Of course

You pull into the driveway. Still sore from the heart attack and near-**** syndrome, your body has healed remarkably over the course of two days. Probably because, as a 3-hourer, you will never get sick and will heal faster than most.

Once you walk into the living room, you look at your watch. 0:47. You sigh. You will have to have alot of sex just to survive. Your right arm is immediately covered with a white blouse. You look up to see your daughter topless.

She peels off her shorts, showcasing the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She bites her lower lip as you look her over from her mussled hair to her very large breasts, larger than her mother, with pink areolae, her untrimmed, blond bush, and her slender legs. Around her neck is a crucifix, showing that she's still an active member of the Catholic Church, which you haven't been to since your wife, Cassie, left. But she also had a belly button ring, a sign of rebellion she had pierced about two or three years ago.

After you were done looking over your daughter, your erection grew. You knew then and there that you'd be able to fuck her. "Race you," she said, racing past you in full glory and going up the stairs.

You had no intention of racing her in your condition, but you only had about forty-five minutes left. You ambled up the stairs, and on a hunch, checked her room.

There was Julie, on all fours, wriggling her ass at you. She looked back, coyly. "Daddy, be gentle. It's my first time."

You knew she wasn't lying. She had avoided boyfriends after a bad experience early in high school and had devoted her time to the church, study, and a little to her friends. You had suspected she may have been gay, but that suspicion was going by the wayside with all these sexual advances towards you.

You peeled off your shirt and pants - she neglected to give you underwear - as you walked closely behind her. Her ass was taut and firm, a testament to her years on the volleyball team and in track. You bent down and sniffed her pussy. She had definitely showered before heading to the hospital.

You wanted to go easy, so you gave her what she did not expect: you ate out her pussy. She moaned, she groaned, she was ecstatic at the attention you provided. Your face was drenched in juices that were there long before you arrived.

You turned her over, wanting to looking her straight in the eyes as you fucked her. You looked at the cross that had fallen by the wayside, smiling that you were going to take her in the manner God intended. Missionary style.

You sucked her nipple. You began making out with her, swapping spit and a copious amount of vaginal juices. You lined up your cock with her cunt. She would be the first virgin you would ever fuck, but you knew she wouldn't be the last.

You pressed forward and held yourself deep inside. By the look of anguish on her face, you knew that Julie was not fully prepared for the girth. You held her tight and kissed her deeply, caressing your little girl no more. You both were breathing rhythmically, but you had yet to cum.

You exited, and entered - much easier this time - and exited, and entered. Several times over. Her anguish had dissipated, if not her soreness and pain, and she was noticeably huffing and puffing, climaxing on her first go-around. She held onto your ass, and beat you to it, as she screamed in joy just prior to you bottoming out inside of her.

You layed there naked, looking at your smiling daughter. Her pink bedsheets wore a mess and much redder than before. You offered her some painkillers, but she turned you down.

You looked at your watch. 2:46.