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My Loving Father
By Jame
Note: if incest bothers you don't read.
Searching for Mr. Right doesn't always lead to him. Sometimes Mr.
Right is Mr. Wrong, and sometimes Mr. Right was there all along in the
last place we would have looked.
Jame
I got married early, to a guy I thought I was in love with. I became
pregnant almost immediately, and had a beautiful baby girl.
For the first couple of years my marriage was perfect, but then my
Brad, my husband, lost his job. He began to drink heavily, and the
bills went unpaid. He began to get angry and sullen, and started
snarling and cursing me at the slightest provocation.
Then, one day, he hit me. It was only a slap, but sent me flying back
against the wall. From then on every time he was around me I walked
on eggshells, fearful and worried. Several more times he hit me. At
first they were slaps, then he started punching me.
I left him and took my daughter, Ann, home to live with my father.
Dad was happy to put us up. He still had the big house me and my five
brothers and sisters had grown up in, and since we'd all left, and Mom
had died, I guess he was a little lonely there.
Dad and I hadn't been especially close when I was growing up. He was
always working, doing lots of overtime to support us all, and when he
did have spare time I guess he mostly spent it with my brothers.
Going from the constant menace and fear that I had lived with to my
Dad's house was an overwhelming relief. Living with Brad, even though
he hadn't actually hit me that much, had reduced me to a kind of
fearful mouse, afraid of saying the slightest thing that would cause
him to get angry.
Now I was home. Safe. I had the big old house to be alone with Ann,
and I had my Daddy to look after me. I think that I was so timid and
jittery from my time with Brad that I went out of my way to be nice to
my father, insisting on doing the dishes and housework, scurrying to
meet his every need.
I felt so safe there, and so grateful to him, that my love for him
just seemed to grow and grow, and I often hugged him just from sheer
happiness. I even took to slipping onto his lap now and then, kind of
reliving my girlhood days.
Only now I had Daddy all to myself, and he had more time for me. He
didn't work overtime any more, and would come home promptly at five
thirty. I greeted him at the door, kissing and hugging him, and
having his dinner ready.
One day I was wearing a thin summer dress. It was one of those
flowery things, with spaghetti straps over the shoulders to hold the
top up. I had no bra under it, but my breasts were firm and round,
and not really big, so I didn't really need one.
I hugged daddy when he came home and he had his dinner, then I cleaned
up the dishes. I was hot, and I was being especially nice to him
because I wanted to suggest that he get an air conditioner. I was
acting just the way I used to as a kid, I guess, buttering up the old
man to get my way.
After I'd cleaned everything I went into the bathroom and checked my
hair. I gave my blonde locks a few more brushes, setting the bangs
just right so I looked sweet and cute, then went out into the living
room.
"Daddy?" I asked.
"Yes, honey?"
I slid onto his lap and he brought his arm around behind my back as I
rubbed my head against his shoulder a little.
"What now?" he asked, his voice sounding a little amused.
"What do you mean?" I asked, all innocence.
"When you use that tone of voice and start acting like a big eyed
puppy I know you want something," he snorted.
"But I love you," I pouted.
I shifted myself a little, putting an arm over his shoulder, and it
was then I felt something hard against my ass. I blinked in surprise,
for I knew he had a hard-on.
At first I was shocked, but then a whole bunch of feelings swirled
around in my head. First, I felt an amazed delight, that I had
managed to make him hard like that without even trying. I guess that
was the cock-tease in me.
Then there was the understanding that since my mom had died five years
ago he must've not had any sex. As for me, I considered sex almost
irrelevant. I had been taught it was something you pretty much had to
do for your man, and the best thing you could do was to relax and hope
it didn't hurt too much.
Sex with Brad had always been rough and fast. He'd get on and hump
away for four or five minutes, then roll off with a sigh and go to
sleep. I'd heard about orgasms, but never had one on my own. I was
so naive I hadn't even masturbated.
Like I said, it wasn't that I thought sex was dirty or shocking or
nasty... just... unimportant. Shrug.
But I loved Daddy so much then, that I was delighted that he was
getting a hard-on. I hardly had to think for a second to realize that
he would probably like to fuck me. Even Brad at his drunkest had
liked fucking me.
So I got a kind of wicked smile on my face as I felt my Daddy's
hard-on pressing into my ass. I rubbed myself deliberately against
him, and kind of turned a little, to press my breasts right into his
chest and rub them there.
"Daddy, I was wondering," I cooed. "Why can't we have air
conditioning?"
"That again," he sighed, licking his lips.
"It don't cost that much," I whined.
"It's not necessary. We hardly ever get the heat that bad."
"Maybe you think so," I sniffed. "The heat is plenty bad enough for
me."
"It's a waste of money," he said.
"Pleeeease?" I kissed him on the cheek, then on the neck, then on the
cheek again.
"Laurie," he said, his voice a little husky.
"Your kinda my man, aren't you daddy?" I asked, all wide eyed
innocence.
"Huh?"
"Well, the man is supposed to provide for his woman."
"You're not my woman. You're my daughter."
"Right now I'm your woman," I said. "I cook for you, and clean the
house, annnnnnd, I could do... other things for you."
I ran my hand over his broad chest, then kissed him on the lips. He
drew back in surprise, swallowing nervously.
"Laurie," he said warningly.
"I'm not a little girl, Daddy," I said. "I'm a grown woman."
"Well you ain't acting like it."
"Sure I am," I grinned. "That's why you're getting all hot and
bothered."
"What? I..."
I slid my hand down and squeezed his cock gently, and heard his breath
inhale sharply.
"Laurie! Stop that! Get off!"
He tried to push me off but I held onto him. I put my arms around him
and hugged him tight, clinging to him as he tried to put me off.
"Laurie, you do as I say!"
"Daddy," I said, raising my eyes to his and looking at him firmly. "I
know what men need. You're a man, and I'm a grown woman."
I gripped his wrist, pulling his hand from my arm and placing it
against my left breast. At first he jerked it back, but I leaned
forward against him, pushing my breast into his hand. His cock
throbbed beneath me, and his eyes stared down at my chest as his hand
shook against my tittie.
I reached behind my back and untied the spaghetti string and the front
of the light dress fell down, exposing my breasts. He gasped and
licked his lips, and I had to take his hand again and press it against
my naked breast.
I was kind of feeling hot too, though I seldom did with Brad. I guess
it was the way I was sort of... seducing him, y'know? He was getting
so excited at the sight and feel of me that it was turning me on too.
His hand started to close on my breast, and he cupped it with a light
touch, sort of lifting an weighing it. My nipple was hard and felt
hot and sensitive, and I licked my own lips as his thumb slipped over
it, stroking it lightly.
"Go ahead, Daddy," I whispered. "I want you to."
He squeezed my breast, his breathing becoming more ragged as he became
less and less restrained, and worked his fingers into the soft meat
with more and more enthusiasm.
"Oh, baby," he gasped.
I laid back against his arm as he stroked and squeezed and kneaded my
breasts. Then watched in satisfaction as he bent and began to lick,
then suckle at my nipple. I felt exultant that he was so happy, so
excited, and sighed in pleasure as his tongue and lips moved on my
nipples.
There was even a kind of sexual excitement in me, mostly from having
turned him on so high. But also from the tingling in my breasts as he
worked on them. Brad had never spent that much time on my breasts.
Mostly he just squeezed them real hard, in a way that was more painful
than pleasurable, and bit on them a little.
Daddy was stroking and caressing them in a way nobody ever had, his
fingers pinching the nipples lightly, rolling them and squeezing them.
His tongue lapped over the hard pink buds, and his lips suckled as he
drew them, one at a time, into his mouth.
They felt so... hot in his mouth, the way his mouth sucked, the way
his tongue licked, and the odd little nibbling with his teeth. My
breasts felt hot and swollen, and the nipples throbbed with excitement
and electricity in a way they never had before.
I was surprised that he was spending so long, but in no hurry for him
to stop. Nobody had ever spent so much effort on my titties before,
and they were feeling so good as a result that I was amazed. I found
my heart beating faster, my blood flowing more strongly.
I also felt a kind of tingling heat between my legs, down in my lower
belly, a moist, warm, heaviness that made me feel really nice.
Daddy finally gripped the hem of my dress and slid it upwards, and I
shifted so he could pull it out from under my behind. I raised my
hands as he slid the dress up and off, and then sat back in just my
little string bikini panties as he resumed stroking and squeezing my
breasts.
I felt just a bit embarrassed about him seeing me like this, but he
was my Daddy, after all, so it didn't matter. He'd seen me naked lots
of times when I was little.
His fingers slid into the string of my panties, gripped it, and tugged
them slowly down. I felt a quivering anxiety as my softly furred
pussy was exposed to his eyes for the first time. My face flushed a
little in embarrassment as he pulled my panties down and off.
Then I was utterly naked, and Daddy's hands moved smoothly over my
body. I raised my head and he slid a hand behind it, then kissed me
on the lips. He pulled back, but I moved forward, pressing my lips
against him again, this time opening my mouth.
I slid my tongue back and forth along his lips, then dipped it into
his mouth to meet his own. I felt his other hand sliding up and down
over my breasts, then moving down my belly and in between my legs. He
cupped my pussy and squeezed, and I gasped in pleasure, feeling heat
flood into me.
His fingers kneaded my pussy meat as our tongues slid together with
growing passion. I was breathing harder and heavier, and my body was
growing more excited. I ground myself on his hand, gasping and
moaning in heat as pleasure rolled over my mind.
"Dadddy!" I gasped. "Oooh! Oohhhh! Unhhhhh!"
I felt a finger pierce me, cleaving the folds of my tight, warm, slick
pussy lips and sliding up into my fuck hole. I gasped again and
humped against it, astonished at my own excitement, shocked at the
pleasure boiling through me.
I humped on his finger, then felt a second enter me.
"Yess! Yess! Ohhh! Daddy! Daddy! Ooohh!" I panted.
"You like that, baby?" he gasped.
"Ooohh!"
He thrust his fingers up to the knuckles inside me and I ground myself
helplessly against them, then his thumb pressed down on my clit and he
squeezed up with his fingers. He caught my clitty between them and
rolled it rapidly back and forth.
The heat fire roared up like a bonfire with gas thrown on it. I cried
out in shocked pleasure, arching my back and jerking spastically. My
ass ground against his thighs and I humped desperately as an orgasm,
the first of my life, ripped through my body.
I thrashed and shook as Daddy held me down with one hand and jerked me
off with the other. I gasped and panted and whined, slamming my head
back into the arm of the sofa again and again as my nervous system
crackled and burned in orgiastic pleasure.
Then I went limp, panting for breath, chest heaving as I lay there in
languorous aftermath, astonished and dazed. Daddy leaned over and
kissed my left breast, then pulled his fingers out of me and stood up,
hefting me in his arms.
He walked upstairs to his bedroom, the master bedroom, what had been
my parents' bedroom as long as I could remember, a place I wasn't
permitted to enter.
He carried me through the door and set me down on the bed, then calmly
undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. He undid his pants and
pushed the zipper down. I stared at it, at the zipper, laying there
naked on his bed, and watched as his pants slid down.
He stepped out of them, and my eyes focused on the bulging erection in
his boxer shorts. Then he jerked them down and off, and was naked,
naked like me.
He was still powerfully built. I was a small woman, having taken
after my mother, but Daddy was well over six feet tall, and very
strong. His cock was thick and hard, bigger than Brad's had been, not
so much longer as... thicker.
It was hard and hairy and dark, and I couldn't take my eyes off it as
he crawled into bed. He lifted my legs up and apart, then set them
down on the bed. I raised my knees, my feet flat on the bed as Daddy
knelt there between them, stroking his hands over my breasts and
belly.
Then he slid forward over me, his body pressing against mine, sliding
over my skin until were face to face, eye to eye, groin to groin. His
weight was heavy on me, but familiar, from Brad. I could feel his
entire body with mine, his flesh against me, his chest pressing down
my breasts.
He kissed me, and I slid my arms around him and kissed him back,
filled with love and devotion. He stroked my breasts, and ran his
hand up and down my body. I felt his cock, hard and thick, laying
between our bellies.
He raised his hips and gripped his cock, then pressed the head against
my cunt crack. I felt it catch at the small hole, then press forward.
My cunt spread around it and it slid down inside me.
I groaned in pleasure as it spread my pussy tunnel wide. My cunt
strained but not painfully. There was just this wonderful.. full...
sensation. I felt packed with his cock, felt it filling my belly, and
rejoiced in it. It twisted as he moved atop me, and I mewled in
pleasure as it stirred my insides.
His lips and mine sought each other again and our tongues slithered
together. Then he began to grind himself into me, a slow, grinding
movement that made his cock rub over my clitty with hard, steady
pressure. The pressure built up in my skull again and I drew my knees
back and apart more, moaning and sighing in happiness.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" I panted. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
He gripped my head in his hands and crushed my lips with his, then
began to pump his cock in me, using a slow but hard stroke, his cock
sliding back and forth through my steamy, burning pussy tube as his
ass rose and fell.
He let go of my head, and his hands slid down under me, cupping my
ass, digging into the soft meat as he fucked harder. He jerked my ass
upwards to meet his thrusts, and I grunted with the impact as his cock
thrust hard into me, his hips struck my thighs bruisingly, and my cunt
burned hotter and harder and higher.
"Oh, Jesus! Oh God!" he panted. "Oh baby! Baby!'
"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy!" I cried, trying to hump back
against him.
His cock was driving harder inside me, sawing roughly over my clitoris
as he fucked into me. I clutched him desperately, grunting and
moaning and panting as my body was bathed in sexual lust and desire.
The center of my universe became my cunt, and that hard, pounding tube
of flesh sliding back and forth inside it.
Then I came again, gurgling in wondrous pleasure, snapping my head
back and crying out in gladness as the orgasm rolled over me and
swamped my mind with ecstasy. Daddy was pounding down into me, and
every deep, hard thrust made sent a fresh burst of explosive heat into
the orgasm, raising it higher.
Then he came inside me, and I knew a new joy as his sperm shot up into
my belly, pouring into me like liquid life. This was how I was born,
I thought dazedly. His sperm had made me, and now it was inside me.
We lay together afterwards, kissing lightly, stroking each others'
bodies. I was still stunned by the pleasure he had given me, and felt
closer to him than I ever had in my life, closer than I'd ever been to
anyone.
After a while he slid down my body, mouthing and suckling at my
breasts, then sliding his tongue over my belly and down between my
legs. My eyes widened, for I'd heard of guys licking girls there, but
had never had it done to me. Brad had no interest in it.
He knelt between my spread legs, propped on his elbows and looking at
my sex. I felt a bit embarrassed at him looking at me like that, but
the embarrassment was nothing compared to the excitement and
anticipation coursing through me.
His hands stroked my thighs gently, then his thumbs pressed against
the soft folds of my pussy lips, slowly easing between them, then
peeling them apart, exposing the moist, pink flesh inside. He looked
at it, then eased his head down and his tongue licked along my pussy
meat.
I gasped, then bit down on my lip as I watched and felt him. His
tongue felt like fire as it slid through my quivering pink flesh. I
felt it screwing down into my pussy hole, licking and lapping at my
inner flesh. He sucked on my hole, then moved his lips upwards over
my clit.
An explosion seemed to take place inside me when his lips touched my
clit. The fiery pleasure roared up and made my entire body shudder in
response. I jerked my head back and stared up at the ceiling as his
lips sucked on my clitty, then his tongue lapped against it.
My clitty was a hard, super sensitive little bud of fuck joy, and the
things he did to it were making my mind reel. He sucked hard, then
blew. He licked and nibbled. He rubbed and stroked and teased and
squeezed.
I came, with cries of shocked pleasure, then came again, then again.
For long, long minutes Daddy sucked and licked at my pussy, doing
things I'd never imagined before, and tearing my body apart with
pleasure. A fourth time I approached orgasm, my body sweating, my
hair matted against my face, my chest aching.
He pulled back, then straightened, kneeling between my quivering
thighs. His cock was hard again, and I longed for it. He rubbed it
up and down against my clit, taunting me, teasing me, and I moaned and
whimpered, needing it inside me.
"Daddddyyyyy!" I moaned. "Fuck meeee! Fuck meee!"
He thrust into me and I cried out in pleasure. Then he gripped my
legs behind the knees, lifting them and forcing them back against my
chest. He jammed them back hard, the way Brad used to, but now there
was only pleasure, and a deep sexual need in me.
He rose up over me, his weight on my legs, crushing them downwards,
then thrust in hard and fast. He began to fuck me then, and there was
no other word for it. It was no making love but fucking. I was being
fucked, and fucked hard. His cock was pounding down into me with
savage force and speed, stabbing into the center of my belly with each
hard thrust.
His hips pounded against my upturned ass cheeks, slamming me downwards
into the bed, and I cried out with each impact, a mixture of pleasure
and pain. My guts churned and writhed around his pistoning cock, and
my eyes closed as I shuddered in orgiastic pleasure.
I came again, my insides exploding with pleasure, my mind burning and
roiling under the waves of ecstasy as Daddy rammed his cock down into
me with wild abandon. The bed creaked and groaned underneath us as
the springs flung me up to meet each new thrust.
I gurgled in helpless sexual glory, unable to breath, unable to think,
basking in the fires of my own inner juices as Daddy's cock continued
to drive down into my fuck tunnel with relentless speed and power.
Then he came inside me, his juices spewing out into my sucking fuck
chamber. I felt my spasming cunt suck on his boner, milking it for
every last drop as he cursed and moaned and then dropped over me
again.
Things didn't precisely change between me and Daddy, at least, not in
the way I felt about him or he felt about me. The only change was
lust and pleasure. For the first week we fucked like bunnies. Daddy
was so glad to be getting sex again, especially a hot young piece like
me, and I was so overjoyed at discovering the joys of my own body,
that we could hardly let each other alone. We took baths together,
and I rode up and down on his cock in the tub. He fucked me on the
kitchen table, and bent over the sofa. He sucked my pussy repeatedly,
and I sucked his cock.
We kissed and hugged more often, only now his hands would usually roam
over my body, squeezing my ass or titties, or sliding up between my
legs.
I think the best position for me, the one I liked the most, was on all
fours, with Daddy taking me from behind doggy style. To me, nothing
spoke more of being his woman, and him being my man, than to kneel on
all fours like a bitch in heat, and have him mount me and ride me to
orgasm.
I loved sex, and loved Daddy for showing me how wonderful it was. I
became, at least in the next months, so... sexual... so... hot and
filled with desire, that often he would jerk me off right out of the
blue, just for his own amusement.
He would pull me into his lap, or bend me over a table or chair, or
just push me against a wall, then slide his hand down my pants or up
under my skirt and jerk me off. It never took more than a couple of
minutes for me to come like crazy.
I was a helpless captive of my newly awakened desires, but a willing
one.
I moved into Daddy's room shortly after that. It seemed a waste of
time and effort to keep everything in my room when I spent almost
every night in his bed anyway. Both of us wanted to fuck before going
to bed, and first thing in the morning.
I didn't bother searching out someone else, because Daddy was all I
needed. When I think of all the women out there married to jerks and
creeps, or guys who paid them little attention, I kind of felt smug.
Daddy was the nicest, warmest, gentlest, most caring and loving man in
the world.
And he was great in bed.
Why would I want anyone else?
Daddy was a little annoyed when I told him I was pregnant. I had
secretly stopped taking the pill, and not told him about being
pregnant until I started to show, and it was too late to do anything.
I had a son for him, then a pair of twins, girls. After that Daddy
made sure I took the pills every day, but I think he was glad to have
kids around the house again.
Years later, when Ann was old enough, and starting to become sexually
active, I persuaded Daddy to show her how much enjoyment she could get
from her own body. I didn't want her getting stuck with a creep like
Brad, and thinking sex was boring.
She was a little reluctant at first, but she quickly became an
enthusiastic participant in our sex life. Daddy even showed me how to
lick pussy, so that she and I could pleasure ourselves when he wasn't
around.
Too many of them, like me, give themselves to ignorant, crude, fumble
fingered guys who don't care about their pleasure. It's too bad more
girls didn't learn about sex from their fathers.
END
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