an84561@anon.penet.fi (Frostflower)My Loving Father (Father, adult daughter) - [by Jame]Note, if incest bothers you don't read.Searching for Mr. Right doesn't always lead to him. Sometimes Mr.Right is Mr. Wrong, and sometimes Mr. Right was there all alongin the last place we would have looked.Jame                    VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVI got married early, to a guy I thought I was in love with. Ibecame pregnant almost immediately, and had a beautiful baby girl.      For the first couple of years my marriage was perfect, butthen my Brad, my husband, lost his job. He began to drink heavily,and the bills went unpaid. He began to get angry and sullen, andstarted snarling and cursing me at the slightest provocation.     Then, one day, he hit me. It was only a slap, but sent meflying back against the wall. From then on every time he was aroundme I walked on eggshells, fearful and worried. Several more timeshe hit me. At first they were slaps, then he started punching me.     I left him and took my daughter, Ann, home to live with myfather. Dad was happy to put us up. He still had the big house meand my five brothers and sisters had grown up in, and since we'dall left, and Mom had died, I guess he was a little lonely there.     Dad and I hadn't been especially close when I was growing up.He was always working, doing lots of overtime to support us all,and when he did have spare time I guess he mostly spent it with mybrothers.     Going from the constant menace and fear that I had lived withto my Dad's house was an overwhelming relief. Living with Brad,even though he hadn't actually hit me that much, had reduced me toa kind of fearful mouse, afraid of saying the slightest thing thatwould cause him to get angry.     Now I was home. Safe. I had the big old house to be alone withAnn, and I had my Daddy to look after me. I think that I was sotimid and jittery from my time with Brad that I went out of my wayto be nice to my father, insisting on doing the dishes andhousework, scurrying to meet his every need.     I felt so safe there, and so grateful to him, that my love forhim just seemed to grow and grow, and I often hugged him just fromsheer happiness. I even took to slipping onto his lap now and then,kind of reliving my girlhood days.     Only now I had Daddy all to myself, and he had more time forme. He didn't work overtime any more, and would come home promptlyat five thirty. I greeted him at the door, kissing and hugging him,and having his dinner ready.     One day I was wearing a thin summer dress. It was one of thoseflowery things, with spaghetti straps over the shoulders to holdthe top up. I had no bra under it, but my breasts were firm andround, and not really big, so I didn't really need one.     I hugged daddy when he came home and he had his dinner, thenI cleaned up the dishes. I was hot, and I was being especially niceto him because I wanted to suggest that he get an air conditioner.I was acting just the way I used to as a kid, I guess, buttering upthe old man to get my way.     After I'd cleaned everything I went into the bathroom andchecked my hair. I gave my blonde locks a few more brushes, settingthe bangs just right so I looked sweet and cute, then went out intothe living room.     "Daddy?" I asked.     "Yes, honey?"     I slid onto his lap and he brought his arm around behind myback as I rubbed my head against his shoulder a little.     "What now?" he asked, his voice sounding a little amused.     "What do you mean?" I asked, all innocence.     "When you use that tone of voice and start acting like a bigeyed puppy I know you want something," he snorted.     "But I love you," I pouted.     I shifted myself a little, putting an arm over his shoulder,and it was then I felt something hard against my ass. I blinked insurprise, for I knew he had a hard-on.     At first I was shocked, but then a whole bunch of feelingsswirled around in my head. First, I felt an amazed delight, that Ihad managed to make him hard like that without even trying. I guessthat was the cock-tease in me.     Then there was the understanding that since my mom had diedfive years ago he must've not had any sex. As for me, I consideredsex almost irrelevant. I had been taught it was something youpretty much had to do for your man, and the best thing you could dowas to relax and hope it didn't hurt too much.     Sex with Brad had always been rough and fast. He'd get on andhump away for four or five minutes, then roll off with a sigh andgo to sleep. I'd heard about orgasms, but never had one on my own.I was so naive I hadn't even masturbated.     Like I said, it wasn't that I thought sex was dirty orshocking or nasty...just...unimportant. Shrug.     But I loved Daddy so much then, that I was delighted that hewas getting a hard-on. I hardly had to think for a second torealize that he would probably like to fuck me. Even Brad at hisdrunkest had liked fucking me.     So I got a kind of wicked smile on my face as I felt myDaddy's hard-on pressing into my ass. I rubbed myself deliberatelyagainst him, and kind of turned a little, to press my breasts rightinto his chest and rub them there.     "Daddy, I was wondering," I cooed. "Why can't we have airconditioning?"     "That again," he sighed, licking his lips.     "It don't cost that much," I whined.     "It's not necessary. We hardly ever get the heat that bad."     "Maybe you think so," I sniffed. "The heat is plenty badenough for me."     "It's a waste of money," he said.     "Pleeeease?" I kissed him on the cheek, then on the neck, thenon the cheek again.     "Laurie," he said, his voice a little husky.     "Your kinda my man, aren't you daddy?" I asked, all wide eyedinnocence.     "Huh?"     "Well, the man is supposed to provide for his woman."     "You're not my woman. You're my daughter."     "Right now I'm your woman," I said. "I cook for you, and cleanthe house, annnnnnd, I could do...other things for you."     I ran my hand over his broad chest, then kissed him on thelips. He drew back in surprise, swallowing nervously.     "Laurie," he said warningly.     "I'm not a little girl, Daddy," I said. "I'm a grown woman."     "Well you ain't acting like it."     "Sure I am," I grinned. "That's why you're getting all hot andbothered."     "What? I..."     I slid my hand down and squeezed his cock gently, and heardhis breath inhale sharply.     "Laurie! Stop that! Get off!"     He tried to push me off but I held onto him. I put my armsaround him and hugged him tight, clinging to him as he tried to putme off.     "Laurie, you do as I say!"     "Daddy," I said, raising my eyes to his and looking at himfirmly. "I know what men need. You're a man, and I'm a grownwoman."     I gripped his wrist, pulling his hand from my arm and placingit against my left breast. At first he jerked it back, but I leanedforward against him, pushing my breast into his hand. His cockthrobbed beneath me, and his eyes stared down at my chest as hishand shook against my tittie.     I reached behind my back and untied the spaghetti string andthe front of the light dress fell down, exposing my breasts. Hegasped and licked his lips, and I had to take his hand again andpress it against my naked breast.     I was kind of feeling hot too, though I seldom did with Brad.I guess it was the way I was sort of...seducing him, y'know? He wasgetting so excited at the sight and feel of me that it was turningme on too.     His hand started to close on my breast, and he cupped it witha light touch, sort of lifting an weighing it. My nipple was hardand felt hot and sensitive, and I licked my own lips as his thumbslipped over it, stroking it lightly.     "Go ahead, Daddy," I whispered. "I want you to."     He squeezed my breast, his breathing becoming more ragged ashe became less and less restrained, and worked his fingers into thesoft meat with more and more enthusiasm.     "Oh, baby," he gasped.     I laid back against his arm as he stroked and squeezed andkneaded my breasts. Then watched in satisfaction as he bent andbegan to lick, then suckle at my nipple. I felt exultant that hewas so happy, so excited, and sighed in pleasure as his tongue andlips moved on my nipples.     There was even a kind of sexual excitement in me, mostly fromhaving turned him on so high. But also from the tingling in mybreasts as he worked on them. Brad had never spent that much timeon my breasts. Mostly he just squeezed them real hard, in a waythat was more painful than pleasurable, and bit on them a little.     Daddy was stroking and caressing them in a way nobody everhad, his fingers pinching the nipples lightly, rolling them andsqueezing them. His tongue lapped over the hard pink buds, and hislips suckled as he drew them, one at a time, into his mouth.     They felt so...hot in his mouth, the way his mouth sucked, theway his tongue licked, and the odd little nibbling with his teeth.My breasts felt hot and swollen, and the nipples throbbed withexcitement and electricity in a way they never had before.     I was surprised that he was spending so long, but in no hurryfor him to stop. Nobody had ever spent so much effort on my tittiesbefore, and they were feeling so good as a result that I wasamazed. I found my heart beating faster, my blood flowing morestrongly.     I also felt a kind of tingling heat between my legs, down inmy lower belly, a moist, warm, heaviness that made me feel reallynice.     Daddy finally gripped the hem of my dress and slid it upwards,and I shifted so he could pull it out from under my behind. Iraised my hands as he slid the dress up and off, and then sat backin just my little string bikini panties as he resumed stroking andsqueezing my breasts.     I felt just a bit embarrassed about him seeing me like this,but he was my Daddy, after all, so it didn't matter. He'd seen menaked lots of times when I was little.     His fingers slid into the string of my panties, gripped it,and tugged them slowly down. I felt a quivering anxiety as mysoftly furred pussy was exposed to his eyes for the first time. Myface flushed a little in embarrassment as he pulled my panties downand off.     Then I was utterly naked, and Daddy's hands moved smoothlyover my body. I raised my head and he slid a hand behind it, thenkissed me on the lips. He pulled back, but I moved forward,pressing my lips against him again, this time opening my mouth.     I slid my tongue back and forth along his lips, then dipped itinto his mouth to meet his own. I felt his other hand sliding upand down over my breasts, then moving down my belly and in betweenmy legs. He cupped my pussy and squeezed, and I gasped in pleasure,feeling heat flood into me.     His fingers kneaded my pussy meat as our tongues slid togetherwith growing passion. I was breathing harder and heavier, and mybody was growing more excited. I ground myself on his hand, gaspingand moaning in heat as pleasure rolled over my mind.     "Dadddy!" I gasped. "Oooh! Oohhhh! Unhhhhh!"     I felt a finger pierce me, cleaving the folds of my tight,warm, slick pussy lips and sliding up into my fuck hole. I gaspedagain and humped against it, astonished at my own excitement,shocked at the pleasure boiling through me.     I humped on his finger, then felt a second enter me.     "Yess! Yess! Ohhh! Daddy! Daddy! Ooohh!" I panted.     "You like that, baby?" he gasped.     "Ooohh!"     He thrust his fingers up to the knuckles inside me and Iground myself helplessly against them, then his thumb pressed downon my clit and he squeezed up with his fingers. He caught my clittybetween them and rolled it rapidly back and forth.     The heat fire roared up like a bonfire with gas thrown on it.I cried out in shocked pleasure, arching my back and jerkingspastically. My ass ground against his thighs and I humpeddesperately as an orgasm, the first of my life, ripped through mybody.     I thrashed and shook as Daddy held me down with one hand andjerked me off with the other. I gasped and panted and whined,slamming my head back into the arm of the sofa again and again asmy nervous system crackled and burned in orgiastic pleasure.     Then I went limp, panting for breath, chest heaving as I laythere in languorous aftermath, astonished and dazed. Daddy leanedover and kissed my left breast, then pulled his fingers out of meand stood up, hefting me in his arms.     He walked upstairs to his bedroom, the master bedroom, whathad been my parents' bedroom as long as I could remember, a placeI wasn't permitted to enter.     He carried me through the door and set me down on the bed,then calmly undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. He undidhis pants and pushed the zipper down. I stared at it, at thezipper, laying there naked on his bed, and watched as his pantsslid down.     He stepped out of them, and my eyes focused on the bulgingerection in his boxer shorts. Then he jerked them down and off, andwas naked, naked like me.     He was still powerfully built. I was a small woman, havingtaken after my mother, but Daddy was well over six feet tall, andvery strong. His cock was thick and hard, bigger than Brad's hadbeen, not so much longer as...thicker.     It was hard and hairy and dark, and I couldn't take my eyesoff it as he crawled into bed. He lifted my legs up and apart, thenset them down on the bed. I raised my knees, my feet flat on thebed as Daddy knelt there between them, stroking his hands over mybreasts and belly.     Then he slid forward over me, his body pressing against mine,sliding over my skin until were face to face, eye to eye, groin togroin. His weight was heavy on me, but familiar, from Brad. I couldfeel his entire body with mine, his flesh against me, his chestpressing down my breasts.     He kissed me, and I slid my arms around him and kissed himback, filled with love and devotion. He stroked my breasts, and ranhis hand up and down my body. I felt his cock, hard and thick,laying between our bellies.     He raised his hips and gripped his cock, then pressed the headagainst my cunt crack. I felt it catch at the small hole, thenpress forward. My cunt spread around it and it slid down inside me.     I groaned in pleasure as it spread my pussy tunnel wide. Mycunt strained but not painfully. There was just thiswonderful..full...sensation. I felt packed with his cock, felt itfilling my belly, and rejoiced in it. It twisted as he moved atopme, and I mewled in pleasure as it stirred my insides.     His lips and mine sought each other again and our tonguesslithered together. Then he began to grind himself into me, a slow,grinding movement that made his cock rub over my clitty with hard,steady pressure. The pressure built up in my skull again and I drewmy knees back and apart more, moaning and sighing in happiness.     "Fuck me, Daddy!" I panted. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"     He gripped my head in his hands and crushed my lips with his,then began to pump his cock in me, using a slow but hard stroke,his cock sliding back and forth through my steamy, burning pussytube as his ass rose and fell.     He let go of my head, and his hands slid down under me,cupping my ass, digging into the soft meat as he fucked harder. Hejerked my ass upwards to meet his thrusts, and I grunted with theimpact as his cock thrust hard into me, his hips struck my thighsbruisingly, and my cunt burned hotter and harder and higher.     "Oh, Jesus! Oh God!" he panted. "Oh baby! Baby!'     "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy!" I cried, trying to hump backagainst him.     His cock was driving harder inside me, sawing roughly over myclitoris as he fucked into me. I clutched him desperately, gruntingand moaning and panting as my body was bathed in sexual lust anddesire. The center of my universe became my cunt, and that hard,pounding tube of flesh sliding back and forth inside it.     Then I came again, gurgling in wondrous pleasure, snapping myhead back and crying out in gladness as the orgasm rolled over meand swamped my mind with ecstasy. Daddy was pounding down into me,and every deep, hard thrust made sent a fresh burst of explosiveheat into the orgasm, raising it higher.     Then he came inside me, and I knew a new joy as his sperm shotup into my belly, pouring into me like liquid life. This was how Iwas born, I thought dazedly. His sperm had made me, and now it wasinside me.     We lay together afterwards, kissing lightly, stroking eachothers' bodies. I was still stunned by the pleasure he had givenme, and felt closer to him than I ever had in my life, closer thanI'd ever been to anyone.     After a while he slid down my body, mouthing and suckling atmy breasts, then sliding his tongue over my belly and down betweenmy legs. My eyes widened, for I'd heard of guys licking girlsthere, but had never had it done to me. Brad had no interest in it.     He knelt between my spread legs, propped on his elbows andlooking at my sex. I felt a bit embarrassed at him looking at melike that, but the embarrassment was nothing compared to theexcitement and anticipation coursing through me.     His hands stroked my thighs gently, then his thumbs pressedagainst the soft folds of my pussy lips, slowly easing betweenthem, then peeling them apart, exposing the moist, pink fleshinside. He looked at it, then eased his head down and his tonguelicked along my pussy meat.     I gasped, then bit down on my lip as I watched and felt him.His tongue felt like fire as it slid through my quivering pinkflesh. I felt it screwing down into my pussy hole, licking andlapping at my inner flesh. He sucked on my hole, then moved hislips upwards over my clit.     An explosion seemed to take place inside me when his lipstouched my clit. The fiery pleasure roared up and made my entirebody shudder in response. I jerked my head back and stared up atthe ceiling as his lips sucked on my clitty, then his tongue lappedagainst it.     My clitty was a hard, super sensitive little bud of fuck joy,and the things he did to it were making my mind reel. He suckedhard, then blew. He licked and nibbled. He rubbed and stroked andteased and squeezed.     I came, with cries of shocked pleasure, then came again, thenagain. For long, long minutes Daddy sucked and licked at my pussy,doing things I'd never imagined before, and tearing my body apartwith pleasure. A fourth time I approached orgasm, my body sweating,my hair matted against my face, my chest aching.     He pulled back, then straightened, kneeling between myquivering thighs. His cock was hard again, and I longed for it. Herubbed it up and down against my clit, taunting me, teasing me, andI moaned and whimpered, needing it inside me.     "Daddddyyyyy!" I moaned. "Fuck meeee! Fuck meee!"     He thrust into me and I cried out in pleasure. Then he grippedmy legs behind the knees, lifting them and forcing them backagainst my chest. He jammed them back hard, the way Brad used to,but now there was only pleasure, and a deep sexual need in me.     He rose up over me, his weight on my legs, crushing themdownwards, then thrust in hard and fast. He began to fuck me then,and there was no other word for it. It was no making love butfucking. I was being fucked, and fucked hard. His cock was poundingdown into me with savage force and speed, stabbing into the centerof my belly with each hard thrust.     His hips pounded against my upturned ass cheeks, slamming medownwards into the bed, and I cried out with each impact, a mixtureof pleasure and pain. My guts churned and writhed around hispistoning cock, and my eyes closed as I shuddered in orgiasticpleasure.     I came again, my insides exploding with pleasure, my mindburning and roiling under the waves of ecstasy as Daddy rammed hiscock down into me with wild abandon. The bed creaked and groanedunderneath us as the springs flung me up to meet each new thrust.     I gurgled in helpless sexual glory, unable to breath, unableto think, basking in the fires of my own inner juices as Daddy'scock continued to drive down into my fuck tunnel with relentlessspeed and power.     Then he came inside me, his juices spewing out into my suckingfuck chamber. I felt my spasming cunt suck on his boner, milking itfor every last drop as he cursed and moaned and then dropped overme again.      Things didn't precisely change between me and Daddy, atleast, not in the way I felt about him or he felt about me. Theonly change was lust and pleasure. For the first week we fuckedlike bunnies. Daddy was so glad to be getting sex again, especiallya hot young piece like me, and I was so overjoyed at discoveringthe joys of my own body, that we could hardly let each other alone.     We took baths together, and I rode up and down on his cock inthe tub. He fucked me on the kitchen table, and bent over the sofa.He sucked my pussy repeatedly, and I sucked his cock.     We kissed and hugged more often, only now his hands wouldusually roam over my body, squeezing my ass or titties, or slidingup between my legs.     I think the best position for me, the one I liked the most,was on all fours, with Daddy taking me from behind doggy style. Tome, nothing spoke more of being his woman, and him being my man,than to kneel on all fours like a bitch in heat, and have him mountme and ride me to orgasm.     I loved sex, and loved Daddy for showing me how wonderful itwas. I became, at least in the next months, so...sexual...so...hotand filled with desire, that often he would jerk me off right outof the blue, just for his own amusement.     He would pull me into his lap, or bend me over a table orchair, or just push me against a wall, then slide his hand down mypants or up under my skirt and jerk me off. It never took more thana couple of minutes for me to come like crazy.     I was a helpless captive of my newly awakened desires, but awilling one.     I moved into Daddy's room shortly after that. It seemed awaste of time and effort to keep everything in my room when I spentalmost every night in his bed anyway. Both of us wanted to fuckbefore going to bed, and first thing in the morning.      I didn't bother searching out someone else, because Daddy wasall I needed. When I think of all the women out there married tojerks and creeps, or guys who paid them little attention, I kind offelt smug. Daddy was the nicest, warmest, gentlest, most caring andloving man in the world.     And he was great in bed.     Why would I want anyone else?     Daddy was a little annoyed when I told him I was pregnant. Ihad secretly stopped taking the pill, and not told him about beingpregnant until I started to show, and it was too late to doanything.     I had a son for him, then a pair of twins, girls. After thatDaddy made sure I took the pills every day, but I think he was gladto have kids around the house again.     Years later, when Ann was old enough, and starting to becomesexually active, I persuaded Daddy to show her how much enjoymentshe could get from her own body. I didn't want her getting stuckwith a creep like Brad, and thinking sex was boring.     She was a little reluctant at first, but she quickly became anenthusiastic participant in our sex life. Daddy even showed me howto lick pussy, so that she and I could pleasure ourselves when hewasn't around.      Too many of them, like me, give themselves to ignorant,crude, fumble fingered guys who don't care about their pleasure.It's too bad more girls didn't learn about sex from their fathers.