Many of you asked to have another chapter of this story and I'm willing, so here it is. It begins much like part 4, but don't be confused, it's all new.
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I slept very well last night.
I rumble, feeling so relaxed.
The first thought on my mind is of Jane. She's such a good girl.
Right behind the first thought is the memory of cumming on Janey's plump lips. God it felt so good.
But, I'm curious.
What will she think of the cum dried to her face and hair?
I open my eyes with a smile. I think I'm going to rape her today. I might even wait a few days before I erase it from her mind. I groan with pleasure at the thought. So fucking wrong, but
I love it.
I push off the sheet and rub my wrists absent mindedly. I've got to see if Jane's still asleep, covered in my cum. I want to see it dried on her cheeks and chin. I want to see it dried in her hair.
I pull on a t-shirt and sweats, then I walk softly out into the hall.
My breath speeds as I approach her door. It's cracked open. I don't even remember if I closed it behind me last night. I was so fucking pleased, I probably didn't.
How will I take her? I mean, I want to be rough. I want to shock her. I want her to squeal and fight.
Oh, God, what have I turned into? My poor sweet girl...
But the regret doesn't last long. Janey is sitting at her computer desk, clean and impeccably dressed. White today. White and pure in her round-collared button up and soft-looking sweater. Her white skirt reaches her ankles.
I almost gasp. I lick my lips when I notice her bare feet. She's usually covered from toe to neck, but her feet are bare. Pale skin. Dainty little toes.
She's humming a hymn as she clicks around on her computer.
I could take her now.
I could toss her down on the floor, rip off all of her white covers and dive face-first into her bare, pink pussy. What would my daughter think of that?
I want more than that, though.
I want her to fend me off in more than one way.
What did she think of the dried crust all over
her face this morning?
She's a good girl, so she might not even know what cum looks like.
I grin. By the end of the morning, she'll know.
"Jane."
My daughter spins and her green eyes peer up at me. "Morning, Daddy!"
"Hi, baby. Did you already have breakfast?"
She smiles. "Yes daddy. It was delicious." She bites her plump bottom lip and I instantly remember how it felt to have my cockhead running along that lip.
"Oh, good, baby," I murmur, staring lecherously at my daughter's lips. My eyes drop to her white-covered tits.
Now?
No, I want to tease her first.
"Janey? How are things going at the convent?"
Her eyes darken and her recently-fucked lips frown. "Oh, I don't know, daddy. I know you hypnotized me to get rid of some bad thoughts but others keep popping up." Her eyes drop to the ground and her cheeks redden.
"What thoughts?" I utter thickly.
"Huh?" Her eyes snap to mine, her cheeks fully red.
I step closer. "What thoughts have you been having?
She swallows. "Oh, um, nevermind, daddy."
"No," I say gruffly. I step closer. "This is the second time you've brought it up, and this time, you're going to tell me, Jane."
Her green eyes look panicked. "No, I'm fine, really. Please don't ask me to—"
My hand grips her shoulder. I've never forced a woman before. Never even thought about it until a few days ago. But now the thought won't leave my head. It won't do any permanent damage because I can erase it, and I've already fucked her pussy full of cum a few times. What's the difference if I do it again?
Her mouth opens a bit and I hear her breath. "Dad?"
Her lips look so good and she's mine for the taking.
I lean in and kiss her.
She jerks and squeaks, but I slide my hand behind her head and hold her in place. She doesn't fight.
My chest heaves as I pull away from her. My dick is a rock. Was that the first time I kissed her?
Janey's chest is heaving, too. Her eyes are closed, but as I watch, she opens them slowly. "Dad?" she repeats weakly.
She liked it. Fuck. She liked it. Oh, God. Is she already wet?
Will she protest if I grope her tits?
I loom over her in her desk chair. Her eyes watch me, so vulnerable and confused.
My hands slide up her sides and I stare right into her shocked eyes as my hands run over her heaving tits. Oh, God, Jane's tits feel sublime.
"Daddy," she whispers, her lids lowered, her breasts rising and falling in her white sweater. "What are you doing?"
I don't answer. I'm too focused on running my hands back down her stomach and over her thighs. "Get in your bed."
"Huh?"
"I told you to get in your bed. Don't make me tell you again."
Her eyes snap open. She knows that tone. She gets up and moves to her bed. "Did I do something bad?"
"No. Never." I follow right behind her.
Now! It has to be.
I grab the collar at the back of her shirt along with a fistful of hair.
She squeaks, startled. "Oh, Daddy. I'm sorry. Whatever I did..."
My cock throbs in my pants. With my chest against her back, I lean down and whisper. "I'm going to rape you." I press my hard-on against her lower back.
Instantly, she starts trying to get away. I hold on tightly to her shirts. "No use," I say calmly.
"Daddy, let me go!" she shrieks.
"I will, once I cum in your little pussy, Jane."
"No!"
"Yes," I utter and wrestle her to the bed. She has no power to stop me. I love that. I climb up between her legs and push her skirt up with me. Her creamy legs slide into view. Then higher, her white panties have a spot of cream leaking through.
Panting hard, I push them aside. I run my finger along the soaking folds. "You're wet for your own father, Janey."
"No!" she shouts again, wriggling roughly. Her head flails around.
"Want me to lick you, baby?"
