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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 an 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 open-minded 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.
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Thanks! Dawn Diamond dawn@anime-net.us
IT ITCHES! (continued)
So here it is three weeks later and I come home from work to a house in
chaos. The front entry has a mound of dirty laundry in it, just inside the
swing of the front door. Right in the way of anyone trying to use it. A
glance in the kitchen shows last nights and this mornings dishes stacked in
the sink, and the wreckage of some sort of meal on the table. I shrug my
shoulders and walk into the living room to find the Slug in her normal spot
on the couch, potato chips firmly in hand. The TV is blasting a commercial
at her, but she has her usual blank cow eyed stare at it. The boys' toys
are scattered everywhere. I ask if everything is ok, she just waves down
the hall toward the kid's rooms.
The room that Christopher and David share is immaculate. Not its usual
condition. No sign of the boys. Patricia's door is closed. Not its usual
condition. Confused, I listen for a moment, but hear nothing. Knocking, I
hear a scuffle, then it opens a crack. An eye looks at me, then the door is
flung open and I have an armful of weeping daughter. My boys are sitting on
the bed, wearing headphones, concentrating on beating the shit out of each
other in a game on the X-Box. Patty's room is as tidy as it usually is. I
wait until the tears slow down, then ask her what is wrong.
"Daddy, mommy is a fat lazy bitch." This from a twelve year old that has
nice manners and whom I have never heard use such language in front of me
before.
Thinking fast, I decide to let it go until I knew more.
"Yes dear," I reply, "we have known this for a few years now. What is
different about today?"
The boys must have finished the current battle because they both looked up
and waved, then went right back into the game. Patty pulled me onto her bed
and sat across from me got a real serious look on her face.
"When I got home from school, mom had not done the dishes or the laundry or
anything. She was just stuck in front of the TV. So I asked if she was
feeling ok. She said that since I had started my period, I was old enough
to do the dishes and laundry every day, and that those were my chores from
now on..."
She got no farther, as I had grabbed her up in a hug that wanted to crush
her ribs. Glancing at the boys to make sure they were still engrossed in
their game, I passionately kissed her.
"God baby, I am soooo glad to hear that you started! You are now my young
lady, and we will have to celebrate. I am so proud of you!"
She beamed and flushed and I watched her nipples grow to full erection
under the sundress she was wearing. Joining mine, after the way she
responded to that kiss. My mind was in full planning mode as she
straightened her dress and got a serious look on her face.
"Yeah, ok daddy, but let me tell you what that bitch did to me."
That took my mind off the planning and back to her concerned face.
"I tried to tell her that what with looking after the boys and school and
my other chores, I had enough to do without the stuff that she could do
while I was at school. She told me to shut up and get busy, that she had
already started the laundry, and for me to finish it then do the dishes. I
tried to point out that the washing machine was in the garage, not out the
front door, but she said the washing machine was broken, and that I had to
go next door to use theirs. Then she lit into me for leaving the living
room in such a state and why could I not clean up after my brothers. It was
fine when I left for school this morning, but she must not have been
watching them or sleeping or something for them to make such a mess. Well.
By this time I was in tears and she laughed at me and called me a baby and
said that I should wear a diaper instead of a pad, and that I should be
having a bottle instead of a period. Then I..."
But my darling daughter was in tears again and could not go on. Good thing
for me. That was the most nonstop talking she had done just for me. Ever.
I opened my arms and she crawled into them and snuggled up against my chest.
Tears soaking my shirt and her sobs shaking me. I ached for her pain. And
was clueless as to what to do about it. Chris and David noticed that she
was crying again, but Chris just shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "there
she goes again!" They went back into the magic X-Box again and I held my
daughter until she slowed down and stopped.
"Ok baby," I murmured, "lets get this sorted out. First things first.
Let's have a look at that washing machine."
Her brothers were safely in the game, so her and I went out to the garage
to see what was wrong with the washer. Turns out it was just unplugged. We
shared a meaningful look, then went to get the laundry. As we were sorting
it, I noticed that her underwear was very plain. White cotton girl style
panties and threadbare bras. I asked if all her underwear was like this,
and she said yes. I asked if these were new bras, and she said that is the
way they were when her mom gave them to her. Plain white full coverage
bras. Disgusting. I vowed to myself to get her some real underwear. We
chattered away about her friends and school and stuff until the first load
of wash was ready for the dryer. After we loaded the dryer and reloaded the
washer, I asked if the boys did their own room. She said no, that she had
done it, planning to show her mom what the living room COULD look like, if
she got off her lazy ass and did it. I laughed and hugged her again and
told her she did a wonderful job.
We then tackled the kitchen. The dishwasher got a full load and we did the
rest by hand. By the time we were done putting away the hand washed stuff,
the dishwasher was done, so we put away that too. As we were putting the
dishes away, we were rubbing against each other and teasing and flirting
just like teenagers. It was fun and I could tell she enjoyed it. The Slug
just sat there not even looking up from the TV. We walked past her, hand in
hand, to change the washer and dryer again, she ignored us. Patty thought
that was hysterical, and dissolved in giggles once we got to the garage. I
asked her if she could handle the dishes and laundry. She said yes, as long
as I helped sometimes. We agreed that would be our joint chore. Little did
she know how much she was going to enjoy our laundry time. We usually did
the dishes together anyhow.
Let me say at this point that I am not a violent man. I can resolve my
anger issues and discipline problems with talk. My children have never been
spanked, at the worst just a swat on the butt to get their attention. Time
out and grounding have been all that is required for the children. The Slug
on the other hand required a different touch. She required clearly defined
job descriptions and deadlines and follow-up to get the work done. I asked
Patty to wait in her room, and went to brace the beast.
Really. I tried to get her attention. She was into the commercial she was
watching so ignored me. I unplugged the TV to get her undivided attention.
You would have thought the world ended. She screeched and bounded out of
the couch and would have run right through me to get to the TV if she had
not seen the plug in my hand. Once she did however, she just flopped back
into the divot her ass had created in the couch and glared at me. I
patiently and clearly explained that Patty and I had done the laundry and
dishes for her. She tried to say that Patty was responsible for the dishes
anyway, when I held up my hand. I had never done this to her, so she gave
me a wary look, but all her attention, as I explained that Patty agreed to
do the laundry and dishes from now on. Looking around the living room I
told her that since this is where she spent most of her time, this is what
she would keep clean. She said it was a mess and that it was all Patty's
fault and that once it was cleaned up, she would keep it that way. I told
her about the boy's room, and that Patty had already done all the toy work
she was going to do for the day and to get off her ass and clean this sty.
One look in my eye and she grumbled and started putting toys and stuff away.
I heard a little noise from the hallway and saw three pairs of eyes looking
through the crack in Patty's door. The Slug did not.
I held on to the plug for the TV and watched to make sure she missed
nothing. When she thought she was done, she made a grab for the plug, but I
told her the vacuuming was not done, so neither was she. She bitched, but
did it. I tossed the plug at her face. Then went to see my children.
They were in awe of me as I opened Patty's door and walked in. Chris and
Patty jumped in my arms and David just stood there wondering what had gotten
into his mom. I hugged my two oldest and told them to look after each
other, as their mom would not. They seemed to understand that things had
changed around the house, and mommy would no longer be a problem.
Things went ok for the next two weeks. Slug did her job and Patty did
hers. Patty and I did the wash and the dishes, the Slug cooked dinner and
watched TV. Christopher and David played in their room mostly, or put
things away in the living room when they got done with them. All was well.
Friday after work I got home and noticed that the house was ominously
quiet. The TV was off. The couch was empty. Chris and Patty were sitting
at the dining table doing their homework. No sign of David. I said hi and
went to my room to shower and change, the same as always. When I was
finished I put on my usual sweats and went out to see what the kids were up
to. Chris said he was invited to a sleepover at a friends house, and asked
if he could go. I agreed, and as he was already packed, he took off for the
night and most of the next day. I asked Patty where her mom was, and was
not surprised to learn that she had taken David and was going to spend the
weekend at her sisters. I asked what Patty was up to for the rest of the
evening, and she said she was tired and going to take a shower and go to bed
early.
Bed, I thought to myself. No. We have to shop! I looked at her out of
the corner of my eye and saw her watching me. It seemed that she could read
my mind as a slow smile grew over her face.
"Hrmmmm," I rumbled, "It seems to me that a new woman was on her first
period last week. I saw no young womans clothes in the laundry we did last
night. I know there is a real woman in this house, so we must have to buy
her some new clothes."
I heard that little squeek from Patty and knew I was on the right track. I
gently poked her in the ribs and asked if she was up to a trip to the mall
with her old man.
"Yes! Ogodyesi'vebeenwantingtoaskyouallweek" gushed out of the little fox
sitting next to me. She swung around on the couch and sat in my lap facing
me and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with an open mouth. We
dueled tongues for awhile and I reached up under the t-shirt she was wearing
and unfastened her bra. Pulling the straps out through the armholes, I got
it off her without taking the shirt off.
"You can throw this away," I whispered in her ear. "You will never wear
such a thing again."
She leaned back and gave me a puzzled look.
"Victoria's Secret is our first stop at the mall, cutie!"
Another squeak and a better kiss. I could feel her nipples getting hard
against my chest and wanted to get home before things got out of hand and we
never left.
As soon as we got to Vicki's Patty disappeared with one of the sales girls
for over an hour. I saw the helper every once in a while, but no Patty. I
picked out a nice silky nighty and robe set for her and had it wrapped.
After the hour, Patty reappeared with a dozen assorted panties and matching
bras and hose and other silky understuff and a huge grin. I teased her and
paid for it all and we left for the Wet Seal.
There she bought a bag full of tops and jeans and skirts and I thought I
saw a dress folded up in there. Again I flashed the plastic and we were off
to the shoe store. I understand about women and shoes. So had no problem
with the eight or so boxes she ended up with. I only remember seeing her in
sneakers or school shoes, so was glad she had more.
I was hungry so stopped her at the food court and was not surprised that
she ate almost half a pizza on her own. Well fed and shopped out, she asked
if we could go home now, or if she had to do some more shopping. I grinned
at her grabbed most of bags. She got the rest of them and we headed for the
car.
Once home, I flopped into my recliner and got into the paper as she
gleefully packed up all her old clothes and put them in a garbage bag and
put her new stuff away. I was listening carefully for the shower, and when
I heard it, I put the gift wrapped VS package on her bed. It was hard to
pretend that I was into a story in the paper as I heard the shower shut off.
I did hear the rustling of wrapping paper, then the gasp as she got the box
open. I just hoped that she would wear it for me...
Almost a half hour went by and I did not hear another sound. I was
beginning to wonder when I heard her moan into my ear:
"I washed it and washed it but it still itches. Daddy will you see if I
have any more of those wild hairs?"
I did not hear her creep up on me. I turned my head and saw a vision in
pink as my lovely daughter was wearing my present. The pink nighty was
short and see through sheer. The robe was open and I could see her proud,
stiff nipples daring me to suck them. Her pussy hair was clearly visible
through the nighty and I caught a hint of the cute little gash.
"Sure baby," I mumbled, "If you think there are any more..."
"I do" Is all she said, then walked to her room.
I folded up the paper and took my time getting to her room. When I did, my
cock started getting hard right away at the vision that was lying on her
bed. She had taken off the nighty and thrown it over the chair in front of
her vanity. Totally nude, she was laying on her back with her feet next to
her ass cheeks, and knees wide apart. In her hand was the same set of
tweasers I had used last time. I went to take them from her, but she pulled
her hand back and pointed at her nighty.
"There needs to be another top and bottom to go with those on that chair,"
she remarked.
I must have given her a blank stare as I had no idea what she was talking
about. She giggled and wriggled her hips and pointed at me. Then at the
chair. I may be slow sometimes, but I got it on the second time this time!
I slipped out of my sweat suit and stood there totally naked in front of my
daughter for the first time. She smiled and waved the tweasers at me. I
started to sit on the edge of the bed, but she reached out with her feet and
positioned me between her knees. My cock was rock hard again and throbbing
just inches from her pussy. I wanted to plunge right in, but it did not
seem right. Yet. So I leaned over and supported myself on my arms and
licked her ear and asked:
"So, little girl, where does it itch?"
"Right here," she said, parting her pussy lips and stroking her clit.
"Uh, that has no hair on it to itch," I whispered into her mouth as I
started kissing her.
She broke away and got a lost look on her face as she claimed "Well it is
somewhere right around there."
"Uh huh" I whispered as I continued kissing and licking the inside of her
mouth.
She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer to her. I relaxed my
arms a bit, resting some of my weight on her chest. She gasped and bucked
her hips into mine. I arched my back a little so that the head of my dick
brushed up and down the folds of her pussy. She squeaked again and thrust,
trying to get me to penetrate her. I backed off enough that my cock got a
generous coating of pussy juice, but did not penetrate into her hot, wet
pussy.
She broke our kiss and whispered, "Oh daddy, fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
With that she wrapped her legs around my waist and tried to hold me still
as she guided her hips to get me lined up. I let her get the tip of my cock
right up to the entrance of her pussy, then, right before she lunged, I
changed the angle slightly so that her movement sent the end of my cock over
her clit. She humped her clit against the bottom of my cock for a few
strokes then stopped, my cock trapped between our bodies, the bottom of it
resting against her throbbing clit.
I kissed her throat and started placing tiny kisses down the middle of her
neck, using a little tongue, just enough to leave a wet trial down her neck.
I kissed and licked my way to her left nipple, and sucked that rock hard nub
into my mouth. She moaned and thrust her hips into my lower chest. Just as
my kisses were leaving a trail of wetness down her neck and chest, she was
leaving a wet trail of pussy juice up my belly and chest as I was going down
her body. I kissed and nibbled both her nipples until she was again moaning
out her lust. I stuck my tongue into her belly button and gave it a little
raspberry. I expected to hear that giggle again, but got a moan as she
thrust her pussy into me even harder.
I kept licking and kissing my way lower until I felt the soft hairs of her
pussy under my lips. Pulling back a bit, so that I was inches from her
clit, I started running my thumbs and fingers thru her hair, pretending to
look for that wild hair. Not a sign. But I did see her entire pussy,
spread out for me and glistening wet. Her clit was fully extended from its
hood, and I could actually see it pulse in time with her heartbeat. And the
smell. She smelled so fresh and good. I just had to get that in my mouth.
I gently sucked her clit into my mouth. She let out a long loud moan that
cut off as I started to strum her clit rapidly with my tongue. Her thighs
clamped against my ears and I thought I heard her scream something about
coming, but I figured that out when I felt a gush of fresh juice across my
chin. I released her clit, she released my head, and I stuck my tongue into
her pussy opening. She gasped again, but did not get me in a thigh lock, so
I pushed my tongue in out of her several times. She seemed to like that,
but as I pulled my tongue out of her she rotated her hips to get clit on
tongue contact.
She liked to have her clit licked so I started gently licking her clit as I
lined up my index finger to penetrate her pussy. She was gently rocking her
hips in time with my licks so did not notice my finger right away. I
started pushing it into her and got past the second knuckle when she moaned
out,
"Ohhhh godddd daddyyyyyyyyyy that feeeeeels soooooooo gooooooood!"
My finger slid all the way into her hot and silky smooth snatch until it
bottomed out. She moaned again and started humping harder against it. I
rotated my finger until I found her g-spot, then started caressing it as I
continued to lick in time with her thrusts. Suddenly I felt her insides
sort of swell up and clench down on my finger. She started to shudder and
screamed again as she climaxed and literally sprayed my face with her pussy
cum. Her body arched off the bed, only shoulders and feet touching the
mattress, my finger clenched in her pussy and me sucking on her clit again.
She stayed locked that way, not breathing, for what must have been a full
minute before she collapsed back onto the bed. My horny girl had passed out
from ecstasy.
I stretched out on her bed next to her and pushed her soggy comforter onto
the floor. I gathered my baby into my arms and let her sleep against my
chest. We lay that way for a few minutes, me staring at the ceiling and
caressing the small of her back, enjoying the closeness of her and smell of
her hair and sweat. It was nice. Fully female. My cock had never really
gone down, just sort of semi soft, but I was in no hurry.
I felt her eyelids flutter against my chest and new that she was back. She
sort of moaned and looked up at me.
"Wha happened?" she asked.
"You came so hard that your brain and body sort of shorted out and you
fainted," I replied.
She sort of wiggled her fingers and toes and I felt her move her hips and
legs against me. I remembered doing the same thing after a night of too
much booze. She got up on her hands and knees, straddling me, and then off
the bed.
"Gotta pee" I heard as she headed for the bathroom down the hall.
When she returned, she had a half grin on her face.
"I am not bleeding or bruised anywhere, so you didn't hurt me, but I feel
as though I have been run through the dry cycle," she announced.
Having no reply to that I just opened my arms in invitation. She started
to lay down next to me but shifted to straddle my thighs, facing me.
"It's not fair," she said, "you have seen and tasted every inch of me and I
haven't even had a close look at this stuff between YOUR legs."
I sighed and gestured at my half hard cock and balls. She grinned and bent
closer for a better look. She reached out and touched the head of my cock.
"Ooohhhh sooooo smooth!" She exclaimed, rubbing just the head of it with
the tip of her finger.
Then she grabbed my cock, just behind the head, and her fingers fit all the
way around my semi erectness. I started to feel the blood pulsing under her
fingers. She must have felt it too as I saw her eyes get bigger and she
just stared at my cock. Sure enough, it was getting fully erect. As I got
harder her finger tips were no longer touching her hand and she shifted her
grip to keep it in her hand. Slowly she jacked up towards my circumcised
head and squeezed out a bit of precum. She seemed fascinated by the clear
fluid.
"Is that cum?" she asked.
"Nope. It is precum. Acts as a lubricant and gets me ready to come."
"Some of my friends have bragged that it tastes like salt. Can I try it?"
"Uh. Sure. If you want to." Duh
She leaned closer and licked the fluid off my cock. She leaned back and
rolled it around in her mouth and licked her lips.
"Yummmmm. It tastes like oysters. I want more!"
She leaned down and engulfed the head of my cock in her mouth. It pulsed
into full hardness as she ran her tongue around the tip and sucked a little.
I gasped and she looked up into my eyes. I was watching her and have to say
it is one of the most erotic sights to lock eyes with a little girl that is
sucking your cock. She grinned around my cock and winked at me. I moaned
again.
I am not all that big in the cock department, just a little over six inches
fully erect, but she seemed to be amazed at the thing. She could only fit
the head of it in her mouth, but I showed her how to use her hands to
stimulate the rest of it. She was working at a nice rhythm when I felt that
familiar tingle at the base of my balls.
"If you keep that up, I am going to come in your mouth." I panted.
"Oh will you? Please? My friends said that male spunk tastes and feels
nice in the mouth. I want to try it!"
I had to wonder about these friends of hers.
"Uh yeah, if you want, sure, you can suck the cum out of me. But only if
it is what you want..." Duh again
"Nnmmmmmfffff" she said as she slid my cock back into her hot little mouth.
It only took a few seconds of that and I was ready to blast in her throat.
I had to clench my hands at my sides to keep from grabbing her head and
jamming it down on my cock. I felt the first load rushing up my cock. She
must have felt it too, because she sucked hard enough for me to see her
cheeks go hollow. Then as I watched and felt the cum blast out of my cock,
her cheeks bulged out. She jerked her head up and off my cock. The next
load splashed onto her neck and chest. She aimed my cock for the next spurt
to land right between her tits. And the next. Soon I was just dribbling on
her hands. She was swirling my cum around in her mouth as I watched, then
swallowed it.
Grinning, she rubbed the cum into her tits.
"Those friends of mine said that cum really does make tits grow bigger and
stay softer," she said behind the grin.
I grinned right back and said, "We will have to measure and keep track,
just to see if they are right. As I recall you mom was a well shaped 36 D
when we were married."
"OK!" she replied, her eyes sparkling.
I got up and went for a shower, inviting her to share it with me. She
declined, saying that she wanted the cum to soak in overnight to get the
best benefit of it.
After I took my shower, I looked in on her. She was sound asleep on her
back, a gentle smile on her face.
End
There is more about the next morning. This got kind of long, so I will post
that part later. Let me know what you think of this, and if anyone thinks
it is any good, I'll write more...