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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. 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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