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Lucy lived a quiet life, simple and typical of a young girl in the French countryside during 1860. Sighing, Lucy set down her needlework and went outside her father's tiny cottage, looking at the flowers. How beautiful they were as they reached toward the sun on this early spring day! She would have to pick some of the budding blooms for Papa later.

She smiled, leaning down and smelling some of the daffodils. Her Papa was her dearest friend. Indeed, her only friend. They lived miles away from anyone else, and only saw people when they travelled into town for supplies. Her mother had died almost exactly eighteen years ago, giving birth to Lucy.

Sighing, Lucy felt a tear graze her cheek. How she wished for a mother! Lately, she was beginning to feel so lonely, and had no idea why. Honestly, she should be just as happy as ever, nothing had changed. But now that her dresses were growing tighter and she needed to wear a corset, and Papa said she could no longer sit on his lap, things had begun to change. She longed for people in a way she had never thought of before, and had no idea of the cause. No one told her anything! It really was a pity being such a sheltered girl.

Tonight would be especially lonely, because Papa had gone into town by himself for food and cloth for her to make a new dress with. She did hope he would buy the right color; he was not good at things like that. She dreaded spending the night alone; it was ever so dark and lonesome in the cottage at night. Drawing her shawl around herself to guard against the evening chill, Lucy went inside and locked the door just as Papa instructed, and latched the shutters. She made a fire and heated herself a humble dinner, and yet again found herself ever so lonely.

Lucy readied herself for bed, undressing in front of her full length mirror. She and her father were hardly wealthy, but he always gave her whatever she asked for. She slipped her chemise over her head and was reaching for her frothy, silk nightgown when she caught her reflection in the mirror.

My, had she changed in the past three years. The reflection of her large blue eyes was the same, but almost all else was different. Lucy's cheeks went red with shame as she regarded her nude form. Her skin was pale as ever, but more lustrous than before; supple and wanting to be stroked. Tentatively, she ran one of her hands over the smooth skin of her stomach, shivering even at the gentle touch. The blush on her cheeks grew even more profound as she brushed her long blond locks off her shoulders and, with a shaking hand, stroked one of her breasts, small but expressive. She gasped at the sensation, and watched as her nipple seemed to grow more attentive. She was beautiful, wasn't she? She'd never thought of it before.

A bird called right outside the window, making Lucy jump.

"Shameful girl," she chided herself, pulling her nightgown over her head. "How dare you look at yourself that way...!"

Crawling into bed, Lucy found she was not at all tired. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling and listening as the clock chimed once, twice, twelve times. Her heart was beating erratically, alert and excited by this new realization that she was beautiful. Beautiful girls were never lonely, were they? She had no reason to be. Her lack of information irked her, and she tossed and turned as she tried to think of a way to remedy her situation. She could ask Papa to tell her more, yes, tell her things a mother would, but he would not be home until morning, and she had never felt so impatient in her life.

Suddenly she sat up, eyes bright. Quickly, Lucy lit a candle, remembered Papa's private library. He had two large bookshelves in his bedroom, which she was never allowed in.

"My beautiful Lucy," he told her several times when she was younger. "There are things in those books that are not meant for a young girls' eyes. They are too mature, too worldly. I would not want to spoil your purity with those kinds of words!"

He had not mentioned those books in a long time, but he had only instructed her that young girls should not see them. Lucy was practically a woman, was she not? They surely would tell her the things her mother would have! Anyway, Papa had regarded her as grown up several times lately. She'd caught him looking at her in the morning light, when she was still in her nightgown.

"Isn't that a little... sheer for a young lady?" he'd ask, growing red.

"Papa, it's just you and I," she'd say, puzzled and giving him a kiss. There was no reason to cover herself; she she did not know of such relations between and man and a woman.

If he'd acknowledged that she was grown, then it was surely time! Lucy scampered out of bed, shivering in the evening air. Her nightgown had tiny straps like strings, and exposed most of her chest and back, as well as her arms.

Her stomach twisted in anticipation when she entered her father's room, not bothering to close the door all the way. She held her breath for a minute, enjoying the heavy beating of her heart and the knowledge that she was completely alone. First, she looked about the room, and smiled. It smelt of her father, and she was reminded of how much he meant to her. How she missed him! Her heart ached for his return. Only one more night, Lucy, she told herself. He was so brilliant, and cared for her so. She'd trust him with her life, her Papa. He was so good to her.

His room was decorated with dark woods, and had a large bed with blood red velvet curtains, hanging open. It looked so warm and protective. How it fit him! She could imagine him retiring, after a long day working on their land for their food, exhausted, the muscles of his chest hard and tight. His large, strong arms, perfect for protecting her.

"Papa," she murmured, missing him so.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, Lucy went over to the bookshelf. The books were bound in leather, and had no titles written on the fronts. No idea where to start, Lucy picked one off at random and carried to the bed with her. Curling up, she began to read.

Oh, how her sights were expanded! Those words... and pictures too!

Lucy shut the book as soon as she realized what it was talking about.

A man, a young woman, and he was watching her undress! Touching her, kissing her... licking her in her private place. Lucy's face was brilliantly red. Did her father really read this? Maybe it was a mistake?

She went back to the bookshelf. Surely people did not really do this? She picked up three more books, and flipped through them. More about men kissing the women in their private places, women taking the men in their mouths, and even a book with pictures of men and women doing something that required the man lay on top of the woman.

She furrowed her brows, trying not to judge her father. If Papa enjoys reading about these dirty things, then I will surely not be angry with him. He knows so much more than I, Lucy thought. If Papa was interested in something like that, then it must surely be all right. She should be interested too.

I'll try one more book, Lucy thought, and went to the other shelf. Her eyes landed on a very battered copy, clearly well-used. She flipped through the yellowed pages, finding the passage that the book had been opened to the most- the spine was weakened there.

She took it to bed with her, and began to read. Before the end of the page, she knew this interested her far more. It was about a young girl and her father, and how much he loved her. Lucy definitely understood that! She smiled, understanding why her father must have read this one many times. He cared for her so! She continued to read as the father realized his daughter was late coming back from her walk. He went out and found that she had been lost in the woods, and he took her back home. The poor girl was freezing, and he undressed her and ran her a hot bath.

Lucy continued to read as the father ran his hands over his daughter's body, and then lifted her out of the tub, kissing her. She blushed as he began to touch his daughter, but continued to read. Her breasts ached when the book talked of the father touching the girl's breasts, Lucy's nipples tingling. The father began to lay the girl down and kiss her all over her body, causing Lucy to feel heat between her legs. She had no idea what to do about that, and continued to read. The father began to kiss his daughter's private place, and Lucy began to understand why people did that- the girl seemed to enjoy it very much, grasping at her Papa's hair and drawing him in closer.

Papa has obviously read this many times, Lucy reasoned. And it seems to be something the people in the book enjoy doing... why have we not done this, if this is something a loving father does for his daughter?

Jack was exhausted as he entered his cottage. He had not planned to be home until morning, but at the first chance he got he jumped on a carriage to return home to his Lucy. He missed her far too much when he was away, and also worried about her all alone in this isolation. The girl was so beautiful, and he could easily imagine her being corrupted by some philandering youth.

He almost growled at the prospect of another man laying his hands on his Lucy. She was his, forever, he would never let another man touch her or upset her purity. He smiled, imagining a beautiful life with his Lucy forever, the two living in peaceful companionship forever. His beautiful daughter and her, her protector.

A smile on his lips, Jack ascended the stairs, trying to be quiet as he walked so as not to wake Lucy. She would surely be sleeping, delicate little thing that she was. It became immediately apparent, however, that someone was awake. Candlelight flickered from the slight opening of the door to his bedroom.

Suspicion occurred immediately-what if someone was in the house, ravishing his Lucy? He almost burst right in, but resigned to be quiet about it. What if the intruder had a weapon of some kind and hurt Lucy? He would have to sneak up on the brute.

Jack quietly peered into the room, and was calmed by what he saw. Lucy, alone! There was so sign of any man. Once he realized this, he looked at the rest of the scene, and his jaw dropped.

Lucy was reading his private books. Four of them were stacked around her on the bed, and a fifth one was on her lap, deeply engrossing her.

He began to panic. He forbid her from reading those because he just knew that her pure nature would be disrupted. She would never forgive him for reading such sinful material! She was too sweet, too pure! She would not be able to stand having such a naughty father.

When his eyes caught the cover of the book Lucy was currently reading, his heart almost stopped. It was his favorite publication, about the i****tual relationship between a father and his teenaged daughter. He had others as such, but the relationship between the father and daughter reminded him most of, well...

It was his favorite.

Jack was frantically worrying about what to say to explain away the situation, when he looked once more at Lucy. His eyes narrowed- her chest and upper arms were very flushed, and her eyes were wide. Instinctually, his manhood stirred within his trousers. He knew that look, but could not believe it. A woman aroused.

His Lucy was aroused... It made his mouth hang open, and his eyes widen. Everything went still for a moment. Lucy was aroused... he had never seen anything so beautiful. Jack continued to watch this erotic and forbidden scene, his hardness growing more so by the second as he marveled his golden-haired angel discovering her womanhood.

Had she read this material before? He doubted it. Her eyes were moving frantically across the page, as if desperate for each word. Her breath was coming fast, and Jack noticed that she had the not-so-faint impressions of erect nipples pressing against her thin nightgown. His manhood was as stiff as it had ever been now, and he felt it throb painfully, demanding to thrust into this beautiful girl before him.

His Lucy... how could he betray her as such?

His breath caught- Lucy began to unbutton her nightgown, blushing furiously as she did so. He forgot his moral dilemma for the moment, as he could only look at her. She only unbuttoned it as far as her navel, but it was far enough. She lay back and sighed, touching her stomach softly. Jack's heart was beating so hard he thought she might be able to hear it. His eyes could not open far enough as he observed the show before him, as the dainty girl explored her untouched body. His mouth was hanging open, and he found his mind screaming: Open your nightgown, darling Lucy... show me your breasts! Show me, dear daughter, I long for nothing else!

She did. The white silk at last was parted, and he was rewarded with the sight of her small, girlish breasts, milk-white except for the pink perk nipples, which stood straight up. She ran her fingers over them, and jumped, shocked by the potency of the sensation.

"Oh," she moaned softly, and Jack almost came.

There is nothing more beautiful than the awakening female sexuality, he thought to himself, admiring the girl before him as she experienced her first sensations of pleasuring herself.

His daughter... she was his daughter! How could he betray her? How could he think of her sexually? Could he truly sit here and watch, enjoying the sight like she was a cheap whore?

No- he would not enjoy it like she was a whore. He would enjoy it for the pure angel she was, the eighteen-year-old beauty laying on his bed, the sexual girl he had created out of his own flesh and blood. Lucy unbuttoned the rest of her nightgown, and he could no longer fight his impulses- he had to watch. He had no choice.

Her girlish thighs parted, and her pink rose of a maidenhood was exposed. Jack felt the blood in his ears, but nothing compared to what was going on below his belt.

She ran her hands over herself further, until she gave another little moan and began to stroke herself.

Jack broke- he unbuttoned his trousers and wrapped his hand around his hot, stiff cock. His eyes closed momentarily at the stimulation, but as soon as he had himself under control he opened them, so as not to miss anything. His baby daughter, his one and only girl, was masturbating on his bed and he could not control himself.

Lucy obviously had little experience with this, but it was clear how aroused she was. Tiny, wet noises came from her cunt as she moved her fingers about it, which were soon coated in her sweet, female arousal. Jack stroked himself, in awe at this beautiful sight, terrified that he would make a noise and lest make her stop.

Please, dear God, don't stop, he prayed as Lucy found her clitoris for the first time. What a blessed moment it was!

"Oh!" she cried, her voice caught deep in her throat, eyes widening in amazement. Her neck was very red from arousal now. Her hips began to move against her hand, and she began to let out tiny feminine whimpers. Jack so longed to touch her, but not tonight. Tonight he would watch, and enjoy this glimpse of her first sexual experience, completely unaware that another was observing her sinful act.

Her whimpers turned to desperate, womanly moans, and she began to toss her head back and forth, her blond locks growing very disheveled.

"Oh God... Oh God! Touch me, please..." she moaned loudly, as Jack felt himself began to pulse. He was so close... he's never been this aroused, and all because of his daughter, his beautiful Lucy.

Her hips bucked against her hand, and her mouth drew itself into an 'O,' her brow furrowed, her breathing ragged. She was reduced to an utterly a****listic, sex-driven slut... and nothing was more arousing to him.

"Lucy," he breathed, desperate to acknowledge that this beauty was indeed his daughter, masturbating to his own i****t fantasies...

Confirming his wish, she let out a desperate cry. "Papa!" Her back arched and she rose off the bed, her entire body tensing at the same time as her father's. Finally, agonizingly slow and yet all too fast, she collapsed, completely out of breath. A moment later, Jack came, tensing his throat so he would not cry out. It was so intense that he instantly had a very painful headache; an orgasm like that demanded hard thrusts into a prone girl, grunts and yells... not a whispered sigh. But tonight, that was what he would have to settle for.

He grasped the door frame, and stayed there for a moment, knowing he had only a short time before Lucy would discover him. He caught his breath, and quietly as he had come, descended the stairs, unable to shake the image of his beautiful girl, naked and asleep on his bed.

The following morning, Lucy awoke in her father's bed. She sat up, confused. She was naked and surrounded by books.... what had happened?

A single glance at the open publication beside her was enough to remind her.

Oh yes... Lucy blushed. That.

In the heat of the moment the night before, she'd considered doing those acts with Papa- Papa! How wrong! She felt shame well up inside of her. She truly was a wicked, wicked girl for having thoughts such as those, not to mention for what she did to her body.

You shouldn't play with yourself that way Lucy, she thought. It's so very sinful.

She resolved to go to confession as soon as she could get a chance. She'd ask Papa when he returned.

Wrapping herself in a blanket to guard against the chill, Lucy darted into her own bedroom and dressed for the day. She made her way downstairs, anxious to start breakfast, when she found that breakfast was already on the table.

"Papa! You're home!" she said, astonished.

"I am, dear Lucy," he said, opening his arms to her and drawing her in. Lucy jumped to him and greeted his embrace warmly- oh how she'd missed him! "How was your evening last night?"

Ha had a twinkle in his eye that made Lucy unnerved. He couldn't possibly have seen, could he?

"I missed you, Papa. It's so lonely here without you."

"It seems so," he said. Again, his eyes had a secret.

"What time did you get here?" she asked casually, helping herself to some breakfast.

"About midnight," he said. Lucy froze. "I wanted to go straight to bed, but I didn't want to disturb you."

Lucy could not look at him. He'd seen everything! He must be furious! How many times had he told her those books were sinful, dirty?

Her father got up from his place at the table and stood very close behind her. "If I'd known how you missed me, I promise I'd never have gone away."

"Papa-"

"Yes, my beautiful daughter," he said, drawing her in to another embrace. "I am. Now, I have to do some yard work, and I shan't have time to spend with you until dinner. Please, enjoy your day... but not too much."

He winked at her, and Lucy wanted to die from embarrassment. With that, he left the house.

"Did you enjoy your dinner, father?" Lucy asked that evening as she tidied up.

"Delicious my dear, thank you."

"Well," Lucy said, not knowing what more to say. She was very tongue tied around her father that night... every time she thought of something to say, she suddenly remembered what he must have seen and she blushed with shame and found herself up able to speak. "I should go to bed."

"That's fine, Lucy," her father said. "I'll come say goodnight in a few minutes. I've already lit the fire in your room."

"Thank you, father," she said, kissing him on the cheek and taking her leave. She ascended the stairs in the darkening, tiny house, until she reached her room. She found her matchbook and lit a candle, and was about to undress when she stopped. The images from those books did not leave her head all day, but what had seemed so real last night was now puzzling. Could those sinful, dirty things truly be real? What had aroused her so the night before now made her curious. Had she really read what she thought she did?

Lucy did not even let herself second guess what she was about to do. Instead, she took her candle and darted out of her bedroom and down the hall to her father's room. She stole inside and found the book that had captivated her the night before. She quickly nipped it off the shelf where she'd returned it that morning and ran back to her room.

She set it on her nightstand and undressed. Just as she was slipping her nightgown over her head, her father knocked on her door. He did not wait for her to answer, though- he came right inside.

Hastily pulling her nightgown down, Lucy stepped away from the door until the backs of her legs hit her bed. She sat down on it, nervous for some reason.

"Hello, father," she said, swallowing hard. Her heart was thundering. She so wanted him to leave so she could open that book and explore it some more... besides, she did not want him to find it sitting on her bedside table.

"Lucy," he said, nodding at her. He moved closer, sitting beside her on the bed. "Were you about to retire?"

"Yes," she said, and to prove it she drew her legs up onto the bed and reclined against the pillows. Her heart continued to beat insistently, and she could not help but think about the carnal words from the book sitting only a few feet away. Lucy was so inexperienced that any kind of hint at anything erotic would have aroused her, and she was suddenly introduced to something far more than a hint. Her arousal was undeniable, and the tenacious burning between her thighs was growing more distracting by the second.

Jack watched as his daughter lay back on her bed, the white lace pillows framing her face and her honey blonde hair fanning out around her, the candlelight making her skin golden. She was so beautiful... after what he'd seen the night before, her beauty was no longer a source of pride. Now it was a temptation... and an impossibly strong one at that. He felt his manhood stir, and felt an a****listic need to possess her take over him. Oh, how he loved his Lucy, but this was so much more than that. He wanted to bear her down, taste her, feel her, and make her a woman. He needed to thrust into her roughly, over and over, and feel her writhe underneath him, moaning and screaming. He needed to make her his own, forever, his daughter, his whore, his slave. He needed to break her.

But he loved her... he needed to make her enjoy this, or she would run. Oh, the agony of those two desires... to possess and ravish, or to treat her as a father should? Was there a way of doing both?

"My lovely daughter," he whispered, unable to contain himself. Before his very eyes, he watched as Lucy's skin grew flushed and tiny impressions of her nipples rose up underneath the thin cotton of her nightgown. His throat tightened, as did his pants. He lay down beside her, feeling the softness of her hair. When he lay down, his eyes fell on the book on her nightstand.

He gasped a little. She'd taken it.

She saw what he was looking at, and looked back at him, panicked.

"Don't be angry, father, I was just curious! I don't mean to be wicked, I cannot help it! I-"

"Hush," he said, drawing her to him in an embrace. This was his opening, his opportunity. He seized it with fervor. "You need not be ashamed."

"Father-"

"I said hush," he said roughly. "If you were curious, you should have just asked. I would be more than happy to explain anything to you."

She looked at him, confused. Jack pressed his advantage.

"Let me touch you," he said, gently. "I'll show you what a good father does for his daughter." While he spoke, he put one of his hands on her calf, running it up her leg underneath the flimsy nightdress.

"Papa, I don't know-"

"Yes, I am," he said. "I am your Papa, your father. You must answer to me... But I promise I'll make you feel good..." he ran his hand across her smooth, untouched thigh.

"We shouldn't-"

He pushed himself up on his arms, so he was raised above her. "Lucy. I want to do something for you, but I want you to do something for me." He leaned down and kissed the sweet skin of her neck, biting lightly until he reached her ear. He nibbled on her soft earlobe, and then whispered to her. "Let me touch you."

"Papa-"

"It would make me so happy," he pleaded desperately. "I'll make you happy, too."

"Will we be like the father and daughter in the book I read?" Lucy asked, her blue eyes curious and excited.

"Yes, just like them," he said with a smile. "Did you like those books?"

Lucy blushed furiously, nodding and not meeting his eyes.

"I'm glad, Lucy... that makes me very happy. Now," he said, raising her nightgown a bit. "Take this off please."

Lucy sat up and, after only a bit of hesitation, pulled her dress over her head. Jack gasped, and groaned. She was even more beautiful up close.

"Lucy... you are so beautiful. What a beautiful woman," he said, bringing himself close to her. He made her lie back down, and admired her flawless body. Lucy was the picture of youth and virginity. Her breasts were new, the skin smooth and unmarked, her pink nipples pert and hard. Her stomach was flat, her waste curving in deliciously. Her sex, clothed modestly with a dusting of trimmed hair, gleamed with desire.

"Mmm..." Jack said, running his hands over his daughter, his fingertips lightly brushing her shoulders, arms, stomach, before he reached her breasts. Lucy was breathing heavily, from both nervous anxiety and desire. Her skin was incredibly flushed, and her pulse was racing.

"I promise I will only touch you tonight," Jack said solemnly, looking into Lucy's eyes. "I only want to make you happy. But I don't think I can take more than one night without any satisfaction. Tonight will be about you. It makes me happy to teach you... but I expect reciprocation as soon as possible."

"Yes father," she said obediently. Jack smiled; she had no idea what she was agreeing to, virgin that she was.

"Good girl. You do you know to please a man, don't you?"

She blushed, happy that he was satisfied with her.

"Now..." he said, and resumed. His fingers brushed across her body, until they reached her small, girlish breasts. Her breath caught when he traced around her nipple, not quite touching her yet.

He could hardly believe what he was doing: sitting on Lucy's bed, practically m*****ing her. But he could not resist now. He was a man possessed. And who could blame him? He had a willing, teenaged virgin in his bed who was panting and wet. What man could resist?

Lucy felt her blood pulsing in her veins as her father began rubbing her nipples with his fingers. She jumped when he first touched them, and then let out an involuntary groan.

"Papa..." she said, closing her eyes. He always took such good care of her, and here he was again, taking care of her body. She felt his warmth, his strength, and his protective love as he looked over her body.

"You're mine, Lucy," he declared, growling in his throat.

"I am, Papa... I am yours," she said, and he descended on her breasts. "Oh!"

He began to suckle her, and she had to close her eyes. She pushed her breast up, so her father could get more of it in his mouth. Pressing back, Lucy did not care that she seemed like a loose girl from a common inn. She could only concentrate on how wonderful her father's teeth felt as he lightly chewed her.

"This is so much better than the books!" she gasped, breathless. "Why didn't we do this sooner?"

"I honestly do not know," Jack said. Once he'd made the leap that he could use his daughter in this fashion, he was amazed at how simple it was. He'd been alone in this isolated area with her for so long, no other women. It had been so long since he'd had a woman, and here was a beautiful, willing one. Why had he not seduced her earlier? Maybe he had to wait for her to open his eyes to her beauty.

Possessed by the realization that this was Lucy, his own beautiful daughter, Jack moved downwards. Lucy groaned in protest when he stopped suckling her.

"No! Father, please-"

"Hush Lucy," he commanded. "Be patient."

"Yes, Papa," she obeyed, but looked pained.

"Oh, Jesus," he said, when he parted her thighs. The musk of her sex overwhelmed him, and his manhood began to pulse painfully. It demanded to be thrust into her. She was flawless... a pink rose, a few drops of her wetness already running downwards onto the white bedspread. Her tiny virgin opening was dripping and begging for attention. Jack sat up, and Lucy saw the huge bulge in his pants.

"Father," she gasped, shocked. She had never seen it before.

He stared into her eyes for a long time, and that was when it truly hit him. They had passed into a new stage. Lucy was naked, still breathing heavy, dripping with arousal for her father. Meanwhile his cock was stiffer than he'd ever remembered it being, including how aroused he'd been the night before. The prone girl laying in front of him, flushed and wanton, was his baby. But that only made it better... the sinful act with this pure angel was so delicious.

"Say that again," he demanded.

"Father," she whispered. "Papa... please... I'm aching with desire. Do something, please!"

Her face became twisted with pain, and she opened her legs far towards him, drawing his hand toward her cunt. "Touch me, Papa," she begged. "I need you...!"

He put himself back into position, facing her cunt.

"Papa..." she whimpered, near tears.

"Sweetheart," he murmured, putting his hands on her thighs to keep them parted. "I'm going to taste you..."

With that, Jack put his mouth on his daughter's sex and slowly licked, drinking in her juices.

"Nn... eh!" Lucy grunted, jolting against his mouth. "Pa- oh my... Mmm... God!"

She was completely gone. She thrust herself against her father's mouth, and he had to put his hands hard against her thighs and hold them down as she thrust against his face, trying to get more stimulation. He had planned on using his fingers on her, but that was impossible as she thrashed against him so desperately.

Jack felt with his tongue until he found her hard, tiny bud.

"My girl..." he murmured against her and then began to suck on Lucy's clitoris.

"Ugh!" she yelled. "Papa! Father! Oh... that feels... please... don't stop...!"

Lucy wrapped her hands in her dear father's gray hair and drew him in closer. Her stomach almost ached from excitement as she thrust against him, her breasts flushed, tossing her head back and forth in desperation.

Once again Jack witnessed his daughter lose her identity and become reduced to a writhing, moaning nymph, but this time it was all due to him. If someone else was in the room, all they would be able to hear would be Lucy's moans and screams, and the soft wet noises of Jack's lips on his daughter's dripping sex.

"Lucy..."

"Oh, please father, please... Oh, thank you... I needed... Oh God... finish me... this is... everything..." her whole body began to shake and tense. "Father! Papa! Ahh!!! AH!"

Her scream of pleasure made the hairs on his neck stand on end, and he felt a gush of precum escape his manhood. He sucked her hard as she shook against him, until she collapsed, gasping for air.

"Lucy..." he said, rising up over her and wiping his mouth.

Her hair was tangled, her cheeks flushed, her eyes unfocused.

"Thank... you..." she panted, utterly spent.

"Goodnight, Lucy," Jack said, getting up and leaving, taking her nightdress with him.

He closed the door behind him and collapsed against it, ripping open his trousers and wrapping his hand around his cock, pumping at manic speed. It only took him a few seconds to cum, shooting his seed onto Lucy's virginal, lacy nightgown. Ropes of it landed on the cotton, soiling the girlish garment forever, marking it as his property.

After he'd cum, he sat down on the ground, exhausted. Tonight, he'd given Lucy enough pleasure to make her want him.

Tomorrow, he would make her his own.

The next day, Lucy was jumpy all afternoon. When she woke in the morning, Papa was nowhere to be found. Her brain was consumed with thoughts of him, and memories of the night before continuously flashed through her mind. A tiny bit of guilt was still mixed in during the morning after their interaction- after all, she had never done anything sexual with another person before. But Lucy could not even dwell on the guilt as her anticipation for what was to come mounted.

After she made herself a small lunch, Lucy sat on the couch in the living room and was doing some needlework when the door opened. She looked up, gazing out the living room door and into the kitchen, where the entryway was. Papa had just come inside, and had evidently spend the day working outside.

Without a word, he walked through the kitchen and then joined Lucy on the couch. He chastely kissed her cheek and set a hand on her knee.

"Lucy, dear, how are you?"

Lucy remembered his words from the night before; something about reciprocation. She had no idea what was expected of her, and suddenly she became very nervous. What if she did not know how to make her father happy?

She recalled the feeling of her father's lips between her legs, his tongue probing her very center making the heat curl up inside of her until she burst, grunting and moaning like an a****l. How she craved those feelings again! But she had no idea how to initiate that kind of interaction.

"I'm fine, father," she said simply, blushing and unable to look him in the eye.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"Very well, sir," she said, smiling politely. Her heart was beating in her breast like a drum, and she could hardly breath correctly. She felt her stomach clench, for she was so nervous at having him so close. She longed to rip her skirt up, open her legs, and beg for him to ravish her again, but her proper habits left her unable. Instead she sat calmly, painfully aware of the throbbing between her legs. The wetness of her arousal coated her cunt, and she felt her desire pool between her legs.

Her father rubbed his hand slowly against her knee, through the thick fabric of her dress. Lucy's breath caught, and her hands started to shake.

"Did you enjoy what we did last night, my dear daughter?"

"Yes, father," she said. She couldn't look at him, despite how desperately she desired him to teach her more, to use her body as he liked. Lucy was too shy tell him anything, and instead waited in the agony of her desire.

u*********sly, her knees twitched, opening a bit.

"Oh? You want some more?" Jack said, catching Lucy's eye. He smiled at her mischievously, and then smirked. "Mmm..." he groaned, and without waiting for any other response from her, he lifted her heavy skirt and slid his hand up her leg, over her stockings.

Lucy's eyes rolled back into her head a bit as her father reached her garter, and then the skin of her thigh.

"My little girl likes this, doesn't she?" he murmured, caressing her inner thigh. Lucy groaned, and trembled. "Little slut that you are... you want your father to touch you, don't you?"

Lucy nodded.

"Say it," he commanded, and gently ran his finger over her sex, through the thick linen of her undergarments, already soaked through.

Lucy moaned. "Please, Papa... touch me."

"If that's what you want," he said, smiling, loving how the orgasm he'd given her the night before had turned Lucy into an obedient, lascivious daughter. A father's dream.

He slid his hand underneath her panties and stroked her wet sex. Lucy shuddered on the couch beside him as he explored her womanhood... first the outside, and then sliding one of his fingers inside her.

"Oh!" Lucy gasped, her bright blue eyes widening. "You're... inside me Papa...!"

Her walls were so tight around his finger that he didn't want to even try to put a second one in, lest he break her before he was truly fucking her. No, he would take her virginity with his manhood, not his fingers. Instead, he hooked his finger inside her, rubbing at her clit and against her walls, making Lucy shudder.

She was a puppet, and he held her strings. Jack watched with pride and desire as his daughter grunted and groaned, shuddering at every motion of his hand.

"Papa..." she said, eyes closed, lost in the pleasure of it. She humped her hips against his hand, utterly unaware of how her hips were thrusting against him. She put her hands behind her so she could get more leverage against him, and she pushed her hips off the couch and into the air, manically riding her father's hand, panting with exertion, a bead of sweat on her brow.

"What a good girl you are," Jack praised.

Her face twisted into an expression of extreme pain, which he knew to be the look of ultimate pleasure as well. She shuddered, gasping and grunting as she came down from her peak. She slumped onto the couch, spent.

"Thank you, Papa," she said dutifully.

"We are not done," he said, retracting his hand from between her legs. His fingers were slick with her juices. "Taste," he commanded, bringing his hand to Lucy's mouth.

She obeyed, licking his fingers clean and letting out a guttural moan... This was so forbidden, so dirty and sinful that it made her feel the fire of lust again, already. She'd never imagined what wonderful things she could do with this man, her father.

"Now," he said, moving on. Jack put one arm behind her knees and another behind her back and lifted her off the couch. He carried her upstairs into his bedroom and deposited her on the floor as he went and sat under the velvet canopies of his bed.

"Take your clothes off, Lucy," he ordered.

"Father-"

"Now."

Fingers trembling, Lucy nodded. She slowly unbuttoned her bodice, and peeled it off, revealing her chemise and corset. Her small, girlish breasts were pressed up by the thick boning, creating a hint of creamy cleavage. Next she stepped out of her skirt, which fell to the floor and revealed a layer of crinoline. Lucy was breathing shallowly again, obviously terrified.

Jack sat on his bed, watching as his daughter stripped for him. His cock was fully erect, throbbing and demanding attention, but he knew he could wait a few more minutes. He would only take this angel's virginity once, and he knew he needed to savor it. It pleased him to see her eyes fall on the huge bulge his cock made in his pants. His daughter's virginal eyes widened at it, and she gasped a little. Was it fear or desire? Probably both, but he made no effort to hide himself. Today, she would service him as a girl should, and he had no shame.

Lucy's corset laced in the front, and her father watched as her smooth white fingers undid the ribbons and she slipped it off, along with her petticoats. She was left only in her shift, which was white and translucent. He could see the impressions that her hard, pink nipples made against the fabric. Her breathing was fast and shallow, making her young breasts rise and fall in trepidation.

"My beautiful daughter," he sighed. "I watched you the other night as you pleasured yourself."

"I know you did, father," she said, looking him square in the eye.

"I enjoyed it very much," Jack murmured. "You are a very intoxicating young lady. What made you want to touch yourself?"

"I read your books about the father and the daughter, and then I felt hot between my legs. I didn't know what to do, but when I touched myself it felt good, so I kept doing it."

"Was that the first time you'd pleasured yourself?"

"Yes, father," Lucy confessed.

"I watched the whole thing," I said. "I stood outside the room and pleasured myself while watching you. Not many fathers are blessed with beautiful daughters like you, who are sinful enough to let them do as they please. I am glad I am blessed with such a girl. You made me want you."

"I am glad," she said, blushing. "Did you pleasure yourself again yesterday?"

"I did," he said. "You made me need to."

Lucy felt pride upon hearing this. "I'm glad you felt good, father. Are you going to pleasure yourself tonight?"

"No," he said, sitting up. "You are going to do that."

Lucy's eyes snapped open very wide, and she looked at him fearfully. "I don't know how-"

"Do you want to make your father happy?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, nodding.

"Then I'll tell you what you need to do, sweet girl," he said. "Now go down on your knees."

Lucy obeyed, looking at him for approval as he stood up from the bed, his manhood pressing against his trousers, tenting them.

He unbuttoned the top of his pants and pulled them down in front of her. His manhood sprang out, as if relieved to be free of confinement and eager to present itself to Lucy.

The girl gasped. "Father! You are so big...!"

She scooted away from the large appendage fearfully.

"Hush, daughter," he said, putting a hand on her head and making her return to him. "It's just me. You may touch."

Tentatively Lucy reached out her small hand and laid it on his cock. It twitched, and she inhaled quickly. Then she laid her hand against him, feeling the searing heat of his masculinity.

"Oh, father," she moaned.

"Mmm..." Jack said, speechless already at the stimulation.

She wrapped her hand as far as it would go around him, then looked up at him with her innocent blue eyes.

"Did you make me with this?"

"I did," he said. "I thrust it into your Mama and we made you."

"Will you... thrust it into me? Please?"

Jack smiled, petting his daughters hair. "Be patient. Now... put your mouth on me."

"Father-"

"Lucy," he ordered.

Gloriously, she did as she was told. Nervously, Lucy took her father's cock in her mouth and began sucking the tip.

"God..." Jack moaned, watching this beautiful angel suck him. "Deeper, Lucy, please..."

She took him further in her mouth and he put his hand on the back of her head, directing her so she bobbed up and down on him. Her mouth was hot, tight, and wet, and she sucked him with fervor.

"Mmm..." Lucy moaned, driven wild by this forbidden act. She took a break from sucking him to lick down his length, pumping his cock with her tiny hand. "Papa you are so big, I can't fit you in my mouth..."

"Keep doing what you were doing," Jack commanded, his voice tight. He directed his daughter's mouth back onto himself, growing weak in the knees as she licked around the head of his manhood.

"You like this don't you Lucy?" Jack said, stroking her hair. "You like sucking Papa don't you? You want to be your father's slave, don't you, you little slut?"

"Anything for you, father," Lucy groaned.

Abruptly, Jack pushed her away. He would not come in her mouth tonight, no. He had a better idea.

"Lucy, stand up," Jack said, directing the girl to her feet. He pulled her sheath over her head, and the virgin stood naked before him. Jack wrapped his arms around his daughter and held her, their naked bodies blending together. Her hard nipples pressed against him, and his cock- still wet from her mouth- lay against her stomach. "I am going to fuck you, my dear."

Lucy's eyes widened. "Pardon?"

Jack did not answer. Instead, he pulled her with him onto his large bed, and ran a hand over her body, caressing her velvety white breast and pulling at her little girls' nipple.

"I am going to put myself inside of you," he told her, his voice a caress. "Inside your pussy."

To explain, he brought her hand to his manhood, and then put one of his fingers against her slit, soaked with her feminine desire.

"Do you understand?"

Lucy nodded, her cheeks flushed. "But you are so big..."

"It may hurt, my love, but I promise you it will be worth it. Oh, you have no idea how long I have wanted this, Lucy!"

"Papa!" she gasped. "Do what you like with me! I love you, I trust you... I want to make you happy."

"What a good girl you are," Jack praised, leaning down and kissing the girl. "You are about to make me very happy, my darling."

Jack kissed her neck, basking in the wonder of the moment. His cock pulsed and throbbed, demanding to be thrust into the beautiful girl before him, soaked with arousal. His daughter, who knew very little of the world, groomed to be his slave and to serve him forever. Lucy, barely aware of her own sexuality, completely bare before him, desperate.

"Papa... fuck me," Lucy begged. "I need you."

Jack broke out of his reverie, and spread his daughter's legs. He looked into those beautiful blue eyes, which were still innocent and trusting. Then, he thrust into her.

"Ah!" Lucy cried out, digging her fingers into her father's back.

Jack went nearly blind for a moment, dazed with pleasure. She was so tight, it felt like he was being sucked on again. Her entrance was burning hot, her maidenhood wrapped around him.

Lucy looked very pained, but he knew it would be better in only moments. Jack began to move inside of her, drawing out some more pained groans from his daughter.

Adjusting his position was all it took- the base of his cock began to stroke her bud with every thrust, and soon Lucy could not concentrate on the pain anymore. She began to move with him, her hips meeting her father for every thrust.

"Oh..." she moaned, her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, eyes closed and face screwed up with pleasure. "Oh God... oh yes... Papa... Father... oh my, this is... beautiful... OH!"

She cried out, and Jack began to double his speed, pounding into the girl beneath him. He was panting and grunting, and watched as Lucy writhed beneath him, utterly taken by her instincts. She was an a****l, who did not care about fucking her own father.

The bed clunked against the wall rhythmically, the legs of it screeching on the floor as Jack pounded into this slut, this desperate girl, his daughter. Their skin slapped together, his sack hitting her behind as she rose her hips in the air.

"You wanted Papa to fuck you? Well here it is, daughter, I'm fucking you," Jack growled. "Take it! Do you like it?"

"Eh... oh... ahh!" Lucy moaned gutturally.

"You tempted me, and here is your payback," he grunted.

"Father! Faster, Papa, please... I'm... More, Papa, more! Harder! AHH!"

Lucy came, shaking, screaming and bucking against her father's manhood, trapped underneath her strong father. She thought she was finished, but Jack had other ideas.

"Turn over," Jack said.

"What?" Lucy asked.

Without another word, Jack directed Lucy onto her knees facing away from him, and made her lean down so her head was on the bed and her beautiful ass was facing him. He entered her slit from this angle, holding her hands clasped behind her back, and continued to thrust into her.

With every thrust, Lucy let out a moan, unable to control herself. Her insides burned and it seemed that only Papa's manhood could make her feel better. He completely filled her up, and she felt like the world was going to split in two as he fucked her.

"I told you not to read those books," Jack scolded, slapping her behind. "You little whore, pleasuring yourself in my bed."

"Papa..." Lucy groaned.

"Yes, you're a whore... you're Papa's whore, Lucy, and I will use you like this any time I want."

"Yes, sir," she groaned, and then could not utter words anymore as she began to shake, feeling another orgasm come on. The waves mounted, until she burst, grabbing on to the breadboard for support as Papa pounded into her. Father and daughter, fucking on his bed, both completely taken by lust.

Jack felt his balls tighten, and knew he was about to cum. He thrust into her until he was practically forgone, and then took himself out, flipping Lucy over.

He came on her naked body, thick ropes of white against her stomach, her small breasts, her gloriously blonde angel's hair, her perfect innocent face. His daughter, no longer a virgin, useless to other man besides him. No one would touch her but him, Jack.

Lucy lay on the bed, her body aching from the wonderful, assaulting ravishment her father had given her. She panted, the beautiful young girl covered in Papa's cum, her pussy red and raw from his thrusting. Jack could only stare at her in awe. He'd just had this beautiful creature, and could do so again any time he liked.

"Thank you, my dearest Lucy... I will forever be grateful to you for letting me deflower you," Jack said sincerely.

"Papa, of course," she said, smiling. "Who else would I do something so private with but you?"

"You are magnificent," Jack praised. "Now go clean yourself up."

Lucy, still an innocent, blushed deeply.

"Yes Papa... Then can we try again?"

Jack smiled. He had a profound success on his hands, didn't he?

"I wouldn't dream of anything else, my dear."