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A Letter To My Dad Ch. 1
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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