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Chapter 3: Daddy's Girl, part 2

Lara was standing in her bedroom, towelling herself off, with her back to the bedroom door which she'd left open. She was feeling a little daring after what had transpired in the bathroom, and imagined Winston, the family's old faithful butler, coming to her room with some perfectly innocent purpose only to be greeted by the sight of her bare arse and her neatly shaven pussy as she bent over to dry her legs. "What the fuck", she thought, "I'll put on a show for him like he's never seen!" She thought about what had just transpired between her and her father in the shower. Should I feel guilty? she thought. What about Mummy- and then she squashed that thought, as she remembered what she had witnessed her mother doing a few weeks ago. No, I'm not sparing a thought for that bitch. Daddy deserves better….he deserves ME. She was still bent over when she heard the bedroom door close behind her. She dropped the towel and spun around. It was her father, still slightly wet from the shower and stil displaying an erect, excited penis.
"You were a bad girl, Lara."
Lara raised her eyebrows in surprise, and adopted her best little girl voice.
"What…what do you mean, Daddy?"
He walked past her, and sat down on her bed. He looked at her, sternly.
"You should have let Daddy cum in your mouth", he said. "You're a naughty girl."
Suddenly, it dawned on Lara what he wanted from her. She made her bottom lip quiver.
"But Daddy, I didn't know -"
"Enough, Lara. Come over here."
Lara did as she was told. She draped her naked body across his lap, her perfect arse facing up, awaiting what she knew was coming next.
"Daddy, I'm sorry!", she pleaded. *SMACK!* Her father's hand across her backside, just like it had years ago, only this time Lara's feelings about it were very, very different. *SMACK!*, another blow landed on her buttocks, and she began to feel the stinging and the heat spreading. *THWACK!* This one was harder than the last two, and she yelped.*THWACK!* He was hitting her harder now, harder than he ever would have when she were a child, and Lara found that it excited her. She could feel herself getting wet. She could feel a very unnatural urge growing inside her, and she wondered if her father felt it too. After several more blows, she felt her father softly caressing her poor, bruised buttocks. He kissed each one in turn. "I think you've learned your lesson." He gently nudged her, indicating she should stand. She slid herself from his lap and stood. He stood too, and after gazing at her lovingly, stroking her cheek, he moved towards her bedroom door.
"Wait", said Lara, in her normal voice. He stopped in his tracks. "Dont go just yet", she pleaded. He turned back to her, and raised his eyebrows as he saw her standing with her legs apart, moving two fingers in out of her pussy, making a slight squelching sound. "That spanking made me rather wet," she said, "come and see". He moved towards her, slipping an arm around her, and she pulled her hand free from between her legs. A strand of her cum came with it, and she raised it to her father's face, whereupon he took hold of her hand and took her fingers into his mouth. He sucked them clean, and then moved his own hand down and pushed two of his own fingers inside her. He began to piston them in and out, and Lara groaned approvingly.
"I think I'm more than wet enough to be fucked", she breathed. She gazed longingly into his eyes. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy. I need you to fuck me."
"But Lara, you're-" he began.
"Still a virgin, yes", she interrupted, "and I want you to be the one to take my virginity. I trust you." Her father withdrew his hand from her pussy and sighed.
"Lara…I can't take your virginity. It wouldn't be right. I know we've done…a lot that we shouldn't have, but that just seems like it's a step too far. The shower was fun, the spanking was fun, but to take your virginity…that's something neither of us can come back from. Especially you."
Lara frowned.
"You…don't want me?"
"I DO want you, Lara, and I shouldn't. It's not right. And it wouldn't be fair on your mother." He leaned in and pulled her head down onto his shoulder, caressing her cheek. She pulled away from him, a mixture of anger and hurt on her face, and threw herself face down onto the bed. He sat down beside her.
"Hmm", he said "I really did bruise that beautiful backside of yours. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything." Lara rolled onto her back, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Don't you DARE apologise!", she said. "Everything that happened today was my doing. I wanted it. I initiated it-"
"And I went along with it. I encouraged it. That's my fault, and I'm sorry.", he said, reaching out to wipe the tears away. Pulling his hand away, he took in the sight of her, lying on her back, her big, heavy breasts spilling to the sides, her nipples standing proud, her neatly trimmed pubic hair with a hint of the pink slit within. He sighed.
"Good god," He breathed, "it's not easy to resist you. Your body is spectacular".
"It's all yours", she said. "It's always been yours. After all, you made it." She parted her legs, and he got a good look at her still-damp snatch.
He moved himself around, and then he was leaning over her. She reached up, and pulled him down into another passionate kiss.
"Please," she whispered in his ear, "put your fingers back inside me, like you did before." She spread her legs wider, drawing her knees up towards her chest, and her father did as she asked. She smiled as he began fingering her intensely, and she felt the pleasure building inside her. He found her clitoris with his thumb and began to rub it, to press on it, and one of his fingers curled upwards and to her surprise, found her g-spot. Shit, Lara thought, he's fucking good at this. How many times must he have done this to her mother over the years? She wriggled her hips and moaned appreciatively. Her pussy continued to leak its juices, and the squelching sounds became more pronounced. Lara decided to use her little girl voice again. "Mmm, Daddy, that feels so good!" she moaned. Her father lowered himself down onto her, their chests pressed together, and began kissing her neck.
"Lara…did you mean what you said? Do you really want ME to be your first?" he whispered into her ear.
"Oh yes, Daddy! I know you'll be gentle…won't you?"
"I will", he replied, withdrawing his hand from her wetness and moving his lower half so that his legs were between hers, his erect penis lying against the soft fuzz on her pubic mound, "but it will hurt a little bit. I can't help that."
Lara bit her lip innocently and nodded. "That's okay, Daddy. I'll be a brave girl." Her father smiled, and moved his hand down to guide the head of his dick into the folds of her labia. He kissed her, his tongue assaulting hers once more. He broke off the kiss and said "Good girl, Lara". He pushed his prick into her sopping wet cunt, feeling it part to allow him inside with surprising ease. But only so far. He could feel now a tightness, an obstruction. Her hymen, pure and unbroken. He pushed further, testing it. Lara cried out, then covered her mouth. He pulled back, then eased himself into her again. Her hymen remained, taunting him, daring him. He pushed his arms up under her armpits, embracing her tightly. "Are you ready, darling?" he whispered. Lara moved her hand away from her mouth. "Daddy, I'm scared. I don't think-"
He thrust his dick into her, hard, and Lara screamed. He felt her pathetic little hymen tear as the whole of his shaft slipped into her. He began to hump her, feeling the added wetness caused by the blood flowing from her torn hymen. Lara whimpered. "No, Daddy, please, stop!", she begged, silently praying that he wouldn't. He moved faster now, with more savage thrusts. Her cries and protests went unheeded. He broke the embrace they were currently locked in, and used his hands to lift and push her calf muscles so that her ankles were almost by her ears. Pushing down on them to support his weight, he added a bouncing motion to his thrusts. He was piledriving her now, fucking her into the mattress, and she continued to cry out and protest. Lara felt as though she were losing her mind. She had never, ever felt something this intense. The pain she'd felt when he popped her cherry was being overwhelmed by the pleasure she felt as her father gave every inch of himself to her. The naughty snake, she thought, exploring my cave, thrashing around and having the time of his life. He wasn't the only one. The wave of pleasure she'd felt when her father fingered her was building again, and she knew she was close to orgasm.
"Daddy, let me get on top!", she exclaimed. He relented, letting go of her calves and letting himself fall backwards, lying back on the duvet. He felt something hard under it, and as Lara raised herself up, he reached underneath the duvet and withdrew a small vibrator. He held it up, and she blushed. "A friend from school gave it to me", she confessed. He looked at it and tutted. "You really deserve something better than that", he said, and tossed it aside. It rolled away under her bookshelf, where it would ultimately be forgotten about for some time. "Oh I've found something much better, Daddy!", laughed Lara, and she straddled her father, holding his twitching cock and aiming it upwards, brushing it against her labia. She pumped it, pulling his foreskin back and forth, and then sank herself down onto it. "Ow, fuck!" she yelped, and quickly lifted herself again. Inexperienced, she'd gotten the angle wrong. She adjusted and tried again, and this time she got it right. "Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, as her father's shaft was engulfed, swallowed entirely by her tight, eager cunt. He placed his hands on her hips as she began to ride him. "Is this good, Daddy? Am I doing it right?" she asked in her little girl voice.
"Oh God yes, Lara, you're doing so well!" He gasped. Lara gyrated, moving her hips in slow, wide circles. Changing positions had been a good idea; the added sense of control turned her on massively. She started bouncing up and down, harder, and her breasts reacted accordingly. "Daddy, look at my big bouncy boobies!" she cried, with a big grin on her face. He looked up at them, and she felt his cock stiffen inside her. He took his hands away from her hips and reached up to the magnificent fleshy orbs dancing above him. Lara leaned forwards slightly, giving him better access, and he took immediate advantage. The groping hands landed firmly on her tits and began to squeeze. Hard. Too hard. They pulled and squashed, mauling Lara's prize assets, and she groaned. He changed tactics and began rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, teasing, squeezing…then tugging, pulling, as if he expected them to stretch out like elastic. She squealed in ecstacy, enjoying the pain. Her orgasm was building nicely, and her father's mistreatment of her body was only making things more pleasurable for her. She continued to ride him hard, clenching her pelvic floor muscles and tightening the walls of her pussy around his bulging dick. She leaned over fully, dangling her breasts over his face.
"Please, Daddy, suck my tits!" she said, finding it had been a pointless thing to say since he had been way ahead of her. His lips found one of her nipples and he started to suck, flicking it with his tongue while it was still in his mouth. He bit it, gently, and then with it lodged firmly between his teeth, tugged at it. She squealed wildly, "AGHHH YES, DADDY!", and he switched to her other nipple and did it all over again. She squealed again, and leaned over fully, squashing her tits against his face. His hands slipped up under her arms and gripped the back of her shoulders, holding her in place, and he began thrusting his hips upward, fucking her from underneath. Faster and faster, his cock pistoning in and out of her, her juices and a little of her blood coating it. "Oh Daddy", she cried, "You're going to make me cum!"
"I'm going to cum too!" he replied. A moment, then he pulled his head from her breasts with a concerned look and stopped fucking her. "Wait…Lara, we need to stop-"
"No, I'm so close!" she begged, and resumed her riding duties. But her father had realised how close they were, how close HE was, to something incredibly irresponsible. "Lara, please…I can't cum inside you, what if you get pregnant?!" he explained, and gripped her waist and tried to move her. She refused to budge, she continued bouncing and grinding on his cock. "I don't care!" she cried, and in the heat of that moment she meant it. "Fill me with your spunk, Daddy! Ohhh GOD! I'M SO CLOSE!" He looked at her incredulously, then at her tits which flailed wildy as she screwed him with every ounce of her being. He felt the old familiar tingling sensation in his balls, the sensitivity of his cock as his daughter's tight little twat peeled its foreskin back, time and again. There was little point in stopping now, he realised. They could deal with any consequences later. He reached up, wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her head back down to his. "Okay, darling", he whispered, "let's cum together." "Oh yes, Daddy, YES!" she replied, now on the edge. "Are you ready? Here we go…I'm CUMMING, OH YES DADDY!" she screamed, and her pussy exploded. She heard the squelching sound as her juices squirted out from around his girth, and then he groaned and she felt his cock swell inside her as his hot semen erupted inside her. That too, began leak from within her as the limited space inside filled to overflowing. His cock spasmed twice, depositing two more lots of his precious seed inside her. They lay together like that, his member still inside her, but slowly becoming soft. They both panted, exhausted. Lara said "Daddy, I think your naughty snake has gone back to sleep." and then the pair of them started to laugh. The laughter died down, and Lara climbed off her father, then lay down beside him, her arm draped across him. He turned to face her.
"Lara, that was…incredible."
"Yes, it was" she replied, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach as she guessed what he would say next.
"But…we really can't do it again." Yep, she thought, I knew that was coming. She hugged him tighter.
"But…it was so good. You made me cum so much harder than that battery powered thing down there. I…I love you, Daddy."
He sighed, and stroked her hair.
"I love you too, Lara. I always will, but we can't love each other *that* way, it just…it won't work."
"Wasn't I good enough for you, Daddy?" she asked.
"Oh Lara, you were better than I dared to imagine. Better than your mother, in fact." Again the comparison to her mother excited her, and she pulled him close and snogged him. He seemed more reluctant this time, and pulled away from her sooner than before.
"You can fuck me any time you want," she begged, "any time she's not here, or any time she hasn't satisfied your needs-"
"Enough, Lara", he interrupted, and pulling away from her, he lifted himself up off the bed. He looked down at her, and then he noticed the stains on her duvet. Stains streaked with red. He looked at her apologetically. "I should never have let it get this far. I'm sorry, Lara." He picked up her discarded towel, and wrapped it around his waist. Lara bounded forwards on the bed and looked up at him, but he was already on his way towards the door. "Daddy, please, don't leave it like this. Don't hate me."
He stopped at the door, and turned back to her. He smiled. "I don't hate you, Lara. I love you. What we did today, however wrong it was, was still pretty special."
Lara knelt on the bed and rubbed her tummy. "You came a lot, Daddy…I'm certain you must have knocked me up."
He looked incredibly guilty. "I'll…I'll make sure we sort that out", he stammered, and left, closing the door behind her. Lara lay back, and, crawling under the duvet, she started to cry.

A knock on her bedroom door woke her the following morning. Lara sat bolt upright, and held the duvet up over her breasts. She hoped it wasn't her mother. As the bedroom door started to open, Lara noticed, with horror, the stains on her duvet that betrayed her father's taking of her virginity the previous evening. She REALLY hoped it wasn't her mother. Her father came into the room, wearing his dressing gown, and seeing that it was him, she breathed a sigh of relief and allowed the duvet to fall away and bare her breasts to him. Trying his hardest to ignore them, he carried a glass of water over to her and sat it down by the bed. He reached into the pocket of his dressing gown and pulled out a little plastic strip with foil over the top. He set that down next to the glass. Lara knew exactly what it was. She'd seen them in the handbags of girls at school….and often she'd snorted and muttered "Slut" under her breath; now, she felt like a hypocrite, and she found herself reappraising one of her long-held views. "This is…one of your mother's," he explained, "I doubt she'll notice that it's missing. She has…a decent supply." Lara nodded. She smiled at him.
"Thank you, Daddy." She smiled.
"Under the circumstances, it was the least I could do", he replied, and she watched as he stole a quick glance at her tits. She pulled back the duvet, exposing her naked body. "Would you like to get in with me for a while, Daddy?" she asked, wide-eyed and in her little girl voice.
"Lara, don't-" her father attempted to object, but Lara had already gotten up onto her knees, and opened his dressing gown. It wasn't long before she was slurping noisily on his cock, and not much longer after that the duvet was covering both of them, as he lay on top of her, his penis deep inside her, close to filling her with his seed once more…
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Lara's eyes opened. It was pitch black now, or it would have been except for the roaring fire. She sat up, and pulled her hand from inside her knickers. She wasn't entirely certain when she had started masturbating to the memories of her father, but she was soaking wet down there now. She remembered how that morning was the last time she had her father inside her. Later that day, her mother had told her she would be expected to attend a boarding school once she finished at WHSG; her mother had done a poor job of masking her obvious enjoyment in telling Lara this, and Lara assumed the decision was entirely her mother's. Bitch, she thought, she wants me out of the way. She doesn't want me telling Daddy what I *know*. And it wasn't much longer after that, that she had seen the magazine article about Werner Von Croy's expedition, the expedition that she'd demanded to go on, and which would determine the future course of her life. It wasn't the last time her father ever gave her sexual pleasure, though, at least indirectly. A couple of days after their 'morning encounter', she'd gotten back from school to find a gift-wrapped box on her bed. The tag read, "To my darling Lara, Happy Belated Valentine's/Birthday", in her father's handwriting. Inside, she found a new vibrator. A far more spectacular one than the one he'd found within her duvet. It was bigger, thicker, more realistically shaped like a penis, and, switching it on, she found its vibrations were far more powerful. There was a letter with it:
My darling Lara
Born on Valentine's Day…I see now that wasn't a coincidence.
Forever my little girl, but most definitely grown up in all the right places.
My love forever. X
She had immediately hidden the letter within the pages of her diary, itself hidden behind a panel at the bottom of her bookcase that she had pried away as child, to hide all her most special things. Then, she had lain back on the bed, pulled down her knickers, and tried out her new toy...
Lara got up from the bed, and looked out of the window. It was night-time, and it had stopped raining. She clicked on her bedside lamp, crossed over to her chest of drawers, and unlocked the bottom drawer, the one that she'd had the lock fitted to specially - she hadn't told the joiner why, she'd just let him get on with it, and then allowed him to fuck her tits as a thank-you for a job well done. "Good lord, I thought you were a joiner, not a plasterer!", she'd joked as he'd shot a massive load across her tits and face. God, why did I never invite him back? She slid the drawer open, and there, resting on a bed of her sexiest, laciest underwear like an object of reverence, like a museum exhibit on a velvet pillow, was the vibrator her father had bought for her all those years ago. The letter that had accompanied it sat alongside, in a small gold frame. She withdrew the vibrator, and slid the drawer shut. The vibrator was still in fantastic condition, considering its age and the amount of use it had gotten - she had taken care of it, cleaned it after every use changed the batteries regularly. Every use was with thoughts of her father in her mind. When she'd first gotten it, she wished he'd been the one to first use it on her. It had seemed only right. Since then, she simply imagined it was his cock. She stood up, popped the vibrator on the bed, and slid her damp knickers off. She was about to settle down for some fun when she felt a slight headache, and had a nagging feeling that she'd forgotten something important. She crossed the room and opened the big, heavy wardrobe. Reaching up to a shelf inside, she carefully withdrew the artefact she'd recently brought back from her trip to Ancient Greece. The large, red gem, inset in the ornate golden cradle, caught the light from her lamp and sparkled. She closed the wardrobe and took the artefact back to her bed. She sat, holding it on her lap, studying it intently. She'd intended to examine it fully when she'd returned, but she'd been exhausted - hardly surprising, considering her ordeal with Minotaurs. Her loins ached at the mere thought of the things she had done, and had had done to her. Or had they? Even now, she couldn't really be sure if it had all physically happened, or if it had taken place solely within the confines of her own mind. The artefact supposedly played on the desires and fantasies of those who came into contact with it, or so the engraved plaque it rested above had said, but it had been very vague (and her translation may not have been exact, Lara considered). She'd been preoccupied on her return, trying to process what she experienced, and other more mundane things had piled up, as they inevitably did. So the artefact had sat in her wardrobe, along with her backpack and other expedition gear. And now, she got up and placed it on a shelf, displaying it prominently alongside some of her more treasured items and rarer books. She wasn't sure why she'd felt the need to take it out at that very moment, but she found that her headache was receding, and whatever it was that had been niggling away at her seemed to have vanished. All she wanted to do now was get into bed and relieve her sexual urges. She grabbed the vibrator, switched off her bedside lamp, and climbed under the duvet. She kissed the tip of the vibrator and whispered "For you, Daddy", as she did every time, and then turned it on and slid it into her pussy.
The artefact sat on her shelf, catching some light from Lara's fire. Anyone who'd been there to see it, and not been distracted by the attractive woman plunging a vibrator into her private depths and moaning things about her father, which would have been difficult, might have looked closer, and sworn that there was a faint light within the gem, like a smaller fire of its very own, smouldering like its current owner's passion…

Epilogue (what is this, a Quinn Martin production? - SP)
Lara's mother stared vacantly at the glass of sherry in her hand. She was still in a state of shock. Returning from another expensive shopping trip, she had made her way up the grand staircase and heard the unmistakable sounds coming from her daughter's room. Sordid, filthy, sounds. She smiled to herself. So, Lara's brought a boy home? Creeping up to the partially open door, it had become apparent to her exactly who Lara's sexual partner was, and it had stunned her. "Oh Daddy, you're going to make me cum!" she had heard Lara cry out, and then her husband's response, "I'm going to cum too!", and then she could stand to listen no longer. She made her way back down the staircase and headed for the drawing room and the drinks cabinet. She passed Winston, who looked embarrassed. So he heard it too, she thought, but he's far too professional to say anything. She nodded to him curtly and he went about his duties. She opened the drinks cabinet and pulled out a decanter of sherry and a fine crystal goblet. Sitting down in one of the more comfortable armchairs, she poured herself a drink and downed it. She poured another, and started to think about the situation. She remembered, fully, the night she had caught her young daughter watching her and her husband having sex. She had always suspected it might have an effect on Lara, especially if she had inherited her mother's libido, but she had never dreamed that THIS would happen. Her husband was, she reminded herself, a decent man, and he had always been faithful. Even though she, herself, had not, she reminded herself. Indeed, it was only a few weeks ago that Lara had caught her in an incredibly awkward situation; a sexual act easily as taboo, as morally reprehensible as incest between father and daughter, maybe even more so….she pushed that thought from her mind and returned to the problem at hand. No, she decided, this won't have been his doing. Lara must have seduced him, she showed him those big tits of hers, maybe flashed him her cunt too, and that will have been that. She finished her drink, and poured another. I think it's time for Lara to go away, she thought, and a smile played across her lips. They had already discussed the possibility of Lara attending boarding school once she had finished at Wimbledon High School for Girls; Lara herself had just turned that possibility into a certainty…
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