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A daughter on a mission, from the tender age of twelve
the little pixie has had nothing but her single dad on
her mind, until one day, on her 14th birthday she
seduces the poor horny man. (M/f-teen, ped, reluc, inc)
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My bedroom is directly across the hall from our
bathroom; and there is a small gap around one side
where the bathroom door doesn''t fit tightly.
doing homework when I saw daddy go into the bathroom
with a magazine in his hand. At first; I didn''t think
anything of it... he did that a lot. "Going to the
Library" he would say. But this time I noticed that he
was carrying a Playboy magazine! And; even at 12 years
old, I knew what Playboy was. But I (at that time)
didn''t know what kind of fascination that type of book
held for men.
I went on working on my homework for a little while
until my eyes caught some sort of "quick" movement in
the bathroom. So; I moved to where I could see through
the gap in the door a little better. What I saw then
totally amazed and surprised me!
My Dad was sitting on the stool looking at the magazine
and had his "thing" in his hand stroking it up and
down. Now; I had never seen a man''s thing before. Oh; I
knew about them from S.e.x Ed at school... and I even
knew what an "erection" was. But I wasn''t prepared for
how BIG it got during an erection. And daddy had AN
that to him? I wondered.
At any rate; his movements increased in speed and
intensity and his breathing seemed to be labored an
short. After a while; he tensed all of a sudden and
then squirted some white, creamy stuff into the bowl.
Then; he seemed to instantly become very calm and
proceed to fasten his pants, roll up the magazine and
left the bathroom. I almost broke my finger opening one
of my school books so quickly. I felt that it wouldn''t
I was watching!
Mom had left us unexpectedly when I was 10; and I never
understood why. Daddy wouldn''t talk much about it;
except to refer to her as a "Two-Timing Bitch!"
whatever that means. So I had sort of gotten used to it
just being me and dad, in fact I kind of liked it that
way. About all I remember of Mom was a hard, grouchy
woman who complained a lot. There were times I sort of
missed having a woman around, like when I started
that. Anyway; with the help of daddy''s sister, Aunt
Brenda, I managed to get through those times.
In the next year and a half or so; I began to pay much
more attention to Daddy''s frequent trips to the
"Library". I noticed one night while watching that I
was wet down there. I had awakened from my sleep with
the same problem a few times and it felt funny. At
first; I thought something was wrong with me; but Aunt
Brenda explained that I was just "becoming a woman."
"there" and sort of instinctually started stroking
myself. IT FELT REALLY GOOD! After a little bit of
THAT; I thought I was going to pass out! I must have
had an o.r.g.a.s.m; ''cause I let out a yelp or something.
Daddy yelled out from the bathroom, "Honey are you
okay?"
"Yeah, I''m fine, daddy," I replied and proceeded to
make some sort of excuse about sticking myself with a
pin or something. If he only knew how "fine" I was... I
had never felt anything so wonderful IN MY LIFE!
Not long after that, I came home from the mall one
Saturday and Daddy was just coming out of the bathroom
with a Playboy in his hand. I pretended at first not to
notice the magazine; but Daddy was having trouble
rolling the book up where I couldn''t see the cover. It
seemed the harder he tried; the clumsier he got... and
the harder I tried to pretend I didn''t see; the more my
eyes went straight to the magazine.
Then all of a sudden, someone''s voice said, "It''s okay,
Daddy, I know about the Playboy stuff." OH CRAP! Was it
me saying that!
Daddy simply said, "Oh," and then he went into his
bedroom. When he came out he no longer had the
magazine; but he did have sort of an embarrassed look
on his face.
"Daddy, what do men like about books and stuff like
that; with n.a.k.e.d women in them?" I blurted out.
"Why do you ask such a thing?" Daddy almost spit out
the words.
"Because I see you with your Playboys, but you never
read them in here in the living room or any thing; so I
just wondered," I said, hoping that my answer made some
sort of sense.
"Well, honey, it''s sort of a private ''man'' thing." he
said. It''s exciting for a man to see woman with little
or no clothing on."
"Well; I''m a young woman now. Does it excite you to see
me like that?"
"MISTY!!!" he almost screamed at me.
"Dad, please don''t be mad at me... I just want to
know!" I almost begged.
He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close
to him. "No honey, its different between fathers and
daughters. Daughters aren''t supposed to excite their
fathers."
"Why?" I pressed.
"Bcause they''re just not," he flatly stated. That
pretty much ended the conversation.
But it didn''t end for me in my head. Okay; call me
weird or whatever, but I made up my mind right then
that I would prove Daddy wrong. I started wearing less
and less around the house. I would come out of the
bathroom wearing nothing but a towel; and even let it
slip down almost off my b.r.e.a.s.ts a time or two. But
Daddy didn''t seem to notice! Damn It!
One time when he was in the bathroom shaving, I left
the door to my room open a little and stripped down to
my bra and p.a.n.t.i.e.s and then pretended to be looking for
an outfit to wear. Finally Daddy noticed! At least; I
saw his head turn toward my room several times, he even
nicked himself with his razor once. Even though I hoped
he wasn''t hurt; I sort of giggled inside.
Since there are no pictures yet; I will try to
objectively describe myself for those of you who are
wondering. I''m about 5 feet 4 inches tall with fairly
long legs. I have long flowing blonde hair and green
eyes. At last count I weighed 105 pounds. I keep a good
tan, thanks in part to the above-ground pool daddy had
installed a few years ago. My measurements are 34-
a/22/35. I know; not much in the c.h.e.s.t department, but
they are firm and cone-shaped with rose-pink n.i.p.p.l.es
that turn up just a little at the ends.
For my 14th birthday; Daddy let me invite some friends
over. He let us play our music, dance, and just
generally be teenagers. He even ordered a big pink and
white cake that said "Happy Birthday, Misty" on it. We
all had a great time; and when everyone had left, I
just sat on my bed feeling older and more m.a.t.u.r.e
somehow.
During the party; Daddy had discreetly made himself
invisible; which I thought was nice. Even though I
think my Dad is cool, I know how other teens think of
a.d.u.l.ts; so I went out to the living room to tell Daddy
thanks. He was sitting in his recliner having his
favorite drink:
Jack Daniels and Coke. I walked over and sat down on
the arm of his chair, put my arms around his neck,
kissed his cheek and said, "You''re a pretty wonderful
Father, Daddy... I love you so much."
He hugged me closer and almost whispered, "I love you,
too honey. Happy Birthday."
"Can I taste that?" I asked, pointing to his drink.
"I suppose it wouldn''t hurt. After all; you''re all
grown up now." He grinned.
At first it was tart, but mellowed with the sweetness
of the Coke. I really liked it and asked, "Make me one
daddy, PLEASE!?"
"Are you sure honey? This stuff is pretty strong." He
tried not to sound concerned.
"Just one, daddy, PLEASE?!"
"Okay, I suppose one won''t hurt. I need another one
anyway."
He went into the den and made himself another and made
one for me. I sort of suspect that mine probably wasn''t
as strong as his, but it still tasted great. We sat and
watched TV and had our drinks slowly and quietly. After
a while I started to feel calm and warm all over. I
realized that even this weak drink was having an effect
on me.
"I think I''ll take a shower and get ready for bed," I
said; trying not to wobble as I got out of my chair and
floated to my bedroom. I stripped down to nothing and
looked at myself in the mirror; trying to see if I was
older or more of a woman now. Standing there n.a.k.e.d and
knowing Daddy was just one thin wall away, I started to
get damp in my crotch area. For just a split second;
I almost walked out into the living room and announced,
"Here, daddy, I''m all yours!" But I didn''t. I wrapped
myself in large towel and went into the bathroom. The
warm water running on me didn''t help get rid of those
feelings I was having, either. I couldn''t help but
linger a little in a few places as I washed myself. My
n.i.p.p.l.es almost hurt; they were so tender and swollen.
"What does it feel like for a man to kiss those?" I
wondered.
I''m not sure at what point during all this that I made
up my mind to seduce my father that night; but it
seemed like the only logical conclusion to this already
strange evening. I dried my hair, wrapped a clean,
fluffy towel around me and walked out into the living
room. Judging from the amount of liquid in Daddy''s
glass; I determined that he must be on at least his
third drink.
"Jus ''bout ready for bed, hon?" he almost slurred.
"Yep" I answered saucily; trying to sound more sober
than I was feeling right then. The Jack Daniels was
definitely working on me!
I still don''t know if I did it on purpose or it just
happened and I let it or what; but, as I bent over to
kiss Daddy, the towel I was wearing came loose and fell
to the floor. For just a split second; I started to
reach down and pick it up and cover myself; but I
didn''t. Instead, I turned and sat on the arm of my very
surprised daddy''s chair and hugged him.
"Hon...hon...honey; don''t you think you should cover
up?" he asked; but he didn''t sound like he really knew
if he wanted me to or not.
"Daddy, it doesn''t matter. You''ve seen me n.a.k.e.d before;
so what''s the difference?"
"The difference is that right now I''m a little drunk
and your are a young woman and looking really good and
it''s been a really long time for me." he rambled.
I almost got tickled at how un-confused he was trying
to sound. I hugged him tighter as I noticed a large
bulge in his cut-offs. Then I placed his hand on my
right b.r.e.a.s.t. He jerked it away as though my b.r.e.a.s.t was
red-hot. (Which I felt it WAS!)
"Honey, please don''t do this... pleeese." He sounded
sort of pitiful.
"It''s alright, daddy, I want this and so do you." I
said; trying to sound grown-up and calm with what was
happening. I reached down and put my hand on the bulge
in daddy''s shorts and he m.o.a.n.e.d like a man in some sort
of pain.
"Hon...this ain''t right... you know it''s not right."
"Daddy, it'' right if I want it. I''m the only woman in
your life since Mom left and I really love you and I
really want to help you feel better." I tried not to
ramble on senselessly; but he had started tracing
little circles around my n.i.p.p.l.e with his finger and I
was being amazed at the feeling of his "thing" under my
hand. I suddenly became brave and undid the top of
daddy''s cut-offs and unzipped them. His organ almost
LEAPED out. "MY GOD; IT''S BEAUTIFUL!!" I remember
thinking.
"Misty, Misty, Misty...Oh god...Shit"
Daddy reached between my legs and touched me and I
thought I would LEAVE THIS WORLD. As good as it had
felt the times when I touched myself there; I wasn''t
EVEN prepared for what daddy''s finger felt like as it
went into the opening of my p.u.s.s.y. I''m not sure if I
screamed or whimpered or cried or what... but I knew at
that moment that this was something I was going like a
lot more of.
Almost in a haze, I felt daddy pick me up and carry me
into his bedroom. As he laid me down on his huge, king-
size bed, he had the most tender look on his face as he
asked me; "Honey, are you sure about this?"
"Yes Daddy; I''m VERY sure." I replied. I admit I was a
little scared, but I knew I was going to be okay. Daddy
kissed me in a way that he never had before. One boy at
school had tried to "french" kiss me, but I don''t think
he knew what the heck he was doing. With Daddy, it was
HEAVEN!! I remember the feel of his beard stubble on my
face; he feel of his hands on my shoulders as he held
me closer and closer.
And his rock-hard thing pressing into the flesh of my
right t.h.i.g.h. And the hair on his c.h.e.s.t against my
b.r.e.a.s.ts. All of these things going on at once was just
about too much for me to stand. I never felt so GOOD in
my life!!
"Have you ever had...had...you know... well... s.e.x;
before, Hon?" Daddy asked
"No, never, Daddy...please be my first... will you;
please, daddy?!''
"Well, hon, it''s not exactly right; but I don''t think I
could stop if I anted to now." There was almost a
desperate tone to his voice.
Daddy rolled me onto my back, and I think I
instinctually spread my legs. Strange; but I don''t
remember ever thinking of my daddy as "handsome"; but
at that moment when he positioned himself above my nude
body on his bed, I thought he was the most beautiful
person I had ever seen.
"This may hurt a little at first." he said with concern
in his voice.
"It''s okay; Daddy, it''s okay."
He lowered himself gently onto me, kissed me, and then
I felt the end of his thing going into me. As it
swelled inside me, I almost cried from pure joy. Then;
as it broke through my h.y.m.e.n, there was as spit-second
of pain. But not unpleasant pain. Sort of like a pin
prick. The extreme p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of feeling this thing
inside me far outdid any pain I could have felt. As
Daddy pushed further and further into me; I remember
thinking that that I couldn''t possibly feel any better
than I was feeling righty then. But with each inch,
came a bigger, deeper wave of ecstasy. Then came the
ultimate!!!
Daddy started ever-so-slowly withdrawing and
reinserting his thing (which I know now is called his
"d.i.c.k") in and out of me. Wave after wave of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e
swept over me; and daddy''s breathing was becoming more
and more labored. His d.i.c.k was going in and out of me
at a furious pace. I may have been m.o.a.ning or screaming
or whatever... I''m not sure at this point. I just know
that I WAS IN PURE HEAVEN!!!
As I felt the torrents of o.r.g.a.s.m wash over me, all of a
sudden daddy''s body tensed, jerked and he quickly
pulled all the way out of me. "Got to catch it so I
don''t get you pregnant." He said almost apologetically.
Right at that moment I wouldn''t have cared if he had
planted a LITTER in me. But I knew he was right to pull
it out; even though I felt as though I was parting with
an old friend.
Afterwards, we lay in each others arms and c.a.r.e.s.sed and
kissed. I don''t think it''s possible to feel more love
for someone than I felt for my Daddy at that moment. We
have a drink or two ever now and then and we always
wind up having s.e.x. If I could I would have it every
day...all day! I may change my mind later, but for now
I just want s.e.x with my wonderful father. He is so
sweet and I love him so much!
The other night during one of our sessions, Daddy began
kissing my lower stomach and t.h.i.g.hs. WOW!! This was a
whole new set of feelings!! He promised me then that
next time he will teach me about oral s.e.x.
I CAN''T WAIT!