Linda

I don't know why; I just lost it. Given the choice between fucking a live girl and a dead one, which would you choose? All I knew was that my loving, murderous daughter had aroused me, my balls were full to overflowing and that my now super-sensitive cock was fully engorged, demanding it be allowed to discharge its procreative and most pleasurable function (and semen) immeadiately; preferably inside the warm, moist, willing or not vagina of a female. Linda sensed that this might not now be going quite as she intended. For the first time in this whole sordid affair, I saw doubt and fear on the face of my little girl. Suddenly, all confidence and bravado seem to drain out of her and into me. In that instance, the balance of power shifted in my favour. Also in that moment, I saw just how alike she was to her mother when I first met her and recalled the triumphant euphoria I experienced on overcoming her physical resistance to my **** her in the course of one of our arguments. Linda was the result of that insemination and now, with such sentiments as right and wrong, good and evil etc rendered meaningless because of all that had already happened, thoughts of **** my daughter thrilled me more than all the other thoughts sloshing around in my brain at that moment.

Linda read my changing facial expressions accurately and started vigorously shaking her head. "No dad, no! You have to fuck Laura, not me! Your sperm in her cunt'll convince the cops they should be looking for a man for these murders instead of your little girl. Fuck me and you won't have any semen left in you for her and we have to get rid of her tonight."

I could well follow the logic in her most urgent pleading but right then and there, my cock was doing all my decision making for me. I started to advance on my daughter with but one incestuous intent in mind. She backed away, a look of abject horror on her normally serene face that I didn’t find at all flattering. In fact, it angered me that she should be so hypocritical as to be repulsed by the prospect of being fucked by her loving father and yet feel such sexual elation when garotting a complete stranger. But all her physical, mental and emotional resistance were no deterrent to me. After all, she was in no position to tell anyone, ever. Not without her own misdeeds becoming known. For better or for worse, we were in this nightmare together and so eventually she'd have **** but to accept her dad occasionally using her as his sperm bucket as collateral damage. It seemed a small price to pay for my cooperation in her murderous deeds, considering the risks I'd be taking.

That said, I have to admit I was expecting more in the way of physical resistance than I actually got. I guess Linda saw how much she needed my help in disposing of Laura and possibly also helping out with future victims. As it was, she backed away from me until she'd got herself well and truly cornered. With no where to run and knowing how very much stronger of body I was than her, she resorted to sobbing and pleading like a little girl in an attempt to appeal to her father's finer feelings. Unfortunately for her, a man in heat has no finer feelings. I recall her whining, "o daddy, no; please don't do this" as I grabbed her by the arm and started dragging her towards the bed. She put on her best distressed little girl face in an effort to disuade me from my carnal intent, but that was a big mistake. It only served to release the devil in me that had me positively relishing the prospect of ravishing my own child. I could even pretend she was much younger than she actually was if I wanted to feel the thrill of being particularly naughty. Why was I dragging her towards the bed when the floor would have served just as well in holding her in place while I shagged her, I'm not absolutely sure. I'm just a silly old romantic at heart, I guess.

I'll give Linda her due. She fought hard for a slip of a girl and we wrestled for quite a while before I was able to subdue her. In the course of this, I was having to grab her in more ways than I ever thought it possible for a sex-crazed dad to grab in the course of a thoroughly enjoyable molestation of his daughter. Linda panted and gasped as she resisted me so very sexilly and her moan of despair when I finally managed to rip her jeggings from her smooth and shapely legs was like an additional aphrodisiac to me. Not that one was needed. One more grab, one more ripping away of pale pink panties and my prize lay open before me. I just fell on her and to the sound of her plaintive "nooooooooooooo", **** myself inside her. Tension made her cunt delightfully tight but she was moist enough for me to slide up and down inside her and thus was she well and truly humped by her ecstatic father. I recall her begging me to stop as she hadn't been taking her contraceptive pills of late, but this only brought a burst of applause from my inner devil who immediately convinced me that impregnating my own flesh and blood was somehow a stupifyingly splendid idea and had me shagging her even more forcefully. For a while, Linda was ineffectually punching me on my shoulders and back but this eventually subsided to be replaced by her holding on to me instead. I became conscious that her vagina had become so wet, we were making squelching sounds with my every forceful thrust. The tightness of her cunt relented and her breathlessness took on a much more appreciative quality. She'd clearly given up on the fight and was now both accepting and responding to me as her lover. Smart move, I thought! Okay, so she never actually said, "fuck me daddy" or "Oh daddy, this is wonderful; you're fantastic" or even "WOW YES! FUCK ME GOOD DAD! HARDER! DEEPER! FASTER! SHOOT YOUR LOAD INSIDE ME, I WANT TO FEEL YOU CUM!" But in my heart and cock, that's what I heard and so I willingly obliged. We orgasmed together, as befits a close family unit. I continued to thrust into Linda until her last little shudder of orgasm was over, then we rested side by side on her terribly rumpled bed. Neither of us thought it worth giving what had just happened between us a mention. There was no need. It was over; for now.