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Was it good you ask??? It was very good and I'll be looking forward
to the next part. Write fast, ok? lol
WVMan
On Sat, 27 Sep 2003 21:48:18 -0400, "Dawn" <dawn@anime-net.us> wrote:
>Ok, this is the story that I need to post to get it out there for the world
>to see.
>
>The usual disclaimer. This is a autobiographical story that has the names
>and places changed to protect me. It has to do with father/daughter incest,
>and as such might not be suitable for all readers. If you are not old
>enough to read this material in your area, go away. If this material is
>forbidden or illegal in you area, go away.
>
>If you are an openminded adult that enjoys this sort of material, enjoy!
>
>Please do not steal it. It is my story, and my life. You may archive it,
>save it, store it, eat it. As long as you leave this disclaimer in it, and
>never ever charge anything for it. Any constructive comments are welcome.
>Flames will be extinguished in the Recycle Bin. Trolls will be ignored.
>Thanks! Dawn Diamond dawn@anime-net.us
>
>
>
> IT ITCHES!
>
>
> This happened a few years ago, when my daughter and two sons and wife and I
>were still a family. Patricia was 12, and budding nicely, Christopher was
>8, and just starting to get fun, what with Pop Warner and soccer. David was
>five and still "mommies boy". The wife had gone to fat after my youngest
>son was born, and I had no attraction to her any more. She refused to
>either get on a diet or get off the couch. Basically a slug.
>
> I was doing rather well as the engineer at a high-rise apartment, and at 26
>was looking forward to a career in apartment or property management. Having
>done a hitch in the Navy, I was still in good shape, and had some veterans'
>benefits to spend on schooling to meet this goal.
>
> All my plans went south the day I heard Patty tell her mom that her ass
>itched. Really. Out of the blue one day, while I was kicked back in the
>recliner with the paper and Slug was making some feed for herself in the
>kitchen, I hear Patty say:
>
> "My ass itches."
>
> "Then go wash it." Was the Slugs reply.
>
> About ten minutes later Patty walks back into the living room to watch some
>TV. She is sitting on the floor and I notice that she is sort of squirming
>every so often. I wonder about that "itch". Could it be that my daughter
>is "growing up"? She has a nice pair of tits that poke pertly out of the
>nighty she is wearing. About peach size, I notice. After thinking about it
>for a few minutes, I had to guess that she was growing some hair in her
>crotch. This caused an instant erection as I realized that the itch must be
>hair growing on her ass too. I started fantasizing about how to get a look
>at it. I had not seen her naked for many years, since she was about five.
>The Slug was understandably body shy, and had passed that on the kids. So I
>was thinking this would be a challenge.
>
> The next day, after I got home from work, Patty was doing her homework at
>the dining room table. Every once in a while she would fidget in the chair.
>My attention was drawn to that! I had to wonder if she had an ingrown or
>"wild" hair down there somewhere. All I needed was an opening to get things
>going. I had no idea where they were going to go, but I needed to get
>things started. So I asked her if she needed help with her homework.
>
> "No" she replied, "the homework is ok, it's just that I itch, and it won't
>go away."
>
> "So scratch it" was my helpful answer.
>
> She leaned over in the chair and gave her bottom a good scratching thru her
>jeans, but I could tell it was not getting any better. She gave me a
>doleful look and shook her head, telling me that it did not help. I
>shrugged and started making dinner, as the Slug was off to her sister's
>house for who knows how long. Homework got finished and the kids wandered
>off doing kid stuff as the dinner was cooking. I called them in to get
>washed for dinner, and we had a nice meal. Patty helped with the dishes,
>and I really enjoyed her nubile young body so close to me as we did the
>domestic thing. Soon it was bedtime for the boys and she helped me with
>that too. Because she is older, she gets to stay up longer then they do, so
>we watched TV together for awhile. Instead of using the recliner like I
>usually do I flopped on the couch. She sat next to me. After awhile the
>wriggling started again. I just knew what it was. That darned itch. I
>told her she could change the channel if she wanted to watch something else,
>but she just shook her head and said that she was still itching. I asked
>her if she had spoken to her mother about it, but she just gave me a look
>that spoke volumes about how well she communicated with her mom.
>
> I had to laugh. Patty just smiled.
>
> I said, "Hey, I know that your mom is not so good looking anymore, but she
>IS a woman that could help with woman stuff."
>
> "As far as she is willing to talk to me about it, you know more than she
>does." Was the surprising reply I got.
>
> "Oh" was my stellar response. "Do you want to talk to me about it?" I
>continued.
>
> "Yes, if you do."
>
> I heard the door opening in my mind! Now, how to do this, was my thought.
>
> "Yes, I do want to help you, but I need to ask a few awkward questions,
>first, ok?"
>
> To my dismay, she turned to me with a beaming smile and said "OK! Ask away!
>I have been wanting to tell you about me for awhile, but have not been able
>to start..."
>
> I turned on the couch so I was facing her, and she did the same, curling
>her legs up under her the way only a girl can. I did not know what question
>to ask first. I needed a starting point, so I just blurted out:
>
> "Have you started your period yet?"
>
> "Not yet," she replied, "but soon, because I had some cramps last week, and
>my friends that HAVE started tell me that is the first sign."
>
> "Cool" was my reply, and I reached out to give her a hug. "So that means
>you are growing some hair between your legs...?"
>
> "Yep," she confirmed, leaning back, "it started out to be just a little
>fine peach fuzz stuff, but now it is thick and darker and growing
>everywhere."
>
> "Ah!" I exclaimed. "That is why you itch. New hair growing in sometimes
>gets started the wrong way. Ingrown. Like my beard sometimes."
>
> The look on her face was awesome. Like a light bulb had gone off in her
>head. Cartoonish. She had watched me fix ingrown hair in my beard lots of
>times. She was back to wriggling on the couch. I just knew what was next,
>but how to do it?
>
> "Do you want me to see if you have any ingrown hairs?" I asked.
>
> She just nodded.
>
> "Ok then sweetie, just go take a shower and wash real well, and we will see
>about your problem when you get out."
>
> While she was washing, I was getting tweezers and razor and stuff ready in
>the living room. Then I thought of the Slug. What if she came home in the
>middle of me playing "doctor" with my nubile daughter? I knew she would
>freak. All I could think to do was lock both doors, with both locks. The
>Slug had lost her deadbolt key shortly after we moved into this house, so I
>knew she would have to ring the bell. I figured that would be plenty of
>warning and give me time to get things sorted out enough to not cause
>trouble.
>
> When Patty came out from the bathroom she was only wearing her silk robe.
>She has had it for a few years, so it just came to her knees. She had it
>wrapped real tight around her, so I figured she was nervous. Heh. So was
>I. To get things going, I patted the couch next to me for her to sit.
>After she did, I started explaining that I would have to look at her very
>closely to be able to see the hairs. She nodded. I also mentioned that in
>today's society, it was "wrong" for daddies to look at their daughter's
>naked bodies. She nodded again.
>
> "So how do you feel about that?" I asked.
>
> "I want the itch to go away, and I know that you know how to do that, and I
>want you to, so nobody has to know that you did it. Ok?" she pleaded.
>
> "Yeah, that's ok, but I know that school has been teaching about
>"inappropriate touching" and that you are supposed to report it when it
>happens. Especially at home."
>
> She giggled, "Daddy I know the difference between good and bad touching. I
>also know that you will go to jail if I say anything. So I won't. Just
>make me feel better, ok?"
>
> Ummmmmmm ok! Duh. Now what???
>
> After that giggle, I knew she was feeling less nervous, so I suggested that
>she bend over in front of me and lift the back of her robe. She did. What
>a sight. I pity the man that has not seen the view that I had at that
>moment. A perfect, flawless smooth ass, heart shaped, with a cute little
>muffin at the bottom. Instantly as hard as I have ever been.
>
> "OH! Nice ass!"
>
> Giggles from her in response. A good sign!
>
> I can see two trails of light brown hair covering her outer lips that
>converge to rise up to just under her smooth pink rosebud.
>
> "Ok baby, back up just a little bit and spread you legs so I see what is
>going on here."
>
> She giggled a little more and looked over she shoulder at me as she backed
>up until her legs touched my knees. Then she spread her legs wider than my
>knees and backed up some more. Her pussy was six inches from my nose. The
>scent of soap and fantasy made the precum gush into my jockeys.
>
> "Close enough?" she whispered.
>
> "I'll let ya know." I whispered back as I reached out to gently caress her
>right ass cheek. She flinched away a little at the touch, then pushed back
>into my hand. I raised my other hand and started rubbing the other cheek,
>working my way to the center. When both thumbs got to her crack, I gently
>spread them some more. She was still watching me over her shoulder. I
>winked at her. She smiled. I leaned closer to carefully inspect the hair
>there. Sure enough there were three hairs growing out of the same root. It
>was pink around the root, and I could tell that was part of the problem. I
>reached over and got the tweezers.
>
> "This is gonna hurt, baby." I said.
>
> "Silly daddy, I have been doing my eyebrows for months now, I know what it
>feels like to have hair tweezed."
>
> "Yeah, but not from here."
>
> "Ugh. Yeah. Ok."
>
> She looked forward then and sort of clenched her ass.
>
> "Relax, you just hid what I have to get!" I whispered, gently rubbing on
>her cheeks again.
>
> "Ok Ok, how is that?" As she relaxed again.
>
> "Beautiful!" I gasped.
>
> Once again I was rewarded with a giggle.
>
> Very carefully I lined up the tweezers with one of the hairs, got a good
>grip on it, and gently tugged it out. She sort of squeaked and ended up on
>the other side of the room. She was glairing at me and looked really angry.
>I just held up the tweezers as my only excuse. Her robe had come completely
>undone on her flight across the room and she seemed to be unaware of the
>show she was putting on as she walked toward the tweezers, squinting at the
>tips to see if anything was there. I could see her cone shaped tits that
>had nice nipples, exactly centered. Her waist was already defined, gently
>sweeping to her hips. Legs that had a very nice shape from her crotch to
>her ankles. And soooooo long. She was stunning! From a few inches away,
>she confirmed that indeed there was a hair, root and all. Her expression
>changed as she focused on my crotch and saw my rock hard cock running down
>my right leg, and the wet spot on my sweat pants at the end of it. I did
>not notice where she was looking until I saw her eyes get a little bigger
>and her jaw go slack. My cock throbbed at the attention. Not knowing how
>to handle this, I cleared my throat and announced that there were a few more
>hairs to get.
>
> She looked right into my eyes and said, "I trust you not to hurt me daddy.
>It was just a surprise, that's all. Be gentle with me, ok?"
>
> My throat was locked tight. All I could do was nod and twirl my finger
>indicating that she should turn around and bend over again. She did, not
>bothering to close her robe. She just left it open and flipped the back of
>it over her back. Now she was looking at me from between her tits and legs.
>Straight back. Her legs were spread wider than before, with her hands on
>her bent knees. I have never seen a sexier sight. My sweats got a little
>wetter, and I think she noticed, as she sort of licked her lips. This time,
>she pushed her ass right into my face. I gently swatted her left cheek, and
>she giggled and moved away a little. I had to wonder if she knew what she
>was doing to me. I had no idea if she had indulged in any sex play with her
>friends, but I did know that she talked to them about periods, so guessed
>that they did the girl talk about sex.
>
> I held up the tweezers, and she nodded. I lined them up on another of the
>offending hairs and got a good grip on it. This time when I tugged it out,
>she just flinched and whimpered. For some reason that sound turned me on
>even more. I caressed her ass cheeks some more and spread them again,
>turning it this way and that, looking for more wild hairs. I saw none from
>this angle. Running my hands up to her waist, I tilted her hips up to get a
>better look at her pussy lips. Yep. Right there, on the left side, just
>before the lines of hair joined was another problem spot. I told her so.
>She just dropped her belly and lifted her hips to give me better access. I
>could now see her entire pussy. The outer lips were perfect. Exactly
>alike, lying next to each other, hiding her treasure. I could not resist.
>Very gently I stroked the top of her leg, next to the left lip. She
>squeaked and spread even farther. I then stroked the lip itself, right
>where the bad hairs were. She moaned and said that is where it itched the
>worst.
>
> "Ok baby," I said, "this is a very sensitive spot, and I don't want to hurt
>you."
>
> "Daddy, it already hurts. Please make it feel better!" She demanded.
>
> "Ok, but remember that this could be a problem if anyone finds out I was
>doing it. This is a job for a doctor or dermatologist or even
>gynecologist..."
>
> She let out that killer giggle again and said that I was gentler then the
>gyno that her mom insisted she see last year. Last year? My baby has
>already had a pelvic?? I was lost in thought about that, until she wiggled
>her ass and looked at me from between her legs again.
>
> "We'll get into that later," I growled. "Now where was I?"
>
> Not really expecting an answer, I was amazed when my daughter stuck her
>right middle finger into the slot of her pussy and ran it back until it
>touched her asshole. She then pulled it back until her index finger rested
>on the ingrown hairs. My cock lurched again. She tapped the spot and said:
>
> "Right there."
>
> "Oh. Ok then! Lets get to it!"
>
> Her hand disappeared and I could now smell the sweet scent of her arousal.
>Her outer lips were flushed and starting to swell and spread. I could not
>see her inner lips, but could see the moisture starting to gather. I rubbed
>some of the moisture into the bad spot of hairs. By this time, the whole
>area was glowing turned on woman pink, so I could not tell by the irritation
>around the spot exactly where it was.
>
> "Oh. Damn baby, now I got it wet and lost where it was..."
>
> She just let out a little snort and continued staring at me from between
>her legs.
>
> So I gathered up the juice that was starting to run out of her pussy and
>rubbed it all over both lips. She moaned and leaned a little closer to me.
>I was lost. I gently blew some air onto the spot, and she moaned again.
>She was no longer looking at me, her head was just hanging limp. I got my
>thumb wet in her juices and ran it up to caress her asshole. She sighed and
>pushed it into my thumb. Not wanting to penetrate her, I moved away from
>her ass. Picking up the tweezers, I ran them thru her juicy pussy slit. By
>this time it was fully aroused and I could the see pinkness of her opening.
>It was throbbing in time to her heartbeat. Blowing some more breath across
>her pussy, I got a grip on one of the offending hairs. I don't think she
>noticed. Gently I pulled it out. She gasped, and her whole pussy clenched
>then relaxed, sending a fresh flow of juice down her thighs. I blew some
>more air and she openly moaned and stuck her ass farther out. Her asshole
>touched my nose, and she jerked a little, then thrust her ass in my face.
>
> Of its own accord, my tongue shot out and grabbed some of that nectar. She
>tasted sooooo good.
>
> "Oh yes daddy, lick my pussy." She whimpered.
>
> So I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go and licked from the front to
>the back, stopping after I had a poke at her asshole. She moaned again.
>Her right hand was still on her knee, but the left had gone to her nipple.
>I could see that her entire chest area was flushed and that her right nipple
>had tightened up into a hard pink rock. I realized that I had a little sex
>machine on my hands, and the possibilities were endless.
>
> Not forgetting the job at hand, I licked her "taint", you know, that area
>between pussy and asshole... taint pussy, taint ass?
>
> She squealed and her knees sort of buckled, but she did not fall down.
>Yet. I got the tweezers lined up on another errant hair, and snatched it
>out, just as I was poking my tongue into her pussy opening. She made that
>squeak noise again and I leaned back, just as she started falling back. Her
>ass landed on my chest, and she slid down into my lap. Her wet pussy landed
>right on my hard cock. She moaned again and leaned into my chest. Here I
>was with a lap full of horny girl-woman and I was on fire with lust. I
>really was not thinking with my big head anymore, that rascal she was
>sitting on took control. My hands reached up and cupped those wonderful
>titties of hers. They were hot in my palms and the nipples poked out,
>demanding attention. I rolled them around between my thumb and fingers,
>gently stroking rather than pinching. I buried my face in her hair and
>inhaled the warm sweetness of hot daughter. I guess THIS is what teen
>spirit smells like. Sure hope so.
>
> I kissed the top of her ear, and her legs flew open in my lap. I licked
>the inside of her ear, and felt a hand stroking my cock through my sweats.
>I kissed the side of her neck, and she grabbed a hand and buried it in her
>snatch. Left hand pinching her nipple and right hand stroking her very
>slippery clit, I was putting little kisses all around the back of her neck
>when I felt her tighten up all over. Recognizing the preorgam signals, I
>lowered my left shoulder so her head tilted back. I kissed her sweet lips.
>Gently, just a touch. She lunged at me and latched on again. I brushed her
>lips with my tongue, and she opened her mouth. She tastes soooo good. I
>licked the inside of her top front teeth, and that seemed to do it for her.
>She screamed into my mouth and started bucking on my hand. I stiffened the
>fingers that were on her clit, so she was doing all the work, and squeezed
>down on her nipple. She broke away from my mouth and gasped in a lungful of
>air. Suspecting what was next, I released her nipple and covered her mouth.
>Sure enough, she screeched out her release into my hand. Snorting through
>her nose, wild eyed, she sprayed her orgasm all over my lap. This was too
>much for me, and my juice joined hers in ecstasy, making a real mess of my
>sweat pants. Her bucking slowed down a bit and the wildness left her eyes,
>so I dropped my hands to around her ribs and hugged her as she rode her
>orgasm to completion.
>
> A few minutes later found us cuddling on the couch, her still sitting on my
>lap, but facing me, her robe and my t-shirt removed and flung on the floor.
>She was telling me that her mom started her period at ten, and that she was
>concerned that her daughter was older than that and not started yet. That
>is how Patty met the family pussy doctor, and got her first checkup. I knew
>what happened at those exams, so figured that my daughter was no longer
>technically a virgin. She confirmed that her friends did discuss sex, and I
>discovered that she knew all about it, but other than a little
>experimentation with her friends, she was actually inexperienced. This made
>me feel better, and I determined to farther her education.
>
> As Patty leaned forward to rest her head on my chest, she jerked her hips
>and murmured,
>
> "Ewwwwww, you are all wet and sticky down there!"
>
> "Is mostly you, my sweet darling," I replied.
>
> "Yeah," she sighed, "I do spray when I have a good cum, and that was
>awesome..."
>
> "Yep, it was good for me too. I just could not hold back. Did I scare
>you?"
>
> "No. God no. That was fantastic! Can we do it again? I love the feel of
>your hands on me and in me. It feels lots better than when I do it myself.
>And umm," she wiggled her hips again, "your cock sure feels nice, but when
>we do it again, no sweats, huh?"
>
> "WHEN we do it again?. You mean IF we do it again," I said, as I started
>to stand up.
>
> I thought she would slide off and stand up, but she wrapped her arms around
>my neck and legs around my waist, and giggled:
>
> "Jeeze! I just can't seem to get enough of you!"
>
> I stood up all the way, with her wrapped around me and my hands under her
>butt, and walked her to her room. Gently laying her on her bed, I kissed
>her and told her to sleep quick, as she had to be at school tomorrow, and I
>had to work.
>
> With these incredible sexy, sleepy eyes she said:
>
> "Good night daddy. I'll dream of you..."
>
>
>
>End
>
>Patty had a few more hairs that we had to "dispose" of. Let me know if this
>was any good and if I should post the next part...
>
>