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Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my story editor & sometime web page designer. A better editor I could never find. One day there is going to be a very, very lucky lady who manages to snatch you up. If I weren't already married, you'd be dead in my sights. I hope you enjoy this little fantasy that I've created for you.
Sweet, Sweet Amy ~ Chapter XIII ~ Amy
Story Codes: M/g, Incest, Romantic, ConsensualPosted: 25 February 2010
That first day, after Daddy and I made love for the first time, was one of the best days of my life. I was so happy, I felt as though nothing could ever make me feel sad again. My Daddy loved me, just the way that he would love a grown woman, and that made me feel so very special. I was also having a lot of fun. I had a new toy, and I was immensely pleased with myself because of the reactions that I could get from Daddy just by touching it. That first morning after we made love again, I led him to the shower holding his cock in my hand, like it was a leash or something. I thought it was funny, but Daddy seemed to find it arousing, for some reason.
By the time we got to the bathroom and I had reached in to turn on the shower, Daddy's cock was all swollen and stiff again. He was looking at me in a way that I would soon become very familiar with. I didn't really recognize what that look was on that first morning, but I came to know that it was a look of complete lust. I was learning what it meant to have someone devour you with their eyes. As I stepped into the shower I took his cock in my hand again, tugging it to make him follow me. When we were both inside I slid the door closed and let go of Daddy's cock, stepping under the water. I didn't need to wash my hair because this was my second shower that morning, but I let it get wet again anyway.
"Wash me, Daddy?" I said, handing him the bar of soap.
I just wanted to feel his hands on my body, and my evil little mind thought that asking him to bathe me would be a fun way to tease him a little. I had no idea that my plan would backfire very quickly.
Even at that age, I loved very hot showers. Hot water streaming over my body combined with thick steam was relaxing, and I loved it. I still do. As Daddy's hands slid slowly over my body, I closed my eyes and leaned back against the tile wall. Daddy began at my neck, his fingertips pressing against the sides and back, massaging my neck muscles as he lathered me with soap. As his hands slid slowly down my shoulders and upper arms, I sighed deeply, my hands moving to lay flat against the wall.
I felt him take one arm in both of his hands, lifting it up and lathering first my forearm, then my hand, being careful to slowly wash between all of my fingers. He repeated this with my other arm, and then he moved his hands slowly up my arms, back to my shoulders. I felt him turning me with his hands; without opening my eyes, I turned around and raised my hands above my head, again laying my palms flat to the wall. He slowly slid his hands up and down my back, then under my arms, then back down again until he was soaping my butt.
My breathing began to quicken as I felt Daddy's hands on my butt cheeks, kneading and massaging them, paying far more attention than he needed to just to wash me. It felt lovely! Even in the heat of the shower, I shivered a little, arching my back and pushing my butt out, silently asking him to move his hand lower, between my legs. He didn't give me what I wanted, though; I felt his hands on my hips, gently urging me to turn around again. Disappointed, I complied.
When I had turned around, I again leaned back so that my shoulders were resting against the wall, my hands at my sides, palms on the tile. Daddy's soapy hands slid from my hips slowly up my sides, then across my chest. His, big, strong hands lingered at my nipples, and I felt another shiver run through my body as he toyed with them, his thumbs making small circles over them. This was all so new to me, and it was so very exciting!
I was beginning to feel my pussy respond to Daddy's caresses on my nipples. His hands were gripping me around the chest, his thumbs massaging and rubbing my nipples. When his soapy fingers pinched them, I gasped, my pussy spasming in response. I felt a moist heat beginning to build inside of me. I focused on that feeling, still amazed that Daddy could make me respond this way without touching my pussy.
I felt his hands slide slowly down my body, one sliding behind me to reach down and stroke the cheeks of my butt, the other sliding over my tummy, then lower, sliding his fingers over my pussy. I spread my legs eagerly, craving his touch. The hand that was playing with my butt slid lower, and I felt all of his fingers between my legs, stroking, teasing, making me moan quietly. I had to hold on to one of his arms with both hands to keep my balance. I closed my eyes and just let the feelings wash over and through me.
One of Daddy's fingers kept rubbing back and forth over that sensitive spot, sending shocks through my pussy, making me gasp. Then, without any warning, I felt two fingers slide firmly inside of me, one in my pussy, the other into my butt. My knees went weak, and I sagged downwards, which only pushed his fingers more firmly into me. He started moving them in little circles, keeping them buried deep inside of me. The sensation was unbelievable, and I cried out loudly, an unintelligible, guttural sound. My hips began swiveling in sharp, quick circles, creating more friction that almost made me pass out with pleasure.
I kept Daddy's arm gripped tightly in one hand; with the other I reached up and pulled his head down to mine, kissing him deeply, shoving my tongue into his mouth. My hips stopped moving in circles, and began to thrust back and forth, impaling myself on his fingers. My mind started to go blank, the only thing I was aware of was the sensations ripping through my body, all centered on my pussy, and my incoherent grunting into Daddy's mouth with each thrust of my hips.
When it hit me, both of my arms shot around Daddy's neck as I held on for dear life. I let my hips sink down, burying his fingers deeply inside of me as I screamed out my pleasure. My entire body shook, shuddered, and twitched through the most amazing thing I'd felt yet. When it began to subside, I still hung on to Daddy's neck, afraid that I wouldn't be able to stand up. As my body slowly relaxed, twitching once in a while, I felt Daddy's fingers slowly slide out from inside of me. I whimpered quietly at the sudden emptiness.
My chest was heaving, I had trouble catching my breath. Daddy helped me support my weight with one hand held cupped over my pussy, the other gripping my butt, holding me up so I wouldn't collapse on the floor of the shower. I closed my eyes and laid my head against his chest, my breathing slowly returning to normal.
"Oh, Daddy," I sighed, "that was just perfect..."
I felt him squeeze my pussy gently with his hand as he leaned down and kissed the top of my head.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Princess," he said quietly.
I sighed again, then straightened up. Looking down, I saw Daddy's cock, swollen and stiff, pointing up at me. With one hand, I reached out and gently stroked my fingertips along the length of it, loving the feel of the soft, loose skin over the rigid hardness inside. I kept stroking it slowly. Looking up at him from under my eyelashes, I gave him a naughty smile.
"It's your turn now, Daddy," I whispered.
Slowly, never letting go of his cock, I squatted down lower and lower, looking right into Daddy's eyes. I went to my knees in front of him, and took it both hands, slowly stroking my hands up and down the length of it, smiling up at him. Then I turned my full attention to what was in front of me.
It was beautiful.
It rose up out of its nest of dark, curly hair. I could feel it pulsing in my hands. I stared at the heavy veins that ran crookedly along the length of it, dark blue ridges that throbbed almost visibly. The top of it reminded me of a helmet, or the cap of some strange mushroom. I loved the way the skin slid back and forth over the hardness, how the top felt almost velvety soft and spongy. I placed my thumbs on the very tip of it, one on either side of the little hole there, and pulled them apart, opening that little hole. I was struck with an idea.
I extended the tip of my tongue and poked it into that small opening. I heard Daddy gasp, felt his hips thrust forward slightly. It was really sensitive in there! I closed my lips on the tip of it and dug my tongue as deeply into the little hole as I could. Daddy groaned loudly. Pulling my head back, I looked up to see Daddy staring down at me, his eyes kind of glazed over.
With one hand, I reached down and cupped his balls, weighing them in my hand. They felt heavy, and as my fingers ran over them, I felt them tighten and pull up against his body. I grinned. That was cool! Still stroking his cock slowly with one hand, the other playing with his balls, I leaned in and kissed it near the base. I remembered the way that Daddy had reacted earlier when I licked it, and smiled to myself.
I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, letting it slide across the width of his cock. Slowly, I slid my mouth towards the end, so that my tongue slid along the bottom of it, all the way to the tip. It twitched sharply when my tongue slid over the end. I slid my mouth back down to the bottom, then back to the top again. This time, I turned my head and opened my mouth wide, sliding as much of it in as I could, sealing my lips around it and sucking it gently. Daddy's hands came to the sides of my head as he groaned loudly.
"Oh, Jesus! My God, Amy..."
I rolled my eyes up. Staring straight into Daddy's eyes, I began to slowly move my head up and down on his swollen cock, feeling it pulse and throb inside my mouth. I let my tongue slither over the bottom of it as I started to move steadily, back and forth, my hand following my mouth. Remembering what Daddy had done to me, I slid the hand that was cupping his balls back between his legs, and poked my finger around until I found his butt hole. I slid it in to the first knuckle. Daddy's hands tightened in my hair, and he began to thrust his hips back and forth harder, shoving his cock in and out of my mouth. I sucked even harder on it.
"Oh God, Baby, yes! You dirty little girl! Suck Daddy's cock, Princess. Suck your Daddy's cock like a dirty little girl!"
I shivered, a naughty thrill running through me when he started talking to me like that.
I slid my finger further into Daddy's butt, and felt him respond by shoving his cock into my mouth even harder. He was grunting softly with each thrust, our eyes stayed locked together as I tightened my grip on his cock. My tongue slithered around and around the head of it in my mouth, and I felt it swell a little, growing thicker in my hand. I spread my knees to steady myself, my head rocking backwards with each thrust of my Daddy's cock into my mouth. I was determined that this time when he came, I was going to manage to hold on to every drop.
Suddenly he thrust forward hard, slamming his thick cock against the back of my throat, nearly gagging me. He let out a hoarse, loud groan, and just as he started to pull back again, I felt the first hot gush of his come pouring into my mouth, coating my tongue with his salty thickness. I followed his cock, keeping my lips sealed around the end, then my head was shoved backwards again as he slammed it back into my mouth. With each thrust, more of the hot fluid flooded my mouth. I swallowed quickly, his cock still held firmly between my lips; as soon as I did, another jet of it streamed across my tongue.
My eyes were still locked to his. His lip curled back, almost in a snarl.
"Take it, Baby. Take your Daddy's come, you nasty little girl. Take all of it!"
I moaned as that delicious thrill rushed through me again. The streams of his come were getting easier to manage now, less fluid spraying from his cock with each thrust. Finally, he sagged a little, and I slowly swirled my tongue around the head of it once more, licking the last traces of come from it. I let it slip from my mouth for a moment, and then swallowed. I licked my lips quickly, then sucked it back into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue, all the while looking up into Daddy's eyes. I giggled as he twitched and jerked as my tongue played with the little slit at the end of it. Finally, I let it fall from my mouth and nuzzled my cheek along it's length. It was softening now.
"Did I do a good job, Daddy?" I asked innocently.
He was panting, looking down at me with something like shock in his eyes. Then he grinned crookedly.
"Don't play coy with me," he said. "You know damned well you did a good job."
I smiled.
I know now why I loved it so much. It was power. Everything that Daddy felt, every single reaction that he had, every bit of it was all caused by me. I did that to him. I made him feel the things he felt. It was the sweetest power I'd ever experienced.
I kissed his cock lightly, looking up at him.
"Mine," I said. "All mine..."
I stood up and wrapped my arms around his waist, laying my head on his chest as he hugged me close to him. I smiled. He had called me a dirty girl, a nasty girl. Now that I knew he liked me being dirty and nasty, well...
"That was fun, Daddy," I said quietly. "But it was just a start. When we get back from the mall, I want to be your nasty, dirty little girl again."
I looked up into his eyes.
"I want you to fuck me all night long, Daddy..."
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We finished showering, and got ourselves put together so we could go to the mall. We actually made it a quick shopping trip, and then we stopped and had burgers for lunch on the way home. When we got back, I told Daddy that I had an art project I needed to do for school, and I went upstairs to my room. I got the iron and the ironing board out of the hall closet and brought them in, too.
One of the things I'd asked Daddy to get was some iron on transfers, just letters and stuff, and one with things like flowers and hearts other designs. I had a plan; I was going to make a little present for Daddy.
I had a matching white cotton cami and panties set, almost brand new, and I pulled them out of my drawer. Then I set to work. When I was finished, I looked at my results, and grinned. Daddy was going to love this! I quickly stripped off my clothes, and then I put the cami and the panties on, and a pair of baggy khaki shorts. I skipped downstairs to find him. He was in the living room, watching television, drinking a beer. I grinned and picked his beer up, taking a sip, then put it back. Stepping in front of him, I threw one arm behind my head, resting my other hand on my hip. I cocked that hip to one side and smiled at him.
"How do you like my art project, Daddy?" I asked.
The front of my cami now read, "My Heart Belongs To Daddy," in pink letters, and a big red heart instead of the actual word.
He grinned.
"I like that!" he said proudly.
"There's more, though, Daddy," I said. I kind of swung my hips from side to side, smiling at him.
"Oh? And do I get to see it?"
I stepped closer to him, placing my hands on the arms of the chair and leaning forward.
"Only if you take my shorts off," I whispered.
A smile came across his face, slowly. He reached out and unbuttoned my shorts, then pulled the zipper down. He pushed them down my legs, and I straightened up, stepping out of them. I watched his smile turn into a wide grin.
Across the front of my panties, in the same pink letters as the cami, were the words, "So Does This." Under that was a red arrow, pointing straight down between my legs. I grinned at him.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
He started to laugh loudly, grinning at me.
"You little minx!"
I stayed dressed in just my cami and panties for the rest of the afternoon. Every once in a while, I caught Daddy looking at me, then down at my panties, a big smile on his face.
And when we went to bed that evening?
Well... I'll Daddy tell you about that part...
~ To Be Continued ~