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Living With Daddy Ch. 1 by Jool My parents were divorced when I was thirteen,
and my Mom took me to live in Florida when I was fourteen, so it was very hard
for me to live halfway across the country while my Dad, one of my most favourite
people in the whole world, lived alone in Portland, Oregon. I didn't see him in
three years, but we would spend a lot of time talking on the phone, and writing
e-mails to each other. They'd only been divorced three years when I begged her
to let me go live with him for six months. She agreed, reluctantly. She thought
he was too strict and harsh at times but perhaps his disciplinary edge might be
good for me, (being your typically insane and sometimes out of control seventeen-year-
old) even if only for half a year. I had "different" feelings about my father
than most other girls had - I always had, even as a little girl. I can't explain
it, I don't know why I feel them. All I know is that I love him, heaps. So very
much, in a way which might be considered unusual. I used to have dreams when I
was eight and nine years old, dreams which I never understood. All I knew was
that they left my bed wet and they left me confused and scared but elated too.
Living with him for six months, I was hoping it might clarify things for me. I
had good feelings about it. I was excited and nervous and shy and scared all at
once. Dad had changed in three years. He'd put on at least a hundred pounds, and
was quite large. He was taller and more menacing than I remembered. But there
was still something about him which I was intrigued by and attracted to. He
hugged me when I stepped into the airport, and as soon as I felt those huge,
strong arms around me I knew everything was the same as it had been years
earlier. I was a completely different girl but I was still the girl he loved. He
let me know this with a kiss on my cheek and a quick whisper in my ear: "Hi
baby!" The breath from his mouth tickled on my ears and I knew he felt me shiver
under his lips. The drive home was quiet and awkward. We both seemed unsure,
uncertain. There was an element of shyness and mute tension between us. I felt
his presence fill the car up, not only was he larger in body now, but his spirit
seemed bigger. I wasn't sure why, I thought maybe now that I was older, he would
seem smaller and easier to manipulate but this wasn't the case at all. He drove
the car quite madly, crunching the gear shift a number of times, and throwing me
around in the passengers seat as he swerved corners and other cars. I fell into
him, my hands flying out to hold onto something. My hand slipped off his leg and
into his groin, between his legs. And I felt his erection through his trousers.
I quickly sat back in the seat and held onto the door handle so I wouldn't go
flying again! It was so strange walking back in through the front door of that
house. Nothing had changed, it was the same furniture, same smell, same
everything. Even Rexy came bounding up to me, jumping up on me in overwhelmed
enthusiasm. Rexy was the family dog, he was only a couple of years old when we'd
left, and now he was a fully grown Jack-Russell Terrier, rock-hard in body, pure
muscle. He wasn't a huge dog, but his strength was unsettling as he almost
pushed me back on the couch. I laughed as he licked all over my hands and
fingers. Daddy laughed too, then growled at the dog to get down. Rexy ran off
happily to get one of his play toys. "He's excited to see someone else in the
house, I think. We don't get many visitors." My heart ached to think of him so
lonely and secluded. I went to him and wrapped my arms around him. I rested my
cheek on his chest quietly and he hugged me for a few moments. "Come on, lets
get you unpacked." My bedroom was also unchanged. The same single bed I'd slept
in for thirteen years, perfectly made up with new covers and pillows. I was so
used to sleeping in my new double bed, that the single bed seemed so childish
and small to me, but I would get used to it again. I unpacked and had a shower,
then went straight to bed, with excited thoughts racing around my head. I was
home. I was finally home again, with Daddy. When I woke up, it was nearly
midnight. I stretched out in the single bed, and began to stroke my pussy
lightly. The thought that Dad was somewhere in the house with me and so near to
me, so close was an amazing feeling. Years of fantasizing about this moment
hardened my nipples and I began to massage my breasts sleepily. I didn't want to
get too hot too early, so I climbed out of the small bed and went down into the
lounge to find Daddy sitting and reading on the couch. "Would you like something
to eat?" He asked me. "I have spaghetti!" "No, it's fine." I said, sitting on
the couch opposite him. He put down his book and looked at me. Then he leaned
forward and sighed. He sat in front of me, on the edge of his chair. His stomach
didn't hide the massive mound which was stretched and visible through his
trousers. I could see the curve of his huge balls and his bent, fat cock
wrinkling the cotton trousers as he sat spread-legged before me. I stared at his
crotch and gulped. I had no idea my Dad was so huge, so well hung. I thought
about sliding down onto the carpet then sitting on the floor under his chair,
under his legs and sucking his cock and balls until he exploded. But I stopped
myself. Little girls don't do that to their daddy and I was afraid that my
moralistic and prudish father would reject me. I looked away and pretended I
didn't notice anything. "I'll get you a drink." He said and got up to go into
the kitchen. I wore only my pyjamas, and crossed my legs to tighten my pussy and
feel the soft warm pressure of my cunt lips squeezing my swollen, aching
clitoris. He came back with my drink and as I grabbed it from him, he pushed his
hips closer and I "accidentally" touched the bulge in his jeans. I looked at him
and he was pushing his groin into my hand. I looked up to see the expression on
his face. He looked distracted, full of desire. I was confused: was I imagining
this? Oh God, what if I wasn't? What if he really did want this too? I decided
to test it, and I moved my fingers to stroke him. He didn't move away. He froze.
I began to stroke him again, further around the huge bulge and I could see the
distinct length of hardening cock through the thin cotton trousers. I stroked
the full length and he began to breathe heavily, still unmoving. I leaned in and
kissed the mound of his covered cock through the cotton. I kissed his lap, just
like that, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, then pulled away.
"Thank you Dad." He was silent for about a minute as he stood there. I pretended
everything was normal. I had no idea what to do, now. My heart was pounding
madly and my hands were almost shaking as I lifted the glass to my lips and
sipped the drink. He seemed uncertain, too. "Okay. Well. I'm going to have a
shower and go to bed." He waited for a moment, then turned and walled away down
the hallway to the bathroom. I looked at the dog and sighed. "I can't believe
this." The dog looked up at me and wagged his tail. "What does he want?" I asked
the dog. Rexy's ears pricked up and he looked at me curiously. I sighed again
and sipped my drink. About ten minutes went by as Dad showered, I heard the
bathroom door open as he walked out and into his bedroom. I glanced up the
hallway to try to see if he was naked, but it was too dark and empty. I decided
to have a shower myself and go back to bed to satiate my body's heightening
sexuality. When I walked into the bathroom, I noticed a distinct smell which
intermingled with, and was not yet overpowered by, the steam. It was musty and
spicy, a warm smell. I wondered if he'd jerked himself off in the shower,
thinking of the way I'd touched his groin, and leaned in to kiss his lap? I
turned on the water and stepped in. The water was warm and silky on my body. I
rubbed my aching breasts, soaping up my nipples lightly. I didn't notice it at
first but as I washed my body I noticed there were globs of pale, thick liquid
on the shower tiles - high on the wall, almost as high up on the wall as my
head. I reached out to touch one of the drops. It felt thick and slimy between
my fingers. I lifted my wet fingers to my nose and inhaled the scent. It smelled
musky, with a heavy scent. I had a feeling I knew what it was, and I lifted my
fingers to my mouth. I reluctantly licked the stuff off my fingertips. It was
cum. Ohhh, it was my Daddy's cum! He had jerked off in the shower, thinking it
would wash away all evidence. But the marks on the walls were high up, and he
must have missed them. I reached out to another large drop of it. I licked it
off my fingers. Mmmm, Daddy's cum. From his cock, from his balls. The same seed
which had made me. I wiped my fingers over another glob of his spilled juice and
moved it between my legs. I slicked Daddy's cum between the lips of my pussy and
closed my eyes with a light moan. My fingers slid into my cunt and I rubbed the
remnants of Daddy's cum over my clit and into my hole. There was a knock on the
bathroom door. "Honey, I left my reading glasses on the sink!" I froze and
waited for a moment. When I looked, I saw his reading glasses sitting on the
porcelain sink. "Ummm....!" I fumbled between my legs, and quickly straightened
up to grab the soap again. "I won't look, I promise!" He called out. Daddy
opened the bathroom door and I stepped back to try to not let him see me,
pathetically covering my body with my hands and arms. "Sorry sweetie, I just
wanted to read this book I got." He explained and walked in. "That's okay
Daddy." It was quiet for a moment and I waited. He got his glasses and stood
there, not leaving. "Nice shower?" He asked. "Yes..." "Yes, I'm glad I paid
extra for all the accessories. It's a great system, great pressure. Very
comfortable." "Yeah...." "Big shower, too, isn't it? Lots of space to move
around......." I turned the shower off and opened the shower curtain totally to
look at him. He was wearing a white toweling robe and held his reading glasses
in hand. He looked at me, shocked and ashamed as I stood before him, brazen and
absolutely naked. "Could you shut the door? It's freezing." "I think we need to
talk." "Only if you shut the door." I said, and stepped out in front of him,
totally nude. He shut the bathroom door and turned back to face me, red-faced
and nervous. "Umm..." "I'm just going to run a bath." I said. "As much as I like
showers, a bath can be really good for aching body parts. You can talk to me
while I'm in the bath if you like." I bent over and turned on the taps for a
bath, then dribbled some Strawberry-scented bubble lotion into the running
water. I stood up again and looked at him, hugging myself from the cool air. His
eyes ran up and down my naked body. They rested on my throbbing pussy, his eyes
feeding on the soft, drenched, lightly curled pubic hair. "What did you want to
talk to me about?" "I thought we -- should -- talk...." I nodded and bent over
again to run my hand under the water. His eyes bulged as he eyed my pussy lips,
parted slightly, revealing my cunt as I leaned over. He saw the wet juices in my
pussy, glistening for his touch. "Oh God." He muttered. I grabbed his hand for
balance and stepped into the bath, then slowly sat down and lay back with a loud
moan. The hot water enveloped me beautifully, swallowing me into a heated kiss,
scented with strawberries and vanilla He didn't let go of my hand. I looked up
at him and he sat on the floor of the bathroom, kneeling by the bath, still
holding my hand. "Could you hand me the soap?" He reached over with his other
hand, and grabbed the soap. But he didn't give it to me, instead he began to rub
the soap bar over my knees. He moved in circles, over each knee. I smiled. "Are
you going to wash me?" He didn't reply, but he did finally let go of my hand,
and turned around so he was facing the bath itself. He began to move his other
hand without soap, over my other knee, moving his hand up my thigh. I felt his
touch shy but heavy on my leg. He took a sponge and began to stroke me with it.
I lay back further into the long bath and stretched out so that I was almost
floating. My breasts were like huge islands in the water and my pussy was just
peeking up out of the frothy surface. His hands moved further up my body and he
slowly began to wash my pubic hair. He ran the soapy sponge over my cunt and
between my legs, just the surface. I closed my eyes and stroked his hands as he
stroked me. "We shouldn't be doing this..." "Shhh." I whispered. "No, baby, we
shouldn't..." "Oh Daddy...Shut up." I grabbed his free hand and began to kiss
it. I parted my wet lips over his thumb and began to suck on it, running my
tongue around his knuckle and kissing his hand erotically. He shut up and
continued to stroke my belly, moving up to my heavy breasts. He rubbed and
massaged both with thick, sudsy water. I crushed his hand into my nipples
harder, becoming more and more hot and horny for him. I reached out of the bath
to where he was kneeling, eager to take off his robe and get a good view of that
fat cock I'd caught a glimpse of earlier through his trousers. As I undid the
belt, the robe fell open revealing his naked body. His stomach, his fat hairy
chest. I ran my hand over his chest, and looked down to his cock. He was hard,
not fully hard yet, but his cock was almost erect, poking upwards from under his
stomach. The head was big and round, cut perfectly and sculpted into a rock-like
position. His cock and head was bulbous and dark red and the sensitive skin
shone from a little drop or two of pre-cum. His pubic hair was dense and thick,
real dark brown heavy and tangled around the massive balls as they hung low and
full. They were huge and full of hot seed. I cupped my hand under them to lift
and play with them. They were heavy and hard in my hand. The skin was wrinkled
but so soft. I rolled his nuts around in my palm and fingers, squeezing them
lightly. Daddy groaned happily and began to pinch and knead my nipples. He
rubbed harder, pressing his hand heavily into my breasts as he massaged. I
rubbed his balls between my thumb and fingers, rolling them around in my hand.
Then I moved my hand around the base of his thick, fat cock. My tongue pressed
back into my throat and I gurgled a little in anticipation. I rested my head
back on the bathroom wall and bath and just played with the hairs, curling them
around my fingers gently as I teased and tickled his groin. I closed my eyes,
let my hands feel around for him, every texture, every little movement of his
body I could feel in my fingers, my eyes closed and blind as I relaxed. I began
to stroke up and down the length of his cock, slowly and gently. Still teasing
him, knowing that a harder stroke would surge through him too quickly and make
him cum too quickly. I wanted this to last. My fingers trickled up and down the
wide shaft curling and playing at the head stroking the fat tip around the
little hole wiping his cock up and down lightly with dampness from the bath
water. He continued to rub my breasts and then began to make his way back down
to my legs, where my aching, throbbing pussy was juicing up wetter and wetter. I
came in the water already, my cum mixing with the bath-water. I made a little
noise at the base of my throat, a delighted, thick moan. "I want you so much
Daddy. I don't want anyone else, I never have...." I whispered as my pussy
became slicker and wetter. "I used to dream about your huge cock fucking me hard
and heavy." I breathed. His breathing grew harder and heavier, too, I could hear
him rasping hard through weak, steam-filled lungs as I lay there, telling him
about how much my body craved him. "I'd lay in bed. Thinking about going to you
at night. Climbing into bed with you, letting you do things to my pussy which
nobody else had done. Letting you kiss my little cunt open. Licking me inside
out until I came and came all over your face...." His hand dipped between my
legs and he began rocking in my grip as my own hand continued to stroke him, up
and down, round and up and down again. His fingers parted the lips of my pussy
and quickly dived into my sodden, cum-filled hole. "Ohhh! Mmm, my Daddy's tongue
deep inside my cunt, drinking me like I was pure honey. My cum filling your
mouth, thick and sweet on your tongue. Your cock pushing up into my mouth,
filling my cheeks .... pressing down on my tongue." My brain began to lose all
logic and sense as a stream of subconscious desires flooded out my mouth. I
began to tell him everything I wanted and everything I needed from him. "Ohh
Daddy's hard prick pushing down into my throat, fucking my face, fucking my
little girl mouth. I was so little, so young, my virgin throat on fire as you
fucked my mouth." I could hear him groaning as he grabbed my grip around his
cock with his free hand and he tightened the hold I had, rubbing himself and my
fingers impatiently. I let him rub himself for a while, jerking himself off
eagerly, but then I pulled my hand away completely to punish him for his
impatience.. He cried out. "God, you bitch...!" He jumped up and grabbed my
hair. He yanked my head back and my mouth flew open. My eyes were still closed
as he shoved his huge cock into my mouth and his balls began pounding my face. I
rolled my tongue over his cock, reliving the fantasy of when I was so young - so
little, and so hot for my Daddy's cock in my mouth. "Swallow.....swallow..." He
groaned, chanting gruffly as I threw him into ecstasy with my licking, slurping,
suckling mouth. I suckled him like a baby. He began to buck and his grip on my
hair tightened. I knew he was going to explode in my mouth, filling my throat
with his thick cum, hot and pasty like delicious tangy liquid-glue. His balls
whacked on my neck, they were heavy and slapped my neck and chin as he fucked my
mouth. He felt my tongue sucking him down further into the back of my throat, my
throat muscles opening and closing on his bursting cock head. "I'm cumming!" He
cried out. "My baby I'm cumming! My little girl, my baby!!!" I felt his cock
swell quickly and before he could pull out, a gush of cum flooded from his cock,
filling my mouth and spilling out the sides down my chin. I swallowed as much as
I could as his rocking prick continued to spurt more and more cum, his balls
emptied into my mouth as his sperm and seed jettisoned down my throat into my
belly. I swallowed and drank him down until he groaned and pulled his cock, limp
and empty, out of my mouth. A thin stream fell on my chin and he knelt back on
the bathroom floor again, spent and pleased. I lay in the bath, still, the warm
water now affected with both his and my cum, but I had not reached orgasm yet.
As I lay there, I could feel the desire literally aching in my entire body. I
parted my legs and began to stroke myself, but it's not what I wanted. I looked
over at him as he half-sat on the floor, his face exhausted and joyous. I got
out of the bath to leave him alone with his orgasmic happiness.
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