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Subject: Title story: "A Love of a Lifetime" Author: INCEST MAN 57854216
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Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2005 18:59:35 +0000
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A Love of a Lifetime by Kitten20057 Chelsea smiled to herself as she glanced in
the mirror for the fifteenth time that night. She was finally going to do it.
Her long brown hair gleamed and her skin looked flawless even to her, which
seemed unnatural as she was her own worse critic. Her brown eyes seemed to shine
as she daydreamed about the night ahead. She knew that everything had to be
perfect or it would never work. She tried to shake the bad thoughts that seemed
to creep in suddenly. Glancing in the mirror again, she saw herself as only she
could. The fat, unwanted, unhappy girl that she has always been. Never before
had she seen herself as she had just minutes before. Instead in her place, there
stood the same plain-Jane she had always been. Tears formed in Chelsea's eyes
but hearing the sound of tires in the drive she quickly sucked them up. There
would be other times to cry if tonight didn't go well. But Chelsea wasn't going
to give up tonight without a fight. She ran downstairs, the sound of her shoes
making a clip-clop noise on the floor. Chelsea didn't care... there wasn't
anyone but herself to hear the sound. The only person that she cared about was
the person that would soon be coming in the door, smiling and oh so loving. The
door slammed and Chelsea heard the patter of feet moving toward the stairs. She
rushed to the kitchen, not wanting to give away the surprise too soon. Her mouth
smiling and her heart soaring, she checked on dinner, plating it knowing that he
would be hungry and wanting to eat as soon as he came to the table. Once dinner
was on the table, Chelsea had nothing to do but wait until he returned from his
shower. That was their routine: Chelsea would have dinner cooked, ready, and
waiting on him while he took a shower. After they ate, they often went their
separate ways. One returning to their room and the other sitting down to walk
television, but not tonight. Chelsea had other plans. Plans that would hopefully
come to be true. He walked down the stairs after a long hot shower, enjoying the
feeling of air on his hot skin. His mind full of the images that he had run
through during the shower, made him slightly hard. He had touched himself,
thinking of the young woman that worked in his office, the one that always
seemed to wear almost nothing to work and seemed forever bent over, showing her
breast and the fact that she rarely wore panties. However the face on this woman
had not been her own, instead hair had been brown not blonde, and the eyes a
lovely shade of brown almost green. Her face had been one that he had stared at
for many years, only just lately seeing the beauty that was there. Her face had
been his daughter's, one that he could not seem to get out of his mind. He
dreaded the moments that he spent with her, worried that she would know that he
was dreaming about her, fantasizing about doing things to her that no man,
especially not her father, should be doing to her. He knew it was wrong but he
couldn't stop thinking about her, naked, panting for him to fill her. Begging
him to pleasure like only he could. Lately he seemed to be spending more time
away from home so that he wouldn't have to be worried that he wouldn't be able
to control himself. He stepped into the dinning room and groaned silently at the
picture before him. There she was, leaning against the counter, her skirt almost
showing her ass, and he wanted nothing more than to turn her slowly around, open
her thighs, pull her panties aside and fuck her until she screamed. He noticed
suddenly that she was dressed different from the way she normally did. Instead
of the long, almost virginal skirts that she seemed to live in, one that didn't
seem to want to cover her behind had replaced it. Just looking at it, seeing the
way that it groped her ass, he knew that tonight was going to be a long one.
Chelsea heard her father coming downstairs and decided that now was a time for
action. She pulled herself up as if she was trying to reach something from the
cabinet, knowing that Daddy would love the way her bottom was highlighted
against the arch of her back. She smiled to herself almost seeing the look of
lust on his face. She knew he wanted her, had known for almost a month now, but
because he was so stubborn, so thick-headed he couldn't see that she was also
feeling a lust for him, one that she had battled for many, many years. She had
dreamed, fantasized, about him coming to her one night, taking her to bed and
loving her like no one ever would. Chelsea finished teasing her father and they
sat down to eat dinner, watching each other, thinking of the night ahead of
them. Chelsea of the things she would do to him, Richard of the things that he
would do to himself once she went to bed. Once dinner was over, Richard thought
that they would adjourn to their normal after dinner retreats but Chelsea had
other plans. "Daddy, will u play a game with me? It has been so long since we
have talked or done anything together, that I am worried u don't love me
anymore," Chelsea said, tears coming to her eyes letting her father know that
she was actually scared about this. Richard, not knowing that this was all a
device to lure him to her, pulled Chelsea into his arms, holding her close for
the first time in a long time. She snuggled into his shoulder just like she had
when she was younger and she was afraid. Sometimes he forgot that she was almost
grown up. She was 18 and this fall would be moving away to college. The thought
of not seeing her for months, not being able to hear her laugh, feel the warmth
of her smile, made him squeeze her tight to him, almost cutting off her air
supply. Finally even though she loved the feeling of being in his arms, Chelsea
croaked, "Daddy, you are choking me. I can't breathe." She giggled as Richard
mumbled, "Sorry, baby, I got a little carried away." Chelsea thought to herself,
"Well anytime you want to carry me away upstairs you can." She smiled at that.
Chelsea felt her daddy pull her by her hand until she and he were sitting on the
couch, she leaning into his arms. They talked for a while, always polite, never
saying what they each wanted to say. Chelsea longed for him to take her back
into his arms, holding her tightly, and press her up against his hard body.
Images entered Richard's mind, fleeting, never standing still. Chelsea lying
spread eagle on the bed, hands between her thighs, pleasuring herself. Himself,
touching his cock, feeling it pulsate, knowing that in minutes, seconds, hours,
it was going to be inside her. Another one of her on her knees, sucking him into
her mouth, lovingly caressing his cock, as she watched him and his reaction.
Just then Chelsea woke her father out of the state of bliss that he was in.
"Daddy, are u ok? You look really red and you are breathing funny. You aren't
having a heart attack are you?" Richard smiled to himself, thinking that if he
ever got her into bed he probably would have a heart attack or die trying
anyway. Chelsea knew that soon she would lose her father's attention so it was
time to jump into action. She leaned into kiss him, almost on the cheek but not
quite, he turned and the kiss ended up lip to lip. She moaned because success
had been achieved. She was going to be his. Richard started at the feeling of
her lips. They were so soft, silky, and oh so unknowledgeable about kissing...he
could tell this was her first. Tonight was going to be a night of firsts. The
kiss continued as the passion rolled heavily through the air. It was almost as
if there was electricity pushing them together. Chelsea moaned as her father's
tongue entered her mouth, much like his cock would later enter her sweet virgin
pussy. Soon her mouth was not the only thing that was in contact with him. She
pushed and prodded until she was straddling him, her thighs surrounding him. She
could feel his cock through his sweat pants and the knowledge that she had made
him hard almost made her cum. Just the thought of him, wanting her, needing her
the same way that she needed him was more than enough to make her wet. Pulling
her mouth from his, she leaned back until her hips came in full contact with the
bulge in his pants. She watched him as she rubbed him between her thighs, her
hips working as if she was already riding him. The look of pleasure was
overwhelming. Not one to be left out, Richard placed his hands on her breast
through her dress. He could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra and the thought
excited him. He knew now that she had planned this the whole time. He ran his
fingers slowly over her nipples, hearing her draw in her breath. He smiled and
thought oh I get to seduce you now, baby... you are all mine. He grasped the
bottom of her dress watching her reaction knowing that at anything if she wanted
to stop he would. Seeing no hesitation, he continue pulling over her hips, her
small waistline, seeing her breast come into view and then finally over her
head. Richard stared at her, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her breasts were
perfectly proportioned and the areolas a light pink. Her nipples were rock hard
and the size of a dime. His mouth water and he could not contain himself.
Leaning in, he pulled her nipple into his mouth. The other he took into his
hand. Chelsea groaned and arched her back allowing him to pull more of her into
his mouth. She tasted so sweet, smelt like vanilla ice-cream and made him dream
of long days in bed. She made the cutest little moans almost as if she were
unable to talk but suddenly she said just as if she were a dream, "Daddy, please
please fuck me. I have wanted you inside me for so long." Richard smiled but
continued to lightly suck her nipple, as his hand tortured her other one. His
free hand made a journey to the juncture of her thighs. He discovered something
he had not noticed until then. She was panty-less. He pulled away from her,
grinning at her groan and looked down at the sight of her pussy. Just skin
stared at him. She shaves her pussy, he thought to himself and the thought sent
him over the edge. Pulling her head back, he ravaged her throat, leaving marks
for everyone to see. He grabbed her waist and stood up, allowing her to wrap her
legs around his hips. She yelped almost afraid she had angered him but one look
at his face and she knew that now she was going to get the fucking that she had
always wanted. He turned and then lowered her to the couch where he had been
sitting but this time she lay. He watched her as he pulled his pants down
revealing a cock hard and purple from its abuse. Coming to his senses for a few
minutes he took in the picture that she made as she lounged legs spread and
breasts red from his sucking. He followed her down on the couch and taking the
time to stop and think he asked, "Are you sure you want to do this, baby? I
don't want to hurt you, and I want to make sure that this is what u want to do."
Chelsea looked at her father with all the love that over the years had become a
different kind than was the norm for daughters and daddies. He saw the answer in
her eyes, but decided to wait until the words came from her. Chelsea pulled him
closer to her, until he was supporting himself over her with his elbows and
whispered, "Yes, Daddy, please make love to me." Not wasting anytime, Richard
lowered himself until he was aligned with her. He leaned in and kissed her,
trying to make sure that her mind was not on the feeling of pain between her
legs. His tongue twined with hers as he quickly made her a woman. Chelsea felt
the pain but was too caught up in the kiss that she was experiencing to care.
The pain disappeared and was replaced with a feeling of being full. Never before
had she felt that good. It was better than the feelings her finger gave her
right before her orgasms. Her father broke the kiss and leaned up on his elbows
to look down at her. She smiled showing him that she was really enjoying
herself. Just then he went deep inside her, causing her to arch her back to
allow him better access. The look on her face was one of extreme joy. "Oh,
Daddy, you feel so good inside me, I am going to cum soon," Chelsea cried
hearing herself begging but not caring. The sound of Chelsea's moaning and
groaning, not to mention the feeling of her tight, wet, virgin pussy wrapped
around his cock had Richard about ready to cum. "Yes, baby, cum on daddy's cock.
Let Daddy feel you cum on his cock. When we are done baby, I am going to suck my
cum out of your tight pussy. Oh, yeah baby!" At his words of encouragement,
Chelsea creamed even more. The dirty talk was nothing like she had ever
experienced before and she came hard around his cock. She screamed, "Yes, daddy,
fuck me, fuuuccckkk mmeeeee!" Richard watched Chelsea's face as she came. It was
a breath-taking site. He felt the feeling of her pussy clenching around his cock
and he came, shooting deep inside her, knowing that he shouldn't have, but not
caring at the time. As Chelsea felt the hot feeling of her father's sperm enter
her cunt, she came again. Slowly the two lovers came back to earth, cuddling and
cooing at the feel of the other's naked flesh against theirs. Chelsea wondered
if perhaps now that everything was over, that the moment had past, maybe her
father would feel guilt, but one look at his face and she knew...he loved her as
much as she loved him.
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