Valerie Gray

Taboo Acts Vol. III: Loving Daddy

Introduction

Incest, one of the oldest taboo tales of mankind, from the Bible and even before the Bible. It's the topic of bestsellers and literary masterpieces. It is the darkest desire any man of female could dwell on.

And it's hot.

And it's great for erotica.

Here are five stories of such taboo acts, five tales we are sure you will enjoy and wanting to come back for more, when we publishTaboo Acts Volume V: Lusting for Daddy. For in this volume, it's about loving one's daddy; each young girl in these five stories expresses her love. When we return to this topic in the other volume, it'll be all about LUST.

How He Loved His Daughter

J. Wellington Thorpe

Nicholas O'Malley had been drinking. He had always kept the liquor to a minimum, but now, within the sanctity of his house, he immersed himself in the devil's drink without any limits. His life with his wife had been heading downhill for the last two years, but now, in addition to that fact was his belief that his daughter was always flirting with him. He had always been a good husband and a better father, but now, retired from work thanks to a very wise investment, his idle mind was proving to be the devil's workshop.

Without any particular initiative on his part, his mind turned to his daughter. At thirteen, Edwina was a beautiful blonde who had her mother's face and her father's nose.

It had all begun innocently enough, as most of these things tend to do. An accidental display of skin, an inopportune comment or, as was becoming more frequent in his household, daring remarks accompanied with a flash of flesh and a wink of the eye. At first, he had put them down as childishly adolescent displays of a growing woman who wanted to be appreciated, but then, daughter or no daughter, it occurred to him that she was already a beautiful young woman and mature beyond her thirteen tender years.

His wife, the career-minded executive, was little more than a traveling salesman, in his opinion. She was always off to this city or that, meeting with this firm or that: all the mundane technicalities of corporate life that he once knew and, thanks to the wise investment, no longer had to deal with.

He wanted her to quit. They had the money. But she wanted to make her own mark in the business world the way he had; she was non content with being the wife of a successful man. The last argument over the matter got rather ugly; she stormed out of the room, terminating the discussion with her trademark puff of impatience. Nicholas knew he was as much at fault for the rut in his married life; but he no longer felt compelled to kiss and make up. He knew the moment he lost his desire for compromise, that the romance in the marriage was lost forever. The marital bond, however, was secure; at their ages, starting over afresh would be ill-advised and illogical. A split would do both of them harm. And there was their daughter to consider. Nicholas loved her terribly, sometimes too much; Edwina was the only thing that still pushed him on, wanting to improve upon his successful business life. If it had not been for his little girl who was always there to give him a hug after a boring day at the office, he was sure he would have gone off bungee-jumping, just for the sheer thrill of it.

Now he felt that their relationship too had undergone subtle changes. Of late, his daughter had taken to jumping into his lap for the lightest of reasons. With her mother gone most of the time, even on weekends, the teen wore clothes that hugged her figure like skin, like the white t-shirt that she had that seemed to cling onto her for dear life. Compounded to it was his startling discovery that she rarely wore bras around the house, the observation evidenced by the two small nips that poked out of the material. Nicholas also noticed that she used to be digging up more and more of her old swimsuits. He smiled to himself as he thought of a suit that she had worn just the other day, when he had bought it for her two years ago, it had seemed conservative. Now, it looked indecent enough to get her kicked out of any beach except the nudist ones. She was always insisting that she would be wearing them just around the house, but there were times when he wished she would be more discrete than to run around in them. Her latest trend was to wear them on Sundays, when she would do the laundry or clean the house.

His cock twitched as he remembered how he had stared down her cleavage when, on a hot afternoon, he had stepped in after mowing the lawn; the little minx had on one of her smallest tops and was bent over the vacuum cleaner, apparently trying to turn it on. He had had a perfect view of the top of her creamy breasts, tanned to the color of light toast, and how a little pebble had peeked out of the material that was supposed to keep her breasts from view.

Some bikini! It could not even keep her nipples within its cups. Lord!

Edwina had noticed her father's eyes on the visible portion of her areola-and instead of freaking out at his reaction, she had just tugged the red triangle over the bud; but her eyes had mischief in them.

This wasn't the only incident, he knew, but it had been the most suggestive. She usually spent her mornings in a loose shirt and a tight pair of panties that was visible every time she moved. Father and daughter also had a ritual of a Good Morning kiss; it appeared to Nicholas that he and Edwina were nowadays kissing longer than would be deemed appropriate. Every active fiber of his imagination told him that she was coming onto him. He had turned to drinks in the hope that they would give him the will power to turn the erotic images away; instead, they weakened his defenses and he obsessed over his child more and more?

***

The door opened, breaking up his thoughts but not scurrying them away. Edwina entered her father's study, a bright smile on her pretty face. Her lack of a social life no longer bothered her-in fact, as she optimistically consoled herself, it left her more free time with her Dad. He was her best friend in the whole world, the pillar behind her as she underwent the trauma of being stood up over and over again. He had been there for her every time, comforting her and making her feel precious. She felt free around him, unfettered and uninhibited, unlike her peers who thought of their parents as little more than meddling cohabitants. Sometimes she gave him an erection or two, but even though she would never admit it, she liked the knowledge that she could still turn on a man. For all outward appearances, however, she pretended to be terribly naive, having no idea of the reaction she aroused in him.

She had never thought, not even for one erotic second, that he would violate her modesty. Never.

Nicholas had the presence of mind to regain the composure he had lost as the object of his forbidden fantasies entered his study. He forced a paternal smile as the long-legged beauty approached him, grinning from ear to ear as she rattled off the teacher's compliments that she had gotten in her class. He managed to get himself into a neutral position before his daughter sat on his lap and felt his hardness. He placed the empty glass on the table as she placed her body on his lap.

He loved the soft feel of her buttocks so much…

Edwina had seen the erection as she moved towards him, and had guessed the reason behind his sudden shifting of his position. She knew she was in some way responsible for that arousal; after all, the two of them had gone over matters of the flesh many times in the past. It could only have been thoughts about her that must have forced him to act the way he did; but she had no idea what his thoughts had been, and it never crossed her mind that he could be thinking about sex.

Sex with her.

Edwina had too much faith in her father to think of him sexually, as a man. She hadn't anticipated the animal within.

“Edwina, be a dear and get Daddy a bottle of wine from the shelf over there,” he said to her.

Edwina knew she should protest about him having had so much to drink already, but she also perceived that he must have been thinking of his wife, her mother, and their marriage. She couldn't blame him; her mother was a difficult person to live with, now that the thirst for corporate success was there.

She got up and walked over to the shelf. Selecting a bottle of pinot noir, she brought it back to him.

He watched her shapely ass wiggle towards the shelf and something snapped inside Nicholas and his emotional control broke down. His lust came to the front like a marauding band of Norsemen, fuelled by the sight of her in the short cut-offs and the tank top. His cock could no longer be disguised or subdued: emboldened by the alcohol, it just refused to go down. He reached for her breasts and realized he was going to have her. He would rape her if he had to, but hewouldhave her. He wanted the satisfaction of feeling her naked body against his. He wanted to feel the tight walls of her vagina closing in on his penis. Edwina, on the other hand, had the impression that her father was reaching for the bottle in her hand as she bent over the table. She yelped and tried to jump back as his hands closed around the rim of her tank-top, tugging it up with brute masculine force. With his other hand, Nicholas held her by her hair as he practically tore the white top off. Edwina started to struggle, but with power on one hand and surprise on the other, Nicholas clearly had the advantage. She had not bothered to wear anything underneath, and the same went for her shorts, as Nicholas discovered when he tugged at the waist button of the material that kept her crotch from coming into view. Edwina tried kick back, but Nicholas placed a leg behind hers, and pushed her down. Edwina landed with a thump; her butt was already bare, with the shorts having been pushed down to her thighs.

Nicholas placed a hand over her mouth, muffling any sound she might make, and pulled the shorts free of her legs. Nicholas attacked his daughter with the frenzy of a Kamikaze jet fighter. A hand cupped her vagina, roughly brushing against the short pubic hairs that guarded her entrance. The other palm kneaded her breasts alternately, pinching her nipples and teasing the areolas that she had always considered too small.

In spite of herself, Edwina felt the buds turn hard, watching with decreasing detachment as they turned darker in color.

The sign of arousal.

***

When a rape is in progress, the victim often tends to dissociate herself from the surroundings. Edwina watched the violation of her own body as one sees a movie, the actual trauma coming only at the end of the attack. In the case of Edwina, however, even as she attempted to remove herself from the scene mentally, Nicholas's experienced fingers pulled her back into the incident. A part of her told Edwina to defend herself by refusing to be turned on by his advances, but another part argued that she give in. She felt herself respond to her father's rough caresses as he replaced his hand with his mouth, taking in an entire breast hungrily. She allowed herself the pleasure that came with the depravity in the situation, of having her father enjoy her body without her consent.

Nicholas had his boxers peeled off before Edwina had even realized it, and he was on her before she could react. It took all her will power not to cry out when her father bit hard on her breast. Edwina felt her hands clench tighter as she felt her breasts being massaged by his lolling tongue. For a moment, she almost gave in to the moment and savored the touch of his hands all over the body, as he pried and prodded against her burning skin. The mind may object, but the body has tastes of its own.

Her hands went to the back of his head, pushing him deeper into her bosom. She clutched at his hair, pushing and pulling at the same time. She could feel his hard cock slapping against her hole, depositing on her folds the drops of what the pedestrians callprecum.

His finger was at the entrance. For a moment, the victim in her came to the fore again, wanting to push his hands away, but as soon as his index finger parted her lips. She knew she couldn't stop him?

***

Nicholas felt her body relax, as if she had finally started to enjoy the rape. In his inebriated condition, he couldn't distinguish whether her defenses had been finally worn down, or if she was just faking it. The adrenaline that was coursing through his body had lessened the effects of the alcohol, and somewhere within him, he felt a pang of guilt, of sorrow, as he realized that the woman lying below him, helpless and naked, was his own daughter. But the guilt passed immediately passed as his finger toyed with the wetness that her vagina oozed with.

He let his finger slip inside. This time, she genuinely moaned; shereallymoaned, his senses told him, misinterpreting it as a sign that she liked it. Thebodyof Edwina O'Malley enjoyed it, but theperson, or soul, of Edwina was turning away from it.

Half an hour ago, she had been happy, eager to share her day with her dad; a dad who was her only true friend, one she could bank on come hell or high water. Now she was underneath him, enjoying the entrance of his finger into her sex. She didn't know what hurt her more, her father's betrayal, or her own willingness to satiate his desires.

Nicholas could wait no more; he felt he had wasted enough and more time to try and make her feel good. It was obvious he could never get her to like it, and all his pent up frustrations were screaming for that final satisfaction, of shooting his seed into his girl. His cock was just at the entrance of her vagina again, glistening and engorged. Wordlessly, all thoughts of love driven out of his mind, Nicholas drew back, intending to slam her to the hilt with his organ.

The slap stunned him. At the last moment, Edwina had drawn upon the hidden resources of her endurance and managed to get enough blood into her hands for a powerful slap across his face. As her father stopped in mid-motion, surprised to the point of freezing, she slid out from under him and with the catlike movements that her body could afford so easily, moved away from him. Getting on her feet, she started to run towards the door, confident that she would reach it before her father realized what had even happened.

Her escape was never meant to be, however. With remarkable speed did Nicholas recover, lunging on his daughter as she tried to run past him. He caught her elbow, and roughly pulled her naked body to him. Edwina tried one last time to get away, but the vice-like grip told her that her father was more than a match for her weak, feminine strength. He had her jaw firmly held with his other hand, moving her face towards his. There was no softness now as he kissed her; he bit into her lips so hard she had to open up her mouth to his tongue. He ground his teeth against her gums, bleeding them thinly as his tongue continued its rape of her mouth.

Edwina felt thoroughly humiliated as he finally pushed her mouth away, the pain of his grip stinging her jaw. For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes; hers soft and searching, and his hard and unfeeling. Silently, she asked him, “Why?” and her answer painfully denied as he whipped her swiftly into the overstuffed sofa a few feet in front. She slammed against the back of the seat, the force jolting her back into the floor. Even before she had hit the ground, Nicholas was beside her, shoving her back into the seat of the sofa and Nicholas exulted as he finally saw the fulfillment of his fantasies within his arm's grasp. Here was his daughter, naked, ready to accept him into her hot young body. Few good men get to enjoy the forbidden fruits of their daughters. He smiled to himself as he lowered himself on her, towering over her quivering body. He had judged correctly; his cock was now barely inches away from her hole, and there was no way she was going to run again. Her hands hung at her sides, barely moving. Her eyes had a dead look in them, and if it had not been for a tiny whimper that escaped her lips, he would have feared that she was dead.

With a terrific push towards her depths, the father entered his thirteen year old daughter's virginal sex. He shot through her hymen as she bit back tears of pain. The warm blood trickled down her cunt until it leaked out, staining the sofa. Edwina felt her father's cock searching inside her, as if wanting to find a passage up all the way. He was almost ripping her apart, moving inside and out so fast she felt he was being stationary. A deep throbbing in her head warned that it wasn't just the lower body that was bearing the effects of the attack.

She felt a vague sense of a physical response; her body started to move in sync with her father's rhythm, pulling both of them towards the edge at the same time. Nicholas's eyes rolled up in his head as he shot his seed into her, filling her up with the same substance that had once knocked up her mother. On the other hand, Edwina, the unwilling participant in her father's fantasy, jerked as her body released liquids too hot for her to handle. Her orgasm wasn't as long as her father's though, and she silently bore his weight when he collapsed on her.

Nicholas placed his head on her shoulder, taking in the scent of her blonde hair. The effects of his frenzied intercourse had not yet worn off, and so, there was no guilt as he enjoyed the feel of his daughter's body under him, ignorant of the trauma that was raging inside her. He placed a kiss on her neck, feeling her shudder at his touch. For a couple of minutes, there was no other movement except the heaving of lungs hungry for air. Quietly, calmly, he stood up and walked over to where his shorts lay. He still had his shirt on, not having bothered to remove it because there had been no reason to. Without even a second glance at his daughter, he bent down and pulled the clothes up. He walked to the table, and sat down with a preoccupied air.

Edwina's eyes clouded over again. On top of everything, she felt unwanted; he had not even thought it necessary to offer an apology. He had not even deemed her worthy of a post-rape glance; he had merely used and discarded her. Sobbing, she ran from the room towards the security of hers. As soon as she was inside, she flung herself onto her bed and hugged her teddy, a childhood friend who had been her other constant companion. Abruptly, conscious of its light-hearted gaze, she flung it away; for she feared it might rape her too…

***

Her father was undergoing some serious damnation. Now that most of the alcohol had worn off, the enormity of what he had done hit him like a slug to the face. How could he face her again, he thought, after how he had brutally abused her trust. He knew that what he felt was barely an ounce of what she must be suffering.

With rubbery legs, he made his way towards his daughter's bedroom. Her door was open, and he almost turned away when he heard her sob. He had caused those sobs, an unforgiving conscience told him, and he would pay for them. Nicholas knew he would, but now was not the moment to break down.

Tentatively, he stepped into the room, half-expecting to be blown away by a shotgun. He was, however, totally unprepared for what faced him. Edwina lay spread-eagled on the bed, her red eyes testament of her sorrow. Upon seeing him, her face contorted with a mixture of anger and fear, and she quickly turned her face away. Silently, she flopped on to her back, spreading her legs again, as if mockingly inviting him to fuck her. Of all the things she could have done, this gesture alone wounded Nicholas more than anything else.

He just wanted to run away, away from her and her beautiful face, away from the wretched house, and throw himself upon the first vehicle that he came across. Not trusting himself to look at her again, he hurried out of the room. Edwina watched him leave, and she whispered, “Come back, take me again?”

Louder: “Come back here and rape some more!”

Nicholas thought he hadn't heard correctly. For a horrifying moment, Nicholas doubted if he had caused her to go mad.

Edwina seemed to read his mind perfectly. “No, Daddy, I am not stark raving mad! Am I really too precious for you to lose? Or has that now ended, now that I am a slut who fucks her daddy?”

Even though he had no idea what this was leading up to, Nicholas corrected her. “You still are. You will always be.”

“So don't lose me,” she said.

She smiled. Nicholas had convinced himself he would never see her smile again; it made him so happy to see his little girl smile. Her teeth radiated something wonderful that seemed to fill the void that he had been feeling.

“Keep me with you always. As your daughter. As your lover.”

“But I raped you…”

“You thought you raped me. What if I wasplay-acting? What if I wanted you as badly as you wanted me? Even more?”

He stammered, “You did?”

“No. But if it makes you feel any better, I am going to make sure you spend the rest of your life atoning for them. By my side. As my lover. Agreed?”

Nicholas could only nod.

She said, calmly and seriously, “I know rape isn't the same as making love, but I also know that you love me so much that you are willing to kill yourself.”

“Yes.”

“Live,” she said, “and rape me all you want, and I will like it, and we will call it how you show me your love.”

He concurred.

Valerie Gray

Taboo Acts Vol. III: Loving Daddy

The Blood We Shared

Sandra Boise

I am eleven-years-old and in middle school. My father is more my friend than my father and he is my running partner on weekend mornings. My mother had me when she was seventeen and my father nineteen and when she turned twenty, she left us both for another life.

My father recently turned thirty and he is in excellent shape. He doesn't look thirty; he looks twenty-five. All my girl friends have crushes on him.

Every Saturday and Sunday morning, we run a 5 mile trail that is in a park near our home. We have done this every weekend since I can remember. As you can imagine, I'm on the track team at school. I have long legs. My father is a good running partner. After our run, we would sit on a blanket under a shady lemon tree; drink cold bottled water, and just chat.

This beautiful Saturday morning in question was no exception. After our run, we walked over to our car, pulled a blanket and our water out of the trunk, and then walked to our favorite quiet shady spot.