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> A Beach Romp
>
> 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.
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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 needs 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 risquee 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
> toger...
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