Title: Violation
Author: Squeezynz
Chapter: One - Exigency
Rating: Adults Only 18+. Non-con, Incest, Chan, Graphic Sex.
Synopsis: A tale of incestuous lust. A father's desire for his daughter makes him do things that stretch the boundaries of common decency.
Authors Note: I do not condone incest in any shape, form or disguise. This is a story about fictitious characters within a fantasy world. As a writer I find I have to balance out what my muse demands, between the light and fluffy and the dark and dangerous, sometimes bordering on extreme and to some, tasteless subject matter.
In all I try to write my best for the sole purpose of entertaining my readers, and also myself. If this story offends or disgust the reader, then I am sorry, but I did warn you in the rating and synopsis. If you still chose to read and were still disgusted...my apologies, I can only do what my muse demands.
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It started the night after the children returned. Amongst all the conundrum of welcoming hugs and playful romping, George Darling had received no less than ten hugs from his beautiful daughter Wendy. Not that Wendy had never hugged him before, but she had never hugged him so fiercely or so long, her still boyishly flat body pressed tightly against his rigidly suited one, her arms barely reaching around him in her tender embrace. The emotions released in his breast from these unlooked for hugs had caused him to feel on fire, blushing and out of breath, disguising his body's reaction by offering pony rides and rough housing to deflect attention. As he played horsy with the new additions, he couldn't help but notice Wendy run to the window, her tremulous voice pleading for someone to stay. George couldn't see who she was talking to, but guessed it was another boy from the soft, loving inflections as she begged his attention. It raised a red mist in front of her father's vision to think that some stripling had any right to his daughters affections, any right to draw her attention away from her family. It was this that decided him. She was obviously not safe from this unknown persons attentions while still in the nursery,and now with the added members to the family, it was hardly seemly for a nearly grown up girl to be sleeping with so many small boys. She would need her own room. And quickly.
Not looking too closely at his reasons for this proprietary air, George Darling set in motion the cleaning and redecorating of the spare room. He was thrilled when Wendy kissed him repeatedly on the cheek when hearing the news. His face flushed and he felt sweat trickle down his spine when later she plopped herself on his lap and smothered his face in butterfly kisses in gratitude for the new bed with its floral flounce and tester.
It was on one of these occasions that he noticed that her kiss was missing from the right hand corner of her mouth. Since his sister Millicent had pointed out its existence he had taken it for granted that it would be there until she married. Now, to his horror and profound jealousy, it was gone, as conspicuous in its absence as it had been obvious before. Someone had got to her before George. Inwardly he fumed, impotent to ask the question of who, afraid to hear what else had been taken from her. But as time passed and Wendy's behavior and demeanor never changed, George relaxed, even unbending to allow himself to curl a hand around her slender waist whenever Wendy hugged him or reached up to kiss him in a daughterly fashion. That her Father desired more than a dutiful peck was kept strictly hidden, the sin buried deep within George's repressed soul.
Until, that is, one fateful night, when it was revealed to George that his lust for his daughter had only been suppressed by fear of discovery, not for want of opportunity.
A year after the adventures that so changed their world, Wendy became ill. Nothing mortal or dangerous, but sick enough to require a constant nurse, in the form of her mother or father, to watch over her. It also required that at the height of her fevers her body be sponged down to cool it. Any parent thus tasked would think nothing of doing such a thing for their child, and willingly. Unless that parent has been harboring lustful thoughts of that child and was now given the opportunity of indulging those lusts without fear of discovery or reprisals.
In that year, Wendy had grown and blossomed from a pretty child to a lovely young woman on the verge of maturity. Her body was starting to fill out, although no where near the lushness of her mother, she was developing curves and dips in all the right places. Her clothes were reflecting this change, becoming more like her mother's styles and less childish in their shape and length. Wendy's manners were also becoming less like a child and more like the adult to come, her eyes demurely downcast, her hands folding themselves neatly in a lap, her ankles crossed beneath her skirts. It all conspired to tempt her father to more and more improper thoughts of what was hidden under all those oh-so-proper clothes, his body tightening with his imagination supplying the details. When Wendy became ill and her father was needed to stand nurse sometimes for long hours at her bedside, his imagination was cast aside as his lustful instincts were given the real article to feast upon in all its youthful enticement.
The first time he was tempted to indulge his vice, Wendy had had a fitful day, her mother washing her from top to toe in an effort to ease the fever, the cotton nighty quickly becoming soaked as Wendy tossed in the throes of her illness. The Doctor had prescribed a tincture of poppy juice in the event the child became violent, but so far this medicine had not been needed. George knew of the Doctors strictures regarding dosage and side-effects, being a careful student of such details for future reference. Now his diligence would pay off in the most unlikely manner.
Mary had become worn with the constant nursing and had willingly conceded to her husband when he insisted she rest and let him stand a shift with his daughter. With his wife safely abed and the maid also retired for the night, George started his vigil over his daughter. At first he merely watched her toss restlessly on her bed as the hour ticked by, his nerves causing him to jump at any sound as the house settled down for the night. After several false alarms, he started to relax as the clock ticked past midnight and no more sounds intruded on the small room fitfully lit by the gas lamp. He finally rose to his feet, still clad in his suit of dark small clothes, his leather shoes squeaking as he paced to the bedroom door and eased it open. After checking the corridor, he closed the door and turned the small key in its lock, the click of the tumblers loud to his ears. His privacy assured he then checked the window, sweeping back the gauzy net curtains to peruse the windows of the house opposite before pulling them close, then the heavy velvet drapes, making sure no chink was left. Satisfied that he had secured the room from prying eyes he turned back and perched once more on the hard wooden chair after pulling it close to the bed. Wendy lay on her back, her hands curled trustingly on her pillows, her face turned towards the window. A lock of hair had fallen across her brow and George carefully drifted his fingers across her face to smooth it away. As he performed that small service he noticed that his hand appeared to shake. Bemused he lifted his hand in front of his face, watching the faint tremor for a second before clenching his fist to still the fit of nerves, resting the offending hand on his hard thigh. Keeping this rigid stance he allowed his eyes to dwell on his daughter, to caress over her head and face, down her neck to the half circle of skin visible above the neckline of her demur nightgown. A tiny sheen of sweat glimmered on her forehead and George licked his lips, tasting his own sweat beading on his upper lip. In her restless sleep Wendy had pushed her covers down about her waist, the nightgown bunching in folds around her midsection. Biting his lip, her father reached out with two fingers and twitched the cover back until the top of her legs appeared, a shade darker in tone than her white nightdress, but spread slightly apart to allow him to glimpse the space between, hidden under the edge of her gown.
Gulping in lungfuls of air to calm himself down, George twitched the covers back further until they lay at the end of the bed, completely uncovering Wendy from her head down to her slightly curled toes. With the change in temperature, Wendy stirred restlessly and shifted onto her side, her back now to her father. He had watched the whole move with ill concealed excitement, marveling at the way her body moved under the concealing cotton, her legs rubbing against each other before she settled, her rounded bottom now clearly outlined.
It was enough to send his blood pounding through his veins, his eyes closing briefly to blot out the arousing sight while he fought for control over his body. It was a useless attempt, his body rigid and hard, pressing eagerly against the buttons of his trousers, begging for release. He could feel beads of sweat on his forehead and he quickly pulled his handkerchief out of his waistcoat pocket to wipe away the evidence of his arousal. At that moment Wendy stirred again, her lashes lifting as she turned over, her eyes focussing on her father, her lips parting in a welcoming smile.
"Father?"
Swallowing hard, George rose and bent over his sick daughter, smoothing his hand over her hot forehead, a smile of sympathy curling his lips.
"You're not well, Wendy. I sent your mother to bed to get some rest. I'm here to watch over you tonight."
"I'm so thirsty...can..can I have something to drink?"
"Of course my darling....I'll get you some water."
Still smiling at the ease at which his plan was to be executed, he walked over to the dressing table and measured out the dose of sedative before mixing it with the cool water left for the purpose. Turning back he carried the glass to the bed and sat on the side as Wendy eased herself shakily into a sitting position to accept the glass from his hand. When she made to only drink half, he tilted the glass, cajoling her that it was good for her and to drink it all. This done he took it from her hand and placed it on the bedside table. When he turned back, Wendy had snuggled down again, her legs tucked up, her nighty once more covering her from neck to knee.
"I'm cold...."
"You'll be better soon, my darling, its just the fever making you cold. Here are the covers to keep you snug and warm."
With great care he covered her up once more and tucked the comforter around her, not once allowing himself to touch her.
"Go to sleep now, I'll be watching over you."
Already her eyelids were closing, her lips parting on a yawn.
"G'night Father..."
"Goodnight Wendy."
Soon her breathing was once more regular and George felt himself relax. After fifteen minutes he reached out and shook her shoulder, eliciting no response from his insensible daughter. Another shake produced the same result and it was with a sense of wild excitement that George pulled back the covers once more to reveal his daughters cotton glad body. With the covers pulled down to the end of the bed, he was able to walk around the room and view his daughter from all angles, from the tip of her toes to the crown of her head. Frustrated at the concealing nightgown he tested the drugs potency by lifting Wendy's arm and letting it drop. Again this didn't rouse the sleeper but did give rise a lecherous leer to paint her Father's thin lips.
Satisfied that nothing was going to wake her, he proceeded to strip her of her thin protection from his gaze. With his prey naked he spent several minutes arranging her limbs to his satisfaction, rolling her onto her side to display her backside, then onto her back and spreading her legs to reveal her hidden treasures. In all this Wendy did not stir, her breathing deep and even, uncaring of her father's unwarranted ministrations.
After playing with his living doll for several minutes and admiring his handiwork he left her laying on her side, one leg draped over the other leaving her nether cheeks enticingly displayed.
Sweat once more started on his upper lip, his tongue snaking out to swipe at the moisture, his trousers unbearable tight as his manhood strained for release from its captivity. Kneeling down by the side of the bed, George stared at the sight of his daughters perfectly rounded bottom, the girls pale skin glowing in the lamp light. Leaning his chin on the bed he reached out a cautious finger and pressed against the flesh, watching enraptured as it absorbed the digit and then sprang back to its smooth texture once he withdrew. This new game kept his attention for several minutes, his fingers leaving pink marks on her flesh as he poked and prodded the soft globes, his warm hand stroking across her hips and over her gently dipping waist, his fingertips counting her ribs until he encountered her arm which rested, bent against her side. Traveling back down he went back to stroking and pinching the white flesh of her bottom, kneading it and pulling the cheeks apart to expose the strip of skin between, the shadowed valley punctuated by the rose pucker of her anus. At the sight of that tender entrance his body sprang into painful life, throbbing and begging release. Unable to bear the pain, he straitened up from his kneeling crouch and sat back on his heel, leaning back and letting his head fall back on his neck to help relieve some of the tension. Lifting his head again he reached down and freed his painful erection from his trousers, his member so engorged it felt ready to burst at any moment. The cool air of the bedroom felt blissful on his heated skin, his manhood moving with his breathing, bobbing up and down, a pearl of pre-cum leaking from the tip as he fought to control his desire. Well aware that any semen stains on his clothes or the bedding would be obviously noted, he reached out for one of the towels left to wash his daughter, the soft cotton cloth quickly wrapped around his cock, the first touch of his fingers almost bringing him to climax before he could finish covering his quivering flesh. Once safely protected, George decided to relieve his discomfort, his hand closing around his hardness, one stroke sending spark firing behind his eyes as his climax flooded his body, his mouth falling open as his lungs fought for a breath. After several long minutes he allowed his head to fall forward onto the bed, his face now pressed to the tender flesh of his daughter. With his fist still holding the cloth to his cock, George started to nuzzle the flesh so close to his face, his nose parting the cheeks to press against the rosebud, the scent of her skin filling his nose, its musky sweetness tempting him to reach out his tongue and taste the warmth.
Feeling heady with lust, his cock held tightly wadded in his fist, George snaked out his wet tongue and stroked the tight skin between her cheeks, lapping as the soft globes before pressing against the rosebud pucker, the ring of muscle keeping him from penetrating her body. With that one taste he found an insatiable hunger fill him for more. With his free hand he parted the soft flesh to give him greater access to the sweet valley, his tongue sweeping the length of her crack, from the base of her spine to the start of her sex and back again, each flick and lick of his tongue bathing the fragrant skin, the taste a heady mixture that teased him back to hardness.
Emboldened, he pressed his tongue once more to the puckered hole, lubricating it with his saliva so that it glistened and beckoned for attention. Feeling the excitement rise in him, George took the next step and pressed more fully against the ring of muscle, feeling her relaxed body give up its treasure and allow him to slip inside her heated body. It felt like his tongue was on fire from her heat, his tongue slipping in and out of the musky hole more easily with each attempt until he was able to push his entire tongue into the hole, his nose pressed against one cheek and his chin digging into the other. He waggled his tongue back and forth, his hips lifting to give him greater penetration, his own bottom clenching as if his cock was penetrating that hot hole, not just his mouth.
He feasted on her, with each thrust of his tongue he relaxed the muscle more until he was able to watch the hole slowly close before he pushed back in again, reveling in the feel of the ring gripping his tongue. This time when he reached his climax he kept his mouth fastened to his daughters bottom, his tongue forced as deeply as he could go inside her anus as his body shook and shuddered in his release. Exhausted from his exertions he finally withdrew and rested his sweating forehead on the bed clothes, panting harshly.
It had been exhilarating. It had been wicked. He had to do it again.
Coming back to his senses, he tidied himself up, tucking the wadded up towel into his trouser pocket to dispose of outside the house. He redressed Wendy after drying her bottom, and tucked her back under the covers. Finally he unlocked the door and positioned the chair someway from the bed before making himself comfortable once more.
Wendy slumbered on, oblivious to her violation, unaware that her virginity was at serious peril from the one person she should have been able to trust with her life.
And this was only the first encounter.
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Wendy overcame her illness and quickly bounced back to health, as young people are want to do. Her family rejoiced at her return to the world, her brothers cautious in their displays of affection, treating Wendy as if she was made of porcelain.
Wendy accepted it all as her due, not telling anyone about the disturbing dreams that had haunted her fevers, of the strange sensations that intruded into her heavy sleep leaving her bewildered and unsure and strangely excited.
With her return to good health there were not more excuses for her father's nightly vigil at her bedside and for a short time the unknown assaults on her virtue ceased, her dreams reverting back to their former innocence.
Then the dreams returned.
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His brief foray into incestuous lust had only whetted his appetite, his thirst for more a constant ache that left him hard and wanting and in a perpetual state of need. A week after Wendy had been pronounced fit and healthy, George was handed a golden opportunity to pursue his perversion. His wife, Mary, was invited to visit her sister who lived on the other side of London. As Wendy had already visited her Aunt only recently it was decided that Mary would take the boys with her for a treat and spend a weekend with her sister and her children, leaving George at home with their daughter.
Suppressing his overwhelming glee, George organized what was needed, making sure that the housemaid, Liza, was also having a night off sometime over that weekend.
The scene prepared, he only had to wave his family off and wait for the hours of darkness to arrive. Filled with anticipation he fought for calm as the hours ticked by and finally night arrived.
Wendy sat playing the piano in the parlor, her long hair held back from her face by a satin ribbon, her hands with their delicate fingers dancing over the keys, so like her mother. George sat with his legs crossed and the newspaper over his groin to hide his arousal as she entertained him, his mind weaving fantasies of just him and her keeping house together, his wife and boys mysteriously absent, Wendy just there for his delectation and pleasure. With a smile curling his lips, he watched her perform her music, his eyes glittering. At the end of her recital he clapped appreciatively and Wendy bounced off the piano seat and came to sit on his lap. Careful to remove the paper so as not to mark his clothes, he let her wriggle her perfectly rounded bottom on his lap as she made herself comfortable, blithely unaware of the hard jut of his cock beneath her, hidden under his stiff suiting.
"Did I do well Father?"
"You were perfect my precious....just perfect." Stroking her hair, he smiled at her, receiving one back that took his breath away with its sweetness and innocence.
"Oh Father...isn't this just so much fun...just you and me."
"Great fun, my pet. But methinks it is your bedtimes..so run along and get into your nightclothes and I'll come up and kiss you goodnight."
"Alright.....I'll call down when I'm ready." With a final wriggle as she pressed her backside down before getting off, Wendy bent forward and pressed her full lips to her fathers, the pressure only brief but enough to make George close his eyes in ecstasy.
"I won't be long..." Wendy sang out as she walked from the room without a backward glance.
George sat in his chair, his eyes closed as he savored that kiss, his body hard and urgent, his lap still warm from her close contact. Growling to himself he rose up and stood, his blood thrumming in his veins, all doubt about the night to come banished in a flood of lust that consumed him. Pacing to the fire and back he waited for Wendy to call, his ears picking up the sound of her padding back and forth to the bathroom, the snick of the door and her footfalls back to the head of the stairs.
"Ready Father."
Suddenly still, George clenched his fists and fought for control before calling out that he was coming up directly. He almost bounded up the stairs in his eagerness, his muscles bunching under his clothes, his breathing short and hard. Outside her bedroom door he paused and ran a finger around his tight collar, pulling out his handkerchief and mopping his brow before tapping lightly on the wood.
"Come in." Wendy called, her father pushing open the door to see her sitting up in her bed, the sheet bunched at her waist, her hair loose and soft around her shoulders.
Swallowing hard, George walked in and closed the door behind him before advancing on the bed and sitting on the edge. Wendy stared back at him with bright eyes, her lips parted and slightly moist.
Holding himself rigidly under control, George patted her hands that lay on the counterpane. "Scoot under the covers now, my dear, its time you were asleep."
"I hope mother and the boys are having fun."
"I'm sure they are having a ball...do you wish you'd gone with them?"
"Oh no...I'd much rather be here with you."
Smiling at her artless reply, George bent down and pressed a chaste kiss against her forehead before rising to his feet and walking over to the door, reaching up to lower the gas light before pulling the door open.
"Sweet dreams my precious....Goodnight."
"Goodnight father."
Closing the door behind him, George slumped against the corridor wall, his breath hissing out in a long sigh as he relaxed his rigid control. It was Wendy's habit, encouraged by her father, to sleep only for an hour before rising again and requesting a drink before settling for the night. Prepared for this eventuality, George had the drink all prepared, suitably spiked with the tincture of Poppy in the correct dose to render his daughter insensible to anything her father cared to do to her.
Grinning broadly George went to his room and prepared himself. Stripping off his confining city clothes he washed himself from head to toe, paying special attention to his genitalia, bringing himself to a violent climax to ease the tension and allow him more control later. His body once more calm he dressed in a loose nightshirt and dressing gown, shodding his feet with his leather slippers before sitting down on his bed and reaching for a book to occupy him until Wendy called.
An hour and a half later she was awake, George already on hand with the glass and holding it to her lips before she had fully awoken. With the draught administered, George murmured soothingly as she slipped into a deep sleep, her breathing even and slow, her limbs completely relaxed. After testing her by lifting her arms and letting them drop, George went back to his room and doused the gas lamps. Trotting downstairs he checked the locks on the doors and doused the remaining lights before returning to Wendy's room.
Tapping her cheek was his last test before he proceeded, her lack of response giving cause for celebration, George pouring himself a drink of fine claret before starting on his program of debauchery with his insensible daughter. With no worries about being interrupted he planned to make full use of his privacy, starting with stripping Wendy of her fragile protection, the nighty cast into the corner along with his own clothes so that he stood naked beside the bed gazing down hungrily at her unblemished perfection.
Along with the spirit, he had also brought a collection of cloths and towels as well as various bottles of lubricants to experiment and use, his plans for the nights deeds well thought out.
First he lay down on the bed and gathered Wendy into his arms, her naked flesh pressed against his own, her satin skin enveloped by his as he wrapped her in his arms and hooked his legs over hers in a parody of intimacy. Like a puppet she was rolled and manipulated, her arms and legs entwined with his as he fondled and stroked her, his hands wandering where they wanted, his nose burying itself in her neck or armpit, his fingers massaging her flesh, tweaking and kneading.
This entertained him for awhile but he wanted more. The feel of her warm flesh excited him but he wanted to do more than just touch and fondle. Drawing away and off the bed, he spent some time arranging her against the pillows and sheets in different positions, some demure some brazen, her legs spread apart, other times pressed together. With each positioning he stood back and admired the effect, his fingers running down her torso or flank before carefully trying another position.
Finally bored with playing, he laid her on her back, her arms bent at the elbow and laying palm up on the pillows, her legs bent and splayed wide to reveal her sex. Climbing on to the end of the bed he picked up one of her feet and proceeded to suck each delicate toe into his mouth, lavishing the gaps in between with his tongue and rolling each toe around his mouth. After kissing and suckling her feet he worked his way up her leg, paying attention to behind her knees, sucking the soft skin into his mouth before carrying on. Her thighs were lavished with the same attention, his mouth getting ever closer to its goal. Pushing her knees up, he positioned a pillow under her bottom to raise her higher, her sex now easily accessible. Using his fingers he played with the folds of her opening, tweaking and fondling the thin portals, the flesh becoming slick as her body responded to the stimulus despite their owner being oblivious. Positioning himself on his stomach he lowered his mouth to her genitals, sucking the tender flesh into his mouth, his tongue lapping at the flaps of skin before delving beyond them, into her most private of openings, tasting her and smelling her like a rich banquet. There were a few sparse hairs decorating her mons and he lapped at those too, teasing them between his lips before returning to her now engorged nether lips, the entrance they protected now moist with his saliva and her own secretions. His nose bumped against the hard nubbin of her clitoris, still underdeveloped but he sucked against that as well, drawing the tiny piece of flesh against his lips, his teeth biting down gently before releasing it to stand proud.
Having eaten his fill he pushed himself onto his knees, hooking Wendy's legs over his thighs so that he was almost groin to groin with her, his hard cock resting on her pubis, leaking fluid over her belly to lay glistening in expectation. Leaning forward he rubbed himself against her, his cock wavering over her belly leaving trails of glistening fluid that painted patterns on her skin. Heat was pulsing off him in waves, sweat beading his forehead as he pushed forward then pulled back, the head of his penis dipping into her belly button before he flexed and pulled it lower to dance among the few hairs scattered over her sex. As he pushed forward his balls swung and connected with her bottom making him groan, his head lowered to watch himself rub against her. Pulling back he shuffled back a bit to allow him to bend his head and lap at his own juices covering her soft belly, his tongue following the trail left by his cock, the taste tangy on his tongue.
Still with her thighs over his own, George took a hold of his hot sex and directed it to rub over her thighs and the creases at the top of her legs, coming ever closer to her sex. Gripping himself tightly he pointed his cock at her nether lips, rubbing the head of his penis against the tender flesh, pushing the lips back and forth, coating them in his lubrication, swiping himself back and forth against her slit from the crack of her bottom to the hairs on her pubic mound. He looked on intently, marveling at how big he looked against her immature body, how huge his ordinary cock looked, the flushed skin so dark against her fairness, the leaking trail of fluid from the end of his dick coating her skin.
Tentatively he used his free hand to part her labia, exposing the deeper pink of her inner flesh, his cock resting against that damp skin, feeling the moist heat wrap around the head when he let go of the flaps of skin, his cock at the entrance of her body but not inside.
Panting he paused, keeping perfectly still.
Leaning forward he pushed in, his hard flesh slipping inside his daughters virgin flesh, his own quivering with strain as he withdrew before pushing in again, this time a tiny bit further, Wendy's body providing plenty of moisture to ease his passage. Teasing himself as much as her body, he eased himself in and out of that opening, never going further than the very tip of his penis, the hard ring of her tight opening slowly widening the more he worked it. Eventually his patience won out and the head of his cock slipped inside her only to come up against her final barrier. Only a inch of his manhood sat inside her, the end pressed up against the fragile hymen, his own body quivering as if in the throws of a fit at the tension vibrating through him. Slowly he withdrew then pushed inside again, coming up against the barrier once more. Again and again he tormented himself, only sheathing a fraction of his length inside her before withdrawing and repeating the action. Panting loudly he finally withdrew completely, sitting back on his heels and letting his head fall back on his neck, his cock throbbing incessantly, begging for release.
Backing away, he lifted her legs off his thighs and removed himself from the bed. Using a towel he wiped himself down, cleaning off the rapidly cooling sweat before returning for the next phase of his violation.
With infinite care he rolled Wendy onto her front, her head turned so that her face was not smothered in her pillows, her hands now palm down on the pillows, her long legs straightened out. Carefully he lifted her pelvis and placed another pillow on top of the one that was already there to lift her bottom well into the air, her pink and swollen sex as easily accessible from this angle as before. Checking that she was breathing easily, George one more positioned himself behind her, spreading her legs to allow him free access.
He immediately started to pet and stroke her buttocks, kneading the white flesh, parting the cheeks to expose the rosebud opening within, his fingers grazing over that tight skin, dipping into her already wet sex to spread her own fluids over her anus and cheeks.
Leaning down her kissed each perfect globe, nuzzling the yielding flesh, pressing his face against the cheeks as if they were the softest pillows. His tongue bathed the skin between the cheeks, running down the crack, over the puckered hole and down to her vagina, then back up again, dragging her own fluids up to coat her forbidden hole. Circling his tongue around he pressed it against the pucker, tasting its musky flavour and breathing in her scent. Again and again he pressed his eager tongue against her opening, the muscle relaxing more each time until he finally slipped inside her, her bowels hot and moist against his mouth. With his own arse pointed to the ceiling and his face pressed to her backside, George feasted on his daughter, stabbing his tongue inside her while his cock leaked and bobbed in anticipation.
With the hole relaxed, he then entered one finger inside her, wiggling it around before adding another, all the time lapping the skin around the hole with his tongue and lips, watching his fingers disappear into her body and then appear again before plunging back inside.
With the hole well and truly open, George used a towel to clean his hands before shuffling forward on his knees and gripping his cock, pointing it at the puckered opening. Once more he wiped himself over her skin, his cockhead smearing its fluid around and on the opening until it glistened. Bracing himself with one hand he pressed the crown of his cock against the hole, the flesh pressing inwards as he pushed forward. Slowly but surely the hole parted to allow his cock to enter, the head engulfed past the ring of muscle, surrounded by heat and tightness. Panting, George paused, no longer gripping himself, he used his now free hand to grip Wendy's hip to stop himself pushing her too far forward. Almost shaking with the effort, he pushed forward again, another inch passing the tight ring of muscle and encasing his cock in heated heaven. Repositioning himself closer he drew Wendy backwards using both hands on her hip to impale her further on his cock, more of his length disappearing into her bottom, his neck muscles cording with the effort of not thrusting as he buried himself inside her.
At last he had all of himself encased inside Wendy's bowels, his body quivering with the sensation, his lungs heaving to drag in air. Still holding her hips he pulled himself out of her body only to thrust back in after only a few seconds, his body pulsing with the feeling of being buried balls deep in her heat, the ring of muscle gripping him almost unbearably tightly as he withdrew again then thrust forward. He was doing it, he was fucking his daughter, he was fucking her arse, her flesh jiggling and flattening each time he thrust into her, her body moving against the sheet as his hips pushed her forward then back, his cock on fire with the need to impale and fill the void.
Lost in the throws of his lust, George threw back his head and moaned loudly, his hips setting up a rhythm as he pounded himself in and out of Wendy's no-longer virgin backside, his cock swelling as it appeared and disappeared into and out of her body, all his nerves and sensations centered on his sex as he felt his climax coming closer.
Suddenly he was there and he felt sparks fire behind his closed eyes as his cock exploded in her, spurting out his seed into her bowels, his body jerking and spasming as he gripped her hips, keeping her seated on him as he expelled himself fully.
"Oh God..Oh God...Oh God..." George groaned as his body shuddered and jerked the last of its fluid inside his daughter, his cock softening and slipping out as he fell onto his hands, braced either side of her body, his slippery cock resting against her lower back.
Gasping, he pushed himself up and shakily climbed off the bed, his legs barely able to support him as he staggered over to the night table and grabbed a towel to clean himself. Careful to rub only lightly over his still overly sensitized flesh, he wiped himself off before returning to his still insensible bed mate and carefully cleaned her up, wiping away the fluid leaking from her anus and down her thighs.
Tossing the towel away he stared down at the reddened opening to his daughters body, his tongue snaking out to lick his own lips before he bent down and pressed a kiss to her violated pucker.
"My treasure beyond price...."
After a brief rest and on decidedly wobbly legs, George Darling redressed himself in his nightgown and slippers before removing the pillows from beneath Wendy and redressing her in her nighty and covering her with the bedclothes. Gathering up his supplies he returned them to his own room before coming back for one last check of Wendy's room.
"My angel.....sleep well...you have no idea how much Daddy is pleased with you." Bending down he pressed a kiss against her lax lips, unable to stop himself when his tongue darted out and into her mouth. Pulling away hurriedly he smoothed her hair before reaching up to extinguish the gas lamp still burning.
"Goodnight my darling..."
Closing the door quietly behind him, George made his way back to his own room, collapsing on his bed in a satisfied stupor which quickly became a deep sleep of the sexually fulfilled.
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Both slept late the next morning, George because of his late night and debauched behavior, Wendy because of the lingering effects of the drugged water.
George was downstairs sitting in the parlor when Wendy finally appeared, heavy eyed and sleep tousled.
"Morning Father."
"Morning Wendy...did you sleep well?"
"I-I don't know...I feel...strange this morning."
"Strange my love? What do you mean?"
Sitting gingerly down at the table, Wendy blinked at her father across the table, her brow furrowed as she tried to put in to words what she felt.
"I feel a bit woozy...like I did when I was unwell."
"Do you think you have a cold coming on?"
"N-no....I just feel so tired....and a bit sore."
Keeping his face carefully bland, George enquired where she felt sore.
Blushing prettily Wendy avoided her fathers kindly stare and pointed towards her nether regions.
Being deliberately obtuse, George decided to see how far he could play this game.
"Is it your stomach dearest?"
"No....lower."
"Oh....your legs?"
"N-no....it's..." Now red with embarrassment Wendy squirmed in her seat. "It's my...bottom." She whispered.
"Oh...I see. Is it a bruise, do you think? Have you sat down on something sharp or pointy?"
"I don't think so....its not so much my bottom....its the..." Mortified to be discussing something so particular, Wendy stuttered to a halt.
"Do you mean your anus?"
Unable even to speak the word, Wendy could only nod and blush harder. George suppressed a smile as he folded his newspaper and sipped his tea.
"Do you want me to take you to the doctor?"
"Oh no....no...I just....it's so sore."
"Well....would you like me to take a look at it?"
For a moment Wendy could only stare in shock at her father as he calmly sipped his tea, his eyes not even looking at her.
"Wh-wha-at?"
"Well, I've seen your bottom before Wendy. After all I did change your nappies when you were a baby, and I had to sponge you down when you were so ill......I'm your father dear."
"I know....I just..." She squirmed again, obviously in some discomfort.
"Well if you don't want me to look....I'm sure the Doctor won't mind. I'm sure he see's bottoms all the time..."
"NO...I mean....no, please....I'd rather not....oh dear."
"Come come Wendy......this is me, your father who has seen you without your clothes on before, not some stranger...." Putting on his most cajoling face, George looked encouragingly at Wendy.
"You are right, of course. It's just so...."
"Embarrassing?"
"Yes....." Wendy blushed anew, flicking her father a grateful glance for understanding.
Getting to his feet, George held out his hand to Wendy who took it and rose to stand beside him.
"I suggest we go back upstairs and into your mother's room, I'm sure she has some embrocation for just this situation."
Together they went upstairs, Wendy still hot with mortification, George hot with the lust pounding through his veins.
On reaching his bedroom he held the door open for Wendy, letting her walk through before shutting it behind him. Indicating for her to sit on the bed, he rummaged in the collection of bottles his wife kept in a small chest for any childhood medical emergency. Finding the bottle he knew would be in there because he had purchased it himself, George turned with a look of triumph and walked over to Wendy.
"I knew your mother had something put aside....she used it on one of the boys when they had a bad dose of a tummy upset and it left them with a very sore bottom. Now I think it best if I sit on the bed and you bend over my knee. Then you won't have to look at me and get all upset...alright."
"If you say so....." Waiting until her father positioned himself on the side of the bed, Wendy bent forward and lay across his legs, her hands on his thigh to steady herself. Letting go a nervous laugh she spoke again. "I feel as if I've done something naughty and you're going to spank me."
"Nothing that drastic my dear....now I'm going to lift your skirt and pull down your drawers...are you comfortable enough."
Her face burning, Wendy nodded, her chin resting against her fathers flannel clad leg as her father lifted her skirts to reveal her cotton pantelettes. Keeping very still she bit her lip as she felt her father's fingers undo the ties to release her drawers, the material slipping down her legs to puddle round her ankles. She jumped when she felt her fathers hand rest against her exposed flesh, his warm palm rubbing soothingly over her skin from her lower back down to the back of her thighs and up again. Despite her continued embarrassment she felt strangely soothed by his hand, her bottom lifting slightly as he continued to gently stroke her bottom.
"Are you quite comfortable Wendy dear?"
"Yes thank you."
"I'm going to put some of this cream on my hand and on your bottom, it will feel a little chill but I'm sure it will warm up quickly."
Wendy felt the dribble of fluid hit her bottom, making her flesh tighten, her buttocks clenching as she flinched. But almost as once she relaxed when her fathers hand started to smooth the slick liquid over her skin, his fingers drifting over her cheek to the crack of her bottom, the tips of his fingers finding the seam and stroking downwards. When he hit her sensitive flesh she jerked again, his fingers instantly leaving her, Wendy missing his touch at once.
"Is that the sore place?"
"Oh yes...."
"Then I'll go gently."
Returning his hand to her backside, George once more ran his fingertips down her crack, brushing lightly over her sore hole, his other hand spreading her cheeks apart to give him better access. Using plenty of the cream he smoothed it up and down her crack, over and over the puckered hole until her skin was slick with the cream and Wendy had relaxed completely against his legs.
"How is that feeling my love?"
"Wonderful...it hardly hurts at all now." Wendy's voice sounded a little breathless and George smiled to himself, noting her anus flex each time he passed his fingers over it.
"Shall I stop my dear?"
"Oh please don't...it feels so soothing."
Grinning at her artless surrender to his seduction, he kept up his fondling of her bottom, his fingers swirling around her puckered hole, the emollient with its analgesic properties taking away the pain of his penetration of the night before. He could feel Wendy relaxing even further against his thighs, her head dropping down as she gave herself over to the sensuous delight his fingers were eliciting as they stroked and petted her genitals. On one of his strokes over her hole he pressed his finger down a fraction harder against the muscle before passing on. Wendy gave no reaction to this move so he tried again, this time the tip of his finger parting the tight muscle a little before passing onwards. Each time he stroked over the hole he dipped his finger against the pucker, the relaxing muscle allowing him to press further inside until he was able to dip his finger to the first knuckle inside her before withdrawing and then returning to do it again.
Wendy was drifting in a pleasant haze of contentment, her fathers warm hand soothing and stroking her now relaxed bottom, her feelings of exposure and embarrassment buried under a tide of sensations centered on her previously sore hole. She loved the tingling of his fingers as they petted her skin, his strong fingers gliding back and forth, massaging her hole and taking the hurt away. When he slipped his finger inside she hardly regarded it, taking it as part of the whole process, too caught up in the wonderful feelings emanating from her core to wonder at his actions. Still feeling the after effects of the drug administered the previous night, Wendy drifted into a kind of stupor, her body responding to his manipulation while her mind succumbed and slipped into a doze, despite still being draped over her fathers lap.
Hearing her breathing even out, George risked slipping his index finger up to the second knuckle inside her, eliciting no response from his daughter as he left it there, stretching the tight ring and allowing him to slip in a second finger.
"Doesn't this feel nice?" He murmured, using his thumb to stroke her perineum while his fingers stroked her on the inside.
Wendy only murmured, pushing her bottom up to take more of him inside her. Smiling at her eagerness, George silently praised the apothecary who had created the cream, its deadening properties put to good use that morning.
"My legs are getting tired, Wendy dear....I'll just move you onto the bed, then I'll put some more cream on you..."
"'kay Father...." Still in the thrall of his seduction, Wendy lifted herself sleepily off his lap and sprawled onto the bed, her skirts wantonly bunched around her waist, her pantaloons kicked off her feet.
George quickly positioned her with a pillow under her hips before returning his hand to her bare bottom and soothing the unguent once more into her skin. Again Wendy pushed back against his hand, her hips mimicking the act of sex, rubbing herself against her fathers hand as he stroked over her anus, his fingers slipping once more inside her, the cream deadening any pain or discomfort.
"Does this feel nice Wendy?"
"Very nice....but...I want...I want."
"What do you want my dear?"
"I don't know....I feel...it feels..."
"Do you want more?"
"Please..."
"As you wish my love...as you wish."
Moving slowly, George climbed on to the bed behind her, her bottom raised up to him in mute offering as he freed himself from his trousers, his cock hard and weeping, straining to bury itself inside the willing body before it. Keeping his hands still stroking and soothing, George nudged Wendy's legs apart, the girl unaware of the violation about to take place, her eyes tightly closed as she succumbed to the sexual heat suffusing her body and making it blossom for him alone. Coating his cock in some of the cream, he took himself in hand and positioned himself at her puckered opening, slowly sliding out his coated fingers and replacing it with the hot head of his penis. He held it against her opening, not pressing forward but just holding the hot flesh against her, her own movements pressing the hole against him as she squirmed, humping the pillow below her as her own lust took over. Spreading her cheeks and stretching the hole open a bit, George finally pressed forward, the head of his cock slipping inside her, her eager body almost pulling his flesh into her own. Still massaging her buttocks and perineum, George rested his hand on her hip, urging her to push back against him. Moaning at the strange feeling emanating from her bottom, Wendy felt the urge to push and did just that, impaling herself on her father cock which sank into her heat with ease.
Both George and Wendy groaned at the same time, their bodies joined in the most intimate way, Wendy feeling full and hot and wanting to move, while George felt all his blood pool in his groin making him swell and pulse with the feel of her wrapped around him.
Still not entirely aware of what was being done to her, Wendy could only respond to her bodies demands, her fists clenching on the bed clothes as her hips gyrated and thrust, her father having to do nothing more than keep himself inside her as she milked his cock inside her body, her young muscles clenching and releasing around him.
"Oh yes....yes Wendy...that's it my darling....keep doing that."
Allowing her to set the pace, George kept up his stroking and massaging, creating sensations all over her bottom and making her squirm to relieve the burning sensation rising within her.
"Oh...oh...oh..oh.." Wendy panted, feeling something quicken inside her, her body jerking back and forth as she brought herself to orgasm, George just along for the ride as his daughter used him to assuage her new found lust. Still buried to the hilt he felt her muscles spasm around her, the ring of muscle almost cutting off his circulation as she tightened unbearable in her climax, his own only seconds behind her as he finally thrust into her, his cock expelling his seed, hot and liquid in her bowels.
Quickly softening, he pulled himself out of her opening but maintained his stroking and petting, her puckered flesh flexing as it returned to its normal closure. Wendy lay on her face, her chest heaving, unfamiliar sensations boiling inside her as she drifted and quivered.
After wiping himself off, George tucked himself away, using the same towel to gently wipe Wendy's bottom clean of the cream and his secretions. Climbing off the bed, he tugged at his clothes to tidy them, smoothing a hand over his head to straighten his hair before gathering up the cream and towels. Wendy still lay supine, her pink bottom still exposed and wantonly displayed. Bending down, George pressed a kiss against her tussled hair.
"Does it feel all better now?"
Not opening her eyes, Wendy smiled. "Oh yes Father...it feels much better now...."
"Good...but if it feels sore again, you let me know and I'll use that cream again...alright?"
"Oh yes....I'll let you know at once if it's sore at all."
Well aware that the cream will have worn off by the evening, George foresaw a pleasant nights work ahead of him.
"Rest dearest.....there's nothing to do today, so have a sleep and come down for lunch when you're ready."
"Yes Father...." Already asleep, Wendy only managed a whisper before slipping into oblivion.
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That evening Wendy once more complained that her bottom was sore, her father leading her on a merry dance before agreeing to treat it for her.
"Go take a bath, my precious and go to the toilet before you get ready for bed. Give me a call and I'll come up and bring the cream."
"Thank you Father."
In a lather of excitement, barely understanding why she felt the urgent need to have him sooth her sore bottom, Wendy rushed through taking a bath after making sure she went to the toilet. Pink and clean she hastily brushed out her hair and slipped on her nighty, ready for her fathers ministrations.
"I'm ready."
Shaking with anticipation she waited for her father to appear, which he did with the jar of wonderful ointment and a few towels slung over one arm. He had changed into his dressing gown to be more comfortable and Wendy didn't batt an eyelash when her father divested himself of the bulky gown revealing his nightshirt below.
"As I will be going to bed directly afterwards I thought I'd change too."
"Do you want me to bend over your lap again?"
"No dearest......I think we'll stay on the bed...you were quite comfortable last time weren't you?"
"Oh yes....very comfortable."
"Good girl...now turn over onto your face and hand me that extra pillow."
Doing as she asked, she positioned herself with her bottom in the air, her nightdress still covering her. Careful to move slowly, George positioned himself behind her, out of her line of sight, her cotton clad bottom raised up above the bed.
"One more pillow I think." He said, taking the proffered item and slipping it under her. "I'm just going to lift your nighty."
So saying he did just that, revealing her smooth white cheeks to his lascivious gaze. Pushing the material up almost to her breasts, he ran his hands over her sides back down to her bottom, his big hands almost covering the fleshy globes as he squeezed them gently. Sitting back on his heels he parted her cheeks to reveal the glory hole between. It again looked pink and a bit irritated, but he smiled knowingly.
"It does look sore my sweet......time to put on some cream I think...it will feel a little cold at first."
Biting her lip, Wendy waited in eager anticipation as her father unscrewed the lid of the jar and scooped up a finger full of the cream. Seconds later she felt it smeared over her bottom, down her crack and over her aching pucker, her flesh flinching slightly at the cool cream but quickly warming as her father stroked the ointment up and down her flesh.
"Does that feel good Wendy?"
"Oh yes Father...so good."
"Just relax dearest...I'll massage a goodly amount in to make it feel better."
Closing her eyes, she focused entirely on what he was doing to her bottom, her hips moving on their own volition as he pressed his finger against her hole as he passed over it. After only a short time he had two fingers buried inside her heat, his thumb stroking the taut skin above the hole. His other hand was stroking over her nether lips, not beneath them, but up and over, cupping her with each pass, caressing the creases before returning, back and forth until he felt her own bodies moisture start to coat his fingers.
Wendy couldn't keep still, her bottom heaving as she pressed against the pressure of his fingers, an itch building in her anus as her fathers fingers rubbed between her legs, exciting her further. Her tight pucker flexed against his fingers, drawing him in and pushing him out, her breath leaving her lips on little moans as her desire mounted. Judging her ready for his cock, George withdrew his fingers and hands to remove his nightshirt completely, leaving him naked between his daughters spread thighs.
Returning his fingers to stroking her between her legs, he positioned himself hot and hard against her back passage. Having prepared her, he slipped inside her body with insolent ease, the head of his cock disappearing as she pushed back against him, flexing her pelvis to draw him in further. Leaving off rubbing her labia he braced himself on his hands either side of her torso, pushing himself inside her until she was impaled on him to his balls. This time he didn't wait for her to push back but thrust forward before pulling out and thrusting again, her cheeks wobbling with each penetration, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud above the sound of their hectic breathing.
Wendy was on fire, her bottom filled with her father, her sex swollen and moist and begging to be touched, even her breasts ached as she clenched her fists in the bedding and pushed back against his thrusts.
Foregoing any pretense that he was helping her, George wrapped his muscular arms about Wendy's waist, pulling her back against him as he rutted against her, his arms pulling her almost upright as he thrust ever more forcefully into her, her legs spread wide as he buried himself repeatedly inside her body, grunting and thrusting, his hand snaking down to fondle her front opening while he plundered her backside. Wendy was tossed around like a rag doll, her head coming back to rest against his shoulder so that her full weight pushed her further onto her fathers cock, his fingers buried inside her folds as he rubbed her clitoris, bringing her alive with lightning spiking her belly as she orgasmed around him, bringing him his completion so that they jerked and shuddered against each other in a paroxysm of aftershocks, George still buried to hilt, Wendy almost blacking out with the overload to her nervous system.
For long minutes they lay locked together, George still hard inside Wendy's body, his own still jerking with shuddering tremors as his heart thundered violently in his chest. Finally, easing protesting muscles, he withdrew his softening sex from her body, semen following his flesh out of the hole to coat her skin slickly.
Wendy lay face down where she'd flopped once he'd released her, her hair spread out around her head, her hands no longer gripping the bed cover but laying still and relaxed beside her head. Moving away, George sat on the side of the bed and cleaned himself up with shaking hands, his lungs still fighting to draw breath in the aftermath of fucking his daughter. Shrugging on his dressing gown he tied the cord before removing the pillows that still supported Wendy's hips and tossing them to the head of the bed. Then he pulled her nighty back down, covering up her bottom but not before placing a kiss on each rosy cheek. Finally he pulled the coverlet over her and left her, gathering up the cream and the towels and his crumpled night shirt.
"Sleep well my dearest....I'll see you in the morning."
Not waiting for a reply, George Darling let himself out of his daughters room and retired to his own.
Wendy lay listening to her heart beat pounding in her ears, her body a mixture of extraordinary lassitude and nerve tingling awareness of what had just been done to her. Her father had just had sex with her, not just sex but forbidden sex. Her bottom throbbed and she could almost still feel his hot, hard sex buried inside her, the force of his thrusts against her flesh as he took his pleasure of her.
Everything down there felt swollen and tender, her wandering fingers quickly leaving her sore flesh as it rebelled from further stimulation. Instead she tried to imagine what her father's thing looked like as it buried itself inside her. It had felt huge and hard but also soft and hot both inside and outside her body.
She wondered if he would let her see what had been thrusting into her body. She also wondered how soon he would want to do it all again.
Closing her eyes she drew her knees up under the cover, the cotton of her nighty tight against her tender buttocks.
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(Do I continue? That is yet to be decided. If you have reached this far, you are to be commended. If it entertained, do let me know. If it disgusted you, then you shouldn't have read it.)