Part one of my story rather abruptly ended with me emptying my balls into my eighteen year old daughter's hungry mouth. During the build up to ejaculation, my mind had been too preoccupied with the erotic sensations being sucked off was giving me to to focus on exactly who it was that was doing the sucking. However, as orgasm was just about to engulf me, I looked down at the dark haired bobbing head that was sucking me into that blesséd state and saw the little girl that once used to innocently play on the floor before me. From that moment, I could no longer see Claire as just a beautiful young woman with a taste for men's sperm (as she'd seduced me into viewing her). I now clearly have to saw her as the child I'd fathered and raised; my own flesh and blood in feminine form and thus, forbidden fruit. This was therefore wrong. Very wrong - and yet it felt so good and anyway, I was in such a state of exquisite lust by now there was no way I could consider stopping. My little girl had begged me for my spunk and I was fucking well going to give it to her.....and I did, all of it and it felt....... special in a very naughty way. If this was sin, then I wanted more of it. I wanted more of my daughter. I wanted all of her; her shapely thighs and nicely rounded arse, those breasts that had been teasing me since she first entered puberty and I wanted that cute little cunt I used to sponge clean in the bath when she was an infant.

Once I'd shot my load, the sucking stopped and all was still. Peace and a deep sense of satisfaction decended on us both. My cock was still sealed in my daughter's mouth, but it was quickly wilting and no doubt dribbling out the very last strands of semen I currently possessed. Only when I was totally flaccid did Claire raise her head, allowing my limp cock to slip out through her closed ruby lips. She knelt upright so her face was level with mine and the opened her mouth for me to see my pearly jiz glistening on her tongue and strands hanging from her perfect teeth. On closing her mouth again, she went to work with her tongue to bring as much of my cum towards her throat....and then she swallowed, paused for a moment and smiled the smile she'd always smiled when receiving gifts a Christmas.

"How did I taste" I asked her?

"You taste of daddy" she replied.

"Is that a nice taste?"

"Oh yes! You're yummy." She licked her lips and I smelt my semen on her breath. It aroused me enough to ask, "have you got a kiss for your old dad?"

Leaning forward, Claire attempted to plant a childish butterfly kiss on my lips but I was having none of that. I embraced her and forced my tongue into a mouth that gaped open in surprise. Our tongues wrestled briefly but by the time our lips parted, I was intimately familiar with what my sperm and my daughter's saliva taste like; a rather musky heaven!

"Dad! What's got into you?"

A strong desire to get more of me into you, my angel. You do fuck, I take it?"

For the first time, Claire seemed unsure of herself. "W...what do you mean?"

"I mean you do enjoy having men's cocks massaging the inside of your vagina for the purpose of mutual sexual gratification, don't you?"

"S....s... sometimes."

"Will you let me fuck you?"

"What? Now?"

"No honey, I'm spent right now, but soon. You've awoken something in me just as strong as your craving for the taste of sperm. I loved cumming in your mouth so much that I now have a deep yearning to cum in your cunt. You're a very beautiful girl, Claire, and by getting me to face fuck my only child tonight, you've opened the floodgates to other incestuous desires. I want to completely know you as a woman. Every inch of you."

"B...b..but what about mum?"

"I don't think she's interested in you that way, darling. That's a joke by the way. We already have one guilty secret we're keeping from your mother; one more won't hurt. I promise I'll be gentle and er.... generous when it comes to seeing you right financially when you go back to uni. Promise me you'll think about it?"

"Dad, I can assure you that I'm now hardly likely to think about anything else. Just don't rape me while I'm thinking about it. Okay?"

"The thought never entered my head, darling.'

And there we left it. I crawled into bed with Jenny, fondled her softly yielding breasts as she slept whilst fantasising about raping Claire.

I guess you already know that there'll be a part three to this story pretty soon.