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Subject: story: "A Letter To My Dad Ch. 1" incest story
Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2003 05:46:31 -0700
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A Letter To My Dad Ch. 1
by Jool
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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