"Oh my God, no Daddy,! Don't! Please stop! You mustn't!"

"Oh my God, no Daddy,! Don't! Please stop! You mustn't!"

After years of frustration and supressed longing; a dad takes his18 year old daughter into the woods to fulfill his all consuming and strictly taboo obsession.

Ever since childhood, I've found stories of men taking girls into woods with the intention of doing very naughty things to them highly arousing.Okay, maybe not sexually arousing as such when I was very young, but they certainly gave me some not unpleasant fluttery feelings in my tummy and got me daring to imagine all sorts of delicious atrocities being carried out on those pretty little girls whos images adorned the childrens books I was reading. Where this kink came from, I really don't know, but I did know that I wasn't supposed to have it and so kept it a closely guarded guilty secret. I also took comfort from the fact that I couldn't ever see me actually doing anything like that..

However, with the onset of puberty, that confidence began to wane. You see, I had virtually no self confidence when it came to talking with girls. I got all tongue tied and embarrassed and therefore could see certain advantages in cutting out chat altogether. The idea of grabbing and enjoying physical contact with a girl through brute force began to haunt me. In consequence, porn pics depicting scenes of sexual violence held a special attraction for me and quickly amassed in my phone's locked picture gallery.

Eventually, I got lucky and met a girl who was particularly into shy boys like me. Her name was Jenny and she really brought me out of myself. Best of all, she allowed me to get quite rough with her when having sex. (She called me her lovely caveman and I found it terrific fun trying to live up to that description). In the presence of the real thing, my fixation with fantasy sexual violence slipped into the background and it soon became clear we were destined to become husband and wife. Pretty soon after our wedding, Jenny fell pregnant and gave birth to a daughter. We named her Claire. To me, she was the most beautiful child in all the world. I loved her dearly, just as a father should. It was my unalloyed delight to spend as much time in her company as possible as she grew. I played with her in all innocence and took it upon myself to read all the old traditional fairytales to her at bedtime. Stories such as Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Cinderella and Little Red Riding Hood. Now, all these stories featured little girls in some sort of peril and Claire simply lapped them up - as indeed did I since they re-awakened my fascination with tales of young girls in danger. In my kink driven mind, I started to pictured my little Claire as Snow White, or The Sleeping Beauty etc and found myself thoroughly enjoying casting myself as characters such as a very angry Daddy Bear or The Big Bad Wolf. In my secret versions of these stories, Goldilocks and Little Red Riding Hood never escaped to safety and so whenever I told Claire I loved her so much I wanted to gobble her all up, I really wasn't kidding.

Time past and we all grew older, Claire delightfully so. However, as she matured into a short but rather voluptuous young woman, my kink grew with her and became a major factor in my masturbation fantasies. My domestic sex life wasn't all that exciting any more since Jenny had completely lost interest in any rough stuff. Therefore fantasy and porn became my go-to's whenever I needed a bit of eroticism to brighten up a dull day, particularly when I made my daughter the star of my imaginary show. I knew it was wrong to do this but the intense erotic buzz it gave me more than compensated for any grief my conscience was causing me.

My daughter's social life resulted in her having a succession of boyfriends who came and went as she progressed through school. However, nothing serious developed and she remain very much a daddy's girl at heart She was always telling me so, which was good to hear. That said, it was so much her heart but the rest of my daughter's body that had my penis springing to attention at inconvenient moments as I lustfully feasted my eyes on her lithe but shapely young body. I watched her with lecherous intent as she did the washing up, did a bit of ironing or had a little dance when she thought no one was watching. As her hips widened, her thighs thickened and her boobs ballooned, my obsession with her fast maturing body intensified, matched only by an irresistible but seemingly insane desire to somehow make my little girl my lover. You see, my persistent reading of stories about daddy / daughter incest got me imagining Claire as being the daughter in these stories, thus making my masturbatory fantasies featuring her much darker and seem more real. So real in fact that I came to view my imaginings not so much pure fantasy and more of an envisioned possibility. I was reading of dads actually and regularly fucking their daughters. Could such a blissful thing ever happen for me?

I'm not going to lie, I very much doubted it. In most of the porno stories I read, whole families were involved in introducing young girls to incestuous sexual activity from a very early age. Well, that certainly hadn't happened with my family and so surely now, it was all far too late. Claire was finishing school and about to go to university. (Yes, my daughter's bright as well as beautiful). Of course there was fun based intimacy going on between us, but only of the socially acceptable kind. Nothing remotely kinky was taking place - from a casual observer's point of view. However, the feeling that I might be missing out by not actively investigating the possibility that my little chubby cherub might be open to a little more physical intimacy bubbled up inside me and once there, I found there was no shifting it. I had dozens of beach photos of Claire on my phone and on discovering interweb apps that appeared to strip women naked, I soon had a phone full of a happy looking nude daughter pics. Claire had no idea I was doing this of course and within our home environment, it was clear to me that nothing naughty was ever likely to happen. Jenny would never have allowed it.

But more and more, I was wanting sexual naughtiness to happen. I was secretly printing off pictures of my technically denuded daughter and wanking over them so that my spent semen splashed down on her smiling face so that she appeared to be drowning in my jiz. (I didn't bother so much about the body image because that was AI generated. It wasn't really Claire's). The porno stories I was reading all had the common theme about dads raping their daughters until the daughters came to like it. I imagined a flushed faced and panting Claire begging me not to stop as my cock pistoned in and out of the sublimely hot and clinging wetness of her heavenly cunt. I convinced myself that all it would take to make her my lover for life was for me to give her one decent orgasm. Pregnancy would not be an issue since she'd been "on the pill" for years. In a week or two, she'd be off to university and out of my reach. My chance of carnally enjoying my little darling would then be gone, possibly for good. A sense of panic arose within me as I realised that if I was ever going to make physical love to my little girl, it had to be now or never. If I didn't even try to seduce her, I'd surely regret it for the rest of my life.

That's when the thought of a daddy / daughter picnic in the woods occurred to me. We'd never done anything like that before; though I can't think why. Especially considering the stimulating affect the idea of men taking girls into isolated areas in order to rape them always had on me. I knew getting Claire alone with me in some secluded forest glade alone would arouse me for sure, but would I have the nerve to do anything about it? Could I? In the end, I felt there was really only one thing I could do; set the picnic scenario up, go through with it and then see what happened.

My suggestion of a daddy / daughter picnic was well received. Even Jenny thought it was a good idea. She jokingly said it would keep me out of mischief for an afternoon and even supplied the food. I supplied the drinks, all deliberately alcoholic in the hope that this would help Claire's seduction along. On the appointed day, Claire and I set off for our date with fate. I drove us to the most unfashionable wood I knew. It had no Lake or amenities to attract visitors and was too far from town for casual dog walkers to make use of it. On a grey day, it always looked dark and forebidding but on this particular day, the sun was shining, casting complex shadow patterns on the leaf strewn ground. We found a sunny spot, spread our blanket over the leaves and I opened our first intoxicating bottle.

It occurred to me that I was rather acting out the role of the Big Bad Wolf here by pretending to be something I wasn't in order to keep my little girl unaware of my true intent. The Little Red Riding Hood theme had been greatly enhanced by Claire insisting on carrying our hamper of goodies into the wood. Anyway, we drank, ate and chatted about everything under the sun for a while. I reminded her of the fun times we'd spent together while she'd been growing up. The boisterous games we used to play that always ended up with me wrestling her to the ground and tickling her, much to her childish delight. My hope was that she'd be open to reliving such a moment, thus giving me the opportunity to get really physical with that sumptuous sexy body of hers.

"Fancy a rematch" I asked, giving her a sly wink. She laughingly replied "I'm a big girl now dad and not so easy to put down. Besides, I'm not ticklish anymore so what would be the point?"

"I'd enjoy it!" These words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. Had I betrayed my true intent too soon?

"I get that you might fancy reliving your youth, dad; but don't you find the idea of daddies wrestling their grown up daughters to the ground in deserted woods a wee bit kinky?"

There must have been something in the look I gave her that betrayed my true intent because suddenly, Claire's smile was gone and she was saying "oh my God, you do find it kinky, don't you. It's turning you on. Oh shit, look; you've got an erection, I can tell. Is this why you've brought me here? To molest me with mummy safely out of the way?"

Shit! She'd seen right through me. At this point however, it might not have been too late for me to turn back. I could have denied all evil intent, chided her for having such unloving thoughts about her dear, devoted father, changed the subject and prossibly gotten away with it - but I didn't. Instead, I tried to justify my actions.

"Darling, you are the most precious thing in the world to me. Everything I'm doing right now is out of love for you. To me, you are the most beautiful, the most feminine, the most sexy girl in the world. I can't help but be irresistibly attracted to you. I only want to touch you. To feel you. To hold and love you like a grown man loves a grown woman. I don't want to hurt you in any...."

"BUT YOU'RE MY DAD!" Claire's interruption burst out of her as a scream that seemed to echo through the trees as the sun disappeared behind a cloud, causing semi-darkness to invade the forest and much darker desires to manifest themselves within me. Claire was now fully aware of my true intent. The damage was already done, so why stop now? With the titilating endorphins of sexual arousal coursing through my body, the sight of my shocked and frightened daughter cowering away from me only served to enhance the erotic thrill of the moment. I remembered the message of the porn stories: fuck her and keep on fucking her till she enjoys it and she'll be yours for keeps.

So, this was it. My moment of truth. My heart was pounding in my chest as I told her "just let me make love to you and you'll experience a feeling of pure physical ecstacy like you've never known before; I promise you."

"No dad, it's not going to happen! My God, if your talking orgasms, forget it. I know all about them and pleasant though they are, they're hardly life changing. What you're suggesting's disgusting. Revolting. It's making my flesh crawl. You know, I can hardly believe this is happening. If you want me to stay quiet about this moment of pure insanity, you'd better take me home right now!"

This wasn't a request, it was an order. Obay this order and my home life might just continue much as before, although my relationship with Claire was now irrevocably destroyed. Disobey however and I could still live out my ultimate fantasy of being the man who takes a young girl into the woods purely for sexual gratification. At that moment, I was blinded to the dire consequences of such an act by my raging lust. To my mind, the damage was done now. I'd lost the love of my daughter, but I hadn’t lost my lust for her alluring teenage body merely inches away from me. A body that was there for the taking and enjoying if only I could hold my nerve. The fact that Claire was openly defying me, calling me disgusting and revolting angered me and got me thinking "okay miss goody goody, I'll show you what disgusting and revolting dads like me really want to do to their daughters."

Claire had gotten up from the blanket during our verbal exchange as had I so that we were now standing facing each other. Reaching out, I roughly grabbed a perfectly rounded tit, feeling it's warm softness through Claire's thin Summer clothing as my spread fingers sank deeply into it. She violently knocked my offending arm away so I again went for her with both hands, grabbing both her boobs and pulling her towards me until I was able to wrap my arms around her in order to wrestle her down onto our picnic blanket. As I was doing so, Claire was screaming something like "dad, what the fuck are you doing? Stop. Don't do this, please!" My child's face was the very picture of fear and shock. Tears were streaming from her eyes and in a sobbing little girl's voice, she pleaded " no daddy, please stop. You mustn't. Think about mummy....."

I did indeed think about mummy and how much Claire looked like my wife when she too was the teenager I had lying under me. I remembered how plaintively she'd begged me not to make her pregnant as I carried on brutally ravishing her. I didn't stop then so I couldn't see much point in stopping now.

"Darling" I breathlessly said, "I'm going to fuck you because it's something I feel I have to do. I don't expect you to understand or even forgive but it's going to happen right here and right now. Please don't try to fight me and I'll try not to hurt you. Actually, I'm saying this for your benefit because deep down inside, I actually want you to resist me; I really want to overpower and fuck your gorgeously feminine struggling body. I need to feel your cunt engulfing my cock and know the ecstacy of pumping my sperm into my daughter, just as I did with her mother. I can clearly see both you mother and me in your face. Fucking you will be like fucking all of us at once...."

"Fuck you" she screamed, much too loudly for comfort. For a moment I panicked but then saw a way of keeping her quietly occupied for a bit while I continued to assault her. I grabbed a handful of the dry leaves carpeting the forest floor and stuffed then into my little girl's startled open mouth. This proved to be a most effective gag as it not only stopped her screaming, it started her coughing and choking, causing her body to convulse most erotically. While Claire's hands were busy pulling leaves out of her mouth, I straddled her bucking torso and tore her t-shirt apart to expose her chest. For an eighteen year old, Claire was very well endowed in the breast department, her magnificent boobs being imprisoned by a most formidable bra. There was no tearing this heavy duty piece of underwear asunder. The best I could manage was to push it upwards until two gloriously white globes of female flesh emerged and spread themselves over each side of her rib-cage. So white they were. So smooth with coral coloured areola surrounding slightly darker bud-shaped nipples. My hands were swiftly on them to find the firm resilience of youth to them that Jenny's had long since lost. Their firmness seemed to defying me, so I punched them both in turn, making them billow like restless oceans of flesh. By now, I felt positively exultant. God-like. My child's body was lying underneath me to do with as I chose and, quite naturally, I chose to fuck it.

Getting Claire's jeans off of her wildly kicking legs was problematical in that I had to get one of her boots off in order to get a leg free of them. Her panties came down with the jeans to reveal soft downy like brown public hair crowning her mound of Venus. By now, my engorged penis was demanding immediate release and with Claire still engaged in getting the last remnant of leaf out of her mouth, I was able to rid myself of both trousers and boxers before she could make any attempt to escape. Well, almost. She had started to shuffle backwards away from me so she was no longer lying on the blanket and I found the sight of her pinky-white and womanly shaped abdomen and thighs set against the dark brown of decaying leaves orgasmically alluring. The sexual tension in my groin was growing rapidly and spreading through my entire being. I would have loved to have taken my time with Claire but mother nature decreed otherwise.

Claire saw me coming for her and let out a long "nooooooooo...." as I fell on her. She tried valiantly to keep her thighs together but once I'd mananaged to get one knee between my daughter's legs, her fate was sealed despite her ineffectual punching. I squirmed my way into a position where the tip of my cock was pressing into her vulva's crevice. There was no trace of dampness there and I knew then for sure that the warm wet and welcoming vagina I had been dreaming of was going to have to remain a dream. This was going to be a tight, dry fuck. So be it. Without saying another word, I placed a heavy hand over Claire's mouth to stifle any screams and forced my cock up deep inside my darling daughter. She was just as tight as I thought she'd be but not so dry; just moist enough to enable my to slide up and down inside her without too much discomfort, so I did. For a few brief precious seconds, I got to fuck my daughter. I well recall Claire's moan of despair as I did so, my gasping as a result of my exertions, the sounds of creaking forest timber, the rustling of breeze blown leaves and the occasional caw of a distant crow; just before these delights were swept away my the violent explosion of my orgasm. Too soon it came and part of me would love to report that I reacted to it by fiercely pounding into my child in an attempt to burst though her cervix so I might fuck her uterus, shooting my semen directly onto her egg of the month. But this didn't happen. Instead, I stopped thrusting and just lay there, perfectly still as my ejaculating semen pulsed out of me and into my pregnancy proofed daughter in blissful release.

Claire, underneath my silencing hand continued to sob.