December 19th, 2017
I don't recall my exact age first time I saw a pregnant woman but I remember it so vividly. She must have been fifteen months with how big her belly was. "Daddy, that woman is fat," I said tugging on my father's hand as we walked through the bread aisle in the grocery store.
I think the woman heard me because she smirked. "She isn't fat, honey. She's pregnant," my daddy told me after he apologized to the lady.
In the car ride home, my daddy explained what "pregnant" meant. I had so many questions, but the biggest one was, "When can I be pregnant?"
Most of my childhood I loved playing with dolls. I used to ball them up and put them in my shirt so I could imagine what it would be like when I was grown and carrying a baby. Sometimes I'd even put two in there and imagine I was having twins. Daddy always assured me that when I was ready - when I was old enough - I'd get everything I wanted.
I have long blonde hair. I'm thin with soft perky D-cup breasts, and I always catch the boys at school staring at me. I don't exactly dress like a nun. I wear tight tank-tops and very short shorts, most of the time. So, I understood why all those horny boys can't take their eyes off me. While I get a kick out of flirting with them, I know they have nothing to offer. I've been saving myself. I wanted to be pure and perfect for the man who would fill me with his seed. I wanted to make sure that no part of me had ever been touched. I don't know why this mattered so much. It just did. It made my dreams of becoming a mother seem so much more sacred like my body was this perfect unsoiled vessel to be owned and used by the only man who has ever mattered to me.
Yesterday was my eighteenth birthday. And as luck or maybe fate would have it, I happened to be ovulating on that very day. I could feel it. My breasts were a little tender. I had a heightened sense of smell. And, most of all, my pussy was gushing wet the second I woke up.
I wanted to open my eyes to my daddy thrusting his cock inside me, but that wasn't the case. He's too good for that. Even though my horny teen body needed him more than anything, he's so patient and strong. Instead, he took me out to breakfast to our favorite spot. We sat there like any normal day in our regular both, me sitting inside and my daddy sitting next to me reading the paper and sipping his coffee. He had on the cologne I grew up smelling. Every time he flipped the page his scent wafted over towards me making me even wetter. I sat there with my legs crossed using my thighs to rub my clit. Every so often, daddy reached over and patted my head, or touched my face -- once he even massaged my thigh. Each time he touched me I'd let out a little whimper and he'd just smile. "Daddy, I need you," I whispered. "Haven't you've made me wait long enough."
Daddy glanced around the restaurant before whispering back, "This is a very special day, little girl." Then he leaned in and kissed my forehead. "I want to make sure you remember it for the rest of your life."
On the car ride home, his hand rested on my thigh. His strong fingers massaged my soft tender flesh. I slid my fingers between his and moved his hand up my leg. Inch by inch he grew closer to that place I desperately needed him to touch. Would he tease me and pull away, something he always did when I was about to get my way, like the time when I turned sixteen and he bought me a car? He held the keys above my head and made me jump over and over again to get it. I was so worried this was another one of his games. Finally, his hand pressed against my tight denim shorts. Daddy diligently watched the road as I ground my hips against him. "Can you feel how wet I am through my shorts, daddy?"
"I can, honey," he answered as he made a left turn.
I ground harder and bit into my lip, staring at the man I loved my whole life. He's so handsome with that gray in his stubble and speckled throughout his dark hair. I unbuttoned my shorts thinking there was no way daddy was going to touch me, but I was able to move his hand deep under my lace panties. His thick rough fingers gently massaged my little clit around and around. Oh my god! Applying just a little bit of pressure he had control of my entire body at the tip of his finger. "Britany, you're soaked," he said without looking at me.
"It's because of you, daddy," I answered as I pushed up into his finger, feeling it part my lips and ease inside me.
When he turned into our driveway, I lifted his hand to my mouth. He watched me lick my glistening juices off his skin. Gazing right into my eyes, he asked, "What am I going to do with you, little girl?"
I smiled and answered, "Whatever you want."
He took me by the hand and led me into the house, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. He sat me down on the edge of his bed. "I want you to know something, Britany," he started as he brushed strands of my blonde hair back behind my ears. "I'm so proud of the woman you've become. I really am. I know today is the day you officially become kind of a grown-up, but you'll always be my little girl. I'm sorry if that embarrasses you or makes you feel like I don't see you as you are. It's just how it will always be, I think."
"No, daddy. That's how I want it to be, forever. I never want to be anything other than your little girl." Daddy smiled and then leaned in closer. I sat up straight to meet him. His lips skimmed across mine as he kissed me like he had done so many times before, but this time he lingered and kissed me again, and again, and again. Slowly, kiss after kiss, our mouths opened a little wider, and then a little more. His hands moved up the sides of my body along my arms to my neck until he cradled my face. For the first time in my life, I felt his tongue press against mine, just for an instant before he pulled away.
"I love you so much, honey." He said and then opened wide as he dove back in. Our tongues swirled inside each other's mouths. He hugged me so tight if he hugged any tighter, he might have hurt me. But he knew, he knew exactly what I needed. We broke the connection just long enough for him to pull my tank-top over my head. His hands moved up my back and unhooked my bra. "It feels so good, daddy -- to have your hands on my body. Your hands are the only hands I ever want to touch me."
Daddy pulled away and he took me in, looking at my naked chest. "Honey, you're all I want."
He fell into the nook of my neck and kissed. His rough stubble scrapped against my skin as he moved lower over my collarbone. His big strong hand massaged one breast as his wet lips pressed on the nipple of my other. I felt him tug and suck at the same time stretching my skin. My head snapped back and I moaned.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked.
"No, daddy it feels so good. Do it again."
He did, but this time he sucked and tugged with more vigor. With his hand, he pinched and twisted. I had never felt anything like it. It sent energy all the way through my body like all my switches were being turned on at the same time. I reached into my shorts to rub my clit as daddy bit down into one nipple and pulled. Then he bit down into the other. "Yes please, daddy. Do that. Bite harder."
Sucking, kissing, licking, pulling biting, daddy swapped between each breast. I ran my free hand through his hair and grabbed hold. "Your mother used to really love it when I did this to her, too." He said from between my breasts. "She didn't want me to stop until I left hickeys all over her."
"Yes!" I cried out, pushing daddy back into me. "Do that. Suck all over them until they're covered in hickeys."
The harder he sucked on my breasts the faster I rubbed my little clitty. It was the first time I had any kind of sexual experience in my entire life and I didn't want it to stop. I could feel daddy's saliva all over. Goosebumps formed everywhere except where his mouth was. Just when I thought maybe he had had enough he bit harder, making my body squirm, forcing me back into the present. And then I'd drift away again as he gently kissed and sucked. Finally, when I looked down, I saw what he had done. Some hickeys were darker than others, some were bluer and purple, others were tinted yellow. Even at that moment, I knew later I would look at them in the mirror and touch myself. For days that followed I'd be sitting somewhere, maybe in school, and it would dawn on me that my chest had all this evidence that my daddy loved me.
"I love them, daddy. They're so pretty.
Daddy pushed me back onto the bed and then he pulled off my shorts and panties. He picked up my feet to his mouth and kissed them. "Do you understand that when we're done here, you'll belong to me for as long as I live?" He asked very softly before kissing my calves.
I nodded.
"Do you understand that I'm the only man you'll ever have, that you'll be completely devoted to me in every way. In return, I'll always make sure you're taken care of?" He asked before kissing down to my thighs.
"I can't even imagine thinking about another man, daddy. I need to belong to you." He slid his body between my legs and rested my ankles on his shoulders. I continued, "I need your love and strength. I want to devote my life, my mind, and my body to serve you." He gave tender kisses along my thigh. "You could ask anything of me and I'll give it to you, daddy. I mean anything. I don't ever want to say 'no.' I want to unlearn the word. Better yet, I want it to have never existed."
His lips kissed along the edges of my pussy. All he had to do was move a couple centimeters one way or the other and he'd be right where I wanted him to be. I tried moving my hips but his hands gripped hard and held me in place. "I'm yours, daddy. I'm all yours."
Somehow, he got even closer without kissing my pussy. I squirmed and his hands dug into me. "Daddy!" I whined. "I will prove it to you. I want you to use my body over and over again. I want you to keep filling me with your cum until you've marked me- marked me permanently. Claim your property by making me pregnant. Put a baby in your little girl so for the rest of my life I'll always have a part of you with me."
And with that, he buried his tongue deep inside me. I felt it part my lips and enter my tight little pussy. He licked up to my clit and my whole body shimmied up the bed, but he pulled me back into his waiting mouth. My heels dug into his back as I thrust hard into his face. "Yes, daddy! Oh my god! Your tongue feels amazing. I love it. I've never felt anything like this!"
He licked around and around, slow, then fast. It felt like every part of me was attached to the tip of his tongue. If he applied pressure one way, I felt it in my chest. If he applied pressure the other way, I felt it in the tips of my fingers. "That's it, daddy! Oh my god! Keep fucking me with your tongue."
I ground so hard against his face as this pressure built in my stomach and radiated out over the rest of my body like ripples in a still-glassed lake. But instead of the ripples getting smaller as they moved outwards, inside me they grew until ever one of my cells were in perfect disorder. With both my hands I gripped daddy by his hair and pushed him into me. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Daddy. I think I it's happening! I'm having my very first orgasm!"
For an instant, my body felt suspended and then I came crashing down into the bed. I twisted and turned. I convulsed. I squealed. I needed to get away from daddy's tongue at the same time I needed more of it. "Daddy, I'm cumming!"
I felt liquid gush from my slit, and out of nowhere, daddy climbed up on top of me. He kissed me with my sweet cum still all over and inside his mouth. Then he pulled his shirt off over his head and unbuckled his belt like his clothes were filled with fire ants. "Are you ready, little girl? Are you ready for your father's cock?"
"I am, daddy. I hope you like my pussy."
I was still cumming a little from daddy licking my pussy when he guided his member into me. He was so thick and hard like he was fucking me with bone. "Oh my god, daddy. I can't believe you're inside me. I can't believe you're fucking your virgin daughter for the first time."
I wrapped my legs tight around his hips as our pelvises ground together. "Am I hurting you, honey?"
"No, daddy. I love having you inside me. I can take it. Fuck your little girl harder. Fuck me as hard as you want." and with that, he pulled back almost all the way to the point his head slipped out. Then he came crashing down, pushing me into the bed.
"Yes, daddy!"
He pulled all the way out again only to slam back into my little hole. "Daddy, I exist to be yours. You always promised I'd get everything I want, and all I want is to belong to you forever."
I dug my nails into daddy's back as he pounded my tight young pussy over and over again. Our bodies slapped together. Sweat formed on our skin. "I want you. I want your seed. Please give it to me. Please breed your daughter."
The more I talked the harder daddy gave it to me. I love that he bit into my neck and squeezed my breasts. I love that he kissed me even as he fucked me. He knew exactly when I wanted him to slow down. He knew exactly when I wanted him to pound me. I felt his cock growing inside me. I felt his head pressed against my insides. "I promise I'll always be your good girl. I don't want to go away to college. I don't want to go out and party. All I want is to serve you. I want you to come home from work and find me standing in the kitchen with dinner almost ready. I want you to kiss my neck and put your hands on my big pregnant belly."
"I want that, too, honey. That will be a perfect life," daddy groaned before kissing me, sliding his tongue deep into my mouth.
I pushed daddy's head into my neck and held him so tight. "Breed me, daddy. Breed your little girl. Come on. I can feel it. Breed your one and only daughter. I know I'm ovulating. My body is ready for you to make me complete. I want to have a daughter for you. Better yet, I want twin daughters. All you have to do is fill your little girl with your seed."
Daddy groaned and gave one final deep thrust. I felt his cock pulse. "I can feel it, daddy." Oh my God! When all that warm liquid filled me up, I knew this was what I was meant for. "That's it, daddy. Don't stop. Push all that cum deep inside your daughter. Spray your seed all you're your little girl's cervix."
Daddy's lips rested on my neck, kissing me, still unloading more cum. Each time his cock pulsed it sent tingles all over my nervous system. "Don't pull out. Keep it inside me. I don't want to lose a drop. I want this to last forever."
We laid there until my daddy went limp. After a while, he rolled off of me and I held my legs up in the air, trying to use gravity to let his seed fall deeper into me. Daddy, barely lucid, groaned, "I really hope my little girl is going to have my baby. I'm going to keep filling you over and over again until it takes."
"Do you promise to keep using my body even when I'm big and pregnant, daddy."
"I promise to never stop using your body- ever."
And with that, I snuggled up next to daddy and he held me so tight with his hand resting on my belly. I already knew that his sperm was swimming towards my ovaries. I knew that I was going to be pregnant from the first time my father fucked me. Daddy began to snore, and I whispered to myself, "This is what I was born for. This is how I want to spend the rest of my life."
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I laid in bed, my pussy a little sore from daddy fucking me for the first time. But it wasn't a bad sore like it hurt. No, it was the kind of sore I felt after a long run when I used to be on the cross-country team my junior year. His cum was inside me and I didn't want to move. I didn't want any of him to leak out. He rested his hand on my stomach and I watched as it slowly moved up every time I inhaled, and then come back down. Sometimes I'd push my belly out and imagine I was in my third trimester. I can't wait for when I'm about to give birth and my stomach balloons out. I hope my daddy never takes his hand off me. I love the idea of him wanting to protect me and his unborn child.
I always knew this was where my life was headed. It's a daughter's duty to save herself and remain pure until she's old enough for her father to take ownership of what's his. And now that daddy has fucked me and filled me with his seed, I can finally be the person I was meant to be. But, I have so much to learn. I need to be the best at making him feel good. I still worry - even though he's tried to assure me - that there are older women out there who know all the tricks when it comes to pleasing a man.
I glanced at daddy's limp cock resting on my thigh. It still seemed so thick and long, how did I ever get it inside my tight young pussy? Reaching down, I lifted his baby-maker up only to let go. It made such a loud a smacking noise when it landed. For some reason that amused me. So, I did it again. Now that I'm eighteen, I'm old enough to play with my daddy's meat whenever I want. From this point forward, I can come into his room naked and bend over in front of him. If he wants to ravage my tight young body he can. If he wants to tenderly make love to his little girl he can. It will always be up to him. I don't want any say in what happens. I don't want to have to make any decisions. I trust him. I believe he will always give me what I need.
I giggled and daddy groaned after his cock came smacking down into me again. "Let daddy sleep, little girl," he mumbled.
"Yes, daddy. You keep sleeping," I whispered and I shifted my weight to get up onto my knees. I kissed daddy's lips and he didn't move. I kissed his cheek and he said nothing. "Daddy, did you already fall back to sleep?" I asked, but there was no answer. By now I must have had a huge evil grin, looking down at daddy's dick. I kissed along his hairy chest all the while checking to see if he gave any clue that he was really awake.
I had obviously never sucked a cock before but the closer I got the more my mouth watered. It was almost as if it was ingrained deep inside me, passed down in my DNA. I took him in my hand and slowly stroked. Licking my lips, I watched his skin roll up and down. My favorite was how his head disappeared into my fingers and then reemerged again. I don't know why, but I just love the shape of it. I love the smooth skin and the dark thick veins along the shaft. Is this how every little girl feels about her daddy's cock, I wonder? Are all cocks that beautiful?
Daddy shifted in the bed but his eyes didn't open. So, I stuck out my tongue and licked across the tip. He twitched and I licked him again. Soon I had my whole little mouth wrapped around his head and I could feel him growing harder between my lips. I paid such close attention for any sign that what I was doing felt good. I wanted to become an expert cock sucker. I wanted to know every trick in the book so that anytime my daddy wanted me to please him, my mouth would be all he desired.
I used my hand and stroked him in unison as I slowly bobbed my head up and down. Oh my god! I loved how this made him get so hard. It was my mouth- my innocent little girl mouth that was making my daddy erect. Not even twenty-four hours earlier I had been a virgin. I had been too young for my daddy to fuck me, and now here I was feeling his shaft slide along my tongue. Something deep inside my core needed this.
That's how it felt, taking my daddy in my mouth more so than even when he fucked me. That made us both feel good. This was different. It was like I had discovered sucking cock for the first time like I was the first little girl to ever wrap her lips around her father. Day and night, I'll be able to show my love and devotion to my daddy by dropping to my knees, unzipping his fly. I'll honor him by giving him head anytime he needs: In the morning before work, as soon as he gets home, in the car as he drives, in the bathroom at the store, in a movie theater, in a tent when we're camping, behind a gas station. I didn't care. I made a silent vow as I took as much of him as I could fit down the back of my throat, that from this day forward my mouth would be available to my daddy every second of every day for the rest of my life.
Daddy's eyes opened and reached down and brushed my hair back off my face. "Little girl. What are you doing? He sleepily asked.
I stopped long enough to answer. "I am giving you my first blow job, daddy."
His big strong hand petted me so gently. It made me feel small and fragile. It made me feel incredibly loved. "Where did you learn to do that?" He asked.
I pushed all the way down until his head rubbed against the back of my throat. Then I held it there a moment before pulling all the way up. A little out of breath, I answered. "I don't know. I just sort of know, I guess. I mean, I know what a blow job is. I saw your perfect cock resting on my leg, and I felt like I needed to taste it. Is that bad?"
Before daddy answered I took him into my mouth. I sucked hard on his head and used my hand to stroke him. "Oh my god..." he groaned. "No, baby. It isn't bad." Then I took him deep in my throat again. "It's part of who you are. All little girls have it in them, this intense need to please and serve their daddy. You're just doing what you were born to do."
Daddy rested his hand on the back of my head, and I tried to take all of him. I couldn't though. I got to a point about halfway down where I felt like I hit a wall. I coughed a little and pulled back. "I'm sorry, daddy. I can't take all of it. Are you disappointed with me?"
"Oh, little girl..." daddy sighed as he petted my head. "I could never be disappointed with you. I don't expect you to be an expert cock sucker the day after you turn eighteen. It takes practice. And I promise I will let you have lots of practice."
I started to sniffle and I don't know why. I choked up. My eyes watered. "Baby!" Daddy exclaimed. "Don't cry. What's wrong?" Daddy asked as he pulled on my arm until my body cuddled up next to him. He held me so tight and kissed my forehead. "Little girl, your daddy loves you so much. Don't be sad."
"I'm sorry, daddy. I'm not sad. I don't really know why I'm crying." Daddy kissed my forehead again, and then my nose, and then my lips. Soon his tongue entered my mouth and gently swirled around. I squeezed him as tight as I could like my life depended on holding onto him. He responded by holding me even tighter. I felt so safe and loved. I had no doubts. Everything I was belonged to him. In his arms, the house could be consumed in a tornado, within a hurricane, during an earthquake, and I'd have no fear. It would all fade away into the background, like rolling hills off in the distance.
I ran my little fingers through the hair on his chest, our tongues pressed against one another. Gradually I moved lower over daddy's stomach until I found his still hard cock again. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked him. "That's it, honey," daddy stopped kissing me long enough to say. "It's best to always keep your daddy nice and hard."
"I want it inside me so bad. My little pussy is aching for you, daddy. What if you didn't make me pregnant the last time? I want more of your cum. Please, daddy. Fill up your little girl." I asked, but before he could answer I started kissing him.
We kissed for a long time as he squeezed me closer to him. Finally, he pulled away and looked into my eyes as he petted my hair. "Then I'll keep filling you with cum to make sure, little girl."
Daddy lifted me up and guided my body on top of him until I straddled his lap. I looked down at his fully hard cock pressing on my tiny hairless pussy. He moved his hips and ground against my little clitty, and it made my body shiver. "Go ahead, baby. Reach down there and take daddy's cock. Ease it into your pussy."
I wrapped my fingers around his package and stroked it along my lips, parting them, until his head disappeared. Even with only that little bit inside me, I felt filled, but I'm a greedy little girl. I wanted more of it. I wanted all of it. Slowly, I eased my body down and daddy's shaft vanished. That's it, honey." Daddy encouraged me as he reached up to squeeze my hickey covered breasts. "Now, grind your hips. Move back and forth so your clit rubs against me."
He squeezed me so hard, pinching my sore nipples between his fingers, twisting them one way and then the other. I did what he asked. I ground my hips back and forth. The day before, daddy took me and fucked me so aggressively. I loved it. I loved feeling like I was his to do with whatever he wanted. But this was great, too. I loved sitting on top of him like a playful little girl. I loved feeling his cock as deep as it could possibly get. That didn't stop me from trying to get it deeper. I ground so hard, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock. It made my body shiver. I tried to speak but my voice shuttered. I don't even know what I wanted to say. "It's ok little girl," daddy answered. "Just keep fucking your father. Can you feel it? Can you feel that you belong to me? I'm your daddy. I own you. You're mine."
I moved even faster, and daddy pushed up into me. "Do you want to cum, little girl?"
I nodded enthusiastically and daddy took one hand off my breast and moved it up to my throat. His hand gently applied a little bit of pressure. "I haven't given you permission yet. If you want to honor your father and be a good girl, my first rule is you need my permission to cum. Do you understand?"
I nodded again and his grip around my neck tightened. "Good girl, keep riding me. Keep fucking your father. I want you to get so close but you're going to obey me. You're going to hold it back."
My juices gushed out all over my daddy, which made it easier for me to grind faster and with more pressure. Back and forth; around and around, I moved my hips. Even with me on top, my daddy's hand on my throat made it feel like he was in control. I still felt like he owned me. He squeezed a little bit tighter; then a little more. I let out a moan as my body quivered. "Don't do it," Daddy snapped. "Don't you do it. Not without my permission."
"But daddy-" I cried, and he pressed his fingers harder into my flesh. I wanted to explode but I couldn't disappoint him. I tried to imagine a wall - a thick brick wall - holding back this incredible energy. It built and built and even though I knew it wasn't a good idea I imagined cracks forming. I tried to fight it but it was all too much. Daddy's cock was deep inside me. His hand was around my throat. My breasts were covered in hickeys from the day before. And my father's cum, from the first time he had ever fucked me, was somewhere deep inside my body, maybe even knocking on the door of my ovaries. I had to wait eighteen years for this, and it seemed impossible to wait a few more seconds.
"That's it, little girl. Who owns you?"
"You do, daddy. You own me," I whispered. By now his hand was so tight around my neck, I could barely speak. I opened my mouth to breathe and only a little bit of air got to my lungs.
"Are you always going to be a good girl for your daddy? Are you always going to obey me?
I tried but the words to answer couldn't come out.
"Give your father what he wants. Cum for me. Unleash it That's it. Cum all over your daddy's cock. Let it all go."
The brick wall in my mind shattered into nothing and all that energy I had been storing up unloaded. I felt possessed. My body moved in ways that didn't make sense. I wanted to topple over but I also wanted to fall back. I wanted to crunch up into a ball but at the same time, I wanted to stretch out. I clenched my hands and dug my nails into my daddy's chest. If I could have, I would have ripped him open. I would have kept digging until I had torn up the mattress and the floor. I would have torn through the concrete foundation and into the earth. The noises that came out of my mouth were like cries and moans and whimpers all at the same time. They came from the deepest part of me. "Oh my god, daddy. I can't stop."
Daddy let go of my throat and that seemed to unleash an even bigger wave of my orgasm. I came crashing down into my daddy and he wrapped his arms so tight around me pushing me all the way down on this cock. "Oh my god, oh my god! Daddy, it's too much."
"You feel amazing, little girl. You're going to make your father cum."
Even though my body was out of control I managed to keep moving my hips. The thought that daddy might unload into me gave me this brief focus. "I want it, daddy. Please give me your cum. Fill me up. Breed me. Make sure you put a baby inside me."
I pressed my lips to daddy's neck and I felt his cock throb. I realized I was wrong. It could get more intense. Feeling all that warm batter gush into my already soaking pussy brought on a whole other level where my emotions and my pleasure was indistinguishable from one another. I just began to cry and daddy held me so tight. "I don't know what's wrong," I sobbed.
But daddy assured me, "It's ok. Let it all out."
He patted my head as I continued to cum, and he continued to fill me up.
"I love you, little girl," he whispered in my ear. "You're my daughter. And you're going to be the mother of my child."
Tears fell from my eyes onto my daddy as aftershocks sent tremors down my spine all the way to my toes. "Shh," he said continuing to pet me. "It's ok. Daddy has you. I'm always going to have you."
I laid there on top of him, with his cock going limp inside of me. I didn't want to move from that spot. If I couldn't live forever and be his little girl, I wanted to die right there in his arms. If daddy ever decided I wasn't good enough this is where I wanted it all to end. But, for a moment daddy had taken away any doubt. I was his. I would always be his. We were going to have this amazing life where he breeds me over and over again, where I cook for him and take care of his kids, where I help raise the grandchildren he makes when he breeds our daughters after their eighteenth birthday. And the cycle will go on and on, just as it was meant to.