4 comments/ 84725 views/ 28 favorites Daddy It's Too Much! By: tigerinthenight "Daddy! Stop! P-please-huh, huh, I ca-huh, huh-can't! It's too much!" Lisa panted loudly, shaking her head, platinum blonde strands flailing about her shoulders. Stopping, he looked down, seeing the shiny beads of sweat glistening on her naked back. For a moment, the breath caught in his throat, his eyes drinking in every inch of her pale porcelain smoothness. Wing like, her delicate shoulder blades shifted under her skin; which was so soft, so translucent, he could see the small individual bumps of the vertebrae, a sleek S curve writhing as her back shimmied. Flaring out from her tiny waist, her haunches were firm and smooth, the round soft globes still trembling deliciously. His fingertip reached down, tracing the delicate curve of her spine... down... down... Her whole body quivered like a live wire at his touch, sending shocks up his finger, up his arms, jolting his chest. Unable to push all the way in, he pulled all the way out with a WET PLOP; pausing for a moment- She inhaled, exhaled, a deep shuddering sigh at the release of the pressure. -he held himself, directing it slightly downward, rubbing the tip teasingly against the soft wiry fuzz. Barely touching... lightly... softly, like a feather instead of flesh. She whimpered softly, pressing back against him. "Turn around sweetheart," he said. Remaining on her knees, she turned to face him. She gasped, taking in the thick, pulsing redness of him. The sudden scent of him; his maleness, his musk, is overwhelming, flaring her nostrils. She slowly licked her lips, hypnotically drawn to the glistening red bulb throbbing right in her face. Tentatively, her tongue flicked forward, touching the tip... back... forward again... the moist point of the tongue flicking at the throbbing tip. "UHHH," he grunted, fingers raking through her hair, gently gripping her scalp. Closing his eyes, he threw his head back, a sudden roaring filling his ears as silky softness enveloped the red bulb. Her mouth gaped open, moist lips softly sheathing him just over the tip, the fleshy throbbing bulb tasting heavenly on her swirling tongue; touching, teasing, tracing the groove ringing round just under the tip. "AH GAAAWD!" He jerked, all semblance of control gone, her tongue darting, tiny electric tingles, nipping here and there, the point of her tongue fitting into the sensitive groove-GAAAWDD, pain and pleasure, sending agonizing shock waves along the length, hands gripping her temples, thrusting forward, faster, faster-faster-pulls out— "No daddy, I want to taste it, all of it!" Her hand quickly gripped him, tugging, her mouth devouring him. —EXPLODED, thrust-thrust-thrusting— She gulped, sucking, slurping, swallowing spasmodically. —until there's nothing left, as if all life, all will, every single drop had been drained from him. Collapsing on his back, he threw an arm over his eyes, his breath a harsh gasping that eventually slowed to silence. Feeling tendrils of soft silk grazing his chest, he opened his eyes, seeing her face lying contentedly on his chest; his fingers fondly stroked through the platinum blonde strands. Two shimmering blue pools gazed up at him, intense in their adoration. Her palm traced the straight line of his jaw, the sandpaper of the five o'clock shadow rasping against her soft fingers. His grey eyes, normally hard as steel, soften, opening, welcoming her gaze. His brow is smooth, nose straight and firm, cheekbones even straighter. Wavy wheat strands, slightly darker than her platinum tresses, brush back from his forehead. Ohh—his face is so strong, so chiseled, like the clean, flawless, lines of a Greek statue, she thinks. "Sweetheart... I'm sorry if I... if I hurt you earlier... I didn't mean to..." His voice is gentle. "It doesn't matter. I love you daddy, I'd do anything for you, whether it hurt or not." Watching her beautiful, open guileless face stare back at him, the eyes so sincere, so trusting in her all encompassing love for him, he felt a sudden choking in his throat. Turning away, something welled up inside his chest, his hands brushing at the moist corners of his eyes. A soft hand gently touched his shoulder. "Are you alright daddy?" "Oh my darling... my sweetness, my soul... my heart would burst with the honor you bring it." Hugging her tightly, he showered her lovely face with tender kisses. "Alright princess, get cleaned up and dressed before your mother gets home." "She's not my mother!" Leaning away from him, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Your stepmother then." Rising from bed, he started to gather his jumbled clothing from the floor. Watching him; the sleek pale ivory lines of his body, his legs like sculpted tree trunks, his haunches solid slabs of smooth marble flesh, the straight and circles dangling thickly between his legs like a that of a great bull as he bent over to retrieve his pants, the muscles in his back bunching; her tongue flicked out, unconsciously licking around her lips. "Daddy, come back to bed... we still have time," she said hoarsely. "Darling, we'll always have time, but not now, I have work to do, and your mo-stepmother will be back any minute now." "She's not my stepmother; she's not any kind of mother!" Walking back, he sat on the bed, gently cupping her chin in his hand, watching her eyes, which were soft shimmering pools only a moment ago and now have abruptly frozen into shards of blue ice. "I know you miss her... I miss her too..." "Who?" "Mom..." "Oh daddy, I miss her so much!" Her lower lip quivered. "Why did she have to take that flight?" Her arms gripped him, squeezing his neck tight. "She was an amazing woman, there will never be another like her," he said softly, soothing her hair with one hand while gently patting her back with the other. "What about me?" She pulled back, staring at him. "You're amazing too." "No silly, I meant like mom, don't I look like her?" Sighing deeply, he said, "You're uniquely beautiful darling, in your own way." Tenderly, his lips brushed her forehead. SMACK! She yelped, her backside shying away from the stinging slap of his palm. "Daddy!" "Now move your butt and get cleaned up before I really lose my temper and put you over my knee." Turning around, he finished dressing, tucking in his shirt and tightening his belt. "You can't spank me daddy, I'm too old, I'm eighteen." "I don't care if you're eighteen or eighty, if you act like a brat, you'll be treated like one." With a last, longing glance at him, she gathered her clothes and flounced out of the room. Daddy It's Too Much! Ch. 02 Author's note: All characters are 18 years of age or older. A big thank you to Julie for taking the time to message; I'm glad you liked it. _________________________________________________ In a tent, camping at the lake: She leaned down between his legs, putting her face close. Tentatively, she reached out, her fingers gently grasping just under the red bulbous head. "Oohh daddy... your thing--" "My what?" "Your thing, its soo beautiful." She sighed, softly stroking her fingers along the length which began to slowly stiffen. "Ohh!" She stared, her eyes rounding. "My cock you mean." "Daddy!" She blushed. "Well young lady, if you can touch it, you can name it." He pried her fingers away, holding onto her hand. "Daddy! Please!" She tried to reach for him again. "No, not until you name it." He held her hand back. "Your co-cock." She turned beet red. "My what?" He released her hand. "Your cock," she sighed, licking her lips in contentment as her thumb rubbed the engorged red bulb which felt silky smooth against the soft pad of her thumb, pulsing and jumping slowly between her fingers, the small slit opening and closing, seeming to gasp for air. "Ooohhh." He moaned softly, tilting his head back as his eyes fluttered. The ground lurched beneath him, nothing in his world now except the soft silky stem of her fingers wrapped around his length like a living fleshy velvet glove. She held it closer, bringing it right to her lips, eyes tracing every throbbing detail. "It's so beautiful... so silky smooth... ohh," she moaned, as the red bulb suddenly lurched between forefinger and thumb, a dew drop slowly dripping from the small slit. "Ohh baby! Aahhh god!" He jerked, feeling the tip of her finger gently probing, stroking the sensitive groove just under the red bulbous tip. Later that week, when they're back home: "Morning daddy." "Morning sweetheart." He turned to face her, his robe falling open. "Daddy!" She turned away, hand shielding the side of her face. Surprised, he walked over to where she sat at the kitchen table, dangling right in her face. "What's the matter honey?" "Daddy!" She shook her head, scrunching her eyes shut. "It's early! You're in the kitchen!" "So?" "So it's weird! Walking around the house half naked for no reason at all, it's kinda gross." Her eyes remained closed, face still averted. "That's not what you said at the lake." He inched even closer, the fleshy length practically touching her cheek now. She gulped, a prickling at her cheek, feeling the fleshy throbbing length hovering right there. Goddd—the smell of him was overpowering, the raw raunchy scent suddenly there, all pervasive, tickling her nose, making her dizzy. "Th-that was different," she choked out, "we were in bed together, we're not now..." "Oh I see, it's the bed that makes it alright." "I—OOHH!" She jumped, almost overturning the chair, as her cheek burned, the bulbous red tip rubbing a silky soft scorching trail along the length of her cheek. "Daddy!" Her eyes scrunched even tighter, even as her tongue lolled out taking in huge gulps of air as she panted. He shifted closer, holding himself with one hand, laying the length of his swollen member flat against the side of her face and slowly... languidly... he tilted forward ever so slightly... then back... "Ooooh daddy," she moaned, sitting absolutely still now as the hugely swollen silky smooth marble length lay against her cheek like a throbbing fleshy ruler, sliding up and down, scraping against her downy cheek, hardness against softness. Looking down, he could see the red glistening bulb shifting up... down... up... down... against her temple, the tendrils of her platinum blonde hair tickling exquisitely against the sensitive tip. Falling... falling... she sank into pure sensation, his raw pungent smell in her nostrils, his thick swollen slab sliding against her soft cheek, rasping flesh against her flesh, roaring in her ears, hammering in her heart, stars bursting behind eyelids, squeezed tight—Ohh, a sudden wetness between her thighs, her fingers diving down, frantic, frenzied, seeking, searching, touching, caressing—Ahhh yesss—shivering, shuddering, slippery wet hot fleshy folds opening, quivering, quavering—Oh Ohhuhhaa Aaah—touching tingly tender little knob throbbing, fingers flicking, flicking, FLICKIIINNNGGG-OOOOHHH, pleasure cresting, crying out, cloudy soft, enveloped by cocooning cloud of warmth everywhere... Lightning quick, his arm shot out, gently cradling her head as it fell back, hair a blonde silky flag draping over his arm, her eyelids fluttering, breathy sighs between puffy lips, small soft hand still wedged between her thighs, under the waistband of her sweatpants. She melted, body boneless, going to jelly in daddy's strong arms. Burying her face in the crook of his neck as he scooped her up, her eyelids drooped, warm fuzzy languid lazy contentment flowing through her body like liquid morphine, feeling afloat in a soft swaying tide drifting to and fro, gently rocking and rolling in his arms as he walked toward the bedroom.