
                            Sarah's Daddy
                             by Ms. Which


A man's alienation from his wife fuels his lust for his daughter
which she encourages.  

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Sarah Rosen stared intently into the mirror, making sure everything
looked perfect.  Her hair was done up in a French twist, and she was
wearing her best dress and a pair of low heels.  She'd even gone so
far as to sneak into her mother's bathroom and use her lipstick.  In
Sarah's opinion, she looked very adult.  At least, that's what she
hoped.  She was only 13 years old, but she wanted to look pretty for
her Daddy today.

Sarah was no fool, and she knew when her parents had been fighting.
It had been happening a lot lately.  Her bedroom was right over her
parents' room, and in the last few months she'd heard nothing but
fighting coming from that room.  Her mother would come in late from
work and complain to her Daddy that he was doing a terrible job
taking care of the house and his daughter.  Then Daddy would say that
he was doing the best he could with no help from her.  Then they
would start to yell at each other and her mother would usually storm
out and sleep in the guest room.  Sarah wasn't positive, but she
thought she'd heard her Daddy crying a few times after some of these
arguments.  It worried her.  She loved her Daddy very much, and she
didn't want him to be hurt.

That's why she was all dressed up today.  Last night her mother had
been so angry that she'd screamed that her husband made her disgusted
and she couldn't take it anymore and didn't want to have to look at
his face.  Then she'd left and gone somewhere else.  Sarah guessed
she'd gone to Grandma's house, but there was no way of knowing for
sure.  Daddy had held his head in his hands for a few minutes, until
Sarah came over and hugged him and told him that she loved him no
matter what.

Daddy had smiled wearily.  He promised Sarah that the next day they
could have a barbecue and maybe go to the park, and that she
shouldn't worry.  So the next morning when she woke up, Sarah made a
special effort to look good.  She wanted this to be a special day,
and she wanted her Daddy to feel better and not look so upset.  Sarah
checked herself in the mirror one last time before she headed
downstairs.  Perfect.  She could have passed for a sixteen-year-old.

James Rosen was downstairs, setting up the grill on the deck outside.
He tried not to think about the last in the series of fights he'd
had with his wife.  Nothing he did could satisfy her.  All she did
anymore was berate him and call him names.  When she was home, that
is.  James hadn't made love to his wife in over seven months now, and
if he saw her for an hour a day he was surprised.  Not that he really
wanted to see her at all right now.  His daughter was the only thing
he lived for, really.  He half-smiled as he thought of how she'd
wrapped her arms around him last night.  She was a sweet-tempered
child; nothing at all like her mother.

As James heard her footsteps coming down the stairs, he glanced up.
When he saw her, he involuntarily gasped.  His little girl had
transformed herself into...well, she looked much older than usual.
When had she developed cleavage?  And where had she found those shoes
and that make-up?

"Don't you like it, Daddy?"

James realized that he'd been staring.

"Sure, baby, you look beautiful.  I was just surprised."

Sarah beamed at him and twirled around so that her skirt flared out.

"I'm glad, Daddy.  I wanted to look good for you today."

James smiled.  His daughter was beautiful.  He'd forgotten all about
his wife and the horrific argument they'd had the night before.  That
was last night; this was today.  He was going to enjoy himself with
his daughter today, come hell or high water.

As he thought this, his daughter came over and kissed him on the
cheek.

"I love you, Daddy.  When's lunch?"

"It'll be a while, baby.  You can sit over there and talk to me while
I set up the grill, OK?"

"OK, Daddy."

Sarah went over and sat down on a deck chair, watching as her Daddy
went to work on the barbecue grill.  It was a hot summer day, and he
was only wearing a pair of shorts.  Her Daddy was still young, and
she thought how handsome he looked, working shirtless in the sun.
Every girl should be so lucky.  She knew some girls in her class
whose fathers were in their fifties.  Sarah wrinkled her nose just
thinking about it.

"So what are we going to do today, Daddy?"

"Well, sweetheart, you tell me.  We could do lots of things.  What's
on your mind?"

Sarah thought.

"Well...can we see a movie?"

Sarah knew perfectly well, as did her father, that her mother
disapproved of her going to movies.  Her mother felt that they were a
bad influence on young minds.

James grinned.

"Sure, baby.  Why not?"

Sarah giggled.

"We'll see the early one, sweetheart.  Then we can come back here and
watch the boat races.  Sound OK?"

Sarah nodded enthusiastically.  Their deck faced a river, and the
local regatta was being run this weekend.  She liked watching races.
The noise and speed excited her, although as young as she was, she
didn't recognize it as such.  She just knew that she adored races.
Her Daddy had been a stock car driver at the local dirt track for
awhile, until her mother made him stop.  Just one more reason to love
her Daddy, in Sarah's opinion.

As James inspected the charcoal to make sure it was lighting
properly, he felt Sarah's arms encircle his waist as she planted a
series of small kisses down his spine.  James felt his cock twitch
inside his shorts.  He froze solid, his heart pounding.  This was his
DAUGHTER, for God's sake.  He mentally berated himself and told
himself to ignore the brief moment of arousal.

"I love you, Daddy."

James smiled weakly.

"I love you too, sweetheart.  But you should go sit down.  I don't
want you to burn yourself."

Sarah pouted briefly, but did as her Daddy said.  He usually knew
what was best for her, anyway.  She kicked her legs back and forth
off the high deck chair as she waited for him to finish with the
grill.

"OK, baby, it's all ready.  I'll go get the burgers."

Sarah and James spent the rest of the afternoon on the deck, watching
the regatta preparations, eating burgers, and talking easily.  Sarah
had always had a good relationship with her father.  They talked
about everything; school, friends, you name it.  She felt she could
tell her Daddy anything.

For his part, James spent much of the afternoon trying to ignore
Sarah's white cotton panties, which were easily visible to him every
time she uncrossed her legs.  What the hell was wrong with him?  He
was becoming aroused by his 13-year-old daughter!  Admittedly, she
was beautiful, and she loved him, and she was sweet and special and
wonderful, but...James sighed.  This was not helping.

Sarah didn't notice her father's discomfort, and continued chatting
happily with him.  She was so glad she had him.  If it weren't for
him, her mother would have made her life miserable.  But Daddy always
protected her.  Sarah, even at her young age, had the vague idea that
perhaps Daddy's protective attitude toward her was part of the reason
her mother was always so angry and upset with him.  But she never
really formulated that sentiment to herself.  She just loved her
Daddy.

James extinguished the grill.

"All right, sweetheart, I'm going to go get dressed for the movie.
You think about what you want to see, OK?"

Sarah nodded.

"Affirmative, Daddy."

James grinned and kissed her on the cheek as he headed into the
house.  He thought about what it would be like to kiss her on the
mouth...to kiss her neck...her beautiful perfect neck...Goddamn it,
he had to stop this.  She was his daughter, and he was in charge of
her, and he had to stop these twisted and perverse thoughts.  He
finished dressing and went to go collect the light of his life.

"Ready to go, baby?  Know what you want to see?"

"Uh-huh, Daddy.  They're showing 'Bull Durham' at the dollar movies
and I want to go.  Is that OK?"

James mentally groaned.

"Honey, don't you think that movie is a little old for you?"

Sarah giggled.

"Come on, Daddy, I'm old enough.  I know what sex is.  Besides, I'll
be with you!"

That's the problem, O precocious child of mine.  But James didn't
voice that sentiment.  He only sighed and nodded.  It was her day,
after all.

"All right, sweetheart.  We'll go."

James followed his daughter out to the car.

"Buckle up, baby."

"I always do, Daddy."

James smiled.  He headed toward the movie theater.  They lived a fair
distance from town, and so he had to take the interstate whenever he
wanted to do anything in the city.  As he entered the freeway, he
accelerated to about the speed limit and stayed there.

Sarah grinned and looked at him impishly.

"Faster, Daddy...please?"

James pressed down a little harder on the gas pedal.  His little girl
loved speed.  He hit about 85, and looked over at Sarah.  She was
leaning back against her seat, in heaven.  Her mother had hated fast
cars.  James remembered when he'd quit driving stock cars.  His wife
had forbidden him to continue.  She hated racing and everything
associated with it.

"I love you, Daddy."

Sarah, on the other hand...James smiled.  The faster, the better.  He
kissed his index finger and touched it to her forehead.

"Daddy loves you too, darlin'."

The car sped onward, holding two passengers who were, on the whole,
very pleased to be with each other at that moment in time.

At the movie theater, Sarah and James decided to forego popcorn,
since they'd recently stuffed themselves full of burgers.  They sat
toward the back, because Sarah hated getting stuck in front of people
who wouldn't shut up during the movie.  Sarah settled into her seat
and asked her father impatiently how long it would be until the movie.

"Not too long, sweetheart.  Be patient."

It wasn't long before the movie began.  Sarah liked baseball, which
is why she'd wanted to see this movie.  James only hoped that the sex
scenes weren't as heated as he remembered.

They were.  James became a little uncomfortable as Kevin Costner and
Susan Sarandon writhed around on the screen.  Sarah, however, was
rapt, her attention centered on the screen.  She wondered idly if her
Daddy and her mother had ever made love like that.  She doubted it
seriously.  Poor Daddy.  He deserved so much better.  She reached
over and took her Daddy's hand, resting it on her own on top of his
leg.

James closed his eyes and tried to ignore the passionate lovemaking
on the screen and his daughter's touch on his leg.  He was not going
to become aroused.  He was not going to become aroused.  He gritted
his teeth hard and thought of stock prices and baseball
scores...anything, Jesus, anything at all so that he wouldn't be
thinking of his daughter that way.

Sarah, unaware of her father's struggle, leaned against his shoulder
and smiled contentedly.  Not many girls were lucky enough to have a
Daddy who would take them to a movie like this.  Her Daddy was so
understanding.

In the car on the way home, Sarah leaned against him again, drawing
her legs up on the seat.  James wished he'd got a car with bucket
seats.  Sarah's arms went around his waist and he could feel her
breath on his shoulder.  He supposed that he was lucky, really.  It
could have been worse.  She could have wanted to take a nap with her
head in his lap.  He wondered idly if his wife had returned home in
their absence.  He doubted it.

The house was as deserted as when they'd left, although now the sun
had set.  He left Sarah -- Jesus, she was even more beautiful by
moonlight, God help him -- on the deck and went to change his clothes
again.  It was 95 degrees outside, and when he came back to his
daughter he was again clad only in shorts.

"Ready for the races, baby?"

"Yeah, Daddy.  Can I sit on your lap and watch them?"

She hadn't wanted to sit on his lap for years.  James knew that if he
allowed it now, he was doomed.  But she was so beautiful, and he
loved her so much, and he just wanted to touch her, that's all, no
more than that...

"Sure, honey."

She crawled into his lap and let her legs dangle to the side, his
knees between hers.  She took hold of his hands and placed them
around her so that he was holding her around the waist, and leaned
back against his bare chest.  James began to stiffen.  He tried
desperately to hold back, but it was impossible.  Every time Sarah
shifted her weight, she rubbed against his cock.  James closed his
eyes and prayed to God she wouldn't notice.

The boat race began before them.  James noticed that every time the
boats zipped past on the river, Sarah squirmed a little.  It would
have normally been imperceptible, but in his aroused state he noticed
every little squirm and wriggle.

"Daddy, will you take me racing some day?"

"You mean in a boat, sweetheart?"

"No, your car.  I want to know what it feels like to go that fast in
a car."

"Sure, baby."

Sarah sighed contentedly and wriggled against her Daddy.

"Daddy, I love you."

"I love you too, baby.  I love you too much sometimes, I think."

Sarah shook her head and giggled.

"You could never love me too much, Daddy."

James only groaned softly.  She was wrong.  He was as hard as a rock.

Sarah squirmed around in his lap, turning around completely so that
now she was straddling his lap.  She rested her head in the hollow of
his neck, listening to his heartbeat.

James held perfectly still through all of this.  His cock and her
vagina were now separated only by his shorts and her panties.  He was
afraid to breathe.

Sarah smiled up at him lazily.  She wriggled in closer, wanting to be
as close to her Daddy as she could.  Then James saw her eyes slowly
widen.

"Daddy...what's that?"

"Honey, do you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, Daddy.  I love you."

"OK, baby.  Daddy loves you very much too.  Very very much.  A little
too much, in fact.  Just trust me, sweetheart.  Daddy won't hurt you."

"I know, Daddy.  You'd never hurt me.  You're my Daddy."

James was in mental agony.  It wasn't too late to stop this.  He
could just get up and leave.  But he loved his beautiful little girl
so much, and he was so godawful hard, and it had been so long...

"Honey...Daddy is going to take his shorts off."

Her reply was a soft whisper into his chest.

"OK, Daddy.  Let me help you.  I want to help you feel good, OK?"

James nodded, and with his little girl's help he slid his shorts off.
His cock was so hard it was pointing almost straight up in the air,
right between his daughter's spread legs.

"Can I touch it, Daddy?"

James groaned.  He was doomed.

"Yes, baby.  Daddy would like that very much."

Sarah took her Daddy's cock in her hand, sliding her fingers gently
up and down either side.  She watched as it twitched in response to
her light stroking.  James stroked her hair as she experimented,
sometimes squeezing, sometimes stroking, and sometimes just gripping
it in her soft hand.

"Daddy...will you put it inside me?  That's where it belongs, isn't
it?"

James's heart stopped for a long moment.  He responded slowly and
extraordinarily softly.

"Yes, angel.  That's where it belongs.  Help Daddy.  Help Daddy love
you."

Sarah wriggled out of her panties.  She was pressed right against her
Daddy, so close that he could feel her lips against his aching
erection.  She positioned herself so that his cock was pushing right
against the entrance to her vagina.

"Like this, Daddy?"

James nodded.

"This might hurt at first, honey.  I'm probably a little too big for
you."

"I don't care, Daddy.  I want you inside me."

James had never been able to resist his little girl when she gave him
that imploring gaze.  He placed his hands on his daughter's hips and
slid his cock into her waiting pussy.  He'd been right; it was too
big.  Sarah let out an agonized groan as he pushed all the way into
her.

James gasped out, "Are you all right, baby?"

She nodded and leaned forward against his chest.

"Yes, Daddy...I'll always be all right when I'm with you."

They stayed like that for a long while, Sarah sitting on her Daddy's
lap, resting her head on him, with his cock inside her.  Neither
wanted to move.  From time to time Sarah would kiss her Daddy's neck
and chest, and James stroked his daughter's hair and occasionally her
small breasts.  But for the most part, they just sat still, listening
to the other's heartbeat.

"Daddy...I love you."

"Sarah, baby, you have no idea how much I love you back.  Daddy loves
you more than anything else in the world."

Sarah began to rock against him, gently, sending waves of pleasure
through his cock.  It wasn't enough to bring him to orgasm, not
nearly.  It wasn't meant to be.  Sarah just wanted to love her Daddy
like he loved her.  She swayed and rocked against him, listening to
his tortured breathing and his groans, for nearly two hours.  The
night passed as the lovers moaned and kissed and trembled and sighed.
The boat race had ended long ago and the moon was high in the night
sky.

Sarah's breathing had become rapid and high-pitched, gradually, over
the course of the last few hours.  Her Daddy noticed through his haze
of pleasure, and reached down to finger her clit.  As she rocked and
swayed on his cock, his finger slid back and forth across her
now-swollen clit, and he felt her fingernails dig into his shoulders
as she buried her face in his chest.  He felt her moans more than
heard them, as hot vibrations against his skin.

As Sarah rocked back and forth on her Daddy's cock and slid against
his finger, she began to feel brief tingles shooting from between her
legs.  These tingles got longer and longer, and more and more
pleasurable, until she could barely remember where she was.  She
began moaning for her Daddy, calling his name again and again as his
finger pleasured her nearly unbearably.  Then, suddenly, the pleasure
became so intense that she couldn't even remember her own name, and
she began to shudder, closing her eyes as lightning flashed behind
them and she let out a long sobbing moan as her pussy contracted
again and again around her Daddy's hardened cock.

James felt his daughter come to orgasm as he stroked her, and
couldn't bear the gentle rocking anymore.  He lifted his daughter
away from him, sliding his cock out of her completely.  She gazed at
him bewildered.

"Daddy?"

"It's all right, baby.  Daddy is going to take care of you."

He picked Sarah up and carried her into the living room, where he
laid her gently on the rug.  Then he spread her legs apart and laid
down on top of her, covering her body with his own.  James bent his
lips to his daughter's waiting mouth and kissed her gently, probing
her mouth with his tongue.  She tasted like peaches.  James smiled
distantly.  Then, unable to wait any longer, he slid his cock into
her and began thrusting, slowly and steadily.

Sarah groaned and wrapped her legs around her Daddy's back, as tight
as she could manage.  This was the best, most amazing feeling she'd
ever had, and all she could think was that she loved her Daddy more
than anyone in the world.  The tingling started to come back and she
forgot where she was.  She just started moaning uncontrollably.

"Oh Daddy, I love you I love you it feels so good oh don't stop I
love you I love you so much don't stop Daddy oh please it feels soooo
good don't stop Daddy Daddy I love you Daddy..."

James, gasping and groaning himself, heard his daughter's cries as
from a far distance and began to thrust harder and faster.  He
couldn't help it.  This was the most aroused he'd been in his entire
life, and he forgot that he'd intended to be light and gentle.  He
began to fuck his daughter with abandon, hard and fast.

"DADDDDDDDDDY, oh YES YES YES I love you I love you you're my Daddy
and I love you unnnnnnnNNNHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS..."

James felt Sarah buck and shudder beneath him, in the throes of
another powerful orgasm.  He couldn't hold back anymore and thrust
powerfully into her sweet young body, groaning her name as he
spurted, again and again.

"Oh Sarah oh my sweetness and my light my angel my blessed angel you
are so good to me and Daddy loves you so much so very VERY much oh
YES Sarah oh YES Sarah oh YES Sarah oh sweet Jesus..."

After both their orgasms had subsided, James withdrew slowly from his
daughter's body and drew her to him, holding her in his lap and
stroking her hair.  She turned her face toward him and smiled slowly.

"Oh, Daddy..."

"Shhh, Sarah.  It's all right.  It's going to be all right."

"Do you still love me, Daddy?"

"I've never loved you more in my entire life, baby."

"Can we do it again?"

James knew then that he was forever damned.  He smiled back down at
his beautiful naked daughter.

"Yes, baby.  As many times as you want."

