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Subject: Title story: "A Gift For My Dad" Author: Incest Man 59870157
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Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2005 03:03:10 +0000
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A Gift For My Dad by Fynne Smiling happily, I thought, today is the day. At
last, 12 years of school would come to a climax and I would graduate. I had even
won a prize for Maths. I was ready to celebrate in a wild way, especially
considering my 18th birthday was three weeks ago and I couldn't celebrate it
properly then because it fell in the middle of exam week. Adjusting my mortar
board to sit firmly on my head, I gazed at my reflection in the full length
mirror in my bedroom. My long, blonde hair, which was normally straight as an
arrow, tumbled luxuriously over my shoulders. It was worth the hassle of
sleeping in curlers to create this style. The bedroom lights made my hair gleam
and shine like satin. The effect was stunning. The royal blue of the graduation
gown and mortar board seemed to be made specifically to highlight my flaxen
curls. The gown draped in folds over my slim frame and hung perfectly to mid
calf. It was exactly the right shade to make my emerald eyes sparkle even
brighter and appear more piercing. My lips glimmered with pale pink lipstick -
Innocence - my favourite shade and curved into a satisfied smile. I looked
perfect and I looked that way for my father. Dad was my shining light.
Throughout my life, everything I did, I did with the express purpose of pleasing
him. I couldn't bear to think he would ever be disappointed in me and my
achievements, I couldn't handle the shame of letting him down. So I learned my
school work and I learned to bring him joy. To this end, I grew my hair long
because he thought it looked more feminine. I only used pale pink lipsticks and
nail polish as he said that anything else looked trampy. My whole life, I
studied as hard as I could. I didn't always achieve top grades but I tried my
best. My Dad knew I worked flat out and he loved me for trying so hard. I only
ever dated boys I knew that he would approve of and I never let them do anything
more than kiss me. Some people thought I was a tease but I didn't want to lead
them on. If they thought they would get it all from me, I wouldn't be able to
stop them. So I never let the boys think they had a chance. I was saving myself.
And today, finally, I could reward Dad's faith and trust in me. He took the day
off work to come with me to the afternoon ceremony and promised that in the
evening we would do whatever I liked to celebrate. I was so excited. It was his
40th birthday in a couple of weeks so we had decided to roll all the parties
into one big bash. "Beth? Are you ready to go yet?" His voice floated up the
stairs to my room. "In a minute Dad. I'll be right there." I slipped into my
black heels, took one final glance in the mirror, and headed downstairs, ready
to make my grand entrance. Dad was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. His face
broke into a huge smile, showing his dimples to their best advantage. "Oh Beth.
Honey, you look wonderful. I am so proud of my little girl." "Thanks Dad. I am
glad you're happy." I brushed a quick kiss across his lips and then reached up
to wipe away the smudge of Innocence I left there. "Shall we go, Dad?" "Soon
darling. I just want to take a few photos." After 15 minutes of posing and
shutters clicking, we were finally on our way. I could barely sit still in the
car. Nervous, excited, happy - I couldn't decide what I felt most. I glanced
across at my father, assured and in control in the driver's seat. His black
blazer showcased his hard chest and strong arms. His legs moved powerfully,
changing the gears and riding the pedals with ease. I was so proud of what he
had achieved. He owned the local gym and worked there part time as an
instructor. As well as instructing, he also managed the place single handed and
had the complete respect of all his staff. I adored gazing at his perfect body.
His muscles were toned and taut, but he wasn't bulky like the huge body
builders. He gave me a sense of security, protection. I never need be afraid in
his presence. His eyes were the same piercing emerald as mine and his hair was
only a shade or two darker than my own locks. Dad's hairline hadn't started to
recede yet and it was thick and lustrous. I often ran my hands through it just
to feel how soft it was. It made him smile dreamily when I brushed and stroked
his hair. I reached over now and stroked his hair lovingly. He smiled and
glanced at me. "I love you Dad." "I love you more, Beth." We arrived at the
school hall, along with hundreds of other people ready to celebrate this
milestone. The ceremony went off without a hitch. Everyone had a great time and
got carried away eating the refreshments. We threw our mortar boards in the air,
as per tradition. Funny though, they never tell you how hard it is afterwards to
find your own hat again. But we survived and returned our gowns and mortars in
tact after another lengthy photo shoot. "Just one more, one more shot," seemed
to be the most heard cry on the front lawn. The parents just couldn't get enough
of their darling children who were turning into adults before their very eyes. I
said a teary goodbye to all my friends. The whole event was so incredibly
emotional. The speeches were inspiring and the class clown lived up to his
reputation. At last, I was alone with Dad. I hugged him tightly, and pressed
myself against his toned chest, making full body contact. Now that I had given
my gown back, Dad could see that I was wearing a short, tight red skirt and a
loose filmy cream blouse. It complimented my tanned skin and showed a hint of
cleavage. I was ready to party hard! "Let's get this party started, Dad!" I
cried enthusiastically. "OK, baby. Don't bust your girdle!" he teased. "Hey! You
know I don't need to wear a girdle." I fluttered my lashes at him. Would he
understand that I was trying to seduce him? That I was no longer playing the
innocent daughter? We got back into the Mercedes and drove to the most expensive
restaurant in town. When Dad wanted to show me a good time, he went all out and
spared no expense!! You had to admire that! We settled back in our chairs after
an exquisite meal and slowly sipped our way through our second bottle of
champagne. As I said, nothing but the best for his girl. "Dad, let's go dancing!
I want to rock and roll." "Whatever my girl wants, we shall do. Tonight I am
your slave, Beth." Arching my eyebrow suggestively, I whispered, "Do you mean
that Dad? Are you prepared to do anything for me?" Looking a little surprised,
he replied, "Of course!. You know I only want you to be happy." Smiling, feeling
satisfied that I had planted the seeds of my ultimate plan, I proposed that we
should move on at once to the hippest nightclub in the city. I knew my Dad could
groove on the dance floor and we often danced in our lounge room, bounding and
jumping like maniacs. Everything was going swimmingly. At the club, the music
was loud and pumping. It was fantastic. Whenever we needed to speak to each
other, we had to whisper into each other's ear. I made sure my lips brushed
against his lobe and remained there just a little longer than was necessary. I
breathed softly into his ear and I could see him shiver. We danced for hours,
sometimes together, sometimes with another partner. Swirling and circling,
swaying and sliding. I was lost in the moment and watched the lights pulsing to
the beat of my heart. Suddenly a slow song pounded through the speakers. I
stared around the dance floor and bang, there he was. My father's piercing eyes
met mine and we drifted into each others arms. Softly, tenderly we swayed in
time to the music. I snuggled against his shoulder and made sure my pelvis was
rubbing against his. As the song drew to a close, I whispered, "Time to go home,
Dad. I want to give you a special present. My gift to you for being such a great
father." He was starting to appear a little wary and unsure of what was
happening. But being ever trustful of his only daughter, he did as I asked. When
we arrived home, I told him to get comfortable in the lounge as I wanted to take
a shower to wash off the smell of cigarette smoke. While I was upstairs I
prepared his bedroom for my gift. I turned down the cover on his huge four
poster bed and brought about a dozen scented candles into the room. I placed
them strategically on the dresser and other bits of furniture. Carefully, I lit
them all to release the wonderful aromatic flavours they would produce. I
quickly showered and dressed in only a rose satin robe. I made my way back
downstairs and into the lounge. He was sitting on the sofa. He had taken his
shirt off, kicked his shoes to the side and loosed the belt on his trousers.
Almost too easy, I thought. His head was resting against the back of the sofa
and I saw that he was dozing lightly. Silently, I spread his legs slightly and
moved myself between them. I leaned over and kissed him gently on his sensual
lips. I kissed him again more insistently. His mouth fell open a touch and I
used the opportunity to flick my tongue into his mouth and run it across his
teeth. That was when I knew he woke up. "Baby," he murmured. "What are you
doing?" "I am rewarding you for all the years you loved me unconditionally. For
the times when you held my hand and helped me through the many small problems
and the big crises." "Honey, no. You shouldn't be doing this. I did all those
things because I love you. You are my daughter and I want only the best for
you." "Daddy, you are the best thing for me. I saved myself all this time
because I knew you were the perfect man to love me properly for the first time."
His eyebrows shot to the top of his forehead, his eyes were huge and luminous.
"What are you saying, Bethie? Do you really mean this?" "Dad, I want to give you
my virginity. I think it is the only gift I can give to the man who gave me life
and made my life wonderful." Taking advantage of his stunned state, I took his
hands in mine and gently but insistently pulled him out of the chair and up the
stairs to his bedroom. He entered slowly and peered about him. Maybe he thought
he was on Candid Camera? Gradually he realised that I meant what I had said and
he would be given my greatest treasure. I kissed him deeply as we moved towards
the bed, covered in soft pillows and satin sheets. My tongue probed his mouth as
I explored its depths and caverns. I felt him start to relax and become more
involved with kissing me. I ran my hands through the tight blond curls on his
chest and tweaked his nipples with my fingers. "Oh, Daddy," I breathed. "I love
you so much." Just before he sat on the bed, I undid his trousers properly and
let them fall to the floor. He stepped away from them and I could feel his
erection starting to grow despite his reluctance. I kneeled down in front of him
and took hold of the waistband of his boxers in my teeth. With great cunning, I
pulled them down over his muscled thighs and calfs. Finally, he stood naked
before me. I stepped back to gaze at this stunning body. I drank him in and
noted the chiselled torso and beautiful firm ass. Lightly I ran my fingers over
his body, tracing the outline of his sculptured biceps and finely toned abdomen.
He stood still with his eyes closed, moaning every now and then, when I touched
a particularly sensitive area. I couldn't bear it a moment longer. I needed to
have closer contact with him and threw myself onto him. I wrapped my arms around
him and twined my legs around his. We kissed passionately for the longest
eternity. Dad looked as weak and vulnerable as I felt. So I pushed him down onto
the bed and laid him out on his back. His cock now stood straight and tall at
right angle to his body. It was a magnificent specimen. It was about 7 inches
long and incredibly thick. When he entered me, it was going to hurt. His balls
were heavy and full of thick juicy cum. I couldn't wait for him to unload into
my virgin pussy. The whole purpose of this evening was for him to pierce my
hymen and be the first man to enter me with love. Anything more than that would
take place on another occasion. And after tonight, I was sure there were going
to be many, many more occasions. Standing beside the bed, I waited until he was
staring at me and I had his full attention. Then I slowly let the satin robe I
was wearing drop below my shoulders. Like an imagined whisper, the robe then
slid to the ground and I showed Dad my entire glory. His eyes grew huge and
round. He hungrily devoured the sight of my c cup breasts sitting high and full,
my flat stomach and the gracious curve of my hips. My pussy was trimmed into the
shape of a heart and he spent many moments contemplating this. "Dad, are you
pleased? Did I turn out to be everything you hoped for?" With a strangled groan,
he uttered, "Oh God, Beth. You are so fabulously splendid. An absolute angel. I
can't take your virginity from you." Without another word, I climbed onto the
bed beside him and leaned over to kiss the tip of his cock. He realised there
was no longer a choice. My tongue slid up and down his strong shaft and played
tiny circles around and around the base. I spread his legs and knelt between
them so I could look up into his face and enjoy his pleasure. Sucking and
blowing like an expert, I felt his balls tighten and his rod get stiffer and
harder. Instinctively knowing that the timing was right, I raised up and
straddled his body. I positioned my pussy directly above his cock, ready for him
to thrust deep inside and make me a true woman. Ever so slowly, increasing his
tension and anticipation, I lowered my slit over his shaft. I felt his head push
through my wet, swollen, throbbing pussy lips. He moaned and I gasped with the
new senses it was arousing in me. I watched his face flick between expressions
of horror that he was about to fuck his baby girl and pure lust that he was
taking the purity of someone special. His dick reached my internal barrier and
with steady pressure, I pushed down harder onto him. I felt a flash of pain as
he broke through and entered my greatest depths. Pausing for a little while, I
became used to the feeling of this thick sensitive cock deep inside. Then I
started to raise and lower my hips. Gently moving into a natural rhythm, I felt
him respond. I decided to give him some encouragement. "Fuck me Dad. Fuck your
little slut daughter. Cum in me and make me beg for more." Once again, his eyes
flew open in horror at the vulgar language emerging from his precious girl's
lips. But when he saw the lust and longing in my face, he knew I was honestly
wanting him to give me the ride of my life. "Bethie, my darling bitch slave.
Slam your pussy on your Dad. Grind me down, screw me hard, you little slag." I
started rocking faster and faster. We were thrusting and pulsing in perfect
unison. It seemed that we were destined for this moment. Crying out and moaning,
I thrashed my arms on his chest. He reached up and fondled my tits, squeezing
and pulling on my tender nipples. "Fuck me Beth, fuck your Dad like an animal."
"Oh god, Daddy. You hurt so good. Make me yours, root me, hump me, pump me.
Oooohhhhh just fuck me hard." Deeper and deeper his cock thrust into my well.
The juice was pouring out of my pussy as I screamed in complete ecstasy. Closer
and closer we were getting to the peak of our desire. Moaning and calling out
each other's names I felt him start to explode inside me. "Beeeetthhhh," he
shouted. I came in a shattering orgasm a second later. "Fuuck, Dad. Ohhh fuck."
Still pumping hard, I rode his cock like a demon possessed. Wild animals driven
by pure lust, we continued until my pussy had squeezed every bit of juice from
his powerful dick. Panting and exhausted, I fell forward onto his chest, his
cock remaining firmly in my wet pussy. We kissed and massaged each other, unable
to get enough of touching and feeling to try and believe that this was all real
and not a beautiful dream. "Thank you Dad," I murmured into his ear. "That was
the most sensual experience I have ever had." Finally, we drifted off to sleep
with me still lying on top of him, my head snuggled comfortably against his
shoulder. We remained that way all night, his dick inside me, so that when we
woke up the next morning, the memory of this night would return at once. My
virgin hole felt stretched and tender in the most delicious way. I knew I would
never forget this night and who knows what we would do over the coming weeks.
There were so many positions and styles of love making to try, that we may never
get out of bed again!
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