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Living With Daddy Ch. 1

by Jool ©

My parents were divorced when I was thirteen, and my Mom took me to live in
Florida when I was fourteen, so it was very hard for me to live halfway across
the country while my Dad, one of my most favourite people in the whole world,
lived alone in Portland, Oregon. I didn't see him in three years, but we would
spend a lot of time talking on the phone, and writing e-mails to each other.

They'd only been divorced three years when I begged her to let me go live with
him for six months. She agreed, reluctantly. She thought he was too strict and
harsh at times but perhaps his disciplinary edge might be good for me, (being
your typically insane and sometimes out of control seventeen-year-old) even if
only for half a year.

I had "different" feelings about my father than most other girls had - I always
had, even as a little girl. I can't explain it, I don't know why I feel them.
All I know is that I love him, heaps. So very much, in a way which might be
considered unusual. I used to have dreams when I was eight and nine years old,
dreams which I never understood. All I knew was that they left my bed wet and
they left me confused and scared but elated too.

Living with him for six months, I was hoping it might clarify things for me.
I had good feelings about it. I was excited and nervous and shy and scared
all at once.

Dad had changed in three years. He'd put on at least a hundred pounds, and was
quite large. He was taller and more menacing than I remembered. But there was
still something about him which I was intrigued by and attracted to.

He hugged me when I stepped into the airport, and as soon as I felt those huge,
strong arms around me I knew everything was the same as it had been years
earlier. I was a completely different girl but I was still the girl he loved. He
let me know this with a kiss on my cheek and a quick whisper in my ear: "Hi
baby!" The breath from his mouth tickled on my ears and I knew he felt me shiver
under his lips.

The drive home was quiet and awkward. We both seemed unsure, uncertain.

There was an element of shyness and mute tension between us. I felt his presence
fill the car up, not only was he larger in body now, but his spirit seemed
bigger. I wasn't sure why, I thought maybe now that I was older, he would seem
smaller and easier to manipulate but this wasn't the case at all.

He drove the car quite madly, crunching the gear shift a number of times, and
throwing me around in the passengers seat as he swerved corners and other cars.
I fell into him, my hands flying out to hold onto something.

My hand slipped off his leg and into his groin, between his legs. And I felt his
erection through his trousers. I quickly sat back in the seat and held onto the
door handle so I wouldn't go flying again!

It was so strange walking back in through the front door of that house.

Nothing had changed, it was the same furniture, same smell, same everything.
Even Rexy came bounding up to me, jumping up on me in overwhelmed enthusiasm.
Rexy was the family dog, he was only a couple of years old when we'd left, and
now he was a fully grown Jack-Russell Terrier, rock-hard in body, pure muscle.
He wasn't a huge dog, but his strength was unsettling as he almost pushed me
back on the couch. I laughed as he licked all over my hands and fingers. Daddy
laughed too, then growled at the dog to get down.

Rexy ran off happily to get one of his play toys.

"He's excited to see someone else in the house, I think. We don't get many
visitors."

My heart ached to think of him so lonely and secluded. I went to him and wrapped
my arms around him. I rested my cheek on his chest quietly and he hugged me for
a few moments.

"Come on, lets get you unpacked."

My bedroom was also unchanged. The same single bed I'd slept in for thirteen
years, perfectly made up with new covers and pillows. I was so used to sleeping
in my new double bed, that the single bed seemed so childish and small to me,
but I would get used to it again. I unpacked and had a shower, then went
straight to bed, with excited thoughts racing around my head. I was home. I was
finally home again, with Daddy.

When I woke up, it was nearly midnight. I stretched out in the single bed, and
began to stroke my pussy lightly. The thought that Dad was somewhere in the
house with me and so near to me, so close was an amazing feeling. Years of
fantasizing about this moment hardened my nipples and I began to massage my
breasts sleepily. I didn't want to get too hot too early, so I climbed out of
the small bed and went down into the lounge to find Daddy sitting and reading on
the couch.

"Would you like something to eat?" He asked me. "I have spaghetti!"

"No, it's fine." I said, sitting on the couch opposite him.

He put down his book and looked at me. Then he leaned forward and sighed.

He sat in front of me, on the edge of his chair. His stomach didn't hide the
massive mound which was stretched and visible through his trousers. I could see
the curve of his huge balls and his bent, fat cock wrinkling the cotton trousers
as he sat spread-legged before me.

I stared at his crotch and gulped. I had no idea my Dad was so huge, so well
hung. I thought about sliding down onto the carpet then sitting on the floor
under his chair, under his legs and sucking his cock and balls until he
exploded. But I stopped myself. Little girls don't do that to their daddy and I
was afraid that my moralistic and prudish father would reject me. I looked away
and pretended I didn't notice anything.

"I'll get you a drink." He said and got up to go into the kitchen.

I wore only my pyjamas, and crossed my legs to tighten my pussy and feel the
soft warm pressure of my cunt lips squeezing my swollen, aching clitoris.

He came back with my drink and as I grabbed it from him, he pushed his hips
closer and I "accidentally" touched the bulge in his jeans. I looked at him and
he was pushing his groin into my hand. I looked up to see the expression on his
face. He looked distracted, full of desire.

I was confused: was I imagining this? Oh God, what if I wasn't? What if he
really did want this too? I decided to test it, and I moved my fingers to stroke
him. He didn't move away. He froze. I began to stroke him again, further around
the huge bulge and I could see the distinct length of hardening cock through the
thin cotton trousers. I stroked the full length and he began to breathe heavily,
still unmoving. I leaned in and kissed the mound of his covered cock through the
cotton. I kissed his lap, just like that, as if it was the most normal thing in
the world, then pulled away.

"Thank you Dad."

He was silent for about a minute as he stood there. I pretended everything was
normal. I had no idea what to do, now. My heart was pounding madly and my hands
were almost shaking as I lifted the glass to my lips and sipped the drink. He
seemed uncertain, too.

"Okay. Well. I'm going to have a shower and go to bed."

He waited for a moment, then turned and walled away down the hallway to the
bathroom. I looked at the dog and sighed.

"I can't believe this."

The dog looked up at me and wagged his tail.

"What does he want?" I asked the dog.

Rexy's ears pricked up and he looked at me curiously. I sighed again and sipped
my drink. About ten minutes went by as Dad showered, I heard the bathroom door
open as he walked out and into his bedroom. I glanced up the hallway to try to
see if he was naked, but it was too dark and empty. I decided to have a shower
myself and go back to bed to satiate my body's heightening sexuality.

When I walked into the bathroom, I noticed a distinct smell which intermingled
with, and was not yet overpowered by, the steam. It was musty and spicy, a warm
smell. I wondered if he'd jerked himself off in the shower, thinking of the way
I'd touched his groin, and leaned in to kiss his lap? I turned on the water and
stepped in. The water was warm and silky on my body. I rubbed my aching breasts,
soaping up my nipples lightly.

I didn't notice it at first but as I washed my body I noticed there were globs
of pale, thick liquid on the shower tiles - high on the wall, almost as high up
on the wall as my head.

I reached out to touch one of the drops. It felt thick and slimy between
my fingers.

I lifted my wet fingers to my nose and inhaled the scent. It smelled musky,
with a heavy scent. I had a feeling I knew what it was, and I lifted my fingers
to my mouth. I reluctantly licked the stuff off my fingertips. It was cum.
Ohhh, it was my Daddy's cum! He had jerked off in the shower, thinking it would
wash away all evidence. But the marks on the walls were high up, and he must
have missed them.

I reached out to another large drop of it. I licked it off my fingers. Mmmm,
Daddy's cum. From his cock, from his balls. The same seed which had made me. I
wiped my fingers over another glob of his spilled juice and moved it between my
legs. I slicked Daddy's cum between the lips of my pussy and closed my eyes with
a light moan. My fingers slid into my cunt and I rubbed the remnants of Daddy's
cum over my clit and into my hole.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Honey, I left my reading glasses on the sink!"

I froze and waited for a moment. When I looked, I saw his reading glasses
sitting on the porcelain sink.

"Ummm....!" I fumbled between my legs, and quickly straightened up to grab the
soap again.

"I won't look, I promise!" He called out.

Daddy opened the bathroom door and I stepped back to try to not let him see me,
pathetically covering my body with my hands and arms.

"Sorry sweetie, I just wanted to read this book I got." He explained and
walked in.

"That's okay Daddy."

It was quiet for a moment and I waited. He got his glasses and stood there,
not leaving.

"Nice shower?" He asked.

"Yes..."

"Yes, I'm glad I paid extra for all the accessories. It's a great system, great
pressure. Very comfortable."

"Yeah...."

"Big shower, too, isn't it? Lots of space to move around......."

I turned the shower off and opened the shower curtain totally to look at him.
He was wearing a white toweling robe and held his reading glasses in hand. He
looked at me, shocked and ashamed as I stood before him, brazen and
absolutely naked.

"Could you shut the door? It's freezing."

"I think we need to talk."

"Only if you shut the door." I said, and stepped out in front of him,
totally nude. He shut the bathroom door and turned back to face me, red-
faced and nervous.

"Umm..."

"I'm just going to run a bath." I said. "As much as I like showers, a bath can
be really good for aching body parts. You can talk to me while I'm in the bath
if you like."

I bent over and turned on the taps for a bath, then dribbled some Strawberry-
scented bubble lotion into the running water. I stood up again and looked at
him, hugging myself from the cool air. His eyes ran up and down my naked body.
They rested on my throbbing pussy, his eyes feeding on the soft, drenched,
lightly curled pubic hair.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

"I thought we -- should -- talk...."

I nodded and bent over again to run my hand under the water. His eyes bulged as
he eyed my pussy lips, parted slightly, revealing my cunt as I leaned over. He
saw the wet juices in my pussy, glistening for his touch.

"Oh God." He muttered.

I grabbed his hand for balance and stepped into the bath, then slowly sat down
and lay back with a loud moan. The hot water enveloped me beautifully,
swallowing me into a heated kiss, scented with strawberries and vanilla He
didn't let go of my hand. I looked up at him and he sat on the floor of the
bathroom, kneeling by the bath, still holding my hand.

"Could you hand me the soap?"

He reached over with his other hand, and grabbed the soap. But he didn't give it
to me, instead he began to rub the soap bar over my knees. He moved in circles,
over each knee. I smiled.

"Are you going to wash me?"

He didn't reply, but he did finally let go of my hand, and turned around so he
was facing the bath itself. He began to move his other hand without soap, over
my other knee, moving his hand up my thigh.

I felt his touch shy but heavy on my leg. He took a sponge and began to stroke
me with it. I lay back further into the long bath and stretched out so that I
was almost floating. My breasts were like huge islands in the water and my pussy
was just peeking up out of the frothy surface. His hands moved further up my
body and he slowly began to wash my pubic hair. He ran the soapy sponge over my
cunt and between my legs, just the surface. I closed my eyes and stroked his
hands as he stroked me.

"We shouldn't be doing this..."

"Shhh." I whispered.

"No, baby, we shouldn't..."

"Oh Daddy...Shut up."

I grabbed his free hand and began to kiss it. I parted my wet lips over his
thumb and began to suck on it, running my tongue around his knuckle and kissing
his hand erotically. He shut up and continued to stroke my belly, moving up to
my heavy breasts. He rubbed and massaged both with thick, sudsy water. I crushed
his hand into my nipples harder, becoming more and more hot and horny for him.

I reached out of the bath to where he was kneeling, eager to take off his robe
and get a good view of that fat cock I'd caught a glimpse of earlier through his
trousers. As I undid the belt, the robe fell open revealing his naked body. His
stomach, his fat hairy chest.

I ran my hand over his chest, and looked down to his cock. He was hard, not
fully hard yet, but his cock was almost erect, poking upwards from under his
stomach. The head was big and round, cut perfectly and sculpted into a rock-like
position. His cock and head was bulbous and dark red and the sensitive skin
shone from a little drop or two of pre-cum.

His pubic hair was dense and thick, real dark brown; heavy and tangled around
the massive balls as they hung low and full. They were huge and full of hot
seed. I cupped my hand under them to lift and play with them. They were heavy
and hard in my hand. The skin was wrinkled but so soft. I rolled his nuts around
in my palm and fingers, squeezing them lightly.

Daddy groaned happily and began to pinch and knead my nipples. He rubbed harder,
pressing his hand heavily into my breasts as he massaged. I rubbed his balls
between my thumb and fingers, rolling them around in my hand.

Then I moved my hand around the base of his thick, fat cock. My tongue pressed
back into my throat and I gurgled a little in anticipation.

I rested my head back on the bathroom wall and bath and just played with the
hairs, curling them around my fingers gently as I teased and tickled his
groin. I closed my eyes, let my hands feel around for him, every texture,
every little movement of his body I could feel in my fingers, my eyes closed
and blind as I relaxed.

I began to stroke up and down the length of his cock, slowly and gently.

Still teasing him, knowing that a harder stroke would surge through him too
quickly and make him cum too quickly. I wanted this to last.

My fingers trickled up and down the wide shaft; curling and playing at the head;
stroking the fat tip around the little hole; wiping his cock up and down lightly
with dampness from the bath water. He continued to rub my breasts and then began
to make his way back down to my legs, where my aching, throbbing pussy was
juicing up wetter and wetter. I came in the water already, my cum mixing with
the bath-water. I made a little noise at the base of my throat, a delighted,
thick moan.

"I want you so much Daddy. I don't want anyone else, I never have...." I
whispered as my pussy became slicker and wetter. "I used to dream about your
huge cock fucking me hard and heavy." I breathed.

His breathing grew harder and heavier, too, I could hear him rasping hard
through weak, steam-filled lungs as I lay there, telling him about how much my
body craved him.

"I'd lay in bed. Thinking about going to you at night. Climbing into bed with
you, letting you do things to my pussy which nobody else had done.

Letting you kiss my little cunt open. Licking me inside out until I came and
came all over your face...."

His hand dipped between my legs and he began rocking in my grip as my own hand
continued to stroke him, up and down, round and up and down again. His fingers
parted the lips of my pussy and quickly dived into my sodden, cum-filled hole.

"Ohhh! Mmm, my Daddy's tongue deep inside my cunt, drinking me like I was pure
honey. My cum filling your mouth, thick and sweet on your tongue.

Your cock pushing up into my mouth, filling my cheeks .... pressing down on
my tongue."

My brain began to lose all logic and sense as a stream of subconscious desires
flooded out my mouth. I began to tell him everything I wanted and everything I
needed from him.

"Ohh Daddy's hard prick pushing down into my throat, fucking my face, fucking my
little girl mouth. I was so little, so young, my virgin throat on fire as you
fucked my mouth."

I could hear him groaning as he grabbed my grip around his cock with his free
hand and he tightened the hold I had, rubbing himself and my fingers
impatiently. I let him rub himself for a while, jerking himself off eagerly, but
then I pulled my hand away completely to punish him for his impatience..

He cried out. "God, you bitch...!"

He jumped up and grabbed my hair. He yanked my head back and my mouth flew open.
My eyes were still closed as he shoved his huge cock into my mouth and his balls
began pounding my face. I rolled my tongue over his cock, reliving the fantasy
of when I was so young - so little, and so hot for my Daddy's cock in my mouth.

"Swallow.....swallow..." He groaned, chanting gruffly as I threw him into
ecstasy with my licking, slurping, suckling mouth. I suckled him like a baby. He
began to buck and his grip on my hair tightened. I knew he was going to explode
in my mouth, filling my throat with his thick cum, hot and pasty like delicious
tangy liquid-glue. His balls whacked on my neck, they were heavy and slapped my
neck and chin as he fucked my mouth. He felt my tongue sucking him down further
into the back of my throat, my throat muscles opening and closing on his
bursting cock head.

"I'm cumming!" He cried out. "My baby I'm cumming! My little girl, my baby!!!"

I felt his cock swell quickly and before he could pull out, a gush of cum
flooded from his cock, filling my mouth and spilling out the sides down my chin.
I swallowed as much as I could as his rocking prick continued to spurt more and
more cum, his balls emptied into my mouth as his sperm and seed jettisoned down
my throat into my belly. I swallowed and drank him down until he groaned and
pulled his cock, limp and empty, out of my mouth.

A thin stream fell on my chin and he knelt back on the bathroom floor again,
spent and pleased.

I lay in the bath, still, the warm water now affected with both his and my cum,
but I had not reached orgasm yet. As I lay there, I could feel the desire
literally aching in my entire body. I parted my legs and began to stroke myself,
but it's not what I wanted. I looked over at him as he half-sat on the floor,
his face exhausted and joyous. I got out of the bath to leave him alone with his
orgasmic happiness.


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