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A Letter To My Dad Ch. 1
by Jool ©
Hi Daddy!
I've been asleep most of the day. I'm exhausted. Just thinking about our weekend
together drives me insane, I end up staying in bed 'til noon thinking about it,
touching myself..... I'm hoping perhaps you can come here in a couple of months,
I would love that.
I'm thinking about writing an erotic story about our time together, but maybe
changing our names, and the fact that you're we're related. Nobody wants to read
about a little girl fucking her daddy, do they? I wanted to run a few things by
you, just to see what you think about my memories of the last weekend.
Okay, so I rocked up at your new house around 6pm on Friday night, I had the day
off so that I could get there to begin the weekend early. You and Mom were doing
your own thing, really, as usual. She was in the kitchen cooking dinner. She
came up and hugged me, kissed my cheek, told me how good I looked. I asked where
you were and she said you could have been in the office talking on the net, or
looking at some of your dirty sites.
She smiled and kissed my cheek once quickly before going back into the kitchen.
I put all my bags down and went around the back of the house to your office but
you weren't there. I looked around for a while, but when I couldn't find you, I
went to my bedroom to get myself ready to see you. I changed my panties under
the skirt I had on. I had been wearing black lace ones, but I changed into a
white pair of bikini bottoms. Secretly I was hoping that you'd get to see them
that night, although rushing into something probably wouldn't have been a great
idea. Mom might have got suspicious. Whatever happened, I knew it was better to
be prepared for anything! Knowing you! LOL.
I changed my clothes, nothing spectacular, just a nice shirt which showed my
tingling titties (which I know are your favourite things about me!). They
stretched the satiny material and you could see my hard nipples through the
material, even through the low-cut bra I'd put on. And of course my skirt. A
long skirt, Mom doesn't like miniskirts. But skirts are SO accessible to roaming
fingers, Daddy! And I like that!
I heard a knock at the door and when it opened, there you were! I was glad to
see you there! You looked me over and your eyes twinkled. I wanted to hug you
but I heard Mom coming up the hallway, so I blew you a silent kiss and you
grinned and said hello.
Then we all went down to dinner and it was okay but all I could think of was you
and me, alone together.
That night nothing happened.
You and Mom went out to the movies, which I didn't mind. It gave me time to look
through your computer, and I looked through all of our secret chat files which
you'd saved in a protected folder. I knew your password, I think I'm the only
person who knows it. So I went roaming through the files. There are so many of
them. Long erotic chats to each other.
I read some out loud, under my breath, imagining you saying them to me.
"If you were here, I'd have you on your bed, legs around my neck, sucking the
honey out of your pretty little cunt, my darling girl."
Mmmmmmm the idea of that made me so wet. I could feel my pussy tingling with the
thought of you doing that to me.
"Daddy, if you were here with me right now, your cock would be choking my little
throat as I sucked and slurped and licked you up and down. I'd have you fucking
my face until my lips were raw ..."
You and Mom got home quite late but I was already in bed by then. I did hear you
come home, making a little bit of noise, trying to wake me up. I knew you wanted
me awake so that we could perhaps see each other, talk together. Maybe even
sneak in some time together. What you didn't know, though, was that I had been
forced to go to bed a couple of hours earlier. Reading those cyber chats of ours
had made me so wet, my pussy just bursting with juices I needed to cum. Wishing
your tongue was there, wishing your mouth was pushing and rocking against my
clit, inside my hot wet hole.
I fucked my finger for hours afterwards, and eventually heard you both go to
bed. I knew you were disappointed, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't leave my
bedroom. I was silently crying out to you to come to me in the middle of the
night. But you didn't.
It wasn't until Saturday afternoon that I was able to get you alone and spend
some time with you. I wore no panties for you, Daddy! My pussy was tired but
still tingling for some kind of touch from you. I knew you were horny too. I
could see it in your jeans, a small erection pushing outward already.
So when I laid back in your deck chair, I noticed your eyes lingering on my
breasts a little more than they should have, and your mouth curving up into a
smile. I rested my hand on my own breast and started to stroke myself gently,
and you stared for what seemed like forever.
You stood over near the porch fence, leaning on the wooden pillar with your coke
in hand, staring at me. Your eyes glanced nervously to the backdoor and kitchen
window every now and then to make sure Mom wasn't anywhere in sight. She
couldn't see me from there, though and I grabbed my own breast and started to
rub it, closing my eyes and pretending it was your hand, your fingers stroking
and massaging me. I opened my eyes and eyed you lightly as if to hurry you up.
You kind of got the message, though, I think.
You swooped in quickly and leant down to touch my breast with your hand, a quick
hard movement which she wouldn't have seen from her vantage point in the
kitchen. You kneaded my breast for about ten seconds and I wanted to close my
eyes, the pleasure rippling through me, but I couldn't take my eyes off of your
face. You licked your lips and looked into my eyes. They were full of desire for
you, just you, only you.
Your hand began to move down to where I wanted it more than anything, hard and
rubbing against my pussy. I imagined your fingers pulling open the lips of my
drenched cunt and probing and caressing like mad. I began to feel a shivering
through my cunt. I grew wetter with the thought that maybe your hand might flick
under the skirt and just touch me there. Just quickly touch, just for a moment,
run your finger inside me and make me cum.
But you heard a noise inside and stood up straighter again and moved back. I
stopped touching my own breast and acted casual too. I didn't want Mom getting
hurt by some mindless, harmless flirting. But God, my whole body was aching
for you then.
I stood up, just to be closer to you.
You showed me the landscape around your secluded new home. It really was
beautiful, and I was a little bit jealous because I couldn't live there with you
all the time.
There was a small river at the end of your property and I mentioned something
about going down to have a look and maybe pick some wild flowers. There was a
knoll, a dip in the land where the river ran along side and I knew that we
wouldn't be visible from the house if we went there. I didn't say it out loud,
though. You thought it was a great idea, and went inside to invite your wife, my
mother, so that we wouldn't look suspicious.
I looked out over the view again, and noticed it was becoming a little darker.
There were shadows over the entire area, and the sky was darkening too. With
Autumn so beautiful this year, there were leaves everywhere, and the entire
landscape had a rich, fertile quality to it. I heard you coming back, you were
saying something to Mom as you left the house.
"I'll take some cokes, and we might just sit down and have a drink." You told
her and you walked outside alone. I knew she'd rejected your offer to look at
the river with me. I wondered if she knew, deep down, even subconsciously about
us. You walked toward me, a can of coke in your hand. I took it and we
exchanged a look.
"The area gets so pretty this time of year." You said.
I followed you down off of the backyard deck and onto the grass. We began to
walk. I trod on the flowers as we walked and I mentioned how beautiful they
were and how much I wished you could come and landscape my new garden for me.
You sighed knowing how different everything was with me living in Canada. How
wonderful in some ways but also how difficult it was for us not to be able to
be together.
"Do you ever swim in the river?"
"No, only once. When it was much warmer."
"Clothed?"
You laughed again. "No."
"Oooh la la." I smiled.
"I bet you would have liked to be there with me, sweetie."
"You know it." I nodded.
We both shut up for a minute. I was imagining you swimming naked.
I saw myself in the river with you, I was surfacing between your legs, then you
were holding me, and driving your cock deep up into my belly, through the cool
sweet water.
I wanted to take your hand, for the first time ever, but I knew she could still
see us. And I knew she was watching, so I looked around as we walked.
"I can't believe I'm finally here." I said.
"I have been longing for this day. I have been dreaming about it and
aching for it."
"In more ways than one?"
"Ohh" You groaned quietly, "Yes".
I stepped up faster to catch up with you, as you were a couple of steps ahead of
me, then we were walking side by side.
"Me too." I whispered.
"We've been so good."
I laughed.
"Yea, we have, haven't we? I know I don't want Mom hurt at all, but my god in
heaven, I want you so much." I was quiet and a little breathless now that we
were hiking downhill a little bit.
"I want you too, sweetie."
I looked over at my Daddy, your sweet bearded face shone back at me, a little
red and flushed from the cold air. I could smell that cologne under your
clothes and wanted to bury my head and face into you and just hug and hold and
smell you forever.
It was so surreal, us talking like that and acting in such a cool, distant
"friendly" manner. How many dreams had I had about you coming to me in the
middle of night, and waking me up with hot, deep kisses in my pussy? Your tongue
writhing between my legs, your hands and fingers stroking me, caressing and
burning me up so that I would wake from those dreams, groaning and honey cum
dripping in my own hand. How many times had I heard your moaning over the
telephone on those rare and priceless nights when your wife was not at home?
Laying in bed, hearing you cum as you pumped your cock to the same beat I had,
pretending we were fucking each other over and over again.
Countless times. I couldn't remember how many times. And our attraction was
always ten times more potent and powerful when we saw each other in the flesh,
and I knew that if I couldn't touch you this weekend, I would go insane.
Finally we reached the river. It wasn't full, but there was a steady stream of
glistening water tinkling over the small rocks and pebbles. It was almost
transparent and I took my shoes off excitedly to go and run in the shallow bank.
The water was cool and icy on my toes, it was refreshing and delicious. With no
panties on, I wondered what it would feel like if I sat down in the water, let
it slide over my burning pussy.
I looked back at you and then from where we had walked. I couldn't see the
house, and I knew that the house couldn't see us. I turned to you and reached
out to take your hand, you helped me step out of the slight river.
For the first time in so long, I felt your fingers on my fingers entwine gently.
I sighed deeply as your fingers wrapped around mine. It was silent, we couldn't
talk, I knew I couldn't - my words had frozen in my throat. I wanted to lift my
cotton skirt and force your hand down to my cunt, feel me wet, feel me so hot
and horny for you. I wanted to rip your cock out of those jeans and just ram it
in my mouth, sucking and gulping down all of your juice, then fuck you over and
over until I didn't have to feel that way anymore.
But we just stood there, holding hands for a long time. I don't know why I
didn't act on my impulse, but somehow just standing there, it was like we were
slowly coming together, expressing ourselves in the silence. You put your coke
down and I put mine down and finally you leaned in and began to stroke my face.
Your finger on my cheek.
"My sweet little girl." You whispered.
I looked up into your eyes, and found the man there that I had dreamt about. You
smiled down at me and moved in. Your lips opened to kiss my mouth and I finally
felt your kiss. Ohhh, your wonderful kiss!
I opened my mouth wider and forced yours open wider too, I knew nobody had
kissed you like that in so long. So deep and intimate that when you felt my
tongue licking the inside of your mouth, your body quivered and you stumbled a
little bit. Our tongues licked and sucked each other, and I knew from your
shaking that you'd never been kissed in that way by anyone else except me. I
grabbed your face and felt your old man beard on my hands.
I could feel my cunt throbbing with the rhythm of that kiss. Our mouths were
making love in a slow, agonizing, deep way. I couldn't breathe, my brain was
humming quietly. I felt your cock rising through your jeans and it began to rock
against my belly lightly. I was close to orgasm, right there.
Then your hand moved down to my breast. I pulled my shirt up so you could touch
me naked. Your hand felt all around my bare breast and you massaged and kneaded
it gently at first, then harder. You began to pull and pinch my nipple. I
groaned and pressed harder into you. I began to kiss you madly, trying to get
inside of you with my tongue. But you pulled your mouth away and slipped it over
my breast, hunching down to take in my nipple and I felt your tongue circling
it, licking and sucking on it, kneading it with your hard lips. I could feel the
tickling sensation of your moustache on my breast. You began to bite a little
bit, trying to eat my breast into your throat.
I stroked my hand over the mound in your jeans, I was rubbing it gently through
the jeans and felt your cock rising and becoming harder.
I fumbled with your jeans, trying to pull the full length out so I could finally
look at it, finally touch it with my own hands. You groaned and shivered when I
slid my hand in under your boxer shorts. My hand finally came to touch your
cock! I groaned too and pulled it out lightly so I could look down at it.
You stopped kissing my ruddy breasts and looked down at the sight of my hands on
your stiff, swollen cock. Your gorgeous old man cock, I'd waited patiently for
the day where I could take it into my mouth and suck and slurp it again. My
fingers began to tease and flicker all over it. You and I both watched as my
young hand felt all over your mature member, the organ quivering and getting
harder and harder as I tried to play.
My fingertips grazed the veins in the long shaft, then over the little hole. I
tickled under your balls, and they were thick and heavy in my hand. My palm
cupped them and gently pulled and massaged them, fingertips coming underneath
them and teasing the skin there. You pulled your head back and gasped, staring
up into the sky.
"Oh God, be careful darling!" You whispered.
I knelt face to face with your shaft and it's sticky, shiny, red swollen head.
You looked down at me to watch. I licked the tip of your cock, licking the pre-
cum on the end, and you couldn't stop the cry as it exhaled from your throat.
You cried out quite loudly and covered your mouth with your own hand. I knew
what it meant to you to see your own little girl sucking on you. My tongue
followed the pathway which my fingers had made: I licked over every full and
throbbing vein, I swiped my mouth around the long shaft, then over the hole,
licking and sucking lightly.
I grabbed the back of your ass, pulling the jeans down to just above your knees,
then I began to knead and caress your curvy ass while my mouth opened against
the tip of your dick.
I licked again with my thick tongue and licked around the head, then licked up
and down the length of the shaft. I knew you were so close to cumming in my face
right there. So many months of cyber-sex and phone sex, and expectation all
built up over so long. I rubbed your legs and ass with my hands.
"I want you to cum in my belly." I said, telling you to please try to hold in
until I could get the well-cut head at the back of my throat.
My tongue pressed up and rolled around the shaft as it fit perfectly in my
mouth. It was always too big for me, but I had managed to perfect eating it.
Practice makes perfect, Daddy, you always said!
I began to tongue your cock, taking the head into my mouth slowly, then
pulling it all the way in, sucking it up so that it was pressing on the back
of my throat.
You began bucking against my face. You couldn't hold it in, and began to move
back and forward against my open mouth. You grabbed my head and started to
fuck my mouth.
My tongue rolled around you. My lips were milking your swelling cock as I felt
it throbbing and ramming into my cheeks.
I slurped and sucked and swallowed the tip of your head deeper and deeper,
my lips sucking in tighter until you couldn't hold it any longer. I couldn't
breathe, and the pressure of your movements on my throat was gagging but I
wanted your cum inside me, wanted to taste it, feel it, wrap my tongue
around the white juice. I sucked up deeper and you exploded in my mouth with
a great cry.
I felt the sperm shoot out of your pulsing cock, down into the back of my
throat. I could taste the salt in it and I swallowed load after load as you
spurted uncontrollably.
Finally your cock fell semi-hard again and you pulled it out of my mouth. I
licked it all over and felt you shuddering from the sensitivity as I did, but
you couldn't pull away. You fell to your knees as your legs finally gave way
under the strain of exhaustion and you sat there for a few minutes, your naked
ass on the cold grass. I watched your cock as you sat there. It continued to
quiver, small spurts of jism still releasing from the head. I wanted to lick it
up, wanted to taste more of you. I leaned forward and licked the tiny droplets
of cum which still came out, then sucked on the hole for more. You pushed me
away lightly and did your jeans up.
"I had forgotten...."
Your voice was wavering and tired.
I licked my lips and sat back on the dampish grass. I grabbed my coke, still
thirsty and took a long swig.
"I think I'm in love with you." You smiled.
"Come to LA and live with me." I joked.
Mom's voice came calling out over the back yard. You pulled your jeans up and
with trembling hands, you collected yourself.
"Thank you." You whispered. "I owe you."
We hiked back up to the house and I went to the bathroom to check my face. There
was a little bit of wetness around my chin, but nothing obvious. I wiped it off
with my finger, then licked my finger happily. My mouth was sore from stretching
around your cock, it stung a little from the cold air too. My pussy was craving
you, and I wondered if I would ever finally get to make love to you again the
way I dreamed.
That night our dinner was sensational. I watched you eat, you looked starved.
Mom kept making interesting conversation, and it kept us all in good spirits. I
didn't feel guilty about what we'd done. You certainly didn't look as if you
felt guilty either.
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