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DADDY'S LOST DAUGHTER (Inc, pedo, best, M/b, F/f, f/f, orgy, piss, oral)
By Zorroscamp
CHAPTER 1
It's not that Tilly Rose wasn't loved, she was. Growing up an a stable
family environment she blossomed under the care of her parents, however,
Tilly always felt that there was something important missing in her
life. Her parents were strict disciplinarians, they weren't cruel or but
made sure Tilly toed the line and was always on her best behavior.
Even from an early age her parents treated her as a lady and expected
her to behave like one. There was no going home with dirty clothing
after play with the other children, candy was strictly rationed because
it could ruin her teeth and a treat of junk food was almost non-existent.
There were other things as well; while her parents encouraged her to
seek knowledge during her schooling they never assisted in any form of
research or discussion of homework. She was made to seek her own answers
and draw what conclusions she could and woe-betide her if her grades
fell short of average.
Then when she did excel, as she often did during a specific project and
received high grades, there was no, "Well done" or hugs and kisses to
encourage Tilly to strive even harder. The only physical contact
received was the kiss on the cheek when she retired for the night. Once
she tried to climb onto her father's knee for a cuddle but was roughly
pushed away by her daddy while her mother had said, "It isn't lady like
to do that." Tilly never tried it again.
When Tilly was just a few weeks short of her twelfth birthday she found
blood in her panties, horrified, she called her mother for assistance.
There was no sympathy and little
reassurance, only a lecture about it being a, "women's thing," and from
that time on she would be, "unclean," once a month for the rest of her life.
The word unclean was branded on poor young Tilly's brain together with
the idea that anything to do with sex was unhealthy and should never be
mentioned under any circumstance. After being shown how to apply a
sanitary napkin Tilly was told that she must look after herself in
future and not bother her mother again.
Once again Tilly never did, even when during some of her early periods
she suffered excruciating cramps, she put with the pain rather than ask
her mother for help. It was about that time that Tilly began to lack
self confidence and considered she was unworthy of affection but oh! How
the poor girl craved affection.
Time and again Tilly dreamed her father came to her bed, held her gently
in his arms cuddling her body to him before tenderly kissing her
goodnight, but it never happened... not once.
So the years rolled by and even though Tilly began to develop into a
beautiful young lady, she retreated further into her shell. Answering
questions only when asked and never involving herself in a group
activity, but all of that, was to magically change.
CHAPTER 2
It was late summer when Tilly walked in on a conversation between her
parents. She sat quietly thumbing through a fashion magazine pretending
to read but listening with interest.
"Well I don't want him here. From what I remember he has no respect
whatsoever for normal values and even less for those around him.
Remember how he left me? Heaven knows what would have happened if you
hadn't have stepped into his shoes. The man has no sense of
responsibility at all," her mother said.
Daddy's face was red with anger, "You were just as much to blame as
Paul, you used yourself to trap him, who can blame him for shooting
through when he saw through your little scheme. I wished to God I had,
there has to be a better life than the one you've put me through."
Tilly had seen her daddy angry before but never like this. She sunk down
in the chair making herself invisible as she could and hoping the ground
would open and swallow her up.
"Don't you dare talk too me like that. I've been a good wife to you and
you've never said a grateful word since we were married. No woman should
have to put up with what I do."
"Ah! A good wife? Yes, all except in one department. A dead cod fish has
got more sensitivity and feeling than what you have. I don't give a damn
what you say, Paul is my brother and he's going to stay with us until he
finds his own place. The guest apartment out the back is fully contained
so he can stay there, no one comes to visit us anyway not that I'm
surprised with your bitchy temper."
Tilly's mom seemed fit to explode, "Yes, he's your brother, both of you
are so alike. So long as you get your carnal pleasures you're happy. Do
you think I enjoyed lying down for him? All I wanted was a house and
security; I certainly didn't intend to get pregnant."
"But you did," her father shouted, "Then when Paul left for the navy you
came moaning to me, saying you'd made a mistake and I was the one you
really wanted and I was fool enough to believe it. You and your brat
have made my life a misery ever since. Well Paul's coming and he's
staying and that's an end to the matter."
Tears clouded Tilly's eyes when she realized that they were talking
about her, holding back the sobs that were caught in her throat, she
quickly ducked out of the room and made it to the back garden before the
wail of despair left her lips. So intense was the argument between her
parents, they had not even noticed that she'd been there.
Tilly missed dinner that night. She lay on her bed sobbing, realizing
that the man she thought to be her father wasn't but a brother of her
father named Paul. She knew that she wasn't intended to hear any of the
conversation but it had explained in some way why her father had been so
cool towards her.
At breakfast the next morning the atmosphere was strained, but her
father took the time to explain that her uncle Paul was coming to stay
with them for a while and would be living in the self-contained guest
rooms at the back. He went on to explain that his brother had spent
years in the navy and now that his term was finished, would be looking
to settle back into civilian life.
It was a couple of weeks later that Tilly watched her Uncle Paul's
arrival from an upstairs window. She was expecting to see some decrepit
figure, instead it was a man of military bearing who sprightly stepped
from the taxi. He was tall and muscular, looked to be in his early
forties with hair the colour of grey steel. She saw her father and Paul
embrace, the first time her father had shown any real affection for anyone.
It was much later that her daddy took her down to the guest unit and
introduced her to Uncle Paul. "So this is Tilly Rose, I haven't seen you
since you were a baby, what a beautiful young lady you've turned into."
Paul said greeting her with a big wide smile.
Then to Tilly's surprise and embarrassment he lifted her as though she
were a feather kissing her firmly on the cheek before crushing her to
him in a bear like hug. Tilly was flustered by the sudden show of
affection, her heartbeat increasing rapidly at the suddenness of the
stranger's actions.
When at last Paul placed her back on the ground she looked up into his
handsome face and said breathlessly, "Hello Uncle Paul." Again she was
rewarded by a huge smile and cheeky wink from his bright blue eyes.
After that moment Tilly hung around her uncle as often as she could. She
was drawn to him, admitting to herself the reason being that she wanted
to know her real father better.
It became a habit for her to slip out in the morning and collect the
paper and deliver it to the guest room. Then joining Uncle Paul on the
balcony of the small dining area they would sit and drink fresh coffee.
The first few mornings were uncomfortable for Tilly and the conversation
she made was stilted, but Paul had that pleasant habit of making
everyone he spoke with feel at ease. Soon the conversations were free
flowing, Tilly finding herself actually volunteering information and
making significant contributions.
Paul often made her laugh with some of the outrageous stories he told
about the navy and some of the places he'd visited. More and more she
found she wanted to be with him whenever she could and would go out of
her way to visit at every opportunity.
One day Paul invited her to join him for a trip to the botanic gardens.
For three solid hours they wandered around the grounds looking at exotic
trees and flowers. Then Paul had taken her small hand in his, "Come on
Tilly, time for lunch. Let's find a café and refresh ourselves."
Tilly found herself thrilled at his touch. She felt like a little girl
again as they walked hand in hand across a grassed area toward the
park's pavilion. She could never remember ever being as happy as she was
at that moment.
While they ate, Tilly imagined what her life would have been like if
Paul had married her mother and then immediately put such a thought to
one side. While she knew her mother loved her, she was incapable of
showing any loving feelings for her or any one else, including it
seemed, her husband. Tilly let out a deep sigh and nibbled absent
mindedly at her sandwich.
"That's a heavy sigh for a youn'un," Paul smiled at her. "Penny for your
thoughts."
Tilly looked at the handsome man seated opposite, "Sorry Uncle Paul. I
was just thinking about something. It's been a lovely day I've really
enjoyed myself. All the years I've lived in the city and this is the
first time I've visited the gardens."
"Yes it has been a lovely day and I want to thank you for sharing it
with me. I hate doing things like this on my own, you coming along was
an absolute bonus. Nothing pleases a sailor more than to have a pretty
girl on his arm," Then grinning wickedly at her, "Unless of course it's
two pretty girls."
Tilly felt herself blushing, she could never remember having a
compliment like that before. Remembering her manners she stood and gave
a little courtesy, "Thank you
Sir," she said.
Laughing with her Paul stood up and placed the money for the check and
generous tip on the table. "Come on sweet thing, time to make tracks for
home." Tilly once again flushed with pleasure as he took her hand in his.
When they reached the park gates Paul stopped at the flower seller and
purchased a single stemmed red rose. Grabbing Tilly with a hand on each
shoulder he hugged her to him and planted a soft kiss on the forehead.
"There you are sweetheart, a perfect rose for another perfect rose."
Tilly's heart almost jumped into her throat and it wasn't the gift of a
rose that did it, although she really appreciated the gesture. It was
Paul's kiss that seemed to burn like fire on her forehead and the
inexplicable stab she felt in her heart. She looped her arm through
Paul's and walked on air to the bus stop.
As they reached the house Paul invited her to join him later. "The last
time I was in Australia I purchased some compact disks of a special
nature. I think you'd enjoy them would you like to listen to them with me?"
Tilly agreed saying that she would join him as soon as all her assigned
chores were complete and she'd had her dinner.
CHAPTER 3
It was a little after 7pm when Tilly knocked on the guest room door.
Paul opened the door and ushered her in. "Good timing Tilly," he said
quickly kissing her on the forehead again and catching her totally by
surprise, "Let's get started."
Tilly made to sit on an armchair, "No don't sit there Tilly. Come and
sit on the lounge with me. That's the focal point for the speakers. I've
already got the disks loaded, the remotes in my hand so all we have to
do is relax.
"This music is by Tony O'Connor. He blends his arrangements and
compositions with sounds of the Australian Bush, I think you'll find
them quite exciting.
"Now I'll just kill the lights.... close your eyes and listen and you'll
be transported to beautiful and magical land."
Paul pressed the play button and the haunting opening to "Breath Deep
Magic" filled the room. Tilly marveled at the mixture of sounds,
especially the cries of the kookaburra that hauntingly blended in with
the soft melody.
Australia had been one of her major projects when she was at school so
it wasn't hard to close her eyes and see the gum trees dancing their
branches in light winds in time with the music. Then visions of the
rainforest appeared with the rippling streams meandering through
paradise and the calls of rare parrots as they flitted among the trees.
She visualized the vast brown plains of a country with an opal heart,
where the kangaroo leaped in great bounds across the harsh desert
fringes, while the huge graceful wedge-tailed eagles spiraled lazily in
the bright blue sky.
The exciting sounds of a didgeridoo communicating with the ancient land
while the Australian magpie, sang the most beautiful bird song in all
the world.
So lost was Tilly in the magic of the music, she didn't even realize
that Paul had his arm around her until there was a small break between
tracks. When she did, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to
lay her head against his chest and snuggle into him.
Paul's hand stroked her hair in time with the soft melodies and Tilly's
heart was fit to burst with happiness.
Two hours had passed by the time the second disk had finished leaving a
room so silent you could have heard a pin drop. If Paul hadn't have been
stroking her hair she would have believed that he'd have fallen asleep.
The music had calmed Tilly, almost hypnotized her into such a feeling of
well-being she knew there could be no better time than now to resolve a
question that had been niggling away inside her brain. Taking a deep
breath she took her courage in both hands and hoped for the best.
"Uncle Paul?.... You're my real daddy aren't you?" she asked.
It seemed ages before Paul spoke and Tilly was frightened she'd upset
him. She anxiously held her breath waiting for a reply.
"Yes I am Tilly Rose. How do you know?" he asked.
Tilly quietly told him about the argument between her mom and dad. How
things had been said that she wasn't meant to hear and how much she'd
hurt afterwards.
"Why didn't you marry mom, is it because you didn't want me?" Tilly asked.
Paul pulled her tightly against him almost squeezing the breath from
her, "No baby, no.
Nothing could be further from the truth. I'm not going to tell you any
stories about your mom but it would have been a dreadful mistake for me
to have married her.
"Trust me when I say it was for the best Tilly but I want you to know
that I've always loved you. Look I'll show you," he said reaching into
his pocket for his wallet.
From the centre he took out four dog-eared photographs and displayed
them on Tilly's lap. Each one was of her at different ages and from
their condition Tilly could see that they'd been looked at hundreds of
times.
Something else suddenly dawned on Tilly, "Birthday cards and Christmas
cards with money in, you sent them didn't you? I used to ask mom who
they were from and she said, she didn't know. It was you wasn't it?"
"Guilty as charged. Your mom thought it best that we do it that way, I
didn't want to fight with her for fear of hurting you. I'd have sooner
have lived without you in my life than make you unhappy."
Tears seeped from the corner of Tilly's eyes and Paul's heart went out
to her and it almost broke when she sobbed, "I'd have sooner had you
than the cards and the money."
Paul scooped Tilly up onto his knee and cradled her in his arms softly
kissing the tears away from her cheeks, stroking her hair with one hand
while the other patted her back comfortingly.
Two things happened to Tilly at that moment, her heart filled to
overflowing with love for this man and she felt a pool of wetness
forming in the gusset of her panties. She was confused at her feelings
and didn't know what to do but bury her face into his neck. He continued
to rock and caress her while making comforting noises, giving her the
cuddles she'd missed out on in life.
It happened without any warning. Even though Paul had not touched her
sexually in any way, Tilly Rose whimpered in his arms, her body trembled
and shook while the first orgasm of her life exploded into her panties.
She felt Peter hold her tightly as the orgasmic waves flowed over her
and when the final shudder had passed, he gently kissed her softly on
the lips.
"Are you alright baby?" he asked.
The sound of her mother's voice echoed in the back of her head, "It's
not lady like. Sex is dirty. You're unclean." Tilly scrambled off Paul's
knee sobbing and ran from the room and back to the house.
Throwing herself on her bed Tilly felt as though she would die of shame.
Curling up into a tight ball, she sobbed herself into an uneasy sleep
which was punctuated with dreams of hellfire and damnation.
CHAPTER 4
For two days Tilly managed to avoid Paul. She still collected the
morning paper but left it on the mat in front of the guestroom door.
Knowing Paul's usual movements, she contrived ways to avoid him and
succeeded well until early on Sunday evening.
Her parents were out and she believed that if Paul had followed his
usual movements he would have gone down to the hotel for a drink. Tilly
had taken the opportunity to care for the small rose bush growing in the
secluded area of the court yard which was situated between the house and
the guest room. It was a pretty area which was protected from the
elements by three high brick walls allowing the growth of ferns and
other exotic plants. It was one of Tilly's favorite places.
Carefully snipping away the dead and dying roses, Tilly sucked in the
earthy heady scents given off by the plants in the courtyard after
they'd been sprinkled by the automatic watering system. Completely lost
in the job at hand, she didn't hear Paul approaching behind her.
"Why have you been avoiding me Tilly, what have I done?" Paul asked
placing his hands on her shoulders.
Tilly let out a little scream and jumped violently, dropping the
clippers in fright. Quickly she spun around to find Paul almost on top
of her, a gentle smile on his face and concern written in his eyes.
"I… I haven't been… avoiding you. I've had things to do," she lied.
Paul moved to hold her but she took a step back and then kept retreating
until her back came up against one of the high walls. She felt the cold
dampness of masonry through the thin material of her summer dress. "I
really must finish that rose bush," she said.
"Bugger the rose bush. Something's upset you and I want to know what it
is, I've really missed you the last two days. We were getting on so well
together and then you took off like a frightened rabbit leaving me to
wonder what the hell I'd done wrong. That wasn't fair of you Tilly, I
deserve better than that."
Tilly's bottom lip trembled and tears sprang to the corners of her eyes.
She knew that it was impossible for her to lie to this man. The only way
was to place her trust in him and hope that all would be well. He was
after all, her real daddy and she should be able to confide in him.
Paul tilted Tilly's chin upwards with his finger tips then lowered his
head, kissing the tears away from her eyes. His heart filled to
overflowing for his long lost daughter and his happiness at finding her
was now overshadowed by her sadness. "Please Tilly; tell me what I've
done to hurt you. If you don't tell me, I can't make it better."
A fresh flow of tears erupted from Tilly's eyes and her shoulders shook
as she sobbed
into her hands. "It wasn't you daddy, it was me,'" she blurted out.
"Whatever do your mean? You did nothing wrong at all, one minute you
were on my knee having a cuddle, the next, you rushed out in an absolute
panic. You're confusing me Tilly, tell me what made you act in such a
manner?"
"I…'erm… something happened," Tilly cast her eyes down to the floor of
the brick-paved courtyard her face blushing bright red with
embarrassment. "I… did… I did something dirty." Once she blurted out the
truth Tilly began to sob again. She just wished she could be anywhere
else in the world at that moment.
Paul's arms closed around her and hugged her sobbing body into his
chest, his strong hands cradling her head into his neck. Tilly could
feel her breasts pressing into him and his thigh crushing against her
sex as he held her. Strangely there was serene comfort in this mans
arms, even though she'd told him her guilty secret it didn't seem to
matter to him, his concern was only for her happiness.
"What do you mean you did something dirty, what did you do?" asked Peter
puzzled by his daughter's behavior.
Still clinging to him she looked up at his face with weepy eyes and
tried to explain the sin she had committed. "When I was sitting on your
knee, I got wet… down there and then something happened and I got very
wet and soaked my panties. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to happen daddy."
Paul loved the word daddy, that's twice she'd called him that and it
made him so proud that she'd accepted him. Understanding what had
happened he calmed her sobs with a gentle kiss on her mouth, a kiss that
lasted longer than it should have and one to which Tilly responded. She
pressed her body even more tightly against him and her lips parted with
unexplained passion.
"Tilly, listen to me. There was nothing dirty about that at all, it's
just a normal thing that happens to young ladies, it happens to boys as
well, it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of, who told you it was dirty?"
Hesitantly, Tilly told him about her mother and the words she had used.
She went on to tell him she'd been told that the space between her legs
was dirty and that any feelings she had there should be ignored.
Paul was angry, in fact he could never remember being so angry in his
life. That bloody stupid frigid bitch had tried hard to fuck with his
daughter's head. He thanked his lucky stars that he'd come here so that
he could help her.
He looked down at Tilly and saw the love and adoration in her eyes. He
felt her sharp breasts pushing hard into his chest and realized his
thigh was pressing tightly between her legs and that her small body was
pressed up against the wall with no room for further retreat. The sudden
swelling in his trousers told him he wanted her desperately, she was not
just his daughter but an object of desire.
His hands traveled across her shoulders and slowly down her arms until
her reached her small delicate hands. Taking her hands in his, he pinned
them against the wall with gentle pressure and slowly lifted them up in
an arc until they were spread-eagled against the wall. Tilly's eyes
blinked agreement, his lips pressed against hers and they were lost to
the world as their bodies melded together in an unquenchable passion.
Neither knew how long the kiss lasted but it seemed to go on for
eternity. Tilly felt the wetness forming between her legs and a growing
lump pressing against her thigh, it pleased her to know that she'd
excited her daddy and she felt no shame in her thoughts.
Finally Paul broke from his daughter leaving her gasping and leaning
against the wall for support. "Come to me in half hour," he said. Tilly
could only nod her head as she watched him depart.
CHAPTER 5
Even though Tilly took that half hour to shower and change into fresh
clothing she could do nothing about her seeping pussy. It seemed to have
a mind all of its own and even though she blotted herself with tissues a
couple of times, it returned quickly to its damp condition.
Heart beating quickly with excitement, Tilly was nearly 5-minutes early
when she nervously knocked on the guest room door before twisting the
knob and entering.
The now familiar strains of Tony O'Connor's music filled the dim candle
lit rooms with the magic of "Bushland Dreaming". Tilly had the feeling
that she was entering a velvet lined trap.
Strong arms wrapped around her from the back, hands settling on her
tummy, squeezing gently, "Ah! There you are I've missed you." Paul
whispered into her ear. Holding her arms upwards slightly, Tilly spun
her narrow waist around in her daddy's arms until she was facing him and
then uplifted her chin. The kiss that followed was soft, loving and
highly erotic.
Tilly found herself being guided across the room until they were stood
alongside the queen-sized bed. She felt and knew she was vulnerable,
like a little lost girl who was waiting for her daddy to encircle her
with his magic cloak of protection. Again he kissed her, hands gently
massaging her back and then buttocks, his hardness pressing against her
compliant body. Then ever so gently, she found herself being guided down
onto the bed.
Paul lay alongside his daughter raised on one elbow and looked at the
beauty spread out before him. Tilly had her arms above her head as if in
total surrender, the gentle swell of breasts tenting out the front of
the light button-through summer-dress. Long hair cascaded around her
shoulders providing the perfect frame for her pretty face, while light
blue eyes looked at him with devotion and trust.
Everything about her was perfect, even the mixture of scents that arose
from her sensuous body added to the unmistakable signals that she was
ready to surrender everything to him. For long moments he drank in the
sight of her firm ripe body before his hand began to unfasten her dress
buttons.
Tilly offered no resistance and lay watching as each button was
unfastened and the fabric parted, slowly revealing her treasures to the
man she had come to love and trust more than any other in the world. Her
daddy could have taken a knife at that moment and plunged it into her
heart and she wouldn't have resisted, gladly sacrificing herself if it
was to mean pleasure for him.
The final button popped, she felt the two panels of her dress parted and
she was opened up to the loving gaze of her daddy. There was no bra,
only her perfectly formed breasts were there, offering themselves with
all the promise of the pleasure they had to offer, each of which was
crowned with very erect nipples. She gasped out in pleasure as his mouth
came down and suckled on her.
The whole of one breast was sucked completely into his mouth, she could
feel the strong sucking motion and the swirl of his tongue playing with
the nipple which felt as though it would burst at any moment. Sharp
teeth were nibbled the soft underside of the fleshy globe before
attacking the nipple, small bites teasing the delicate tissue almost
beyond her endurance. Never had she envisaged that her breast could
bring so much pleasure.
Tilly gasped and let out a low moan when she felt his hand on the tender
inner flesh of her thigh. She knew what his next move would be and she
was embarrassed, the gusset of her panties were all but dripping with
the juices that hadn't stopped flowing since the kiss in the courtyard.
Even so, she parted her legs in invitation, ensuring that there was no
impediment to his accessing her most private part. She held her breath
in anticipation, moaning again when he touched her for the first time.
Paul brushed her lips with his own, "You're very wet Tilly, you need to
cum badly. Just relax and let me take care of that for you, you'll feel
a lot better when I've relieved the pressure." Slipping her sopping
gusset to one side, his finger slid easily up her slit until it reached
her engorged clit. Although it was rock hard like a small pebble, it was
also a spring for a trap, the safety valve for a boiler and a lever that
would release the rush of water from a pent-up dam.
Paul barely touched the delicate morsel. Tilly's mouth and eyes opened
wide in surprise and then trembled uncontrollably as the second orgasm
of her life ripped through her small body. She remembered calling out
"Daddy" in a plaintive voice but it was not a call for help, it was the
only word she could think of that associated with the meaning of great
pleasure. The major eruption was followed by two minor ones, something
she thought were like after-shocks of an earthquake for indeed, that's
what had happened to her body.
If Tilly was wet before she was now positively soaking and looked up it
to her daddy's eyes with concern. "I'm sorry daddy, I didn't mean to be
dirty I couldn't help myself."
He pressed his lips to hers again and then comforted her. "I've told you
Tilly, it's not dirty. Your body is made to react that way, it's
perfectly normal and I'm glad that you cum so quickly. Now let's get you
cleaned up a little and make you more comfortable."
Tilly lifted her tight little backside up off the bed as her daddy
removed her panties. Then she watched in absolute disbelief and
amazement as he bent his head down between her spread legs and nearly
died of pleasure as she felt his tongue lap at the juices she'd made.
No part of her pussy and surrounding area missed attention. First her
outer lips were cleaned and then the soft fleshy inner thighs. The
flickering tongue even traveled below her pussy gathering the juices
from her forbidden spot before returning to press between her distended
lips, where a strong mouth sucked the remaining juices from her.
Only when every spot of her juices and cum had been cleaned did he move
her body over to a dry patch where he allowed her tongue-lashed body to
air-dry.
"Take your dress of now honey I want you naked. I'm going to prove that
there is not one square inch of your body that is dirty and that it all
deserves to be loved and this is what is going to help," her daddy said,
as he unfastened the belt of his shower jacket..
Now Tilly had seen photo's of erections in magazines that one of her
friends had taken to the school but not one of them prepared her for the
sight that confronted her moments later. Her daddy was huge, his long
pole had been excited to full erection when playing with her body. She
tried to tear her eyes away, frightened that her interest would
embarrass him but she was unable to do so, her heart beat just doubled
in anticipation.
Paul saw that Tilly's eyes were on stalks. He sighed to himself and
cursed the size of his cock. Only a few women had been able to take it,
most had begged him to stop when he a little more than half-way into
them. Three women had refused point blank to even let him try.
"I'm sorry honey, I know it's big but you don't have to worry. Just
helping me with your hands would be nice though. It's been a long time
for me."
"Daddy it's so big," said Tilly still not taking the eyes of the monster
that confronted her.
"Yes I'm afraid so. I only managed to get half of it in your mom when I
made you and it wasn't as big then. That's when I knew I couldn't marry
her. A man needs to be able to get it all into his wife but she was
never wet enough for me to do it. Just play with it and I'll be
satisfied with that," he said resignedly.
Tilly bit down on her bottom lip and then threw herself in her daddy's
arms. "No daddy, you started this and you have to follow it through. It
may hurt me but you've no idea how much I love and want to please you.
If that means me putting up with some pain I will, but I'm determined
that I'll take you, all you have to do is take control."
Paul realized how precious his daughter was, she wasn't concerned for
herself only for him. Prepared to let herself be ripped inside for his
pleasure and to offer her body in love without any thought for her own
well being.
Hugging her tightly he whispered, "Ok sweetheart, we'll try. Lay back
and spread your legs for me." Lying beside her he took her hand and
placed it on his shaft. Her small inexperienced hand was cool on his hot
rigid shaft and he could tell that she was nervous, but curiosity
finally got the upper hand as the length and breadth were examined.
Tilly sighed in happiness when his finger penetrated her slit, pushing
once more into the damp interior and inducing the lubricants to start
flowing. The first finger was followed by another and then another as
she was opened up ready for the penetration to come. She squeezed her
hand tightly on the steel shaft and tried to imagine what it would be
like to take it up her tight snatch.
She knew it was going to be painful, after all her fingers couldn't meet
her thumb as she grasped it. But her mom had managed to take half of it,
so Tilly was determined she'd do better than that, even if it meant
dying in the attempt.
Tilly felt her daddy's hand remove hers from his cock, "You're almost
wet enough baby, here, put your fingers next to mine and feel how wet
you are." Tilly slipped her finger in along with daddy's and delved into
the wet gooey slit.
"Daddy's right" she thought, "I am ready. Soon I'll know if I can take
him between my legs. Oh! Please let him get it inside me."
A pillow placed beneath her buttocks presented her for servicing and her
daddy was laying over her. Tilly had raised her knees and allowed them
to fall apart making sure that she'd presented herself properly. The
only thing that frightened her at that moment is that her daddy wouldn't
go through with it because he was frightened of hurting her, she
couldn't allow that to happen.
"I'm ready daddy. Just remember I want you to do this and you're in
control. I know you won't hurt me on purpose but if you have to do it,
do so. It doesn't matter what happens to me, I just want to please you
and the only way I know to make you happy is to have you all the way
inside me. Take the gift I'm offering you, I love you so much."
The love Paul felt for Tilly at that moment almost choked in his throat.
His little girl was offering everything she had for his happiness. Yes
he wanted her badly but he didn't want to hurt her, he'd have rather cut
his own throat than harm a hair of her head. But she'd told him to take
control, to hurt her if he had to and take her all the way.
Tilly sensed the conflict within him; she smiled up at him with love and
total trust. "You have to do it daddy, you know you do," she said. "Do
it daddy, do it now."
Tilly reached down between her legs and guided the tip of the monster to
her weeping slit. Paul's lust kicked in at that instant and there would
be no turning back. With grim determination he pressured his hips
forward, Tilly's petal like folds parted in a welcome and his cock-head
lodged at the entrance of her love tunnel.
He paused long enough to gather the waiting lubricant and watching
Tilly's eyes, pressed with firm pressure forcing the head into his
darling daughter. She felt her cunt hole resisting the monster but under
constant, insistent pressure, it gave way and began stretching to
accommodate the invader. The stretching wasn't that painful, more like
uncomfortable, for Tilly it could be likened to a tree trunk being
rammed into her pussy but her daddy's invasion was gentle and assisted
by her excessive flow of juices. The problem started when Paul had a
quarter of his cock into her tightness.
Paul's cock as well as being extremely large, tapered like a candle. The
further down the base the thicker it became, so the start of Tilly's
cunt, already stretched, was coming under new and increasing pressure
and the fucking was beginning to hurt. Bravely she fought back the tears
that were starting to form and bravely smiled at her daddy, encouraging
him to go deeper. He did, his little fuck movements becoming more and
more urgent in his desperation to shove his cock into her tight little
fuck box.
Tilly couldn't help herself, she let out a little yelp as her maidenhead
finally yielded and was swept away by the thick invader. Seeing the
sudden hesitation in her daddy's face she began forcing her body
downward in little movements to meet is thrusts. Even though the
stretching pain was near blinding, she was willing to endure anything to
have daddy's full length up her. Then incredibly the pain gave way to a
throbbing which wasn't unpleasant and that it turn gave way to an
incredible full feeling and intense pleasure.
Almost in a panic she felt between her legs for her daddy's cock and
assessing just how much she had inside her. Happily she discovered it
was all in except for about three inches and she knew, as full as she
was, he'd be able to struggle the remaining length into her cunt pocket.
"It doesn't hurt any more daddy, I'm fully stretched. Force the rest
inside me, I can take it… Please daddy" Tilly begged.
Paul gave three hard strokes, his final one bringing his balls slapping
against Tilly's butt and his cock-head stabbing into his daughter's
cervix. Sharp nails raked at his shoulders and he heard Tilly's
passionate cries beneath him, her body trembling out her orgasm.
It was the final thrust that did it for Tilly. When she felt that heavy
ball sac slap against her butt she had achieved the almost impossible
task of taking her daddy completely within her. She had been thrillingly
and wonderfully taken by the man she loved most in the world, her tight
cunt was filled with every last inch of him and she felt loved.
When the last tremor left her body she felt her daddy withdraw slowly
and then push back in, her recent orgasm and stretching now assisting
the final act of coupling. Tilly's pussy made delightful squishing
noises as her daddy's huge piston plunged into the depths of her very
being, each massive stroke a little quicker than the previous one. There
wasn't one part of the love tube that wasn't being touched and her clit
was massaged by his pubic bone.
She heard herself whimpering as the pace increased, wantonly her hips
thrust with his meeting him stroke for stroke, her tight cunt muscles
gripping the root of his cock, milking the heavenly shaft as it slammed
into her. Tilly's belly was on fire, her nipples so erect with passion
they threatened to explode while minor spasms erupted in her cunt.
"Help me daddy, pleeeeeeease help me daddy," she screamed.
Paul couldn't hold back any longer the thought that he was fucking his
own daughter and was about to fill her belly with sperm was sufficient
to send him over the top. His balls boiled, the shaft tingled and the
head erupted like a volcano, spewing his thick milky man cream deep into
his daughter's womb.
Tilly screamed and stiffened beneath him, then came release as her body
jerked spastically in the throes of a massive orgasm brought on by her
daddy's seed squirting deep inside her. For long moments they both lay
still, lost in a sea of calm after a violent storm.
Paul pulled his softened cock from his daughter and then raised himself
onto his knees looking down at Tilly's pussy. Her lips gaped apart,
still stretched by his massive tool and the product from their union
seeped copiously from the crack. He could see the pinkness of her virgin
blood mixed with his semen and Tilly's cum and his mouth was drawn to
his poor daughters wounded cunt.
Tilly moaned softly as the healing tongue licked around her wounded
pussy, cooling her heated condition and gathering the mingled juices.
His open mouth closed over her crack and the vacuum like sucking drew
everything from her until there was nothing left to take. Then wrapped
in each others arms, they slept.
CHAPTER 6
Freshly showered they lay naked on the bed together cuddling and
kissing. Peter had his arm around Tilly his other hand exploring her
body with his finger tips. When his hand reached the tender lips of her
pussy she parted her legs willingly.
Tilly quickly became wet as her daddy finger fucked her slot and tongue
kissed her mouth. She could feel his thumb massaging her proud clit and
then… something else.
A finger was probing at her backdoor, she looked into his eyes seeking
an answer.
"Ohhhhhhh! Daddy," she gasped as the finger forced its path into her
chute. "You're in the wrong spot,' she cried in embarrassment.
"No I'm not baby. There's not one part of you I don't love. You've got a
really cute little ass, it's one of the first things I noticed about you
and it's the next thing I want after your sweet pussy. You don't know it
yet but your ass is made for fucking."
Paul reached over to the bedside table and collected a tube of lubricant
and handed it to Tilly. Removing his finger from her anal ring he held
it before her, "Put some on this honey and then I want you to coat my
cock with it. Make sure you grease it up real good."
Tilly did as she was asked, kneeling with her back to him she began
using the jelly on her dad's shaft, gently coating it from the tip
downwards. She jumped when she felt his finger probing her butt but this
time the jelly eased the path.
Dutifully she did as she'd been told, compliant to her father's commands
but her heart was beating wildly knowing that he was going to take her
butt. She didn't know why he wanted to do her there but she was happy to
make her body available for anything daddy needed.
When she'd finished her assigned task she found herself gathered in his
arms as they lay spoon fashion, the rigid cock lying neatly between her
butt cheeks. Attentive hands fondled her tummy and breasts, caressing,
squeezing and bringing her lust to full heat. Once again her pussy was
wet, she could feel the juices dripping onto her thigh and rolling down
to the sheet below.
"Now honey, I want you to lift your knees up to your tits… Yes, good
girl, that's it. I'm going to make this so good for you baby, just relax
as much as you can."
Tilly trembled in anticipation, while she wasn't sure about this, her
pussy was, she was wetter than she'd ever been. There was movement as
daddy adjusted his body and then the moment of truth, the huge head of
her daddy's cock pressing insistently at her rosebud. Holding her
breath, not knowing what to expect Tilly tried to relax her body as much
as possible. Her only concern and mission in life was to please daddy.
The pressure increased, the sphincter popping open allowing entry to her
secret passage. Then came the stretching and the reaming movements as
the huge cock explored new territory. Tilly let out little screams while
she was slowly spitted on the skewer, the beads of sweat soaking them
both and Tilly madly shaking her head in an attempt to dismiss the
initial pain of impalement.
All the time her daddy cuddled her body and whispered encouragement.
Telling her how beautiful she was and how proud that his daughter could
take his cock in her ass. When he was two thirds up her chute, he took
pity and administered the coup des gras with a might thrust of his hips,
driving the monster fully into his willing daughters body.
The room filled with the sounds of her happy sobs when she realized
she'd been fully taken and her heart blossomed with love for the man who
had taken her so skillfully for the second time.
The orgasms that followed were almost an anti-climax, for both had been
more than fulfilled in the simple act of joining. The knowledge that
daddy had probed her inner depths to the absolute limit and she had been
able to take all he could offer merged both their minds and bodies into
one total unit.
A unit so pure and loving, they would never be separated again.
© MPS (Australia) ® Zorroscamp September 2002
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I know where you got these, but it is so sweet of you to give the author
the credit he deserves.
Huggs and Kisses
I love you MORER Punkin
We will always be together in enternal love!
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