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From Bad to Love By Patience Bryce Copyright@12/2000
   He pushed the TV remotes off button as the news finished.  Distractedly
he picked up the newspaper, scanning its headlines before discarding it,
flinging it onto the coffee table.  Pushing himself up off the sofa, he
began to pace, checking the clock every few minutes.  He established a
pattern; pulling back the curtain and look out onto the dark suburban
street, walk back to the kitchen entrance and look at the clock, and
picking the phone up briefly to check for a dial tone.  After a half-hour,
he heard a car door slam and a car roar down the street.  Quickly he
started towards the door when his daughter walked in, all smiles, greeting
Daddy as though nothing was out of the ordinary.  She headed right for the
stairs when he stopped her, asking her where she thought she was going. 
Sighing loudly, she turned around, bracing herself for the inevitable
lecture.  She noticed a big change in Daddy since her 14th birthday, and
she didn't like it.  She knew Daddy was having trouble "letting go" but
that was his problem!
   Daddy was red-faced as he started asking her where she had been, and why
she missed her 11 p.m.  curfew, then launched into the typical car-dating
monologue.  How she is obviously too young for going out with boys that can
drive; how irresponsible she is and immature, boys that can't be trusted
and would take advantage of a young pretty girl like her.  Daddy acted like
she was still a child!
   Suddenly Daddy stopped ranting and simply asked the girl where she had
been.  The change caught her off guard and it took her a moment to stammer
out that they merely lost track of time.  Daddy moved closer.  Again, he
asked her point blank where they had been.  Her answer that they were
simply out driving didn't sound believable.  Daddy was now close enough to
realize her clothes looked a little disheveled, and her hair didn't look
quite right.  Her skirt looked slightly off center, her blouse wrinkled,
and her nylons showed a small run.  His eyes narrowed as he cocked his head
and looked at her.  Stammering, she was insistent that they didn't DO
anything, adding the word "honest!" to her sentence didn't help.  Reaching
out Daddy brushed his hand against her hair, exposing her neck, and the
purple hickey that adorned it.  Daddy quietly directed his daughter to
unbutton her blouse.  When she acted indignant, he merely repeated his
command.  Slowly she unbuttoned the top buttons, exposing her soft flesh,
unencumbered by a bra.  Daddy reached over and pulled her blouse open, his
dark eyes taking in the sight of more red and purple hickeys.  He stepped
back, looking totally defeated.
   In a quiet voice, he raged about her becoming a slut just like her
mother was.  The girl looked as though she had been slapped, horrified at
the comparison, trying to figure out how her having a little kissing and
petting fun with her boyfriend translated into being a tramp like her
mother.  Tears welled up in her eyes, realizing that Daddy thought the
worst of her now.  She pleaded with him to believe that nothing happened
tonight.  He only wished he could trust her.
   Finally mustering up her nerve, she told Daddy that just because she had
a few hickeys didn't mean they "did it" yet.  And that a few hickeys hardly
turned her into her mother!  She was reminding Daddy that mom was bringing
in a parade of men while dad was at work, that she was witness to her
mothers decadence and sworn to secrecy and made to lie to Daddy about what
they did all day when he wasn't home.  She had to tell Daddy about trips to
the park that never happened, shopping trips where nothing was ever
purchased.  She KNEW her mother was a slut, she KNEW it tore her family
apart, why would she turn into someone like her mother was?
   But Daddy couldn't explain to her about how these things start...so
innocently.  A few kisses, some time spend pawing at each other, each time
going further and further until it happened.  And there was no turning
back. Daddy often worried about all her exposure to her mother's slutty
behavior would some day influence her own idea of what was acceptable or
not.  He has tried to instill values and morals on her over the years since
her mother was unceremoniously kicked out of the house.
   Daddy sighed heavily and looked at his daughter, seeing a young lady
where he wanted to see his precious little girl again.  Finally, Daddy told
her to go to her room, and be prepared for punishment.  She whined for only
a moment, but seeing the look on his face knew her fate had been sealed. 
Slowly she went up to her bedroom, and faced the wall, waiting.  It had
been a long time since she had to wait against this wall.
   Waiting a few minutes to collect his thoughts, as well as letting her
have time to ponder her fate, Daddy finally made his way up the steps.  He
looked at her standing facing the wall and realized the last time he
spanked her she had looked so much different.  She had been wearing shorts,
with her hair in a ponytail, not an obscenely short skirt, nylons and
heels. Stepping closer, Daddy started unbuckling his belt, telling his
daughter to take her skirt off.  Daddy had always administered her
spankings to her bare bottom, and that wasn't going to change.  With a
heavy sigh, the girl started pushing her skirt down over her hips, exposing
her buttocks, the smooth naked expanse of skin, proof to Daddy that his
little girl was giving in to slutty ways, having gone out on a date without
even bothering to wear panties.  Or had she worn them, and merely forgot
them when it was time to go home?  His eyes swept down her legs, taking in
the thigh hi stockings and high heels accentuating her legs, the heels just
high enough to tilt her pelvis, raising her buttocks up enticingly.
   Daddy stood there, belt in hand, staring at his daughter, staring at a
carbon copy of his ex-wife.  Parting his legs to get a balanced stance,
Daddy doubles his belt and pulls his hand back, bringing it forward again
with great strength and speed.  Instantly the girl cries out as a red welt
raises up on her firm buttocks.  Ignoring her cries and her pleas Daddy
brings the belt back and forth leaving a criss-cross of angry red marks. 
Her legs tremble at the force of the belt on her bottom, feeling her hips
being jarred left and right with each blow.  In that moment, all Daddy saw,
was his ex-wife paying for all the hurt, pain and humiliation she has
caused him and the problems that, years later she was capable of creating.
Her incessantly pleading and crying finally got through to him and Daddy
stopped swinging the belt.  Spent, he stood there, looking at the bright
red inflamed bottom, welt upon welt rising from the darkened color of her
flesh.  Daddy extended his hand forward, and felt the heat before his hand
touched her skin.  Her skin flinched as his hand made contact, she trembled
fearfully in front of him, wondering if Daddy was going to cause her more
pain.  Hot tears slid down her face, as she tried to stifle her sobs,
wanting to remain as quiet and unobtrusive as she could.  Daddy's hand
softly fingered the welts before stepping back.
   After an interminably long silence, Daddy finally told his girl to turn
around.  Looking her up and down, he told her to remove her blouse. 
Looking at the floor, she did as her Daddy told her.  There was to be no
denying the intense sensations coursing through his body as he looked at
his naked daughter in front of him.  His cock hard and throbbing as he
reaches for his zipper and opens his pants, pulling his hard cock out,
exposing himself to his daughter.  Your mother showed us both what sluts
are good for.  Since you insist on the same slutty behavior then you get on
your knees and suck Daddy's cock.  Her head snapped up and looked at him,
suddenly looking like the vulnerable 14 yr.  old she really was.  His
desire and anger were too far over the edge for it to register, and he
reached out to her shoulders and pushed her to her knees.  Grasping his
cock in one hand, Daddy grasped her hair with the other and pulled her to
him, telling her to open her slutty mouth and show him what a good slut she
has learned to be.
   And there it was, throbbing, moist at the tip, right at her lips.  She
glanced up briefly at Daddy and opened her mouth to complete the task at
hand.  Her bottom hurt and stung, and she knew she didn't want to get hit
any more.  Opening her mouth, she closed her eyes, and imagined it was her
boyfriends cock again.  She flattened her tongue against the tip of it, as
she moved her lips over the head.  The gasp from above encouraging her.  He
shoved himself into her as he gripped her hair tighter and yanked her mouth
onto him.  In her imagination, it was her boyfriend.  Though a bit bigger
then her boyfriend was, envisioning him sitting in the drivers seat of the
car, the seat pushed back and rubbing himself, telling her how he needed to
feel her mouth on him, to show him how much she loved him.  Remembering the
feel of his hand on the back of her head, his hips thrusting upwards for a
few fast furious strokes.  A quick learner she became adept at making him
cum as quickly as possible.  But this was different.  This was a grown man
who had self-control and a desire to make it last, who seemed insistent on
using her mouth and adding to her humiliation.  And he WAS punishing her
mouth with his cock.  Long hard strokes poking the back of her throat,
gagging her, feeling him thicken in her mouth, heavy vein throbbing against
her tongue.  Daddy's grunting was getting louder, and in rhythm with his
thrusts.  She kept telling herself that it would be over soon, yet he kept
pushing and shoving in and out of her, muttering nasty sentiments at her.
   It had been years since a hot mouth was wrapped around his cock.  Daddy
wasn't sure how long he could keep from cumming into his slutty daughter's
mouth.  Daddy had no doubts that she's done this before.  She knew all the
tricks.  Suddenly Daddy yanked her away by the hair and drew his cock from
her mouth.  Confusion filled her eyes as she looked up at him.  No one had
ever pulled out of her mouth before she satisfied them and she didn't know
what to do.  Daddy was breathing hard, looking at her face; a colorful mess
from the tear streaked make-up, thinking that she really does look like a
cheap whore.  And Daddy knew what to do with a cheap whore, since he had
been married to one.  He still gripped her hair and turned her towards the
bed, pushing her face down onto it.  Her legs splayed before him, her feet
not quite touching the floor.  Daddy stood between her legs, and ran his
hands up and down the surface of the stockings.  Pushing her legs wide
open, Daddy moved closer to her, rubbing his cock along the crack of her
ass, rubbing it down over her pussy as his hands explored her, feeling her
wetness.  There was no more waiting for Daddy, he had to fuck her, had to
put his cock inside this slut.  His cock throbbed with need, as he found
her opening, and began at first just to nudge it.  Slipping the spongy head
of his cock into her, feeling the tightness, the squeeze of her young cunt
around him sent him into a new found lust.  He was barely aware of her
begging Daddy not to do it, telling Daddy she never had it before.  Daddy
laughed, wondering why she thought she could continue the farce.  Maybe she
meant she never had a MAN before, only having had boys.  Imagining them
fumbling in the dark with her, spearing her with young inexperienced dicks.
Now she was going to have a man, a real man fucking her.  Daddy started to
shove his cock deeper, forcing her cunt to open for him as she tried to
move up the bed, away from him.  Daddy reached up and grabbed onto her
shoulders and held her in place.  Daddy pulled his hips back until just the
cock-head was in her and drove his cock deep inside her, becoming light
headed at the tight pressure clamping down on his cock.  It hurt and felt
good at the same time.  Vaguely he heard his daughter loudly groan. 
Finally the pressure eased up and Daddy was able to thrust in and out of
her, her cunt like a velvet glove stroking him.  Daddy had no reason to
hold back any more and knew he was going to spray the inside of his slut
daughter's cunt with his own sperm.  Daddy's moans and grunts became louder
as he pushed himself deep into his girl, pulling her back onto him,
grinding against her cervix as he shot a long overdue cumload inside her.
   After a few minutes he eased out of her and pulled his pants up. 
Sitting on the bed next to her, Daddy pulled her up to a sitting position.
She was crying quietly, trembling and unable to look at him, as she
whispered repeatedly how sorry she was.  Daddy put his arm around her while
he explained that if she was going to be a slut like her mother, she should
expect to be treated like one.  Daddy's words only seemed to increase the
girl's sobs.  Daddy wasn't sure just what had her so upset.  Forlornly she
looked up at her Daddy, so sorry he hadn't believed her, and softly told
Daddy that she really HAD been a virgin.  Hiccuping and sniffling she
explained that she had been sucking boy's cocks, but that was how she was
able to remain a virgin.  Biting her lip she told Daddy that it still kind
of hurt down there now too.
   Daddy sat next to her in stunned silence, as it slowly dawned on him
that she was telling him the truth.  Her cunt had been so tight on him, so,
virginal....
   Daddy took his daughters cherry.  There was now no denying it.  And he
knew he should have felt some shame, but instead he felt the stirrings of
arousal.  Daddy held her tight and told her it was going to be ok, and
suggested he help her get cleaned up, then they could talk about what
happened.
   Kneeling in front of the bed, Daddy pulled off her shoes, unrolled her
stockings and pulled them off her legs, caressing her lightly as he did. 
Taking her by the hands he pulled her up and held her to him then gently
moved her towards the bathroom.  Daddy turned on the water for the shower
and proceeded to take his own clothes off.  The girl stared at the floor,
embarrassed by his casual nudity, in spite of what they had just done. 
Checking the water temperature, he then helped her into the shower,
following her in.  First Daddy scrubbed her hair, then soaped up a
washcloth and began scrubbing the make-up off her face.  Bit by bit the
slut disappeared and his little girl began to appear.  His hands continued
down her body, soaping her small, firm breasts, noting how her nipples were
responding to his touch.  Rinsing off the soap Daddy leaned down and gently
took a nipple into his mouth, sucking softly on it.  Daddy was satisfied to
hear a soft gasp of pleasure coming from his daughter.  Releasing her sweet
nipple Daddy continued washing her, thoroughly but lovingly.  Between her
legs, he could feel the soft down of her public hair, a triangle above the
lips, with little hair elsewhere.  Abandoning the washcloth Daddy used his
hands to soap her thoroughly, letting his slippery fingers delve between
her smooth lips.  She flinched when his finger found her opening, still raw
and sore from his earlier thrusting.  He had her turn with her back to him,
water cascading down as he soaped her, rubbed her, enjoyed the flawless
skin of her back.  Her buttocks perfectly round and firm as he washed them,
careful of the welts that still showed, kissing each one of them, then
traced his finger along the crack, leaning down and letting his tongue
follow his finger.  He thought he felt her push back ever so slightly, as
Daddy kissed her right buttock.
   Daddy stood, having her facing him and began to wash himself.  Watching
her watch him, reaching out and taking her hand to rub soap on it.  Then he
guided it to his cock, still partially erect, and showed her how to stroke
him.  Daddy sighed and rocked his hips slightly to her ministrations. 
Finally Daddy pulled back from her and stood under the water to rinse off.
Getting out of the shower he wrapped a towel around her, then himself and
led her back into the bedroom.  Looking at her in the full light of the
room, there was his little girl.  Looking very vulnerable, very pretty,
with traces of teen awkwardness.  Gone was the tougher, older look she had
taken on for her date.  Earlier he fucked her in anger and frustration. 
Now he wanted to show his little girl how special she was, and how much he
loved her.  Show her what it should really be all about.
   And it was all about love, not lust.  Daddy laid her back on his bed,
and marveled at her sweetness.  Leaning over her he kissed her lips,
tenderly licking her lips before probing between them with his tongue as
his hand started to explore her young body.  Her own tongue began to spar
with Daddy's, and he could feel her body begin to press up against his. 
Moving his head back down to her breasts again, Daddy tasted her and
enjoyed her, sucking and pulling gently on each nipple as his hand reached
between her legs rubbing the palm of it against her mound.  She moaned. 
Gliding his tongue down her body, caressing her navel, making her giggle
the slightest bit, and making Daddy smile.  Daddy moved between her legs,
his hands pressing against her inner thighs, making her understand what
Daddy wanted.  Without hesitation, she opened her legs for Daddy.  Inhaling
her fresh clean scent, Daddy could feel his cock twitch, as he flicked his
tongue to her pussy, teasing the outer lips at first.  Rubbing his tongue
up and down, very lightly, switching to each inner thigh briefly,
teasingly, making his little girl sigh and squirm.  Not willing to wait
anymore Daddy pressed his mouth against her pussy and pushed his tongue
between her lips and began to stroke and probe, his hands sliding under her
warm bottom, pushing her up against his face.  Daddy found her hard little
nub between the folds of her lips and pushed it back and forth, swirling
his tongue around it, over it.  The little girl began to buck and squeal at
the experience, moaning for her Daddy.  His tongue dipped down to her
opening, feeling the wetness growing there, brushing his tongue around it,
and trying to sooth the soreness he had inadvertently created.  Daddy poked
the tip in and out of her opening, savoring her taste.  Finally Daddy
opened his mouth wide and placed it against her whole pussy and danced his
tongue up and down her slit, gripping her bottom tighter as she squirmed
harder, moaning louder for her Daddy.  He heard her panting and gasping,
and he knew his girl was going to cum all over his tongue, and quickened
his pace, relentlessly driving it against her flesh, rocking her into an
intense orgasm.  As her whimpering began to subside, Daddy snaked his
tongue to her opening once more to lick up all her girl juices.  Rising
from between her legs, Daddy lay beside her and held her close to him,
nuzzling her face in her hair, wrapping his leg around one of hers, his
hard cock resting against her hip.
   She lay there catching her breath; amazed at the feeling she had just
experienced.  No boy had ever made her feel that way.  Admittedly, no boy
had so much as worried about her having an orgasm.  While she did
masturbate she could never duplicate what Daddy did to her, and she knew
she would want more of that.  Aware of the intense pleasure Daddy just gave
her, she wanted to be able to do the same to Daddy, and she reached down
and encircled his cock with her hand.  Daddy moaned into her hair, his hand
finding it's way to her breast as the girl began to stroke Daddy's hard
cock.  Easing herself out from under Daddy's arm and leg, she knelt over
his leg, her hair obscuring the view of her face, as she took his hard cock
into her mouth again.  A hand wrapped around the base of it, the other hand
beginning to gently stroke his balls as her mouth closed over the head and
she began to suck on the smooth knob.  Softly Daddy started telling her how
to please him, telling her to rub her tongue along the slit in his cock,
which made Daddy moan.  Eagerly she began to explore Daddy's cock with her
lips and her tongue, as her hand squeezed the base of it.  She could feel
herself getting excited over pleasuring her Daddy.  Daddy's hand began to
softly stroke her back and her hair, his hand brushing against her cheek as
he pulled her hair back out of the way watching his daughter hungrily take
in his cock.
   Daddy watched his new young lover enthusiastically pleasure his cock. 
Quickly Daddy could feel his excitement mounting.  He encouraged his baby,
letting her know how good it felt, what a wonderful girl she was being for
him.  Watching his own daughters hot mouth sliding up and down his cock was
more then he could take as he thrust upwards into her mouth, groaning to
her that Daddy was going to shoot his cum into her mouth.  Daddy expected
her to move away, but was rewarded instead by a more vigorous sucking. 
Grunting as he thrust his cock into her he felt the sweet joy of release
deep in his balls as his baby milked them, the cum coursing through his
cock, squirting into the welcoming mouth of his baby girl.  His hand slid
down along her cheek, feeling her mouth working to take it all in, her
throat, soft under his fingers, swallowing her Daddy's cum .  Moments after
he last drop of cum was sucked from him, she continued to mouth his
softening cock, making the sheer pleasure of having her mouth on him
continue.
   Finally she let his soft cock fall from her lips and crawled back up
against Daddy, burying her face in his neck, curling her body around his.
He kissed on the top of her head and reassured her of his love.  She
murmured her love for him as they each drifted easily off to sleep.  Spent
and satisfied for the moment, Two lovers intertwined.
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