I favored her with a lingering kiss to the top of her scalp, my arms rising to embrace her. Satisfaction made the whole world glow in pastel shades of perfection; I felt an unbridled bliss there beneath her, a blessed state of beatitude. "God, I love you so, Emily."

"I love you too, daddy," she half-whispered into my neck. "I'm so happy. So happy. Mmm. And so tired, I can't move." A moment of stillness passed, her exerted panting slowly dying away, before she spoke again. "I don't want to move. Can we stay right here, daddy? I want to fall asleep just like this, with you...inside me and, and beneath me and around me, like I'm - like I'm floating in an ocean of you."

"Anything you want, my darling," I whispered back. Her head nestled gently at the crook of my neck, and I listened, lovingly stroking her back, as her breathing evened, deepened, into the soft susurrations of sleep. Indeed, I was quickly following her; it was decades at least since I had had such a night, and my body demanded now its due of rest, my eyes falling closed of their own accord. Only one more notion passed through my mind before I slipped into oblivion, as much feeling as thought. This was heaven.

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I awoke the next morning with a deep sense of well-being, a feeling that all was right with the world. The sun shone affectionately through the half-opened curtains, its gentle warmth seeping into my naked skin. My mind was empty of its usual worries and fears and concerns. Instead I floated serenely, contentedly, in a cloud of halcyon bliss.

It took all of five seconds for that cloud to turn stormy, the time required to look over and recognize the body loosely entangled with mine between the scattered sheets. Gibbering, inchoate horror overtook me as memories of the night came flooding back, memories of sating my animal lusts upon my daughter, of brutally ripping the innocence from her screaming body. I twisted away from her as though the touch of her skin were acid, tumbling clumsily off the bed and onto the carpeted floor, then stumbled to the bathroom, mouthing horrified exclamations to myself - oh god, oh god, what have I done. Oh god, this can't be real.

I was going to be sick. I threw myself over to the toilet, heaving mightily, but succeeded in spitting out only a few thin droplets of fluid. Clinging hopelessly to the bowl, disgust and self-loathing roiled within me. I wept bitterly for my sin, for the fatherly responsibilities I had not just forsaken but actively perverted. Everything I had feared had come to pass. I could hardly stand to think of it, hardly bear to remember the past night. My hand upon her throat. Holding her down upon the bed. Stealing her innocence. Filling her belly with her father's seed. With that, a fresh horror occurred to me - Emily wasn't on birth control. I could very well have impregnated my own daughter. I heaved again, and this time managed a brief jet of bile, the stomach acids burning sickly at my throat. I welcomed the faint pain as a deserved punishment. For what I had done, I felt I would have welcomed death itself.