When I awoke, the sun was filtering through the blinds, creating lines along my ceiling, I lay there, thinking. I felt an ache in my hips, I lifted my head and parted my thighs a little to see my body. The blood was slightly dry on parts of my thighs, I reached down and brushed some off. My neck was aching so I gave up, and rested awhile. What my father had done to me, or rather, what I had gotten my father to do to me. It was considered incest, but what he did to me in the end, I'm not sure what that was called. He gripped my throat. I brushed along my neck line where his hand was, I could remember the noise between our bodies as he growled at me, he wanted me to call out to him. Eventually I gave in, and began to whine. At one point, I remember the shuddering convulsion, my whole body was going through a new experience, so much better than the one with my hand, and so much better than my first orgasm. It sent chills down my spine just thinking of it, I wanted more.



The telephone rang in the kitchen, I almost felt violated by the sharp tone, I got up and rushed over to the kitchen from my room naked. When I answered, I immediately wondered if they could hear the tone in my voice change, or was I the only one that noticed this change? I no longer have the innocence of a child, I'm sure in the old, old, days they would call me a woman by now. I am a woman, "Miss Parker, Scarlett Parker?" I squished my face together hearing the voice on the other end, "Yes," I answered doing my best to keep my voice innocent, the secretary at my school had a knack for hearing a lying voice, she continued. "You are late for your first class, is there a problem, are you alright." I could hear the tone in her voice, she didn't mean those to be questions, she was only informing me that I had better be sick, or else. I nodded, "yeah?" I held my fingers over my bottom lip, a give in to know that I had been lying if she could see me. "I tried calling last night, but our lines were down," I began rummaging for more reasons as I continued talking, my silvery voice not faultering once "turns out that I have a funeral to attend to, not family related, but my father does not want to leave me home alone, ever." I was sure to emphasize the 'Ever' so she would know that I had been serious.



I took a breath as calmly as I could, a few strands of my blond hair fell into my eyes as my father grabbed the phone, his voice strong, and informative "Yes Ms.Mikle, a friend of mine passed a few days ago, and he was a good friend. I know of no one that can take care of my daughter, nor do I trust anyone to take care of here. I'd rather have her with me during this trip, rather than stuck here alone." The room fell quiet, I stood there wavering in balance as I listened, he strengthened his tone, "Ms.Mikle. I will not leave. Listen to me lady, there are hundreds of girls who go missing because of that sort of bull shit, I will not leave my daughter with a fucking shelter just so she can attend school. I will have her homework mailed." The room fell quiet but I heard the secretary's nasal voice, she was saying 'ok, ok" quite alot. As he continued talking with her, he roamed the room, he too was in his buff. I took that time to admire his body, he wasn't built like a wrestler, but he had muscle tone, like an architect. He was after all, a carpenter. I looked at his rear, I had no idea what the big deal about the butt. I frowned looking at his cheeks shift as he paced slowly towards the distant wall, they were nearly round, slightly oval shaped, and not completely round and thick. But I could defiantly see the muscle tone when he rested his weight on one side as he spoke into the phone. "She's getting ready now, but she will be leaving with me tomorrow weather you approve of it or not Ms.Mikle." Before he pressed the button to hang up, I heard Ms.Mikle saying that she did not approve, she was about to say some more but the line was cut off.



My dad looked at me, a sly smile appeared across his face, one that I had not seen on him in my entire life, my knees almost buckled. I walked backwards leaning against the wall like the girl did in a movie I had seen, she arched her back, so I did the same, and saw my 22A cup bust line poke out under my chin, my father pointed the tip of the telephone at me in a slight glare "Get ready for school." I slammed my backside into the wall and slouched. He gave me a warning look, "now." Suddenly he was my father again. What happened in between, did I do something wrong? I went to shower, and got ready. As I got my clothes, I decided to go with my little black skirt with little lace frills at the bottom, and my black satin spaghetti strap halter top. I wore my cotton white panties, the ones that tied on the sides like a bikini. I kept the straps of my underwear outside the top of my skirt. When I left my room, I went to the bathroom to make sure my hair was alright. It was still a little wet from the shower, but I kept it down, so it was a dim blonde, and it was a little wavy but that would settle as it dried.



When I left the bathroom my dad looked at me from toe to head, and then nodded towards the front door. "Your already late Scar, now move." He wasn't his usual strong self any more, he was more calm and informative rather than biting my head off about every move I made. It was a thirty minute drive to the school, and some where in between his hand made it under my skirt. He wasn't finger banging me like in those porno's I watch with Mindy. He was rubbing, careful, and slow so his shoulder wouldn't move. His whole hand cupped over my vagina. He was breathing heavy, and I followed. "Don't close your eyes like that, people can tell." I opened them right away, and he moved his hand between my thighs more rough and urgent. I could hear the friction of his hand rubbing against my cotton panties. We came along a dirt road that was ten minutes from my school, he pulled in and stopped suddenly. His hand had to leave my private to change the gears and set the car into park. He reached around my neck to pull me to him, the strap of the seat belt pulled tightly against chest as I was forced towards him, he pulled me closer and covered his hot mouth over mine. I gasped. He reached down and worked his hand over my clit again, but this time I moved my hips. We were kissing, more passionate than last night, one arm wrapped around my neck while the other worked fierce to bring me to an orgasm.



He was making me force my hips out, I felt my whole body warming, and an intense shudder was going to take hold of me again. But he stopped, I fell limp against the buckle, I squeezed my hand between my thighs and touched myself. He nearly hit me in the face with his arm when he pulled my hand away, "Don't you fucking dare." He used his daddy tone, so I knew he meant it, I sat forward, my heart racing strong and hard in my ears. He got the car ready and pulled out. When we arrived at the school, I could feel my knees shaking when I got out. I saw my long slender hands tremble when I shut the door, the oval of my finger nails could barely be visable with the fierce shaking. My dad lowered the window, and I leaned down to see him. His dark eyes peered into my cerulean blues. "Take it easy baby, breathe it out." I figured I wore horny like a red flashing light, why he said that. They didn't call it horny in sex-ed, they called it 'Excited' but that made me think of Disney land or something fun. So I decided to use the term, horny. I was horny all day, my mind wondered back to the night before, but I dare not touch myself or make an attempt to turn a short bathroom break into a fiesta of orgasms.



The teachers figured that I was being a typical fourteen year old, with my mind wondering, and the ones who knew about the "death" in the circle of friends assumed it was a huge impact. By the time the school day ended, I was swimming in thoughts of my father. I hadn't got a good look at his front, I wondered what his piece looked like after it was done. I felt it grow in my hands, I felt the throbbing heat as he entered me, but I did not look at it. Now that I think of it, I was focusing on keeping my eyes shut every time we parted long enough for me to get a look. A nasal tone brought me away from my thoughts, I looked back to see Ms.Mikle in her pale sweater and cotton turtle neck. She was a haggard old woman with silver hair. She stared down at me with that witch of a nose, and it was easy for her, being five nine, and myself short at five four and a half. I was skinny too, from my mothers diet pills, which she died from. Ms.Mikle scrunched her nose as if smelling old socks,



"Don't you think your getting away with this, just because you got your father on your side doesn't mean your getting away with-"



"I'm certain there are far worse things a secretary could do, after all, they are the backbone of all schools, are they not?" Mr.Kwon, a Korean teacher, handsome and tanned standing at five eleven. He was the cute teacher of the school, "Mr.Kwon, you don't believe that Mr.Parker will go as far as taking his daughter with him, just to see a funeral she has no mind for?" Ms.Mikle asked without the tone of a question mark, Mr.Kwon smirked, "Come now Miss Parker, I have some homework you can take with you, and TRUST you will do it while your away." I thought of the two words, 'do it' put together as we walked away from Ms.Mikle, we didn't have a hot teacher for the women, I heard boys saying things like, 'at least the hottest' or 'might as well be the hot one' but I'm sure they didn't rush off home jerking off thinking about the teachers. I heard some girls masturbated thinking of Mr.Kwon, some went as far as saying they want him to be their first. I certainly didn't, well, obviously. But he was alright looking. After I gathered my homework from Mr.Kwon, he looked at me differently, almost like seeing a light being turned off. Shock, was it? He stared at me for a good long time, before frowning, "Have a good funeral Miss Parker," his frown eased into a sly smirk, like my fathers and then he winked.



On my way out the front office doors, I thought about it for awhile, the way his slightly squared off jaw, and high cheek bones moved when he winked. Mr.Kwon was always smiling and being extra kind. But what was his shock? What did he see that so many other didn't? I started getting nervous as soon as I saw my father parked in the front entrance drive threw area, I couldn't really hear anyone around me any more. I smiled bright as I could when I saw him, and tried picking up pace. I wanted to get to him now, and tell him that I was good enough not to touch myself at all. The path to the drive threw area, was supposed to be for fire trucks but the school allowed cars to park their for a few minutes during the beginning and end of school. The path to where my dad was parked took a bit longer than it felt to get there, I felt my legs burning from the speed I was pushing at, and also doing my best to stay normal. As I drew near, I let my mind wonder in to all the fantasies: Me sitting on his lap inside the car, the two of us nude and me facing away from him, and my personal favorite, him on top of me like last night. All flashes of my fantasies were also involved him going harder than he was to me last night, I pictured myself bouncing so hard that my head bobbed with each of his thrusts, that's what I wanted. His thrust power to over take me, and pound me into oblivion. What a silly thought, I had wondered if all women thought like this once they lost their virginity, it certainly felt like a new thing to me.



I finally got to the car, and my dad screeched out of parking almost as soon as I closed the passenger door, my head dug into the back seat while I struggled to find my seat belt. He didn't look at me yet, but I was staring at him, trying to decipher that expression on his face, his face: slender, almost model like, and fine edged. He shaved quite often, so his face was almost too young for forty five years old. That slight tint of red in his dark locks, that fell almost perfectly around his brow line, and shoulders. I watched his hands gripping the steering wheel as we sped across the parking lot, heads were turning, but not fast enough for me to see their expression. I turned my face forward while trying to blindly insert the buckle latch, I heard my dad mumble something about 'watch what I'm doing,' but I wasn't really paying attention to what he was talking about. I lowered my chin and saw that my adjustment of the two clasps were way off, I looked down and focused on the two rectangle belt pieces.



By the time I got myself safely buckled in, I looked up to find us far from the school, we were already hitting the main highway, and then suddenly my dad took a wide U-Turn. I was pressing against the passenger door, and the pressure caused me to grunt softly. I looked at my father in alarm, his expression had not changed at all as he spoke, "we're going to the cabin for a week." The cabin, that was a big deal, we had not been there for a few years, since my mother died. The cabin was a half hour drive, and that ache between my legs started happening. I could hear myself breathing heavy as we went on, my dad cracked the window, and even the cool breeze of the wind flowing through the air didn't send a single chill down my spine. I squeezed my legs together, and I saw from the corner of my eye, my fathers gaze adjust from the road to my knees. I didn't look at him fully, actually, I was too shy to look at him, so I looked around the floor, and noticed we need to vaccume the car floor again. The road was being eaten by the bumper of the car, I turned my head, and saw that my dad was looking at the road and concentrating more on driving. So, I took that time to continue to look at him.



I got shy at first, I looked up as soon as I got a glimpse of his crotch, and for a moment I kept looking at the grey roof of the car. Slowly, I edged my glance downwards, and thought of how silly I was being. So, I just looked at his crotch, and the bulge. I felt a lump growing in my throat, I saw the lining push through his jeans down his thigh. I licked my lips thinking of what it would look like, but I could almost make out the visual, the fabric of the jeans nearly hugged his piece like a second skin. I wondered if it hurt him like the ache I was having between my thighs. I stared now, shameless as we drove on, and then randomly we swerved once more. We were going into a path that lead to the nearest lake. I heard the rocks smacking under the car, and before I knew where we were headed we stopped suddenly. My chest burned from the seat strap pulling at me, and when I got my hair out of my face to look at my dad, he was staring out the front window, "Get out." My world began to crumble, I figured he didn't like me looking at his private. I fumbled for the seat buckle, and then the door handle. He got out faster, and was almost at my side of the car by the time I opened the door. When I stepped out, I hardly had time to apologize for staring at his crotch. He grabbed my shoulders tightly and spun me around. He was pushing me to walk, I gasped and tried to speak but nothing was coming out.



When we got to the hood of the car, he threw me forward, and my hips rammed against the warm metal. I tried standing upright, but my dad pushed me from the middle of my spine so that my chests was right on the warm hood. He tore off my panties, and in a half a second, he was pushing his thick hard on against my private. His voice more calm, and almost weak as he spoke to me, "I thought about you all day baby, and the way you spoke to me last night." I hadn't said much, and then I thought about what I had said, he must have been talking about the swearing, I hardly swear around my father, he continued almost whining to me, "say it again baby, beg me, I want to hear you beg for my cock." He continued sliding himself against my butt, I felt his throbbing hard cock pushing my cheeks apart, I wanted to say it though, but I couldn't really say it, I felt embarrassed just thinking the word cock, but he reached his hand around my neck from behind, "God baby, tell daddy how much you want him." He squeezed a warning grip, "You better not have found pleasure in yourself sugar, or else I'm just going to have to do something that might hurt you." I wept, not from fear, but from being able to tell my daddy, I was such a good girl today, his grip slowly got tighter as he gyrated his hips on my butt.



"I didn't do anything at all today dad, I swear."



"Daddy, call me daddy." He grunted a little.



"Daddy, I didn't touch myself." I choked out.



"Promise, let's get your pinky promise out."



Pinky promise was something we always did that proved we were telling the truth, a pinky promise meant that if broken, all lies would haunt us forever. I reached my right hand over, my slender little finger wrapping around his long finger. His voice almost lightened with laughter, he probably thought I was being naive, I knew that he broke promises with pinky promises, and so did I. But he never knew about it, otherwise he would have me do the blood oath. But after our promise, he started pushing harder, "Tell daddy to fuck you hard baby, beg me." He groaned my name, "beg me baby girl, tell me you need my cock deep inside your pussy." It was true, I pushed back against him, my butt meeting with his cock, he continued "You like daddy rubbing against your tight little ass? Take off your shirt now." I did as he demanded, and let it slide off the hood of the car.



Since I wore my black halter top, I didn't wear a bra, my breasts were pressing against the warm hood. He reached over while he rubbed his cock on my ass, his jeans were warming my back. We were outside in the middle of a trail, where campers usually go in the summer, but during school, most campers didn't come by here. Especially on a cool day like today, and with the warmth of his motion against me, and the hood of the car under my chest. I was good enough to talk, but when I went to open my mouth, I felt the flesh of his cock at the entrance of my pussy, I gasped, my toes curled in my sneakers as he pinned me against the car, "I won't say it again baby, just tell me now." He gripped hard around my neck with both hands, and then slowly released as he slid his hands down to my chest, "oh," he sighed against the back of my head, "your little tits." Daddy liked my tits, they were in his hands, and he massaged them and tugged at my nipples. Every now and then, his knuckles rapped against the hood of the car. I let out a heavy sigh, my lips finally able to move willingly, "Fuck me daddy, drive that thick hard cock into my puss-eeeeeeeeee." I finally said, surprised how easy it was to swear with my dad, I continued moaning, "fuck me daddy, please, please slide that hard cock into me, daddy you have me, I'm all yours. I'm your baby girl forever." Before I could finish, I felt his thick hot meat melt into my pussy, I let out an involuntary squeak feeling him fill up my whole pussy. One, two, three, four, long hard bangs, my hips thumped against the car, and my hands slapped against the top hood. My breaths were sharp, panting 'fuck me, fuck me daddy, fuck me' over and over without stopping.



He was pumping so hard that my voice hiccuped with each thrust, I felt a warm trickle running down my thighs, I couldn't handle his huge cock ramming deep inside me like that, I was on the verge of cumming, "Dadd-eeeeeeee," I whined, he pulled my hair back, my face was towards the sky, and my silvery pants turned into throaty moans and grunts. His hips thumping against me, hard, and long strokes. He started gyrating his hips like he did that night, but stopped almost as soon as he started and then slowly pulled out. "You like daddies cock in your tight little cunt?" He asked, just before I could answer, he rammed into me hard, so hard my weight fell onto the hood of the car, he let go of my hair as I screeched, the pleasure of his dick riding inside me like that was overwhelming, "daddy's little whore likes it rough huh?" He scratched his short nails down my arms, and then along the sides of my thighs. He pulled out slowly once more, and once again drove his thick hard cock deep inside my cunt. My voice wavered as I answered him, "yeh-eh-hess, oh my God!" As I moaned, my father moaned too, long and hard. "Don't" He sounded like he grit his teeth, "don't cum yet baby girl. Daddy wants his baby longer." We were fucking in the middle of the forest, wasn't he afraid of being caught? I was, he pushed harder, and now moving faster inside me, he turned in different angles that made me shiver. He was going harder now, thumping against me like a mad man, the clapping of our bodies sounded through out the forest followed by our long moans, and my whimpers. I couldn't close my mouth long enough to get words out, it was all turning into moans, holding back that tickle was hard, and the ache building now was getting stronger.



We were going strong for several minutes, until all my weight gave out, and my knees buckled, he was out of breath as he spoke pulling me up, "no-no sugar, get up, I'm not done with you yet. I haven't fucked a good woman in years, not as tight as you are now." My arms were limp in his gripping hands, he pulled me back to my feet and pushed me against the hood of the car, "it won't be long baby." He promised, and drove his cock back into my tightening cunt. I squeaked again, and this time started to push against him. My ass rubbing against his gyrating hips. "Oh baby, you make me so proud, your learning how to fuck me." He said in a soft moan, I loved his soft voice, hearing it made me weak all over again. But I did something with my pussy that seemed to get tight, I tried again, and I heard my daddy chuckle, "Argnh!" He was going to say something but when I tried it again, he couldn't get the words out, I did it a couple more times before I could hear the tone in my daddies voice go from soft and weak to a newer pitch I had never heard him in before. His thrust had softened, and he slowed to a nice pace I could handle. He reached his hands around me, and one arm gripped at my waist and the other up higher with his hand fondling one of my tits. He stayed like that for a few more minutes, until he said something about my throat, I thought he was going to choke me again, but he leaned back and spanked me a few times. Each spanking getting harder, I felt my skirt being pushed up higher, and then a few more strikes on my ass. My voice came out in sputters and I fell onto the hood of the car again.



Even though my knees buckled, he continued pinning my hips against the hood, pushing his hard cock into me, I was in a slight trance now, seeing all sorts of different colors, and a bright light flowed into my vision. I felt something over my mouth, his cock pushing harder inside me, and in all directions whenever he gyrated. My hands were going numb because I was slapping the hood of the car uncontrollably now. He moved fast now, like one of those techno songs, or like an average round of applause. I felt my body shuddering, and a sleek, fast, strong power caused me to jump onto the hood of the car, and my father not far behind me. He lifted me onto all fours, and rested my hands on top of the roof. I was too weak now, I melted ontop, my tits pressing against the window as his lower half chopped away at me. The build up came faster, and I could not control it. I squirmed away from him, and I felt like I was peeing, I even heard the sound of pee splashing against the hood of the car. I screamed out a few hard moans and a few more when my daddy clasped his big hand over my mouth, and my upper body collapsed onto the roof of the car, while I wiggled my ass around for my daddies big cock again. But he spanked me harder, and then he stuck his cock inside me. Long hard thrusts again, this time more painful, I was fisting the roof of the car with each push. "Here baby, oh tell me to cum now baby, I want to cum inside my baby girl." I tried telling him no, but his strength was still powerful, and he gripped his hands onto my hips forcing my ass back onto him. "Daddies going to cum, Oh yeah, daddy wants to cum, tell me." He begged more than I had at this point, I tried to pull away, "no." He already came inside me last night, I knew that I could get pregnant, he smacked my ass hard, so hard that I shouted out, "Yeah! OH GOD FUCK MEEEEEEE!" I pushed my ass against his cock, and soon we were meeting each other in unison, "Cum in me dad-eeeeeee!" It almost sounded like he was about to shout, but cut off into a pinched whisper. I felt his load filling me and sliding down my leg.



After awhile, we laid there on the roof of the car, he held onto me like the hero in those romance novels, I loved him, I loved my daddy and the way he fucked me. had wrapped my leg around his waist, his cock still a little hard, I sat up, and then slowly slid my leg away, "Remember what I said about deep throat?" He asked when I looked at his cock, it was longer than I imagined, and thicker too. The color of the meat was different, darker than his skin tone, I stared at the hair surrounding his cock, "I can teach you how to swallow daddy whole." I frowned, I remembered he said something about my throat earlier, and I thought he was going to choke me. But he said deep throat, and now that I think back on it, he did say 'I bet you deep throat.' I looked at him quizzically, he chuckled looking at me looking at his thick cock, "I will teach every single hole that I can slam my dick into if you want." A smile emerged my face immediately, and he smiled in return.