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A Father's Love
Jamie let the hot water streaming from the shower
wash over her, soaking her long raven hair and
rinsing it free of the shampoo she had just
finished massaging into it. The water ran down the
length of her body, the needle spray pelting her
breasts, sensitizing her nipples, and forming a
river between them which ran down her smooth, taut
tummy and over the sparse triangle of neatly
trimmed hair between her muscled thighs.
Jamie picked up the soap from the dish and began
lathering her lean body, working the suds into a
thick foam as she ran the soap in circles over her
full breasts, her fingers lightly brushing across
her taut nipples, before moving down over her
abdomen. She lathered up the triangle of dark hair
between her legs, letting her fingers lingeringly
trace up and down the lips of her teenage pussy,
feeling them swell with blood as she teased them,
dragging her nail lightly up them. Losing herself
in the combined sensations of the pulsating hot
water and her fingers, she pulled back the hood of
her clit, letting her soapy finger trace circles
around it, her long perfectly sculpted nail
tracing it lightly.
She was rocked out of her reverie by the sound of
the bathroom door opening. Jamie froze, her
fingers still lightly touching the lips of her
sex, and listened. She eased back the edge of the
blue shower curtain and peeked out.
Standing next to the shower, eyes still mostly
closed by sleep, dark hair silvering at the
temples standing up in a rat's nest of tangles,
was her father. He stood in front of the toilet
with his worn burgundy bathrobe hanging open.
Jamie could see his swollen penis as he forced out
the first piss of the morning.
Jamie couldn't pull her attention away from her
father's engorged member. Her fingers began
teasing the swollen lips of her sex more urgently
as she examined him through the narrow part in the
shower curtain. At eighteen, she was still a
virgin. She had thus far resisted all the
overtures of Jeremy, her quarterback boyfriend, to
give in and have sex as "a sign of her love for
him". Her father's penis:or cock, as her boyfriend
liked to call it:was the first she had ever seen
outside of sex education textbooks. She was amazed
by the thickness of it:and realized that it wasn't
even fully erect!
Her father finished urinating and, still half
asleep, reached forward and depressed the handle
on the back of the toilet, flushing it. The water
of the shower grew scalding hot for a moment, and
Jamie let out a little yelp and jumped. Her
father's eyes widened as he looked towards the
shower. Jamie pulled back from the crack in the
curtain just in time. She would die of
embarrassment if Daddy caught her looking at him!
"Sorry princess." Her father mumbled sleepily.
"Wasn't thinking. Need coffee."
"It's okay Daddy." She called, her voice slightly
strained, as he stumbled back out of the bathroom
towards the kitchen to make the desperately needed
extra strong, extra black brew he started out each
day with. He shut the door behind him and Jamie
leaned back against the wall of the shower stall.
She was amazed to find that her fingers were still
busily stroking her clit.
"This is wrong." She told herself, as she leaned
back, water running over her, and began fingering
herself with more urgency. "Thinking about Daddy
and playing with my pussy in the shower. I'm such
a naughty slut!" The thoughts only seemed to turn
her on more. She rolled her clit between her
fingers, then pinched it hard, gasping slightly at
the sharp pain, before she released it and gasped
anew at the rush of blood returning.
"He's not really my father, though," she thought,
her fingers trailing down her plump labia. "He's
Daddy, of course:but Mom didn't marry him until I
was a year and a half old. I've always known he's
not my biological father:but he's always been my
Daddy:even after Mom died."
Jamie thought briefly about her mother, who had
died in an automobile accident when Jamie was ten
years old. Then other thoughts invaded her
mind:thoughts of Daddy and Mom in bed. Thoughts of
Daddy fucking Mom with that huge cock. Thoughts of
Mom writhing in the bed beneath him, arching her
body up to meet his thrusts. And somehow, as two
fingers began stroking in and out of her tight
passage, the image of her mother bucking and
moaning beneath her father changed and became an
image of her, Jamie, bucking and moaning beneath
him. She could feel his thick cock buried deep
within her. She could feel his mouth kissing her.
She could feel his strong body pressing her down
against the mattress.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Jamie's body tensed and
she choked out a low moan as she was wracked by an
intense orgasm. The other orgasms she had brought
herself to over the years seemed minor compared to
this one. She felt her knees going weak, and
lowered herself, crouching in the corner of the
tub, as she tried to get her breathing and pulse
back under control.
Jamie tensed suddenly as she heard the door to the
bathroom open again.
"Princess? Save some hot water for Daddy, okay?"
Her father called. Then she heard the bathroom
door closing again. She quickly finished showering
and shut the water off, pulling back the curtain
and stepping out onto the rug. She dried off
quickly, wrapping the damp towel around her hair,
and grabbed her pink silk robe off the hook on the
back of the door, hurriedly putting it on and
exiting the bathroom.
"All finished Daddy." She called as she went into
her bedroom to fix her hair and make up and dress
for school.
- - - - -
Kevin Allen walked into the bathroom recently
vacated by his teenage daughter and hung his ratty
burgundy robe on the hook on the back of the door.
He hung the clean towel he'd just grabbed from the
linen closet on the rack next to the tub and
pulled back the shower curtain. As he did so, he
could have sworn he caught the lingering scent of
a woman's sex. He smiled to himself and shook his
head, passing it off as his imagination, as he
stepped into the tub and turned on the shower.
"Been too long without a woman, old man." He
thought to himself as he stepped under the stream.
He had been a widower for eight years, and though
he had tried to date a few times, he'd never felt
the connection he'd had with Jenny. Jenny was
Jamie's mother. They'd been high school
sweethearts until he had graduated, two years
before her, and gone off to college. When he'd
graduated from college and returned home, he'd run
into her again, and discovered she had an
8-month-old daughter. The girl's father had
knocked her up their senior year of high school,
then refused to have anything to do with her,
denying it was his child. With assistance from her
parents, Jenny had not only been able to keep and
raise Jamie, but was enrolled in the autumn
semester at the local community college.
Kevin had started dating Jenny again, casually at
first, until it slowly reached the point that they
were spending all their free time with one
another. And not just the two of them. Kevin went
out of his way to find things that he, Jenny and
Jamie could all do together. He had never stopped
loving Jenny, and falling in love with Jamie was
easy.
On December 31st, 1984 Kevin had asked Jenny to
marry him. She had said yes, and on May 15th, 1985
they had become Mr. and Mrs. Kevin Allen, and
baby. Kevin had officially adopted Jamie a year
later. They had lived as a blissfully happy family
until December 20th, 1991. Jenny was coming back
from Christmas shopping. The roads were slick with
ice. Another car, driven by a man who had had too
much to drink at the company Christmas party, spun
out of control on the ice and slammed into her,
causing her car to spin out of control and roll,
sliding on it's roof into the median. She had died
instantly.
None of these thoughts, of course, were on Kevin's
mind that crisp October morning. No:the thoughts
of Jenny's death, the thoughts of romancing and
proposing to her, even the thoughts of their
blissful marriage were far from his mind that
morning with the faint hint of female arousal in
his nostrils in the shower. What Kevin was
thinking about was the sex he and Jenny had.
Jenny had discovered after reading "The Story of
O" that she was a submissive, and had helped bring
out the Dominant personality traits within Kevin.
They had explored these aspects of themselves, and
had soon settled very comfortably into the roles
of Master and slave. This had not only
strengthened the bond they had as husband and
wife, removing the petty fights so many couples
have over control of the marriage, it had also
ignited their sex life.
Kevin leaned back against the wall of the shower
and began stroking his soapy hand up and down the
length of his rapidly swelling cock, eyes closed
as he thought about the good times with Jenny.
Images of Jenny kneeling before him, worshipping
his cock with her lips and tongue. Images of
Jenny, laying across the bed, ass striped by his
belt, pleading for more as her juices flowed from
her cunt down the inside of her thighs. Images of
Jenny, covered in sweat, writhing beneath him,
begging for permission to cum.
With a groan Kevin released the load that had
rapidly built in his balls:spraying it onto the
floor of the shower and opening his eyes to watch
it whirlpool down the drain. Then he quickly
finished showering and turned off the water,
stepping out of the tub and drying off and
wrapping the robe around him before opening the
door to let the steam out so he could shave.
Kevin opened the door to find Jamie standing
there, hand raised as if ready to knock. At
eighteen, she stood 5 foot 5 inches tall, weighed
115 pounds, all firm and toned due to cheerleading
and volleyball, and had bright blue eyes and raven
hair hanging all the way down her back to her
waist. She was dressed in the blue and gold
cheerleading uniform of her High School.
"Jeremy's here, and I'm off to school, Daddy. I'll
see you after the game!" She smiled brightly at
him, then leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.
"Don't be too late Princess." He called after her
as she hurried to the front door. As she turned to
smile at him again, it occurred to Kevin for the
first time that she looked just like her mother.
- - - - -
Jamie sat bored in her Mythology class as her
teacher, a plain middle aged woman with a
monotonous voice, droned on and on about Oedipus
the King. Though Ms. Duncan possessed absolutely
no public speaking skills, she insisted on
providing an oral recap for the less studious
pupils in her class. Unlike most of her classmates
in this course, an elective she had taken to pad
out her senior year, Jamie had already read and
fully comprehended Sophocles' play about the King
that gouged his own eyes out after his mother,
upon learning she had married her son, had
committed suicide.
Jamie fidgeted in her seat, trying to get
comfortable, as her mind attempted to drown out
the sound of Ms. Duncan's voice. She doodled idly
in her notebook and let her mind begin to wander.
Images of her father's swollen penis kept popping
into her mind. She couldn't help but fantasize
about what it would look like fully erect. And the
thought of what it might feel like penetrating her
made her shudder. She couldn't imagine anything so
large actually fitting inside her tight pussy.
She'd never been able to fit more than two of her
slender fingers inside of herself.
She began to wriggle slowly in her chair as the
naughty thoughts of her father caused her to grow
warm. She felt a tightening in her tummy, and
realized that she was growing wet between her
legs. Her clit had swollen and begun to throb.
Shaking her head to clear the images that had
invaded her mind, she raised her hand. Ms. Duncan
paused in the middle of a sentence and looked at
her.
"Yes, Jamie?" she asked, peering at the young girl
over the rim of her glasses.
"M-may I go to the restroom, Ms. Duncan?" Jamie
asked, her voice slightly husky.
"Of course, dear." Ms. Duncan answered, before
turning her attention back to her notes to try and
locate her lost train of thought.
Jamie got up and walked quickly out of the
classroom and down the hall to the girls'
restroom. She pushed open the door and walked
inside, relieved to discover she was the only one
there, and crossed quickly to the last stall,
pulling the door shut behind her. She dropped her
panties and lifted her skirt before sitting on the
toilet seat. Her hand dove for the swollen lips of
her sex, fingers teasing back the hood of her clit
and revealing the throbbing jewel.
She rapidly stroked and teased her clit with the
fingers of her right hand, her left hand first
sliding up to pinch at her nipples through her
sweater, then moving down to caress her labia,
parting them and feeling the moisture flowing from
her, then teasing the quivering mouth of her
tunnel. As she stroked herself to an intense
orgasm, her mind was filled with thoughts of her
Daddy, and all the dirty, totally wrong things she
wanted him to do to her. She was unable to
suppress the long, low moan that escaped as her
orgasm rocked her body.
"What is wrong with me?" She thought as she took
some toilet tissue off the roll and began wiping
herself dry. "This is SO not right. He's my
DADDY!"
Jamie dropped the drenched toilet tissue into the
bowl between her legs, then stood and pulled her
panties back up, smoothing her skirt down. She
turned and pushed down the plunger, flushing the
toilet, and opened the stall door. She went to the
sink and washed her hands, then looked into the
mirror to check her hair.
"He is a very attractive man." She thought as she
took her hairbrush from her purse and began
running it through her long raven locks. "A girl
could do much worse. I think I'll probably end up
marrying a boy just like him. But will that boy be
enough like him to get me as excited as thoughts
of Daddy do?"
Jamie frowned at herself in the mirror.
"STOP IT!" She told her reflection. "Maybe it's
time you stopped fighting off Jeremy after all."
Jamie sighed, and put her brush back into her bag.
She sprayed herself quickly with some cologne,
hoping to hide any lingering traces of her musky
aroma, then exited the restroom and returned to
class.
- - - -
Kevin let himself wearily into the house, shutting
the front door behind him, and tossing his sports
coat across the back of the sofa as he walked over
and collapsed into his recliner.
He'd had a rough day at work, and just wanted to
relax for a few minutes. Kevin was a Professor of
English Literature at the local university, and
his day had been monopolized today with staff
meetings and student conferences, in addition to
his lecture on Sir Tristram and Lady Iseult.
Kevin suddenly noticed how quiet the house was,
and called out "Jamie?", before remembering that
there was a football game tonight. Jamie would be
cheerleading at that, and then she and that moron
jock Jeremy would go out with their friends to
either celebrate the victory or commiserate the
loss. Which meant pizza for dinner.
Wearily, Kevin pulled himself back up out of his
recliner, and walked into the kitchen. He took the
phone off the hook and punched in the numbers for
the pizza parlor listed on the magnet stuck to the
side of the refrigerator. After ordering a large
pepperoni, he hung the phone back up and opened
the cupboard over the refrigerator. He reached up
and took the bottle of bourbon down, then
retrieved a double old-fashioned glass from the
cupboard next to the sink. He poured in a double
shot of bourbon, then added ice and topped it off
with cola from the 2 liter bottle in the door of
the fridge.
Kevin took his drink and walked back into the
living room to watch television while he waited
for his pizza to be delivered. He flipped through
the stations until he found "Casablanca" just
starting on the classic movie channel, and settled
in for a night of pizza, bourbon, and Bogart.
- - - -
Jamie sat on the bleachers of the darkened High
School football stadium with a group of her fellow
cheerleaders who were, of course, also dating
members of the team. She listened, feigning
interest, to the inane teenage girl chatter as
they waited for the boys to finish showering and
changing.
"I don't know why I hang out with these airheads."
She thought to herself as they went into a fit of
giggling over some teen heartthrob she wasn't
familiar with. She didn't watch the typical
teenage television shows, preferring to spend a
quiet evening reading, or watching whatever Daddy
was watching.
Being the daughter of an English professor, she
had an appreciation for arts and literature that
just wasn't considered "popular" by those that
decide such things. And deep down inside, Jamie
feared not being accepted. So she dated the
quarterback, constantly telling herself that he
was a diamond in the rough, and with encouragement
he could rise above the typical jock mentality,
and she hung out with the cheerleaders, and
pretended to be interested in what they had to
say. And she kept her opinions to herself, so that
she would be considered part of the "in" crowd.
One of the other cheerleaders, a girl with the
unlikely name of Amethyst, made a catty comment
about the President of the Honor Society, and
Jamie, taking her cue from the others, laughed
along, secretly cringing inside. Jamie was a
member of the Honor Society, but her fellow
cheerleaders forgave her for that, blaming her
brains on her father, and making allowances for
that because, after all, she was a cheerleader.
"I wonder what Daddy did for dinner tonight?" She
wondered as the conversation degraded into another
fit of giggles. "Probably ordered a pizza again."
She thought to herself, smiling slightly. "That
man would live on pizza and Chinese take-out if I
wasn't there to take care of him!"
And it was the truth. After her mother had died,
Kevin had done a wonderful job of providing a
loving, supportive environment for his daughter,
but had unfortunately lacked the necessary
culinary skills to provide a diet that was both
healthy AND tasty. So Jamie had taken it upon
herself to learn to cook. Shortly after that, she
noticed how tired Daddy looked one night after
working all day, as he took a load of laundry down
to the basement. The next day, when he got home
from work, he was surprised to find that she had
done all the laundry for him, and also
straightened up the house. It didn't take long
before Jamie had completely taken over the
management of the house. When she was sixteen, she
had even started balancing his checkbook for him.
Kevin had talked to Jamie about applying to
various colleges around the country. With her
intelligence and grades, he was certain she could
attend any university she wanted, probably on an
academic scholarship. Jamie had insisted she would
go to the local college, the one he taught at.
"Who would take care of you if I went away?" she
had asked, smiling at him teasingly and sticking
out her tongue. He had laughed and hugged her.
Jamie smiled to herself, thinking about that hug.
She and Kevin had a very affectionate
relationship. He believed in hugging and kissing
her often, wanting to make sure she never doubted
how much he loved her. She realized from the
psychology classes that she had taken that he was
over-compensating in a way for the fact that he
was not her biological father. But she didn't
mind. She had never doubted her Daddy's love, and
never felt as safe and secure as when she was in
his arms as he hugged her. "When I find a boy that
makes me feel that way, I'll marry him!" She had
always told herself.
Sitting there, on the bleachers, the sound of
teenage chatter surrounding her, Jamie thought
about her Daddy's hugs. Then she thought about the
images she'd had in the shower, and in Mythology
class. She shifted a little on the hard surface of
the bleacher as she felt herself get warm between
the legs. Her mind was filled with thoughts of her
Daddy hugging her and kissing her, but not in the
way a Daddy kisses his daughter. In the way lovers
hug and kiss. She could almost taste his lips on
hers as she thought of pressing her tight, young
body against him. She imagined what his
penis:no:his cock would feel like pressing against
her. Jamie could feel herself growing wet as her
mind conjured an image of Daddy between her legs,
fucking her hard with his beautiful cock,
stretching open her tight young cunt, while he
groaned out her name:"Ohhhhh:Jamie:Jamie:"
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