One night in Norway

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Winter winds in Norway
blow snow and ice, and cold.
Of hardship and survival
there are many stories told.

One such tale recounts the night
when a fierce December storm,
blew out the cottage hearthfire
that kept a little family warm.

Anya and her father Lars
lived out on a fjord,
an 18 year old beauty
and the papa she adored.

She shivered so beneath her quilt
her toes like frozen ice,
That she climbed into her father's bed,
to snuggle warm and nice.

Lars was only happy
to help keep his daughter warm.
He felt a sort of duty,
and wrapped her in his arms.

Holding close together
soon they fell asleep,
but in the middle of the night
he had a lusty dream.

His penis made a hardening bulge
against his daughter's rear.
She felt it's length along her crack
as his breathing warmed her ear.

Her tummy all afluttering
she realized with a shock,
her genitals were lubricating
for her papa's cock.

Her thoughts were in confusion
as she felt the gentle push,
of his steaming hot erection
pressing at her tush.

"Guten morgen Papa"
she said to make a test,
But he only murmured sleepily
as his hand covered her breast.

His lips were warm against her neck
as they snuggled in the bed,
and warmer still between her thighs
was his swollen mushroom head.

In the night her gown had ridden
up above her hips,
and now her father's penis kissed
her moistened pussy's lips

She felt her nipples hardening
beneath his manly touch,
as her tender flower blossomed,
for she loved him very much.

She felt him move behind her
then realized to late,
as their bodies closed together
that he thought she was his mate.

His penis grew between her legs
and the thought that terrified her,
was that soon his hardened manhood would
be snug and warm inside her.

She felt a bit of wetness
from his penis on her cunni,
and realized with a horror
it was her father's penis honey

"Guten morgan papa!"
She said rather loudly,
but he only murmured lazily
as his erection stiffened proudly.

He began a gentle motion
rocking at the hips,
his penis gliding smoothly
against her silken pussy lips.

The sensation was quite maddening
and her body flushed with heat,
as she found herself responding
to his stroking meat.

She dipped a hand between her legs
and with her fingers formed a funnel,
to guide the throbbing organ
into her vaginal tunnel.

He slipped easily inside her
giving her his cock,
as she pressed back against him
like a ship onto a dock.

She felt his penis jerking,
as his swollen member filled her,
then felt his semen squirting,
and the naughty feeling thrilled her.

"Oh papa..." she groaned
and she felt her tummy spasm,
as the rush of pleasure through her
made a beautiful orgasm.

Later on that morning
when both had come awake,
they realized that they had made
a terrible mistake.

Yet still it hadn't been so bad
they smiled to one another,
and one cold night she might again
pretend to be her mother.

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