Just a Feel Dad by UK Snowy


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Just a Feel Dad


'Oh go fuck yourself,' I heard dad shout and the front door slammed. I
sobbed in my room, the row had lasted for a good hour and was just the
latest in many since Christmas. My tears splattered my school books. I was
trying to revise for exams and couldn't because of the upheaval in the
family. I heard footsteps on the path and looked out of the window. Mum was
marching off down the street, her head high and arms swinging, but I knew
she was hurting inside. She had told me countless times, that she wanted her
own space, but couldn't find the way to tell dad.

Why she told me I don't know, but being the only child and female, I suppose
I was a shoulder to cry on, but she hurt me too. Why space? What was I
supposed to do, didn't she like me either? I knew she and dad had grown
apart since she had got a job and he was still unemployed and he was very
proud was my dad. Of Northern stock and a tradesman, it stung him to see mum
bringing in a comfortable wage. She was glad to be able to support us, we
weren't a high living family, living modestly and within the budget
apparently. Mum confided all this, not that I cared. At fifteen, I cared
about Jem my boyfriend and BB my boxer dog. As long as food was on the table
- whoever bought it and I could get out and see my mates and sneak the odd
cigarette and have quick sex with Jem to keep him happy, I was happy.

Christmas had been dreadful and I'd spent more time with Jem's family than
mine. His dad was a greasy old git who stared at me all the time and rubbed
his crotch Ugh! Paul, Jem's brother was no better although only twelve and
the mysterious Uncle Ralph who always seemed to be there, spent most of his
time either hugging or slapping Marge's fat bum; she's Jem's mum. Marge was
a brick and funny to be around. She had funds of sly dirty jokes, that she
whispered to me. Half the time I hadn't a clue what they meant, but I
laughed with her because her trilling giggles echoed through the dingy
house, lightening the heavy dark moods pervading it.

Jem hated her confiding in me, but it wasn't confiding, just companionship,
but as long as he was allowed to feel my fanny as often as practical and
fuck me when I fancied it, he was no trouble. He wanted to fuck me all the
time and I wouldn't let him. I would tell him I wasn't that easy and was
quite happy with gropes and fumbles. I could suck him off easily anyway and
that always took the heat off. The fact that I hadn't experienced orgasm yet
didn't bother me. Whatever it was like, mum's opinion was that it wasn't
much to bash on about.

I tried to concentrate on my English book, hearing the TV downstairs. Dad
would be smoking and probably having a beer. I sipped a can of coke, gazing
round my room with its pop-group posters and clothes hanging off every
conceivable hook, shelf or piece of furniture. It was a mess but it was my
domain. I was reminded of Christmas again when my eyes lighted on my
pinboard and the snaps of Jem and me at various parties. My English book
slid off my lap as I thought about the evening round one particular photo.

I had worn my new spangly boob tube and a white micro skirt. I'm big for my
age; my 36B boobs looked stupendous and Jem had spent half the night ogling
me, as had every other male in town. I'd had my navel pierced, a pressie
from Jem who was an electrician. It caught the flash light and sparkled as I
posed with Jem, Nick, Paula and Connie. Connie who was Indian had got
absolutely bladdered that evening on home-made Margarita cocktails and I
found Nick and Jem peeking up her skirt where she'd passed out on the steps
of the party house. I'd gone ballistic, as you would, but as I was rather
pissed too, I'd pulled my skirt up and told them to at least look up a skirt
that knew what was happening. I remembered the tingle I got when the lads
took me at my word and came so close that I could feel their hot beery
breath on my bare thighs. Jem had passed out with booze later and I'd tried
to sleep with Connie and Paula on a couch, but it was a fitful uncomfortable
night.

'Marie, you there?' came dad's voice at my door. His fingers tapped lightly
on it as I responded. 'Yeah dad, come in,' I told him tremulously. He
stepped into the room framed by the door. His huge powerful bulk stood
awkwardly as he grimaced. 'Sorry love, I'm at my wits end with your... with
her,' he gestured with a nod of his head. 'Tried a beer and a smoke but my
heads spinning as it always does when Meg goes off like that. I didn't help
I s'pose.'

'I heard you swear at her, of course it doesn't help,' I told him sulkily.
'Well the things she said to me, what d'you expect?' he blustered, then
suddenly sensitive, 'You been crying too? Oh Marie, it must be lousy for
you.'

I wiped my face with my school tie, self consciously realising I was still
in my uniform. I sat crossed legs on my bed wearing black bootleg trousers
and the regulation white shirt. We could wear skirts, but in winter no one
did although I longed to get my legs exposed again, as they were rather
special.

'S'alright dad. Nothing new. Don't like to hear you two at it all the time,'
I told him.

'Those were the days, when we were at it all the time,' he grinned weakly. I
grinned and shrugged at his innuendo, knowing that he knew that I heard him
and mum having noisy sex once upon a time. 'Don't your feet get cold?' he
asked staring at my bare feet. I didn't like overheated rooms, therefore my
radiators were off and he shivered as if feeling a chill.

'Nope,' I answered studying my red painted toes.

'Megs gone cold on me, if you see what I mean,' he muttered. I nodded as he
leaned against the door frame. 'Own space, own money, whats got into her?
I've never kept her tight for cash - when I had some,' Dad added ruefully.
'You alright for cash, for spends Marie?' I nodded and picked at a rough
toenail. 'Good, good. Seeing Jem tonight?' I shook my head and my blonde
hair flicked into my eye. 'Ouch!' I exclaimed rubbing my eye instantly.

'Don't do that, let it cry. It'll wash it out,' Dad said softly as he
stepped to my side. 'Lets have a look.' I tipped my head up, smelling his
beer as he gazed intently into my right eye widening the lids with his
stubby yet sensitive fingers. 'There's nothing in there anyway, let me wipe
the tears away.' Sitting beside me, he dabbed at my eye with a tissue he'd
produced from his jeans pocket. I couldn't vouch for the cleanliness of it,
but his tender thoughts and deeds overpowered those sort of concerns.

'God, you're making me cry now Marie. Daft bugger,' he chided himself. Real
tears, not hair tears welled up in his eyes and he started to sob. 'I'll be
OK it's just when, you know when you see eyes all wet, your own...sort of do
it too,' he mumbled, dabbing at his eyes now. I made a grab for the tissue
box at my bedside, as he did the same. My knee jolted his thigh and his arm
brushed across my tits.

It was weird. I hadn't realised my nipples were erect. What the fuck for?
You couldn't see them, my shirt is too voluminous and my bra holds them
well, but Dad's hairy forearm had alerted me to this strange phenomena. Jem
loved my nipples. He would suck them for hours, laughing while hoping to get
milk from one and beer from the other. I told him they wouldn't produce
until I was preggers and he always threatened me jokingly, that he had no
condoms. I always had and made sure he wore them. My nipples stuck out like
organ stops when aroused and were immediately almost sore but thrilling to
the touch. Mum had confided that hers were the same, but that was about two
years ago when mine were busting suddenly from my juvenile chest and we
seemed forever to be buying bras. They were almost sore now. It was fucking
stupid.

Dad was still sobbing and I put my arm round his shoulders. 'Come on dad.
It's not that bad. You'll sort something out,' I whispered pulling him to
me. He leaned gladly, sighed and rested his curly black head against my
shoulder. 'It's no good darling. We're finished, your mum and me.' I wanted
to correct his English, but it wasn't the time. 'Still love her you know,'
he rasped. His forearm dropped and rested across my thigh, our legs were
close together from hip to knee and the heat generated between us was
remarkable.

'Course you do. And I love you and mum, see how I feel,' I patted his head.
He gripped my knee slightly and his hand slid about two inches up my thigh
then back again. 'You feel lovely Marie, that Jem's a lucky lad.' His face
turned up and he pecked at my cheek. I pecked back at his, wondering at his
comment. 'You're good kid Marie, such a comfort. A comforting person you
are,' he mumbled.

'Don't be daft,' I responded, nudging him. 'Can I put my arm round you
darling?' he murmured, pleading with his dark brown eyes. He looked so
pathetic I let him and he hugged me closely. Idly he patted my thigh as I
realised my right nipple was at bursting point trapped against the side of
his torso. I budged and he glanced down seeing my bust spring free. 'Sorry.
Am I squeezing your...Am I squeezing you too tight?' I shook my head,
watching him gaze at my boobs.

'Built like your mum you are,' he muttered, then he burst into floods of
tears. 'I don't know what I'll do without her,' he wailed. 'I mean it's not
just the...you know...bed and things. She's been my rock all these years and
the only woman I've ever loved.' I reached for the box of tissues and his
head slid down my shoulder and he snuggled onto the top of my right breast.
My shirt was soaked as I lifted his face and dabbed at it tenderly. His sobs
were really booming up from the deep and his massive body shook as he poured
it out. I'd never ever seen him in this state before. The great man, so
strong in will and body was reduced to a mere wet rag of a person.

'Dad, dad. Its OK please stop. I'm here at least. I can't take sides, but
you're still my dad and the dad I love so much,' I comforted him.

'Do you darling?' he tried to smile up at me, his face lined with running
tears. I nodded and pecked at his lips. He pecked back and I pecked him
again and he kissed me on my lips and then my cheek. I rubbed his curly head
as his head sunk lower and he cuddled in to me. I swayed to and fro, hugging
him as he sighed, then his head wobbled slightly as if to settle more
comfortably and another huge shuddering sigh escaped his lips.

I felt his other arm encircle my waist and pat my hip as his right arm
snaked up from my thigh and onto my belly. I tensed as his fingers seemed to
seek out the waist band of my trousers, but when they did, his hand slid
back to my thigh, but this time nearer my crotch. My nipples were zinging by
now and I was mystified, but the oddest thing was that this powerfully
built, hard, man whose presence was so close as to feel like it was a much
bigger version of Jem and was so run down and miserable was making my fanny
tingle too. It was soaking, as much as my shirt I thought, but why? This is
my dad, a thirty-nine-year old normal dad in a rough patch and I was having
the most amazing feelings. His words compounded the situation.

'Marie. You can say no of course...but...well will you let me.... Ohhhh!'
the sigh racked out of him and I stayed dumb. 'It would be nice...just for a
minute....you know iiiiifff I could.......well hold you, sort of?'

What the fuck was he saying? I had an inner dread that I knew. 'You are
holding me dad. Its OK, it's not a problem,' I answered.

His head lifted, his eyes boring into mine at the same time I felt the
slightest cupping of his hand under my left tit.

'Like this,' he whispered as his hand roamed lightly across it. My nipple
nearly screamed, as I did realising how nice it felt. Jem usually went at
them like a bull at a gate, tearing my brassiere off in no time.

I nodded and murmured a feeble OK and he grinned up at me. The grin was
grateful and he continued to feel my fettered boob. I couldn't help myself
revealing the sheer bliss and gave out a sigh and my head went back as his
hand coursed over my inflamed nipple.

'Nice eh? Meg liked that too,' he whispered, gazing into my face. He pecked
my lips and I pecked back, then he kissed me and I kissed back and without
any thoughts on the consequences I lay back on my bed. His mouth found mine
again and we tongued as his hands sought out my shirt, lifting it free from
my trousers. His rough hand on my belly soon located the bottom of my bra
and over it. Now he could feel my nipples and he gasped.

He turned his body slightly and pushed against me. I could feel his cock
against my thigh as he nudged at me, whilst trying to get under my Gossard
bra. It was too tight and he was hurting me.

'Hold on,' I gasped and levered up. He tried to unclip me and failed but I
soon had the thing loose and almost screamed as his hands freely stroked my
tits accompanied by our joint moans of delight whenever they touched my
nipples.

'They're gorgeous Me....er Marie,' he sighed. I stayed dumb thinking that's
all he wanted and would soon be satisfied, but his crotch was budging me
across the bed. It felt like he had a real stiffy trapped. Dad kissed me and
I returned, I liked kissing and he wasn't bad. Then I felt his hand leave my
tits and roam down my belly and settle right on my crotch.

'Er dad, my tits eh? Just my tits?'

He moaned and pressed his fingers into my crotch. 'Just a feel Marie, thats
all, make me happy eh?' he pleaded, kissing me before I could answer. Our
tongues roamed voraciously and I felt his hand find my zip and expertly
lower it.

For some reason, don't ask me I opened my legs and his hand rummaged into my
knickers. My trousers were tight, so it was difficult for him to reach any
further, but he whined and moaned and pleaded and the next thing, they were
down at my ankles and off, panties and everything.

'Just a feel dad, that's all eh?' I whimpered as he shuffled away and gazed
at my exposed crotch.

'Yeah Marie, just a feel. You're beautiful and so little hair,' he giggled
cheekily.

I smiled passively as his hand brushed over my fine blonde pubes, which I
liked until I remembered the state of my cunt. It was too late, his fingers
had fiddled into it and he gasped.

'Marie, you're all juicy. Wow! Have I turned you on?' he asked arrogantly,
as if it was his prowess. Fucking problem was that he had. I heard his
fingers slopping about until I jerked suddenly as he found my clitty.

'Heh heh,' he chuckled. 'Experience counts.'

Didn't it just, I mused as his fingers played a delightful mazurka on my
cherry. I was lost and groped for his dick. He made it easy for me with his
jeans and zip. As I grabbed it, I leaned to look.

'Fucking hell dad, it's enormous,' I squealed, trying to conceal my
pleasure. It must have been ten inches and very fat.

He grinned triumphantly as I rubbed the huge shaft, its veins hard and
angry, the shiny dome seeping lube and his balls throbbing in a hairy sac.
'Done this before then Marie?' he ventured.

'Don't be daft dad,' I answered.

'With JemOhhhhhh,' he gasped as I steadily wanked it.

'Mmm!' I responded, happily letting him flick my clitty to new heights of
excitement. He was good, but so was I.

'Just a wank Marie, little feels and little wanks eh?' he rasped. His face
met mine and we kissed passionately, laying side by side, our hands going
hammer and tongs at each others sex.

Dad's body started to roll onto me and I didn't stop him. I felt his thighs
push mine wide and start to prod his cock at me. I knew we wouldn't need
hands. I was soaking wet and he was rigid, but luckily my brain went into
overtime. I pushed him away slightly and he moaned and grimaced as if I was
stopping him in full flow. Our bodies parted and he started to say something
as I turned and reached away from him, but his face turned to a half smile
as I brandished the condoms. 'In your room too,' he chuckled. I shrugged as
I unpeeled a rubber, dad offering his monster tool without prompting. I
rolled it on his engorged dick, not without some difficulty, I didn't stock
extra large for Jem.

'Done this before then. With Jem?' he asked as I lay back again. I nodded
and sighed with bliss as his knob prodded at my clitty again. 'You shouldn't
you know. You're only fifteen.........' His voice failed as he thrust at my
twat and secured a full penetration.

'So it's alright with you then is it?' I challenged him gently as he started
to buck at me.

'It's alright darling, I'll take care of you, you know that. You're very
good to your old dad and I'll be eternally grateful, you'll see,' he started
to pant, pushing hard now and it was gorgeous. I love a good fucking and my
amazing dad was an expert. He knew how to lever up and rasp across my
clitty. He didn't take long, that was the problem, starved of it probably
and desperate to cum. He filled the rubber and stopped abruptly, his body
quivering and his face twisted in an expression of sheer relief, as he
arched up and grinned down at me.

'That was superb Marie, thanks. Sorry it was so quick. Been some time...you
know,' he spluttered as I tensed my minge muscles round his softening dick.
'Hey what you doing down there?' he quizzed, glancing towards our joined
crotches. I tensed again and persuaded him to roll over. It didn't take much
for him to comply and I straddled him. The trouble was he was spent and I
needed to cum too, but to his eternal credit, he spotted his shortcoming, so
to speak. As I sat heavily on his cock, not allowing it to escape from my
greasy teeny twat, his hands started to roam up my body. My school shirt was
in a wrinkled mess, still buttoned round me and he undid it, leaving my tie
flapping, muttering that he liked it. My bra hung around me loosely and he
shoved his hands onto my tits and I hit the roof.

Great racking gasps exited my mouth as my nipples gloried in the attention.
I started to rock on his soft but large cock, quickly glancing to see if the
rubber was still intact. I screeched as he nipped my swollen buds and he
shushed me, his eyes glancing to the door. 'There's no one there dad, but if
you nip them I'll fucking scream it's so good,' I told him.

'Urgh, Oh yeah darling. Oh yeaaaaahhhhh!' he moaned as I rocked on his now
swelling prick. I arched my back as his hands overflowed with my mammaries.
I could charge my clitoris down on his hairy cock root from this angle
letting my tits take their exquisite punishment.

I grinned openly down at him, dad returned the pleasantry. Two bodies and
minds tuned into ultimate pleasure seeking. Who the fuck cared if I was his
blood daughter? Neither of us certainly and it would be just this once I
told myself. He was back up to full erection and his knob was finding all
sorts of nooks and crannies inside my teenage vulva. Jem had never got that
far, but Jem could ride me patiently until I came.

My fanny that had been first fucked when twelve was truly filled by the most
magnificent cock I'd ever seen or sat on and I'd seen a few. My dad, all
thirty-nine years of him, was now revelling in seeing to his daughter and
his prowess was showing, by the skillful way he moved to my motions. I
couldn't imagine why mum was leaving him, but then sex isn't everything. It
meant a lot to me and dad was giving me whole bagfuls of it right now.

My climax started, in the usual way. Hot tingles shooting through me,
starting at my clit and round my groin then in waves up through me to meet
the sharp stabbing zings in my nipples. I groaned as it all became a faster
procedure and soon the sensations were meeting as one and my body seemed on
fire.

'Oh yes dad...yes yes yes yes YES,' I shouted. There are not many words you
can say or need at this time, just enough to indicate as if it isn't obvious
that I was cumming with the force of a cow elephant. Dad's face was a
mixture of triumph and strain as he bucked up at me. He had the body
strength to lift me physically which each thrust from below as he powered
his massive tool up me. I gave up trying to move, letting his actions carry
the emotions on each surging shunt towards the ceiling.

'Uurrrgggggghhhhhhhh!' he gurgled. 'Fuck it I'm cumming again Marie.
Jeeeeeeezzzzz!' With one last enormous fuck, he stopped and sank onto my bed
with its Brad Pitt duvet cover. I dropped onto him and our bodies heaved
with great racking breaths. His cock softened very quickly and plopped out
of my soaking snatch and I checked, I needed to for fuck's sake, that the
condom was intact. It was and I breathed a silent sigh of relief. Dad
chuckled, aware of my thoughts. 'Still there, no two headed babies for us
then.'

'Stop it dad, Don't be nasty. You'd soon fucking worry if there were,' I
responded, scrambling off him and laying flat out panting.

'Yeah you're right darling. Sorry,' he muttered stroking my hair and pecking
my cheek. I turned away from him, not wanting the thoughtful after sex mood.
It was over, he'd fucked me rotten, yet so beautifully, but I wanted him to
go.

'Its years since I came twice you know,' he told me. I grunted and felt his
hand creep round my breasts.

'Good,' I answered, pushing his hand away. 'I think I want to shower now
dad. Thats all eh? And no more, promise, ever?'

He groaned and sat up patting my butt. 'But its so good and no one will know
Marie,' he pleaded. 'I mean you enjoyed it too. I know you did. Didn't
realise your old man was so good a lover did you?' he laughed.

'I think if you tried harder with mum, your lover's talents might come in
useful again, don't you think?' I asked, getting up and stripping my shirt
and tie off. I flung a bathrobe round me and went to the door. He grunted
and shrugged and I knew I'd spoiled his mood by mentioning mum, but that was
the idea. She wasn't interested in sex anymore it seemed. He must have tried
that tool, so to speak. I went to the bathroom and showered luxuriantly. I
must admit my body was in full bloom although my nipples hadn't come back to
earth yet and my pussy seemed fleshier than usual. But then it doesn't get
ten inches of prime cock meat every day.

Back in my room, typically dad, who had gone downstairs, had left the rubber
on my dressing table, albeit on a tissue, but he could have disposed of it.
He had shot one hell of a load in it and I grinned at the massive bubble of
cum in the end. I reckon he'd left it for me to think about it, a souvenir
of his unbridled lust, his incestuous passion for me and his proficiency in
the art of seduction, for he had seduced me hadn't he?



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