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Filename: rockofag.txt
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story_codes: MFF/f(13), MFF/g(7), first, incest, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: A young girl has a backstage pass to meet her rock star father for the first time. What happens later sets off a continuing family tradition.

story_language: English



Rock of Ages

Written by madvlad


	Deirdre stood nervously as the guard looked at the pass she wore on a lanyard. For nearly a decade and a half, Garden of Ruins had been one of rock-n-roll's biggest hit machines, dominating the charts with their music and the headlines for their backstage and offstage antics. Their lead singer, one Preston Hart, often acted as the lead man in all regards. At age thirty-four, he could bed nearly any female who caught his fancy, and many of them did.

	Even Deirdre, who at thirteen would be more likely to gravitate toward the "safer" and more sugary pop stars, found herself fascinated by Hart and the band. The credit for that went to her mother, a successful photographer who specialized in musicians and who raised her daughter on real rock and not the bubble gum pap spewed over the airwaves.

	Tonight's event had been a charity concert headlines by several big names. Deirdre's mother was spend time after the show with the organizers but had somehow managed to procure the girl a pass to the suite where Hart was staying at the hotel attached to the show venue.

	Deirdre could hardly believe her good fortune, but was also suspicious as to why her mother would let her go there alone. When asked, her mother laughed softly and explained.

	"Preston and I go way back," the woman explained. "I was doing shoots for them when they were just starting to take off - you know helping them with their image and all that. They weren't so suave back then - just a bunch of rust rats from Manchester playing the clubs in London. Hell, I wasn't much farther along in my career, but I suppose an American girl on the East End stood out a little more and got me noticed by the band.

	Anyway, I was finally heading home as their first album was at the top of the charts - we all knew it would blow past platinum. The band had just finished playing at Wembley and was having a huge blowout before launching their European tour. There was an attraction between Preston and me, but I never wanted to mix business with pleasure. But it was my last night, so I figured 'what they hell?' I had no illusions about any lasting relationship, but I could go for a one night stand."

	"Mom!" Deirdre giggled, blushing.

	"What? Did you think I was a nun back in the day?" her mother teased. "Anyway, I did go backstage and did get it on with our man Preston, but not before I learned about a kink he had - something he now had the wealth and fame to carry off. Anyway, it was a hell of a time. We never tried again, even when I was doing photo shoots through the years. The first time was so perfect, why mess it up with a second-rate sequel?"

	"O. M. G!" Deirdre whispered.

	"Talk in words, dear, not like you're texting. Anyway, he knows who you are and he said he'd love to meet you."

	"He knows who I am?" Deirdre squeaked. "Why would he? I mean, so what if you told him you had a kid, but still..."

	"There's more to it than that," her mother said gently. "I'll let you do the math. My little fling with Preston was nine months before you were born, give or take a day."

	"Nine months...and Oh My God! Mom, are you serious?"

	"Don't get too full of yourself, honey. I'm sure you have plenty of half-siblings on your father's side by now. At least I never hit him up for child support. But seeing how Preston and I are old friends with one very beautiful thing in common, getting you a pass was no problem at all."

	The guard's eyes shifted from the laminated pass to the slim young girl who wore her long brown hair in a pony tail. The kid was wearing a t-shirt that she had tucked into her shorts in a way to make it tight across her chest. There wasn't much there in the tit department, probably a mouthful each. Her legs were not bad to look at and if the guard could crane his neck to look at a different angle, he could have ogled her barely pubescent ass.

	The kid was really young, but the pass was okay. The guard mentally shrugged - who was he to judge what rock stars did? If he had been one, he'd have leveraged it to the hilt. After waving the girl through, the guard turned to watch her buttocks sway ever so slightly as she went down the hall. Yeah, he wouldn't have minded some of that.

	In person, Preston's magnetism was indescribably stronger, even if his breath carried the boozy haze of whatever bottles he had been partaking of. Deirdre tried to introduce herself, but the noise of the party and Preston's buzz made a wall her message couldn't bore through.

	"You're a short one, aren't you?" Preston blurted, suddenly acknowledging Deirdre's presence. "No bother, though, as height doesn't mean fuck-all when you're horizontal."

	He paused to take another swig.

	"But there are rules, Honey Cakes. And before you can see the Hart's throb," Preston paused as he pointed to the bulge in his crotch. "You've got to be ready. And I like ladies to make my ladies ready. Oh, ladies..."

	Preston waved his hand in the air and then pointed to Deirdre before lurching off to the next room. A pair of young women in their early twenties approached Deirdre on each side.

	"I'm Day," said the blonde one.

	"And I'm Night," said the brunette.

	They took Deirdre by the arms and led her to a bedroom. When the girl tried to explain that there was some mistake and tell them who she was, Night silenced her with a kiss on the mouth.

	Instantly, the woman's tongue, which tasted of sweet smoke, slid into Deidre's mouth. A small pill was on the tip and Night pushed it back along Deirdre's tongue, massaging the girl with her tongue until Deirdre reflexively swallowed the pill.

	"That's right, take your medicine," Night purred before locking her lips back onto Deidre's mouth.

	Night kept licking fiercely inside the thirteen year-old's mouth, breaking off only briefly when Day slid the Deirdre's t-shirt up and off. Day's hands kept busy, stroking the girl's firm little body, caressing the beginnings of curves that signaled the child's ascent into puberty.

	Until now, Deirdre's only foray into the mysteries of sex had been kissing a boy her age. The two had finally worked up the nerve to part their lips just enough to brush each other's tongue tips. And the boy had lightly placed a hand on Deirdre's right breast. Even the slight touch through the protective layers of her shirt and bra had made Deirdre feel 'different' in her crotch. Since that bit of magic a week ago, she had wondered if her boyfriend had experienced an erection - something she and her friends had whispered of but had yet to see or feel in person.

	But now she was being disrobed by one woman while another left no part of her mouth untouched. Deirdre wasn't really scared and fleetingly wondered what had been in the pill she had swallowed. But then the thought was gone and she felt womanly hands close around her petite young breasts. The squeezed her tender mounds and pulled on the nipples as if milking her. Deidre wondered if Day could feel her heart pounding. The coral pink tips stiffened as Night finally moved her mouth lower to investigate.

	"Your tits are beautiful," Night murmured before she sucked a small tit in her mouth.

	Deirdre sighed heavily as the woman munched on her pubescent boobs. Day was shifting her legs so she could gain more access to the girl's sex. There was a small thatch of downy hairs just above where the thirteen year-old's mound swelled slightly. Her labia were still bare below that, perfectly smooth as Day's tongue lapped them. Deidre gasped as she was tongued down there, but Day held her legs while Night shifted to keep her torso on the mattress. After a moment, Deidre no longer worried about the intrusion between her legs and lay still as the two women dined on her barely adolescent body.

	Day's licking became harder, digging insistently into the girl's slit. The experienced woman found the girl's hymen intact and did not try to test it, saving it for Preston to take. But she was ravenous as she ate the girl's pussy, feeling and tasting Deirdre's juices as the virgin flesh reacted to it her oral loving.

	Deidre thought she might melt from all the attention she was getting from both women, especially in her young twat. Then the melting became hard and tight, heating and breaking until she quivered uncontrollably. Day slurped noisily, drinking from the child's fount until every orgasmic drop was licked clean.

	Then the women changed positions with Day kissing Deidre on the chest and face while Night made oral love until the girl had her second climax. Wordlessly, the women got up from the bed. Deidre focused on the now naked and grinning form of Preston Hart as he gazed at her lithe body which was bathed in a sheen of fine sweat.

	"Don't you look tasty," he remarked.

	"Her cunt is perfectly fresh," Day mentioned.

	"Lovely," he murmured and slid his body over the young girl's.

	Deidre tried to scoot away; the awareness that this was her father pounding through the sweet mist of her recent sexual awakening. But Preston pinned her shoulders as he nudged her legs apart with one knee.

	"Don't play hard to get," he grinned. "No one is hard to get when it comes to me."

	He expertly maneuvered his hips down, pinning the thirteen year-old's pussy with the head of his cock. With small movements, he slowly pushed the head between the girl's tight lips, making her wriggle beneath him in a partial desire to escape and a partial lust for more.

	When his glans was slick with her cunny drippings, Preston jerked forward, making his daughter cry as he plowed through her cherry. The temporary resistance registered to the rock star.

	"Well, well," he murmured. "A virgin. I don't come across too many of those. But I certainly cum inside each one I meet."

	And with that, he began thrusting inside the tightness of the little teen's deflowered pussy. He loved all aspects of sex - the dripping friction of his hardness within the confines of a fleshy receptacle, the moans of his partner, and the surrender of her body as he found how she liked it best and gave it to her in heaving measures of cock.
And Deirdre was no different, consumed in her arousal, lying spread-eagled on the bed and rolling her pelvis as she was taken. The force of the cock plunging deeply into her threatened to consume her and she would have gladly given herself to the flames. She felt a climax grip her even more fiercely than it had been with Day and Night and she writhed on Preston's prick.

	As her orgasm subsided, she felt another glow inside. It came in heavy throws, making her eyes widen as her newly adolescent womb was seeded with her father's sperm. Preston finished with a satisfied groan and pulled out.

	Her lust subsiding, Deirdre began to think about her situation. She had arrived here an innocent but now her pussy was sticky with her lover's semen - her own father. But any deeper thoughts were derailed when Preston rolled her over, making lewd comments as he pulled her rump up in the air and fondled her buttocks.

	His prick found dripping entrance to his daughter's twat and was pushed inside again. Deidre groaned as she was taken like a dog, the lustful flames licking up and down her tunnel as the meat filled it. On his knees behind her, Preston clenched his teeth as his shaft slid in and out of the fierce, slippery grip of the pubescent cunt. He lasted longer this time, pounding the thirteen year-old hard while she grunted and came twice more before he pumped more jism into her.

	Deidre was limp when he rolled her onto her back again. Taking the bottle of Jack Daniel's he had brought, Preston dribbled it onto the girl's small breasts, which were nearly flat against her chest as she lay prone. She watched, panting, has Preston's shaggy head descended to her torso. He slobbered and licked the whiskey from the girl's body before settling on his side next to her, idling fingering the sparsely haired cunny.

	"You're not very old, are you?" he asked as he pondered the small pussy beneath his fingers.

	"I'm thirteen."

	"Really? Whew! It's been a long time since I've had a thirteen year-old. I think I was twelve at the time. But how the fuck did a thirteen year-old get a pass to come here?"

	"My mom got it."

	"Your mum?" Preston snorted. "You must have one fucking wild mother if she got you a pass to see me. Do I know her?"

	"She's Alice Monaghan."

	"Oh yeah, the photo-babe. She did say you were coming here and...oh, shit! You're...you're my daughter?"

	Petrified, Deidre could only nod her head. Preston went pale, rubbing his forehead as he contemplated what he had just done. Deidre dreaded what might happen next.

	"My own daughter," Preston mumbled. "I just fucked my own daughter - and a virgin to boot. Well, old son, you've sunk to a new low, a new level of depravity, haven't you?"

	Deidre lay still, hearing her pulse in her ears. Then Preston's face lit up.

	"I think I fucking love this new depravity."

	He rolled on top of Deidre, letting his daughter feel his revived erection as it poked against her mons. The groaned together when he entered her.

	
Eight Years later

	The bass was pounding in the stucco and glass beach house as the woman entered. Partygoers were dancing and drinking in the living room and out on the deck. There were others off in other rooms, having more intimate gatherings.

	More than one head turned - some in attraction and others in recognition. The woman's build was slender yet well-muscled. She was dressed in black leather - tight-fitting pants and low boots. Instead of a shirt, she only wore a black leather best that showed part of her cleavage which was slightly on the small side of average. Her hair was pulled back tightly in a ponytail, her long tresses reaching the small of her back.

	On one breast and on both arms were a few intricately drawn tattoos. Several people at the party knew that Deidre Monaghan was building a reputation as a tattoo artist to the stars. She wasn't covered in ink, preferring distinct quality over quantity. It was known that she had given Preston Hart at least two tats and maybe more of something else.

	The only incongruous thing about Deidre's appearance was the little girl in pink she had in tow. People assumed she was Deidre's sister. With Alice Monaghan dead in a plane crash two years ago, Deidre must have assumed custody of the child.

	Two Asian women approached Deidre and greeted her before fawning over the girl. Day and Night had "retired" a few years ago with a generous sum from an appreciative Preston. What lesbian prep artists still well in their prime did in retirement was something Deidre didn't know, but she was sure they were enjoying themselves - and each other.

	Deidre turned to the girl and said, "Eva, this is Yin and Yang. They're going to watch you and get you ready to see Grandpa."

	Eva looked at the two women, who seemed very pleased to meet her. She obediently followed them upstairs to a bedroom. Deidre went to the study where she found Preston waiting in an office chair.

	He was still handsome, with his boyish looks faded to a slightly more weathered look. A few years ago, he had given up drugs and alcohol. The celebrity magazines and web sites reported that he was rejuvenating himself with a healthier lifestyle. In truth, he had found the other stuff starting to impede on his sexual performance and he wanted nothing getting in the way of his favorite hobby.

	Eyeing his leather-clad daughter approvingly, he swung his chair to face her. Deidre climbed onto his lap, slipping her legs beneath the arms of the chair while she ground her crotch against the lump in her father's pants.

	"Hello, Lovely," Preston murmured as he undid Deidre's vest so he could snack on her tits.

	"Hi Daddy. How did the recording go?"

	"Another bloody brilliant album, or CD, or download. Fuck, whatever you call a bunch of songs nowadays."

	"I missed you while you were gone."

	One of Preston's very few restrictions on sex was that he would not play around while he was recording - solo or with the band. He was virtually a monk until each track was performed and preserved to his exacting standards. Once the session was wrapped up, though, he was the proverbial bull in the pussy shop.

	"I missed you while I was gone," Preston said to Deidre's left tit before kissing it. "And I missed you, too," he continued with the right.

	His hands slid down to Deidre's ass. "I definitely missed this."

	Deidre giggled as Preston re-introduced himself to her body parts. Somehow, she managed to stay in the chair while he shucked her pants off.

	"You missed Eva's seventh birthday," she scolded. "I told her that Grandpa had a surprise for her and she had no idea what it could be."

	"Good thing I have it right here with me," Preston replied, rubbing his dick over Deirdre's waxed cunny.

	"Hmm. Mommy had better try it first to make sure it's working right."

	Eva had forgotten about Grandpa's surprise for her birthday. She had wondered if it was a pony, but right now she had other things on her mind. The pretty ladies had given her some medicine that made her feel funny - especially in her kitty. Then the pretty ladies had taken all of Eva's clothes off and were kissing her all over. That had made Eva feel funny all over. They even kissed with their tongues, as Eva was now learning as she lay on the bed with Yin's tongue crammed in her mouth.

	Yang was tongue-kissing her kitty, which made Eva feel even itchier inside. She had never had an itch in her kitty before. She had never had a tongue in there, either, but Yang was licking her there, although something was blocking her from reaching the real itchy part.

	Both pretty ladies also liked the picture that Mommy had made on her kitty. Mommy had said Grandpa would like it, too. But until Grandpa showed up, Eva was very happy with her new friends.

	Yin wasn't sure if a little girl this young could get sexually aroused. She remembered her own first experience at age eleven with an uncle quite fondly, but she had been on the cusp of puberty then. On the other hand, she and Yang were certainly willing to give this girl a try.

	When Yin found one of Eva's tiny nipples, she sucked it into her mouth, along with some of the surrounding skin from the child's flat chest. There may have been not much there, but it sprang to life as the woman chewed on it.

	They had the girl standing upright. While Yin was showing Eva what her titlets were for, Yang had pulled down the girl's panties from behind and was now mouthing the little buttocks. When they lifted Eva onto the bed, they saw the tiny bit of artwork that Deidre had done. It was too much and both women dove in on the little girl's body, making her squeal and squirm as they turned her into a sensual feast.

	As Yin tongue-stroked Eva's mouth, she tasted the sweetness of a recent lollipop. Appropriately enough, it had been cherry flavored. It turned the woman on and she dug deeper for more candy.

	Yang thought the seven year-old's pussy was so adorable. Completely bald and with the puffiness of childhood, it almost looked too innocent to molest. But that just made it all the more desirable and she gleefully chomped and sucked on the soft flesh of Eva's tiny mound. After toying with the clit, Yang burrowed her tongue into the small hole, finding the tot's cunt to be as juicy as it was cute.

	Eva was whining as Yin's tongue slithered inside her mouth. The little girl tried to lift her ass off the bed as she churned her steamy little cuntlet against Yang's hungry mouth. The whining suddenly rose in pitch and child went stiff, quivering slightly until her orgasm crested.

	Yin released Eva's mouth and nuzzled the delicate shape of her neck.

	"Did you have a good time, little lover?" she asked while Yang licked up the delicious remains for the child's cum.

	"My kitty did something."

	"Yes it did. And I'm about to make it do it again."

	The women switched places and resumed their lesbian attack on the little girl.

	Standing next to Preston, Deidre looked at the two women swarming on the bed. Aside from two small feet and a tiny hand, Deidre couldn't see her daughter. But then she heard Eva's little voice moaning in a way that only meant one thing. The toes on Eva's feet wriggled as the child came. Reluctantly, Yin and Yang left the bed, exposing the panting, naked little girl to her father/grandfather's lustful gaze.

	Eva raised her head and stared at Preston's erection. He sung happy birthday to her as he got onto the bed. Caressing her hairless cunny, Preston rubbed at the design gracing the girl's bare pubis.

	"Is this permanent?" he asked.

	"It's a butterfly, Grandpa. Do you like it? Pink is my favorite."

	A very small, intricately detailed butterfly adorned the child's pussy, riding the small swell of her mons just above the dimple where her clitoris was tucked inside. Preston's cock jerked in lust as he gazed a the tiny tattooed virgin of his own flesh, her miniature sex oozing and waiting for him even if she didn't understand.

	He parted her milky white labia, exposing the glistening pink inside. It looked so delicate, including the small ring of skin that marked her soon-to-be-lost innocence. In fact all of this beautiful pink flesh would soon be stretched to the maximum as it was made to accept his hard meat.

	Eva watched as her grandfather put his strange body part against her kitty. The pretty ladies had made her feel so good there so she wondered what tricks Grandpa had in store.

	Preston looked to see Eva's small pussy lips pulled wide around his head. She stared at him and he locked his eyes on hers, the small orbs a lighter shade of his gray. Lunging forward, lancing his granddaughter's pussy as her maidenhead was ruptured. Eva was stunned at the pain she felt and her eyes rolled up as Preston crammed her seven year old cunt full with his prick.

	She was on the verge of blacking out when she felt the heavy motion of something pressing deeply into her, making her body stretch inside. The sheer girth moving against her taut channel reintroduced the stimulation she had received before. But this time, it not only made her itch, but satisfied the itch in a whole new way. Eva couldn't speak and only stared up at Preston as a thin line of drool escaped one corner of her mouth.

	Deidre knelt by the bed, her fingers busy between her legs as she watched the place where her father's and her daughter's bodies were joined. Eva's tiny pussy was lewdly stretched around Preston's shaft which was now wet with the child's juices along the remnants of her own. Deidre spied some redness there, too, another sign that her daughter's cherry well and truly popped.

	Preston rutted in the hot, incestuous embrace of his daughter/granddaughter's tight little snatch. The pink butterfly on her smooth skin was waving its wings as her flesh flexed from the cock plunging in and out. Eva hadn't cum yet but Preston couldn't hold back, saturating the seven year-old's tiny baby chamber with his sperm.

	Without withdrawing, Preston rolled the girl over. Eva moaned as her slick pussy spun on her grandfather's cock and felt a slight spasm from an approaching climax. Preston recognized it too and immediately began fucking the little girl again. On the second push, she came, wriggling helplessly while impaled on the cock that had created both her and her mother.

	Kneeling upright, Preston manhandled the girl, pulling her back and forth as he held her hips while moving his own at the same time. Eva's eyes were glazed as she continued to drool, remaining limp while she was drilled as deeply as her little cunny would allow. Preston went on and on, inducing another climax before he eventually ejaculated once more inside his granddaughter's immature body.

	He snuggled next to her on the bed as she slowly regained her senses. On his depravity meter, nailing an even younger girl who was both his daughter and granddaughter was an entirely new level. Deidre sat on the edge, watching as her father's cum oozed from her little girl's reamed cuntlet.

	"And that's how babies are made," Preston said as he traced a finger around Eva's tattoo.

	"I'm going to have a baby?" Eva squealed, her face splitting with a wide smile.

	"You're a little too young yet," Deidre explained.

	"Awwww."

	"But we'll just keep doing this all the time," Preston promised. "That way, you'll be sure to have a baby as soon as you're ready."

	"That's the bestest present, Grandpa! Can the pretty ladies play with me, too?"

	Deidre snickered at the look of stunned delight her father's lecherous face.

	"Certainly," he replied. "We'll let them get you all hot and juicy for me each time. And if everything turns out right, I might be popping my great-granddaughter's cherry by the time I'm fifty-five."



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