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Subject: Re: It Itches! Part 2/3 (Mf, inc, cons, 1st)
Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2003 11:30:59 -0400
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Hi Dawn.
Another great part in your story. I'm really enjoying reading it. I
hope you'll write the next part soon. I'll be watching for it. ;-)
I had to laugh at the way you discribed the slug. lol
Write more soon.
HUGS
WVMan
On Sun, 28 Sep 2003 10:24:58 -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 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.
>Flames will be extinguished in the Recycle Bin. Trolls will be ignored.
>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...
>
>
>