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Date: Fri, 06 Jan 2006 02:58:38 +0000
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A Beach Romp by brendabarrett She'd grown into a woman. It seemed like just a
moment, but it took years. She had gone from a gawky, lanky kid to a mature
beauty. The transformation haunted him since the day he noticed. He remembered
the day he first saw the change. She came downstairs after just waking. Her old
white nightshirt clung to her breasts just enough to reveal the outline of her
pert nipples. She moved gracefully toward the refrigerator to grab her customary
morning orange juice and sprite, a strange morning combination but she made it
her own. He knew her routine, he lived by it ever since she was a little girl.
She was his baby. He had three children, but his preference was thinly veiled.
Tiffany was his favorite. Even before Tiffany had matured their bond was
unbelievably strong. He had never come across a father daughter relationship
like he had with his baby. He had been in love with her her whole life, it
seemed only natural that since turning eighteen she had blossomed into a woman
ready for a different kind of love. If only he could give it to her. He broke
from his silent reverie and watched now as she slowly came down the stairs in
the same ratty nightshirt she'd worn for years making her way to the fridge for
her morning concoction. "You drink that stuff even on vacation baby?" He called
out from the other room. "Daddy, you know I can never start a day without my
Tiff Special!" She called back throwing him a huge smile as if she herself were
a commercial ad for the OJ and soda combination. "I know, don't remind me. I
don't know how you can drink soda in the morning Tiff." "And I don't know how
you can drink coffee" She replied promptly sticking her tongue out at her
father. He loved their banter. Tiffany had a wit just like her mother. She
reminded him so much of the wife he had lost five years before. The way she
walked, her mannerisms, even her voice recalled memories of her mother. The most
striking resemblance, however, was her sharp tongue. Tiffany gave it to her
father just as her mother had done before her. He was constantly being put in
his place by his eighteen-year-old baby girl and he loved it. "You getting a gut
old man?" She called out from the kitchen as she fixed herself breakfast. "Just
more of me for you to hug every morning baby" He called back, looking down at
his stomach, wishing he was ten years younger. She walked into the living room
where he sat and as she passed him the light shone through he nightshirt
revealing the silhouette of her taught body. He saw he breasts gently sway as
she walked and the tight curve of her bottom was just visible from below her
nightshirt. She mesmerized him. She caught his stare, looking a little
embarrassed. "Daddy, maybe I should get dressed. I'm hardly a little girl
anymore and this nightshirt barely covers my behind" He cut her off stating
plainly "This is true, that nightshirt need to be burned its pure slut. I mean
who wears such provocatively skimpy outfits around their fathers anyway." His
sarcastic tone made her laugh. "All right I get the point, it's not risqu or
anything, I'm just saying, maybe another set of pajamas is in order shopping
anyone?" He knew the sound of this tune. Shopping to Tiffany meant an entire day
devoted to mall surfing, not buying a thing until the entire surface had been
surveyed, then returning to desired shops to make purchases. He was in no mood
to follow his daughter around on one of her shopping escapades. He had a better
idea. "I'll get you something this morning. I have to go out for some food for
dinner anyway. You hit the beach, I'll be back in a few." He replied. He quickly
dressed and got going on his quest. He knew where he would go, Victoria's
Secret, the mecca really for all things sleepware. When he got there the
pinkness of the place overwhelmed him, as it usually did. His purely innocent
motives became less so the longer he spent engulfed in the pink surroundings. He
emerged from the store with a long white silk gown. Its length made it appear
deceptively conservative, but its plunging neckline and slightly transparent
nature made said otherwise. He couldn't wait to see Tiffany in the new
nightware. When he returned he walked through the house onto the back porch that
overlooked the ocean. He saw her then. She was wearing a gold bikini. It seemed
only big enough to not break any major laws. He was certain if she moved quickly
in any direction there would surely be exposure of one kind or another. Did he
let her buy that? God she looked beautiful. He full breasts were barely covered
by the tightly stretched metallic triangles that seemed glued to her chest. He
could make out her nipples through the suit and he felt himself getting hard. He
watched unseen from the house as she rolled over. As she turned on breast came
right out of the suit, just as he had thought. She seemed either not to notice
or not to care as she continued to position herself for maximum back exposure to
the sun. He couldn't tear his eyes away from where the exposed breast lay. For a
second every dream he had ever had about his daughter came to him and he felt
himself grow even harder still. As if sensing him behind her she suddenly shot
up and turned around. He calmed himself so as not to reveal his attraction. "I'm
back baby bought you a new nightie!!!" He heard her giggle with pleasure,
presents went over well with Tiffany. "Oh, let me see, let me see!!!" She
demanded. She came tearing into the house, hastily checking to make sure she was
safely tucked into her tiny bikini, and grabbed the bag from her father's hands.
He was engrossed watching her dash toward him. He saw her breasts bounce up and
down with each stride as she raced toward the gift. He had to fight back yet
another erection. Tiffany tore at the bag revealing his selection. "Aw Daddy,
it's perfect!!!" She gushed, "But don't you think it's a little much for me?
It's not like I have anyone to wear it for." Tiffany had never had a boyfriend,
probably not helped by the fact that her overprotective father tried his hardest
to intimidate everything with a penis that came within ten yards of his little
girl. Tiffany never seemed to mind though. "So then wear it for me baby." The
words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He tried to smile and
play it off as a joke, but Tiffany shot him a strange look. " I meant try it on
for me baby, that's all!" He tried to say. She seemed to take that explanation,
replying that she would. "I'll go then right now Daddy, I'll be back!" She
dashed upstairs to undress. He couldn't believe his stupid slip of the tongue.
Having accidentally hinted at his desire for his daughter he felt that it was
more real. He attraction to her was becoming uncontrollable and he was finding
it hard to restrain himself. His erection was returning again and he saw no hope
of it retreating. He sat down and waited for Tiffany to emerge, wanting
desperately to see her in the silk nightgown. Just then she came down the
stairs. As she descended he couldn't believe what he saw. She was breathtaking.
The silk clung to her every curve revealing just enough of her figure to taunt
him, but not enough to satisfy him. The plunging neckline revealed her soft
natural cleavage and the shape of her breasts was outlined beautifully. He was
speechless. "Well what do you think Daddy. Is this better?" Tiffany asked
innocently. He rose from the couch and came to her revealing his full erection
for the first time. "It's perfect baby. You look like a goddess." He responded
his voice husky with desire. He reached out to her then to pull her into a hug,
not sure what he wanted but knowing that he needed to be close to her. He pulled
her close and pressed himself against her. She felt him then noticing his
hardness for the first time as she felt him pressing into her. She struggled a
little to get away from his grasp but it was too late. He needed to be close to
her, he couldn't let her go now he needed her too much. It was as if all of the
desire he had felt for years was finally being realized and he couldn't fight
it. "Daddy stop it. I don't like the way you're holding me. Please let me go."
Tiffany begged. But he couldn't do that. He held he more tightly now, picking
her up easily and placing her on the couch. He quickly got on top of her to
prevent her from escaping, he couldn't let her go, not now, it had gone too far.
He grabbed both of her hands with on of his pinning them above her head. She was
trapped by his weight and she knew it and for the first time he saw the fear in
his daughter's eyes. She was crying now. "Daddy please" She sobbed. He didn't
respond. He began gently running his hands through her silk gown over her body.
He let his fingers pause at her hard nipples and he played with them. Then his
hands continued to run over her tracing her entire body with their touch. He
loved the feel of her young body. His desire deafened him to the sounds of her
protests. He couldn't hear her tears as he slowly lifted the silk from her
revealing all of her. He gently began to feel her clit, rubbing it back and
forth between his fingers, wishing her could take it into his mouth but afraid
to release her hands for fear that she would get away. He entered her with his
fingers feeling inside of her wanting to feel more. He rubbed his body against
her as he fingered her feeling her breasts heave with his body. His cock was
fully erect now and he was ready to be inside of her. He frantically undid his
pants with his free hand as his daughter sobbed beneath him. When he was finally
free he entered her hard. He forcefully took her for what to him seemed like a
lifetime. He needed to be deeper inside of her so eventually he flipped her over
onto her knees, pinning her hands behind her back. He was so overcome with
desire he could not hear her screams of pain as he roughly moved her about. He
entered her again then full and hard. He felt all of her, and as he finally came
he pulled out and came onto the small of her back. His longtime desire for his
daughter having been fulfilled he was both mentally and physically tired and
dropped back down on the couch as his daughter cried softly in the corner of the
room. When he woke he found himself still on the couch where he had passed out
after taking her. There was no sign of Tiffany. He dressed himself and searched
the house to find her sleeping peacefully on her bed. HE hadn't meant to hurt
her, but was desperately afraid that he had. After what had happened he wasn't
sure what to do next, so he dropped down on the floor next to her to watch her
sleep confident that they would figure it out together.
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