Shirley James - Daddy_s darling

He had gotten the idea from Sue Carson, his sex-happy secretary. She had been talking to him and had finally made him realize that his daughters were ready to make their first venture into the world of sex. And also that they should take that first erotic voyage with the one male whom they could trust above all others: their father. Hamilton Burns had been a little skeptical of this at first, but now he had to admit that Sue had been right all along.

And a few minutes later the doorbell was ringing and Laura Douglas was standing there, the girl that had just left the orgy over at Patty Watson's house. She had gasped out a frightened tale about how Hamilton's daughters Daphne and Tricia had both gotten hurt, and in surprise their father had run back with her to the scene of the orgy… to discover that his two little girls were not hurt at all, but rather in the midst of some extremely heavy fucking and sucking.

So now Hamilton knew that his daughters were indeed ready for sex. In fact, they'd been having sex on the sly all along and he hadn't found out about it. Just the thought of that long line of grinning boys stuffing their cocks into his two girls made Hamilton seethe with anger. He wanted to protect Daphne and Tricia from boys like that.

And he also wanted to save their pussies for himself. He realized now that it was his two daughters that he wanted to fuck. Grown women like his secretary Sue Carson could be a lot of fun in bed if they knew what they were doing, but a little careful soul-searching told Burns that what he really hungered for was some nice juicy teenage twat. He wanted it and he was determined to get it. And his two daughters were the ones who were going to give it to him.

Hamilton Burns realized now that this was what he had been searching for ever since his wife had died, and even before that: sex with his two luscious daughters. There had been a hole in his life, an unfulfilled emptiness, and up until this very moment he had not known what it was that he would need to fill it. But now he knew. And from now on things were going to be very, very different!

Hamilton Burns was an intelligent man, smart enough to be aware of the fact that what he was planning to do with his daughters was something that very few men did, even in this age of total sexual expression. He knew that he had to go about this in just the proper manner, for fear of doing something wrong. He realized that if word got out about his little love-trysts with his own offspring then he would be a ruined man for certain. Because although society pretends to condone, even encourage, all sorts of things ninety-nine times out of a hundred society simply refuses to understand…

Hamilton Burns found himself smiling pleasantly at the mere thought of sticking his dick into those two voluptuous beauties, and he could feel a flexing movement in the crotch of his trousers that indicated his cock was just as anxious to fuck those girls as he was. Well, it would be very soon now, he promised his quivering phallus. Very soon now indeed!

He stole a glance into the next room, where he'd left his two terrified daughters to ponder the error of their sins and transgressions. He was fully aware that the longer he left them awaiting punishment the more they would suffer mentally, but he also knew that he had to get going sooner or later or else there wouldn't be any fun!

Now came the hard part: he had to select one of his two daughters for the honor of being the first to go to bed with him. But which one of the two, he asked himself? They were both tempting, they were both full-breasted and juicy-cunted. Hamilton Burns was now faced with the difficult but nonetheless pleasurable task of deciding which of his two daughters to fuck first: Daphne or Tricia?

The choice was a hard one, because even though they were both so appealing they were too extremely different individuals. Daphne was still the wide-eyed innocent little girl with the virginal look, and up until the moment that Burns had caught her in the act he had always assumed that she was indeed a bona fide virgin.

Tricia, on the other hand, while undeniably girlish, was showing signs of turning into a woman. There was a more mature, more sophisticated air about her, as though she had the mind of a full-grown woman in the body of a seventeen-year-old girl. No, damn it, he said to himself suddenly. He wanted to screw his two daughters because they were girls! Girls as opposed to women. Shit, he could pick up a woman on any street corner in town. Tricia would probably be a very nice fuck, Hamilton thought, and he knew that sooner or later he was going to find out for certain. But for now he wanted to fuck a girl that was all girl, untainted by even the first trace of maturity or womanhood. For now he wanted to fuck his younger daughter – Daphne!

The time of reckoning had come. Hamilton Burns straightened his tie and strode into the room where his two daughters stood, awaiting their punishment. They both looked up at him as he came in, and there was fear in the eyes of both girls. He glared stonily at Tricia for a second and then he spoke to them both.

"Tricia," he remarked, allowing the words to drop heavily from his tongue as though he were pronouncing sentence, "because you are older than your sister, and closer to the age where you're old enough to do as you please, what you have done is not quite so unforgivable as what your sister has done." He saw a ray of hope begin to flicker into life in the red haired girl's eyes and made haste to extinguish it. "However… Unlike Daphne, you're old enough to know better. I can make excuses for Daphne, but not for you." He saw the dazed look on the faces of both girls and knew that everything was going according to plan: first he'd frightened them with threats of punishment, now he'd confused them by not letting them figure out which one of them was more at fault. At this rate it would not be very long before their resistance broke down completely and they would do anything and everything that he instructed them to do… up to and including incest.

He turned back to Daphne, who by this time was sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm going to deal with you first, Daphne," he informed her coldly. "Unlike your older sister, you may not be so far gone that I won't be able to save you." He pointed at Tricia, "Go into the bathroom and wait for me until I've finished punishing your sister."

Tricia looked up, startled by the unorthodox nature of the command. "Into the bathroom? Why can't I just wait in my own room…?"

"Do as I say, damn, it!" her father bellowed, pushing the older girl savagely into the bathroom and then latching the door from the outside, keeping her a prisoner. In the narrow, degrading confines of the bathroom he knew she would lose the last vestiges of her resistance. Hamilton turned back to the blonde girl, who by this time looked as though she were going to faint. "Come with me to the den, Daphne," he commanded.

She obeyed her father, even though it was clear that she would very much prefer to do otherwise. As soon as they were out of earshot of Tricia he closed the door and then seated himself in the most comfortable chair in the house. "Now then, Daphne," he said, very coolly and calmly, "you realize of course that you have done a very, very terrible thing, and that I would be within my rights to never forgive you for it?"

She nodded sullenly, too downhearted to speak. "And I suppose you are also aware," he went on, "that by rights I should disown you, kick you out in the street to fend for yourself. How would you stay alive? Maybe those boys at the part told you they loved you, but I'll bet that they wouldn't love you enough to take you in and give you a home like I have. And I'm just so totally shocked by what you've done tonight that I really think I ought to just throw you out, you ungrateful little child."