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Soothing My Daddy Ch. 01

By: Ahabscribe



Here's part one of what I think is a sweet, happy two part tale...part two will be along in a few days. I don't do many Daddy/Daughter tales, but I hope you enjoy this one. Please let me know what you think - be it negative or positive. Quality feedback is always helpful!

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within are only figments of my imagination! Enjoy! 

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I'd been studying for the big Chemistry test for the better part of two hours. It was past midnight and I guess I had been dozing for a while when I was jerked awake from noise from my parents' bedroom which was across the hallway from mine. I could hear Mama's voice, shrill and angry as it always seemed to be lately, intermittingly -- "Keep...awake. Get up...walk it...so I can get some sleep."

I heard the old wood floor creaking and then my parents' bedroom door open and close and then the familiar footsteps of my father descending the stairs. I rubbed my eyes and sighed. Daddy was hurting again. My heart ached for him. The last several months had seen him inflicted with leg pains -- night cramps that kept him up and often walking the floor at all hours. Daddy was the floor supervisor at the local paper factory and he worked hard...always down on the lines with the men and not taking it easy behind a desk.

I pushed away from my desk and crept to my door and opened it slightly. In the quiet of the late night, I could hear Mama already snoring again and occasional grunts of pain from my father as he tried to walk off his misery. Mama wasn't too sympathetic, especially when the doctor had said it wasn't something too critical -- just night cramps common to men of Daddy's age. Mama tended to have a hard view on things, especially when they interfered with her sleep. It was becoming an old story that when Daddy got too restless in bed with his hurting legs, Mama would shoo him out of the room so she could sleep.

A louder groan came from downstairs and before I knew what I was doing, I was already hurrying down the stairs, my bare feet slapping along the smooth and worn wooden steps. I followed the groans through the narrow hallway of our old house and into the living room where Daddy was standing before the unlit fireplace, his head against the bricks as he flexed and worked his legs.

"Daddy? Are you okay?" 

My father's head came up and he looked at me, the pain evident in his eyes. "Hey, Pooh," Daddy replied, using the nickname he'd been calling me for as long as I could remember. My real name was Lillian, named after my maternal grandmother by Mama. Most people called me Lilly, but I liked it when Daddy called me Pooh. "I'm alright...just hurting a bit. Sorry if I woke you up."

I shook my head and came over to stand beside him, resting my hand on his shoulder. "No, I was studying, Daddy. I heard Mama...well, I heard you come down stairs. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Daddy shook his head and said, "No, honey. I just got to walk it out...let the muscles loosen on their own." He said it with a casual tone as if it was nothing, but I knew better. The last few months had been wearing on Daddy. There were dark circles under his blue eyes which were clouded with weariness and pain. His tall, lean frame which had always seemed so strong and formidable to me had become a little stooped lately.

"Daddy, are the doctors sure there's nothing else wrong with you...I mean, nothing really bad?"

My father winced a little before chuckling, putting on what I now knew was just his tough guy act, "Nothing, Pooh...I'm just getting old. Doctor Manning says it's just night cramps brought on from being on my feet so much and maybe stress or tension." He shrugged and said, "What can you do...just tough it out."

I couldn't help myself -- I just wrapped my arms as far as they would go around my father's waist and hugged him. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'd give anything to make you feel better."

I felt Daddy's body tense up as I pressed myself against him, pretty much as he'd done since I'd hit puberty and went from being his rough and tumble tomboy to suddenly becoming a young woman with all the accompanying curves. I squeezed a little tighter and then let him go, Daddy's face a little redder than before -- an almost guilty look on his face. Then another spasm of pain crossed his face and he grunted as he reached down to rub the top of his thigh.

Daddy was wearing an Atlanta Braves T-shirt and an oversized pair of white boxer shorts that had little Braves tomahawks all over them. They were a Christmas gift from me from the previous year. Daddy hated regular pajamas, but he liked these for sleeping in. I could see the muscles in Daddy's thighs knotting as they cramped. 

I reached out with one hand and placed it lightly on my father's chest and said, "Maybe if we massaged your legs, that would help. We do that sometimes on the track team...working Charlie-horses out."

Daddy laughed and said, "I don't know...it's late and you need to get to bed. Tomorrow's a school day." 

He seemed to be embarrassed by my offer, but I decided to insist. I grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the big overstuffed chair he always sat in while watching television. It was a well worn leather chair that we'd had for as long as I could remember and it had always been Daddy's chair. "No...I'm good, Daddy and I'm pretty good at this. We won't know unless we try!"

Daddy grunted with amusement at that. 'You won't know unless you try,' was one of his favorite sayings whenever me or my big sister Amelia had balked at doing something because we thought it was too difficult. With a resigned sigh, Daddy eased himself into the chair, wincing as his legs continued to cramp. I settled onto my knees between his legs which he had stretched out till they were almost straight -- the muscles of his calves and thighs bulging with knots.

"Just try and relax, Daddy...take deep breaths...breathe!" I urged him as I began kneading his left calf, working my fingers hard against the tight, oxygen starved tissue.

Daddy gave a little yelp as I put a lot of pressure on his legs, working on those knots. I'm not very big, but since I was twelve, I've worked part-time at Allen's Bakery downtown, kneading dough and working in their kitchen and anyone that knew me knew I had a strong grip. "Relax, Daddy," I repeated softly as I worked my way up from his calf to his thigh, my fingers squeezing and massaging his thigh muscles -- loosening them up. I stared up into his face and gave him a little smile, happy that I could maybe do anything for the man I admired most in the world.

To say I was a 'Daddy's girl,' was a bit of an understatement. I was the youngest child in the family. Mama and Daddy had had Amelia when they were both twenty-five, scarcely a year after they had been married. I'd been a bit of a shock when Mama became pregnant with me when they were thirty-seven. After eighteen years, I still think Mama hasn't forgiven me for showing up as late as I did We had never been close -- not like I knew she was with Amelia who she had always doted on. Even after Amelia got married when I was seven and left home for Atlanta, Mama's attentions were always turned towards my big sister.

Daddy, on the other hand, made it clear from my earliest memories on that I was the apple of his eye. I could do no wrong and he was never too tired or busy to pay me attention. He took me fishing, taught me to hunt, taught me to drive and almost every night throughout my childhood, would read me to sleep...usually something from my Winnie the Pooh books which I adored and from where he bestowed me with his pet name for me...Pooh. With the onset of young womanhood, Daddy had grown a little more distant, but he was still my champion...my hero...always ready to defend me when the usual battles between Mama and me, required it. He wasn't permissive, but he was fair and had long recognized that while Mama loved me...there was a little bit of a disconnect there.

I switched legs...now attending to Daddy's right leg, massaging the tight muscles as I carefully studied his face for signs of relief. "I love you, Daddy!" I said softly as I worked my fingers around his right thigh, rubbing and massaging the knots until my fingers ached.

Daddy, who'd had his eyes closed, opened them and looked back down at me between his legs, not saying anything for a long time as we gazed into each other's eyes. Finally, almost too soft to hear, Daddy replied, "I love you too, Pooh."

"Is it helping, Daddy? Are your cramps easing up any at all?"

Again, my father took his time in answering as if he was having trouble focusing. Finally, in a husky voice, Daddy said, "Yeah, Pooh...it...I'm feeling better!"

I broke eye contact with Daddy to look down and confirm that his muscles were relaxing, looking down just in time to see movement in his shorts and I stifled a gasp as I recognized the signs as a lump snaked its way down Daddy's right leg beneath his shorts.

I felt my own face burning as I processed the information that scant inches from my kneading fingers, my father was popping wood...that my beloved Daddy had a growing erection! I continued to work on his leg as my brain tried to process what was happening. I knew I wasn't imagining things. I'd wrestled and fooled around with my boyfriends enough times to recognize the signs of a growing cock when I saw it!

I tried to fumble for an answer that didn't sound stupid, but Daddy rescued me when he reached down and ran his fingers through my black, curly hair and said, "I think I can...sleep now, Pooh. I reckon its time we both got to bed." He finished his movement through my hair and dropped his hand over the bulge in his shorts in a mostly vain effort to hide his hard-on. 

I continued to massage his thigh, watching as his covered penis continued to grow until it was just an inch or two from my kneading fingers. Finally, I nodded dumbly, brushing my black, curly locks out of my eyes and climbed to my feet. Daddy smiled wanly at me, his embarrassment etched clearly on his face. 

In a slightly strained voice that was barely above a whisper, I managed to get out, "Well, good night, Daddy!" and turned and hurried out of the living room, suddenly aware that I was wearing pajama shorts that molded quite closely to my behind, leaving no doubt as to the shape and tightness of my cheeks as well as exposing my bare legs. It was only as I hit the steps, going up them two at a time that I looked down to see the top buttons of my pajama top unbuttoned, making me wonder how well Daddy had been able to see down my top as I knelt between his feet.

When I got inside my bedroom, I locked the door and flung myself face down on my bed, trying to cover-up my flaming face as I realized that I was responsible for giving my daddy a raging boner! "So stupid...stupid...stupid, Lillian." I moaned into the bedspread. What had I been thinking? What did I expect? An eighteen year old in a shorty-pajama oufit, kneels between her father's legs and rubs his calves and thighs while offering him a glimpse of her perky titties...of course he was bound to get an erection! 

Groaning, I rolled over and sat up, staring at the full length mirror hanging on the closet door opposite of me. Silently, I mouthed the words, "You made your daddy's cock hard!" I studied myself. I'm no sex symbol, but I know that boys and even a few of my teachers consider me pretty. At eighteen, I'd reached my full height of five foot, five inches tall and at one hundred, thirty pounds, I possessed a curvy 34C-24-36 figure. I had Daddy's blue eyes, a smattering of freckles across my pert nose and a mop of short, unruly, black hair that always looked a little wild and framed my face -- often hanging down over one eye.

I looked down again at my partially unbuttoned top and then leaned forward to simulate how it might have hung open when I was rubbing Daddy's legs. "Oh, God!" I groaned as I realized that he had been able to see pretty much all of my tits including my now erect nipples, eraser-sized nubs that stuck out nearly half an inch. I shivered. Why were my nipples hard?

I looked at again into the mirror and as the shock of seeing my father sporting wood over me began to fade, I became more aware of my own physical reaction. My nipples ached, throbbing more as the image of that big lump in Daddy's shorts came to mind. I wriggled on the bed, suddenly spreading my legs and almost moaning as I felt my pussy lips open a little, feeling hot and sticky -- peeling apart in that most delicious way when one realizes one is aroused. "Fuck me...now I'm turned on!" I whispered as I again fell back into bed, scooting around until my head was on the pillow.

My mind was swirling as for the first time ever I was feeling horny over my father...my father! My thoughts were scattered as I kept seeing that lump growing in Daddy's shorts while my hands fluttered over my chest and somehow unbuttoned my top, letting it fall away as my hands cupped and kneaded my breasts, palms scraping wickedly over my hardened nipples. 

I let my left hand tease and pinch my blood swollen nipples while my right hand snaked down over my bare stomach and slid under the elastic waistband of my pajama shorts and then under my panties. "Omigod!" I gasped as my fingers slipped through my trimmed black-haired bush to discover that my pussy was really, really wet. I bucked my hips upwards off the bed as two fingers slipped between my aroused labia.

Fireworks went off in my brain as I imagined my hands had slid further up Daddy's leg to touch his erection through his boxers. I quivered with naughty pleasure as I envisioned tugging those shorts off Daddy to reveal his big cock and I was sure he was big...bigger than Darrel Jones or Billy Taft. The bulge in Daddy's shorts had been bigger than either of the cocks I had actually touched since I turned eighteen.

I was already cumming before my brain could process a fantasy of what I would do after I had Daddy's cock in my hand and I clamped my thighs around my fingering hand while I rolled around on my bed, grabbing a stuffed Winnie the Pooh lying next to me and mashing it against my mouth as my orgasm exploded, muffling my cries of "Daddy!" as my body convulsed with lusty pleasure at the thought of touching my own father's erect penis.

I think the effort of thinking of my father in such a sinful way was too much for my mind and even as I gasped for breath in the sweet aftermath of my orgasm, my brain was shutting down and I fell asleep with my fingers still in my pussy, hugging my stuffed bear to my face. My dreams were a weird mishmash of Daddy and me in various places...both of us naked and Daddy chasing me -- a cartoon-like monster erection jutting out from his crotch...me always slowing down to let him catch me, but he never quite managing to do so.

"BREAKFAST...SCHOOL!" Daddy's voice bellowed through my door after he'd pounded on it a couple of times.

"S-fuh...okay, Daddy!" I mumbled back, slowly rolling into a sitting position on the side of the bed. I felt funny...out of sorts. I felt confused and horny and I sat sleepily staring at my right hand which seemed a little sticky and at my nipples which were stiff in the cool, morning air and which were more than a little sore. Last night came rushing back and I moaned again as I hit the floor and put on a robe before I headed for the bathroom and a quick shower.

Dressing took a bit longer as I debated on tops. I had planned to wear jeans and a black, lacy blouse that was a little low cut, but then reconsidered as it showed off the tops of my breasts. I changed into a more modest yellow blouse and was heading out the door when I stopped and changed back into the black blouse. Okay, last night had been a little weird, but I wasn't going to start dressing like a nun to avoid letting my father know I had tits.

Downstairs, Daddy was just plating up some scrambled eggs and as I slid into my usual spot at the kitchen table, he rumbled, "Good morning!"

"Morning, Daddy," I responded as he moved around the kitchen, putting the frying pan into the sink to soak and pausing to nibble at a piece of toast and sip at coffee, barely sparing me a glance. I tried to think if this was normal or if he was avoiding looking at me. "How did you sleep, Daddy?"

He paused and looked out the kitchen window for a moment before he turned and did look at me, a funny little smile on his face as he replied, "Y'know, Pooh -- I slept pretty good."

There was a sudden warmth in my gut that seemed to spread down between my legs and up into my breasts as his words both pleased me and revived the sudden strange arousal I had felt last night. As I felt my nipples harden against my bra, I said, "That's wonderful! I'll be glad to massage your legs again tonight!"

Daddy's smile got a little stranger and he downed his coffee nervously before he answered me, "Oh...I'm sure you don't have to do that, Pooh. I can't keep you up late...you're a growing...uh, girl and you need your sleep." He set his cup down and glanced up at that stupid kitty-kat clock on the wall. "It's time, I hit the road. Can't be late...you either."

He grabbed his lunchbox and came up behind me and I had to make an effort not to shiver as I felt his body leaning against the back of the chair and against me as he bent over and kissed me on the head. "Have a good day, Pooh!"

"You too, Daddy. Love you!" I replied as he hurried out the back door without a backwards glance as if he was embarrassed. I sat there for several minutes, letting my eggs grow cold as I tried to sort out the feelings I was having...knowing that I was definitely feeling turned on by my father.

"LILLIAN...HAVE YOU SEEN MY KEYS?" Mama's voice snapped the spell and things were suddenly normal again as Mama's usual daily routine began. Her tone of voice indicated that it was my job to keep up with her car keys and I sighed as I got up to find them so she didn't have a hissy fit before going to work as our town's second most successful insurance agent.

Her keys were where they usually were -- in the candy dish on the coffee table in the living room. I fished them out and went upstairs. "Here ya go, Mama," I said, holding them out.

Mama grabbed them out of my hand, murmuring, "Shit, I'm gonna be late."

I glanced at the clock on her bedside table and said, "Y'all got plenty of time, Mama." I hesitated for a moment and then decided to risk talking to my mother about Daddy. "Mama...are you sure Daddy's okay?"

My mother was shrugging on her suit jacket -- looking professional in a business skirt and blouse. Reaching up to pull her dark hair, liberally salted with gray, to tie it into a knot that was held together with a fancy clip, she glanced at me and said, "What are you talking about, Lillian?"

"Mama!" I replied in exasperation. "How much he's hurting at night...walking the floors till all hours."

Mama rolled her eyes and began putting her earrings on. "Your father is fine. He's just getting old...it happens. You wait and see, girl. Everyone gets old." She huffed as if she resented having to talk to me about it.

"I know, he told me it was just old age and stress. But...isn't there anything you can do?"

"Like what?" Mama asked, looking into her bureau mirror, using her fingers to adjust her hair.

"Well..." I took a deep breath as for the first time since Mama and I had the talk, I brought up a taboo subject. "Don't you ever...um, help him lose stress, you know...um, sex?"

Mama stood straight up and spun around, her face reddening with anger. "Lillian May Holland! You're presuming to ask me about your father's and my sex life? That's none of your damned business." Mama shouldered past me, grabbing her purse off the bed and slinging it over her shoulder. She stopped at the door and spun on her three inch high heels to glare at me. "I know you and that Billy Taft have fooled around. Just because you're eighteen and think you know everything about sex now - you wait until you're older and you've had a man grunting atop you for thirty years and see how you feel about sex." 


Soothing My Daddy Ch. 01



Mama turned around and left the room, calling over her shoulder, "You'll put your foot down and stop all that foolishness when you're my age...wait and see." Then all I could hear was Mama stomping down the stairs, mumbling to herself before slamming the front door on her way out.

I sighed, feeling a little sad as I almost always did when I talked about anything with Mama...as I have said, Mama always seemed exasperated or angry with me, but this...maybe it wasn't any of my business, but maybe it did explain why Daddy was so stressed. I remember when I was little and hearing the mattress springs in my parents' room getting a workout and Amelia explained what was going on. Back then, the noises happened a lot, but as the years passed, I heard them more infrequently and it suddenly dawned on me that I couldn't remember the last time I had heard that particular sound.

The day passed slowly and I couldn't get my mind off my Daddy and that big lump in his shorts and the thought that my parents no longer had sex and how I hated to see Daddy hurting. I blew my Chem quiz because I couldn't keep three things from dominating my thoughts...Daddy was in pain, Daddy had a big cock and Daddy wasn't getting any!

By the time I showed up at the bakery and began working the dough in preparation for the midnight run on donuts, those three items were completely intertwined. When I arrived home from work, Mama and Daddy were watching television...one of those criminal investigation shows and I breezed by, pausing only long enough to assure them I had a good day while trying to not act weird in the presence of Daddy and trying to resist glancing at his crotch as he sat in his old overstuffed chair.

I took a shower which didn't help my state of near befuddlement, soaping my body up as images of that big thing hidden in Daddy's shorts flashed through my mind again and again...my pussy tingling and slippery wet by the time I finished. I tried to study...a Civics test was coming up on Friday, but my attention was drawn away by every noise and sound from downstairs...growing worse as I heard my parents prepare for bed and then the house going quiet.

I tried to focus on Constitutional Amendments, but the words slithered away from me. I was ready to scream from anticipation when I finally heard murmuring from across the hall, followed by the creaks and thumps that cued me that Daddy was up again. I began counting silently, getting to almost five hundred before I heard a faint snore coming from my parents' room. 

With my heart pounding in my chest, I got up from my desk and began moving towards the door, pausing to glance at myself in the mirror. A pretty, eighteen year old girl looked back, curly hair, still slightly damp framing a tense and nervous face while her hands fluttered aimlessly up and down her canary yellow baby-doll negligee. 

It wasn't exactly sexy in its own right -- the yellow material was solid, revealing nothing on its own. Still...the hem was just an inch or two below my crotch, showing off my bare legs and the neckline plunged enough to show off my breasts which were only partially nestled in the outfit's cups -- the spaghetti straps putting my bare shoulders and upper chest on display. Amelia had given the outfit to me as a Christmas present a year ago as a bit of a joke after learning I was going 'steady' with Darrell Jones. Needless to say, Mama was not amused, but fussed at me and not my more perfect older sister and the outfit was deemed unsuitable for all occasions.

I thought high heels would be a bit too much and so I silently padded barefoot down the stairs to find Daddy leaning against the sink in the kitchen, his face's reflection in the window revealing his discomfort.

"Daddy?" I called out softly. "Another bad night, huh?" He stiffened and slowly turned around -- tonight wearing another Braves T-shirt and boxers that were decorated with smiling Mickey Mouse faces. Another of Amelia's joke Christmas gifts.

"Pooh...what are you still doing up?"

I shrugged and said, "Studying, Daddy...it just never ends. I heard you get up again and well...I thought I could help you out again." I slowly came around the kitchen table to stand in front of him...my heart beating so hard, it was a wonder he couldn't see it trying to break out of my partly bare chest. I felt strange...exposed and for the first time so very aware that my father was looking at me not just as his little girl. There were glimmer of purely male appreciation as he eyed me in my negligee.

Daddy sighed and said, "Oh no...that's okay. It's not as bad tonight and you should be in bed, Pooh."

"Oh, Daddy...please." I stepped a little closer and said in a small voice, "Do you think I could sleep knowing you're down here hurting. I don't...I don't know how Mama does it, but I just can't." I reached out and took Daddy's hand in mine. "Let me help you, Daddy. I know I can." I brought my father's hand to my lips and gently kissed it, staring up into his eyes as I did. I felt him shiver and he let out a little breath even as I felt a spurt of wetness between my legs and I wondered if a dark spot was developing in the crotch of my yellow panties.

Daddy's mouth moved mutely in what I assumed was silent protest, but I just smiled at him and led him by the hand into the living room, guiding him around until he was in front of his favorite chair. I pressed my free hand against his chest, his T-shirt faintly damp as Daddy was sweating both from pain and tension. A thrill of something sexual shot through me as I realized that his chest was well muscled and strong. "Sit, Daddy," I purred. "Let me make you feel better."

In mute surrender, my father sat down heavily, his knees sprawling wide as I followed, lithely kneeling in a fluid motion, my hands now resting on his knees. "Pooh....I don't think..."

I shook my head and looked slyly up at Daddy and said in a whisper. "Shhhh -- just relax, Daddy. Let me help you relax and lose some of that stress." I was well aware of how I must have appeared...a little would-be sex kitten at Daddy's feet. I leaned forward a little, never letting my eyes leave Daddy's, pleased when I saw him glance down at my chest where my position allowed more of my breasts to be exposed. I began to knead and work the knotted muscles of his right calf, slowly working my way up his leg until I was massaging his thigh.

"Just take deep breaths, Daddy...think of something nice -- something you enjoy doing." I winked and said, "Think of things you'd like to do...just let the pain and stress just fade away." I worked his blood starved flesh until I felt it begin to unknot, massaging and caressing his bare flesh and then watching his eyes widen at my boldness, slid my fingers under the loose fabric of his shorts, rubbing his thigh as far up as I could manage. "I love you, Daddy," I whispered. "I love making you happy!"

Daddy nodded slowly, his eyes shifting to my breasts and then to my busy hands and then back up to my face. "I-I love you too, Pooh," he said in a feathery voice that had undertones of a little boy caught doing something naughty.

I switched to his left leg and finally risked a glanced downward and almost gasped. The bulge was back and it was bigger, no more than maybe two inches from the leg hole of his shorts. For a moment, I felt my pussy gushing so much juice I thought I was peeing myself. I knew I was just scant inches from the biggest cock I'd ever seen.

Slowly, I began to work Daddy's left calf muscles, smiling up at Daddy and then openly staring at his obvious erection and then smiling happily up at his blushing face again. "Are you feeling better, Daddy?" I asked as I worked my way up to his thigh.

"Yu-Yeah...I do feel better, P-Pooh," Daddy wheezed as my fingers began kneading and caressing his thigh muscles -- carefully and pointedly maneuvering around his erection.

"Good," I murmured and then I giggled, "I bet I can make you feel even better!" My left hand slipped into the open gap in the left leg of his shorts, making a bulge with my wrist that ran up and then parallel to his cock. As I began to withdraw, I slid my fingers over until the tips were touching the shaft of my father's cock and I slowly trailed them back down, marveling at the girth and at how it seemed to pulse with health and power, over the flared head and then out of his shorts all together. 

I looked at my fingers and wanted to moan as I saw just a few wet smears of precum. "Oh my, Daddy...did I cause that?"

Daddy's face was so red, for the first time I wondered if I'd gone too far and was going to cause my father to stroke out, but he gasped and took in a deep breath before he groaned, "I'm sorry -- Pooh...I didn't mean...I'm -- oh, my God..." Daddy stopped talking abruptly because my hand was once again sliding up his shorts, this time, running my fingers and palm over the velvety hard shaft of his erect penis before wrapping themselves around his shaft or at least most of the way around.

"Don't be sorry, Daddy," I replied quickly. "Why, I'm flattered that you think I'm...well, that I can make you hard...real hard."

Daddy began to squirm as I slowly slid my hand up and down his shaft, gently stroking him. There were equal parts arousal and panic in his face and as I gently rolled my palm over the head of his swollen cock head, there was a momentary expression of pure joy before panic reasserted control and his hand came down on my shoulder and he said, "Oh, no, no, no, Pooh -- I'm your father...this is so goddamn wrong. I'm soooo sorry!" 

He began to push me away, but I rolled my shoulder and he lost his hold there and I scooted up and while I masturbated him with one hand, my free hand reached up to hook his waistband and start tugging. "I want to do this for you! This is not wrong, Daddy!" I hissed as I tried to pull his shorts down. "What's wrong is that Mama ain't doing it already. You deserve to feel good, Daddy and I'm going to be the one who does it!" 

Daddy's mouth hung open in surprise as I took charge of the situation, even obeying me when I snapped, "Raise your butt up, Daddy so I can get your shorts off!" He lifted himself up and his shorts slid down his legs quicker than I thought and I lost my balance and plopped back onto my ass, forced to let go of his cock, but now allowing it to stand up, free and unrestrained.

For several long seconds, we just stared at each other in surprise -- me staring at his beautiful, long and thick penis -- thick veins running the length, making his erection appear to be muscled on its own. Daddy stared down at me and it took me a bit to realize that my baby-doll had rode up, revealing my panty-clad crotch and that there was a huge wet spot where my cunt had become soaked and now the solid yellow cotton was molded to my labia and was semi-transparent.

Knowing that Daddy was looking at undeniable evidence of my own excitement fueled my desire to take action and I was on my knees again in an instant with my hand again wrapped around my father's dick, stroking it steadily and lovingly. "You're beautiful, Daddy!" I crooned in a subdued voice. "I never imagined a cock could be so...so big and long."

Daddy let out moan after moan -- each one seeming to drain him of tension that had been building for months or maybe years, staring down in disbelief as his little girl stroked his prick. "I love you, Pooh," he sighed. "Daddy loves you so much!"

"I love you too, Daddy and I love your...I love your big Daddy cock!" I exclaimed happily as I scooted a little closer till my face was hanging over his cock while my hand slid up and down with such ease that you would've thought we'd been doing this for years. I loved how his cock felt in my hand. I could feel power and desire throbbing in my grasp. My head was spinning with wicked thoughts -- not the least of which was that I was stroking the magnificent organ that had begun my life!

I could sense Daddy's body beginning to tense up and I slowed my strokes a little, trying to extend the length of his pleasure. I'd jacked Darrell and Billy off enough to know that it often didn't take much and I wondered how long it had been for Daddy and how much of his problems were being denied sexual release by Mama! Suddenly, I was filled with a terrible need to bring Daddy to that long denied release.

I squeezed Daddy's cock a little tighter and began to stroke him faster and he groaned and gasped, "Oh...oh...Pooh, oh Lord, Pooh, I'm gonna...gonna..." Daddy's body convulsed once and then his hips rose up as if I was lifting him up by his cock and as he gave a little cry, he exploded -- a sudden geyser of hot sperm shooting up and splattering my face -- steaming semen spraying my cheeks and lips and chin!

The smell of hot jism filled my nose, making my mind, already spinning from the knowledge that my daddy was cumming on me, spin even more! "God, Pooh!" Daddy groaned as he continued to shoot -- the second tremendous spurt splattering on my chin and my chest and the next few gushes of cum spraying warmly on my breasts and nightie.

"I love you, Daddy!" I said, still stroking him, urging him to empty his balls onto me, feeling sluttish and sexy and naughty. His ejaculations began to ease up, each spurt less than the last until the last few mostly oozed from his cock to dribble over my hands I kept masturbating Daddy even as his erection began to fade, savoring how he squirmed and moaned at the intense pleasure I was still giving his sensitive flesh.

Only when he reached out and touched my shoulder, violently shaking his head as I stroked him to gasp, "No more, Pooh...too much. You're going to give me a heart attack!" did I finally let Daddy's cock go.

"Wow, Daddy...I've never seen so much spunk!" I giggled as I ran a finger over my cheek, scooping up a big blob of semen.

Daddy's eyes widened and he started to say something, but then shook his head and said, "There are some things a father just doesn't want to know." As he caught his breath and watched me wiping semen off my face, smearing it on my baby-doll negligee, the full impact of what I'd done seemed to sink in and he began to frown.

I shook my head violently and dropped my hands onto his knees. "Daddy, don't you dare feel guilty. You needed that and I'm glad...I'm proud to have helped you. I slid a sticky hand up his thigh and briefly squeezed his now less than half-erect cock and said, "We both enjoyed that and I bet you're more relaxed than you've been in weeks and months...maybe years!"

Daddy sighed and scooted up in his chair, taking my hands in his own, not seeming to mind his seed smeared on my fingers while leaning down. "I haven't felt this good in forever, Pooh...but, let's be honest. What we did is wrong. We're father and daughter and this...this was incest." He smiled down at me, squeezing my hands as he added. "I'm your father, Pooh. I shouldn't have let it happen."

I sat up straight so that our faces were almost together and said in an insistent tone that I realized sounded way too much like my mother's, "Oh, horseshit, Daddy! I'm eighteen years old and nobody's made me do anything I didn't want to do since I was a little girl. I know my own mind, Daddy and I chose...I wanted to do this for you." 

I leaned in and kissed my daddy on the lips, my tongue teasing his closed mouth before I said in a firm voice that somehow didn't betray my own nervousness. "If Mama won't be a woman for you, I would love to take her place." I kissed him again, my tongue still rolling over his lips, pulling away teasingly as he slightly opened his mouth.

"Daddy, I would be honored to jack your big cock off every night if it will help soothe your pain." My voice grew huskier as I said, "I'll be willing to do a lot more if you'll let me."

Daddy sighed and replied softly, "Oh, Pooh, I love you." I kissed him again, cutting off anything else he might have said. His lips were parted and I let my tongue dance into his mouth where it found his tongue and made a more intimate acquaintance. I felt so hot between my legs and part of me wanted to fall onto my back and spread my legs and ask Daddy to be my first, but the more logical part of me told me to not move so fast, so I settled for soul-kissing my father for a lovely couple of minutes before I eased back out of his grasp.

Climbing to my feet, I looked down at Daddy and said, "I love you too, Daddy...more than ever before." I glanced around and saw that it was after midnight and continued, "It's late, Daddy and we both need our sleep. You think about us, Daddy and don't you go getting guilty about abusing your little girl. It ain't abuse when she's offering all her love to you."

Before he could answer me, I turned and scooted out of the room, pausing just for a second at the living room doorway to look back at Daddy, looking so funny and shocked with his shorts down around his ankles and said, "Goodnight, Daddy. I love you!"

I was up the stairs in a flash, Daddy's "Love you too, Pooh," still echoing in my ears when I locked my bedroom door behind me and collapsed onto my bed -- the enormity of what I'd done now overwhelming me.

My body began to shake violently, tears rolling down my face as I relived the last few earth-shaking moments of my life. I had jacked off my own father! His semen was still clinging to my body! My pussy was on fire and my primary thoughts centered around wanting to jack Daddy off again and much, much more!

Again, it occurred to me that Daddy's sperm was cooling on my skin and suddenly I was in a frenzy, one hand scooping off blobs of semen from my chest and exposed tits and bringing them to my hungry mouth while my other hand was in my panties and like the night before, I began to masturbate furiously.

I was cumming before I'd finished licking the first samples of Daddy's cream off my fingers. His wasn't the first man's seed I'd ever tasted -- but there was more to it than the light, clean taste of Billy's and Darrell's cum. It was much stronger, but my body seemed to respond positively to the saltier, slightly more bitter flavor as if I recognized the semen as family and what more...I liked it! Even as I writhed in orgasm atop my bedspread, fingers in my pussy becoming coated with my juices, I scooped up the smeared globs of Daddy's semen and gobbled them up as if I was starving!

As sleep overtook me -- my pussy still throbbing as I thought of Daddy and his unique taste in my mouth, I knew then that there would be no stopping me. I fell asleep dreaming of Daddy and me becoming lovers in every way possible and even in my sleep, I recognized the irony that it was the stubborn streak I'd inherited from Mama that would see my dreams and desires to fruition.

"BREAKFAST! SCHOOL!" I opened my eyes and mewled with both pleasure and frustration, my dream of Daddy between my legs about to deflower me dissolved as his voice dragged me into the waking world. I groaned and stretched, feeling tender, but so nice between my legs, the sensation enhanced as I smelled Daddy's drying seed on my negligee and body.

A quick shower later, I was rushing downstairs, dressed in tight, low riding blue jeans and a cropped T-shirt that left my flat belly bare. I could hear Mama rustling around her room, talking softly to somebody. In the kitchen, I found Daddy plating up biscuits and sausage, whistling brightly to himself. I slipped up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. "Morning, Daddy!" I hugged myself against him as I hadn't really done since my tits had started to grow. It felt good to press my firm breasts into his strong form.

When I released him from my embrace, Daddy turned and gazed down at me -- a silly grin on his face as he replied, "Good morning, Pooh!" He started to lean down, hesitating for just a moment as he glanced towards the hallway and then finished his move to kiss me on the lips, pressing them firmly against mine for a heart stopping morning smooch! When he finished, his eyes seemed to be sparkling as he said, "Isn't it a lovely morning!"




Soothing My Daddy Ch. 01



I grinned, sliding my arms around him again and said, "I think someone had a good night's sleep!"

Daddy blushed and replied, "Best night's rest I've had in years!" We both laughed -- setting the tone for breakfast as we smiled at each other and giggled like naughty children between bites of food. We didn't talk about last night's adventure, but we were both clearly thinking and savoring the memory of what we'd shared.

As Daddy was getting ready to leave, I realized that Mama had not come down yet. "Where's Mama?" I asked.

Daddy shrugged his shoulders. "Amelia called to vent," he said. "She's almost seven months along now and being fussy." He grinned and said, "Pretty much like your Mom was when she was carrying you."

I laughed as I slipped myself into Daddy's arms. "Lord help my big sister if she has a daughter like me," I giggled.

Daddy waggled his eyebrows and replied, "Lord help her husband if she has a daughter like you. I'm not sure if I can tell up from down right at the moment."

I giggled again, wiggling a little as I lewdly rubbed myself against my daddy's body. "Well...you don't seem to mind much right now, Daddy!" I looked up at him flirtatiously and said, "I was thinking this morning while I was showering that maybe before you go to bed tonight, you might help me with some homework?" I slowly ran my tongue over my lips and winked lasciviously at him.

Daddy's eyes widened a bit and I could feel his heart beating faster as he finally nodded and said, "I reckon I can do that, Pooh. Might be a little relaxing at that."

I smirked and before I kissed him goodbye, replied, "Well...maybe not too relaxing."

Mama was still talking with Amelia when I left for school -- not that I minded. I wasn't ready to see Mama so soon after having masturbated her husband. I wasn't sure if I would feel totally guilty or be tempted to gloat in her face. What I'd done with Daddy was wrong...at least in the eyes of society, the law and as far as I could tell, the Bible, but I have to confess that all day long as I sat in school, I could find no shred of guilt within me for what had happened between Daddy and me. In fact, I was extremely distracted as I gave thought to what might happen later in the evening.

I was so distracted that I blew my Civics quiz and then I discovered that any feelings I might have had for Billy were reduced to virtually nothing as I realized how little a boy had to offer me in contrast to a real man like my father. I had no idea what would happen with Daddy...where or what it would lead to, but even as I told Billy that I wouldn't be available Friday night for a movie date, I realized that immature boys were now a thing of the past for me...that my future lay with someone more mature.

I didn't have to work that night...a Thursday evening and beat both Mama and Daddy home and so I went ahead and made dinner -- making one of Daddy's favorite's, Grandma's meatloaf along with a salad and mashed potatoes. I was a bit tense about how Daddy and I would act around Mama, but he betrayed no sign that his youngest daughter had jacked his cock off the night before -- rather just beaming from ear to ear and complimenting me on taking after Grandma in the kitchen. Mama on the other hand, other than a slight criticism about the dryness of the meatloaf was preoccupied with updating us on Amelia's pregnancy and the difficulties she was facing, what with two little one's underfoot and her husband working a lot of overtime.

Daddy and I nodded at all the right places, but most of dinner was spent with us smiling at each other, memories of the night before evident in the way our eyes seemed to shine. I shooed them both out of the kitchen and cleaned up the dishes myself while Daddy watched his evening shows and Mama split her time between updating some files on her laptop and calling Amelia again to see if things had gotten better in the last twelve hours.

I watched a couple of crude comedies with my parents and then decamped to the kitchen where I began working on my Calculus -- determined not to blow three quizzes in three days. I spent at least two hours on homework and study before Mama passed through to get a drink of water and say goodnight.

"Goodnight, Mama," I replied. "Is Daddy still up?"

Mama took a drink from a bottle of water and nodded, rolling her eyes. "Yes...wants to watch the news and something on the sports channel before he goes to bed. I'm going now so when he gets up later, I'll maybe have gotten a few winks of sleep." She shook her head and muttered under her breath, "That man will be the death of me yet!"

"Would you ask him if he'd come and check my homework before I go to bed, Mama? He's better at this Calculus stuff than I'm ever going to be."

Mama rolled her eyes again and said, "I swear, Lillian...eighteen and still expecting Daddy to check your homework. Time you grew up, young lady...time to act like an adult!"

I looked down and said softly, "Yes, Mama...I'll try," in response to her comment. She in turn walked away without further comment although I heard her tell Daddy fussily that I wanted him to help me do my homework. I couldn't hear Daddy's reply, but the tone of his voice sounded disinterested and non-committal. I expected Daddy to be right in, but he wisely waited a while to allow Mama time to turn in and fall asleep.

It was almost an hour before he strolled into the kitchen and said softly, "Your mother said you needed some help, Pooh?"

I looked up from my notes and smiled at my Daddy who looked both relaxed and excited in a plain white T-shirt and blue boxers with little smiley-faces on them. I suddenly had an inkling of what he looked like as a child on Christmas Eve. "Mama told me that I needed to act more like an adult. Could you come here and help me do that, Daddy?"

Daddy choked back a laugh and nodded, walking over next to me so he could look over my work. "Trouble with Calculus, Pooh?"

"Naw, I got that covered, Daddy!" I replied, my hand reaching out to palm the crotch of his shorts. He was already mostly hard. I wanted your opinion about something though." I looked up and smiled lovingly at my Daddy's face.

"What's that, Pooh?" Daddy said with a sigh.

I grinned at him and answered him with a swift movement that couldn't have been pulled off better if I'd have practiced it, I yanked Daddy's shorts down and as his hardening cock leapt free, captured it with my wide open mouth and slid a few inches of his penis past my lips before I tightened my mouth around his erection and began to suck him as my tongue rolled over the flared head of his penis. 

Daddy gasped and I heard him moan...almost a whimper, "Pooh...Jesus, Pooh." I kept my eyes locked on his, trying to convey how much I loved him in my gaze alone. He stared back, his expression one of shock and awe as I slowly began bobbing up and down with my mouth -- attempting to take as much of his now completely hard dick in my mouth. It wasn't easy -- he was incredibly thick and I could feel my facial muscles complain as they stretched to accommodate his wonderful girth and while I had managed to completely take both Darrell's and Billy's mediocre dicks in my mouth, I realized that I was at least temporarily overmatched by the length of my father's hard cock.

Still, I gurgled appreciatively as I sucked my Daddy off, aroused by everything connected with my incestuous act...the taste of Daddy's flesh along my tongue...the silky, yet steely feel of his flesh and the heady and manly aroma of sweat and piss and something I was responding to instinctively -- a unique Daddy scent that made my pussy nearly gush with arousal...my bared labia underneath my mid thigh nightshirt swelling and getting slick and sensitive with overwhelming waves of lusty desire.

Daddy seemed to sag for a moment and then reached out and placed one hand on the kitchen table for support and then the other hand was riffling through my curly, black hair -- urging me to not slow down, his fingers tightening among my short locks each time my tongue slithered over a certain sensitive spot. I sucked on his cock fast and I sucked him slowly, finding the speed that allowed my lips to offer him the most pleasure.

I tried to recall everything I had learned in sucking off my boyfriends' cocks and from hours of watching nasty hot porn with them. My mouth was watering as I tasted precum mixed in with the taste of his cock flesh and I felt a twinge of orgasm myself as Daddy's face screwed up with pleasure as I sucked just the head of his penis, my tongue rolling over the ridged crown and over his piss slit, until finally he was hissing a warning of, "Pooh, Pooh -- gonna cum soon, Pooh!" 

Daddy's fingers intertwined in my curly mop of hair were trying to pull me off his cock as I felt it swell between my lips. I yielded to that pressure just long enough to breathlessly gasp, "Cum in my mouth, Daddy! I wanna eat my Daddy's hot jism!" Then my lips were wrapped around his cock again, my tongue working feverishly, ignoring the slight pain of pulled hair before his mouth sagged open in surprise at my words. 

I sucked Daddy with renewed purpose, allowing my eyes to convey to him the truth of my words and then Daddy's expression became one of disbelief and pure bliss as I felt his cock head swell and then he was flooding my mouth with hot semen...hot Daddy semen!"

My father's sperm tasted as it had the night before -- strong, bitter, but fresher -- incredibly hot and thick and I loved the taste...loved the way it felt as it filled my mouth and filled my mouth, cumming more than any boy I had ever sucked off! I swirled it around my mouth, loving the texture of Daddy's semen -- loving everything about it except that it couldn't last forever and the only thing I regretted was to sense his ejaculations waning until my fevered and determined cocksucking yielded no more of his delicious seed.

I felt Daddy softening in my mouth, but I kept sucking, not wanting to give his wonderful penis up and I could feel his body tremble with the intense sensations my mouth was inflicting. "Damn, Poo...s-so good!" stammered Daddy. "Can't take it!" he moaned, his hands now scrabbling at my head, trying to push me away. He began to shift away from me, but I slipped from my seat, staying with him -- my lips sealed around his shrinking cock. As Daddy collapsed into another kitchen chair, I followed, falling to my knees between his legs, still sucking his cock, working hard for any last drops of his sperm.

"Too MUCH!" he groaned, the last word almost a yell, surprising us both. I let him slip from my lips and while we waited to see if we'd woke Mama up, I leaned up and forward, hugging him around the waist while my slobbery face nuzzled his crotch. "That...Pooh...good God, girl, but I love you!" said Daddy in a quavering voice.

As I smacked my lips and swallowed the last of my father's sweet semen, I looked up and said huskily, "I love you, Daddy and I love your cock!" I tilted my head down and kissed the head of his weary penis and then added, "I bet you sleep good tonight, Daddy!"

And he did...I never heard him get up in the middle of the night. Of course, I slept well too -- dreaming of sucking cock...of sucking my daddy's cock again and again, making him cum buckets of semen, showering me in his thick, hot cream -- making my tummy swell with all the daddy-sperm that I drank from his big dick.

Daddy looked so happy the next morning -- fixing pancakes with a flourish, his eyes completely clear of the weariness and pain that had plagued him lately. He greeted me with a wet, juicy kiss when I came down for breakfast, and for the first time, was touching me in an intimate way -- his hands roaming over my tits underneath my sweater dress and his hands caressing my tight butt cheeks as we kissed like long time lovers. 

So caught up in each other were we, that we nearly were busted by Mama who thankfully came down the stairs again squalling for her 'lost' car keys. I managed to tug my short dress back over my ass and be sitting at the table with Daddy, us looking perfectly innocent, although Daddy was walking a bit awkward when he rose up from the kitchen table to fix Mama some pancakes while concealing the boner in his pants.

Again, my day at school passed in a bit of a haze as I thought of Daddy and what I had done...being so forward and lewd with my father and not being the slightest bit ashamed of sucking my daddy's dick. Despite my preoccupation with my growing affair with Daddy, I actually kicked ass on the Calculus quiz...the answers and their process coming to me between thoughts of Daddy's cock spurting hot creamy semen in my mouth.

That night, I sucked Daddy's cock again -- this time on my knees in my bedroom after I'd asked for help on my Chemistry homework -- Daddy's shorts around his ankles as he sat on the edge of my bed and whispered, "I love you so much, Pooh," over and over again. Afterwards, with the taste of Daddy's semen fresh in my mouth, we sat and held each other on the bed, Daddy's hands softly stroking my shoulders, sending shivers through me as he slipped the spaghetti straps of my camisole and kissed me, his lips nuzzling my skin until he was nibbling my neck.

As Daddy kissed me, his hands were cupping my breasts, thumbs rubbing my nipples through the silky material of my slip, making me whimper with pleasure. As one hand continued to caress my tits, I felt his other hand traveling downward. Daddy paused in his kisses to murmur, "You're so beautiful, Pooh," as his fingers gathered up the hem of my slip and then slowly ran up my thigh even as I spread my legs wider, opening myself for my father. I thought my heart might explode in my chest as I felt myself growing wetter at the prospect of being touched so intimately by my father.

I ducked my head and my mouth found Daddy's -- my tongue thrusting fiercely between his lips to attack his tongue and join with it in a lewd display of passionate, slithering flesh. I moaned into Daddy's mouth as I felt his fingers slip through my trimmed black bush and then I moaned louder as I felt his fingers touched the already wet flesh above my labia and I rolled my hips to help him touch his little girl just as the toilet flushed next door.

We both jumped and slid apart as we heard Mama cough and come out of the bathroom. We looked at each other sheepishly -- expressions of guilt, but not shame on our faces. Daddy smiled at me...a little sadly maybe and held up his hand that had been on the verge of caressing my pussy. On the fingertips of his forefinger and middle finger were just hints of wetness...my wetness! "Soon, Pooh...very, very soon!" Daddy whispered before he licked his fingertips, nearly making me cum without even touching me!

Daddy stood up and came over and kissed me again -- just the faintest hint of my own pussy on his tongue and then said softly, "Good night, Pooh. I love you more than anything!"

"I love you too, Daddy!" I said, feeling both love and frustration as I watched my father leave my room. I flopped back on the bed with a groan. SO FUCKING CLOSE! Of their own accord, my hands began running over my body -- stripping off my camisole so I could be naked as I feverishly began to pleasure myself...fingers plunging furiously in my wet cunt while other fingers viciously pinched and twisted my swollen nipples, seeing release with both pleasure and pain.

I fell asleep imagining Daddy between my legs, his big cock about to make me a woman completely and my dreams were filled with vague images of absolute carnality forever on the edge of orgasm but never quite getting there until suddenly my dreams became more intense...the ecstasy becoming a real force making me writhe in my dreams until with a cry of sheer delight I awoke and discovered my pleasure was nearly indescribably real!

The morning sun flooded through my bedroom windows, filling my room with heavenly light even as a heavenly pleasure coursed from between my legs to spread throughout my naked body. As the last vestiges of sleep dissipated, I became aware of something wet and wonderful busily loving my pussy and that my legs were raised...draped over -- "OH MY GOD, DADDY!" I cried out as I realized that my father's head was between my thighs, my legs hanging over his shoulders.

Even overwhelmed by incestuous pleasure, I realized that I had nearly screamed and clapped a hand over my mouth -- horrified that I might have betrayed us to Mama. I glanced down between my legs where Daddy's face was partly obscured by my mound, nose tickled by my trimmed muff. His eyes were aflame with merry passion and he raised his head -- grinning at me with his mouth and chin glistening with my pussy creams. "She's gone...its Saturday...Business Women's Club, remember?"

My eyes went wide, both from the realization that Mama was off to her bi-monthly meetings of her Business Women's organization where she served as Secretary AND from Daddy resuming his incredible licking and tonguing of my pussy! I'd never had anyone use their mouth on me before and amidst the incredible pleasure that Daddy's tongue was giving me, I made a mental note to be pissed at Darrell and Billy later for never even trying after all the blowjobs I had given them.

Daddy rolled his tongue up and down my swollen labia, licking my heavy flood of juices off my pussy lips before thrusting his stiffened tongue deep between them to swirl around my quivering flesh. His lips sucked and teased my flesh as he lapped up my cunt cream as if it were some sort of nectar of the gods before turning his attentions to my erect clitoris -- the tip of his tongue fluttering maddeningly over my sensitive nub. "OH, YES, DADDY! LICK ME...MAKE ME CUM!" I crowed, flinging my hips upwards to better force my pussy into my father's face.

Daddy chuckled into my pussy, sending vibrations and sound waves through my sodden flesh that had me in near convulsions as he continued to eat me. His hands slid upwards over my belly to cover my heaving breasts, fingers squeezing and sliding over my pert tits until they could pinch and pull at my nipples...somehow finding that perfect level of pain that enhanced my pleasure instead of detracting from it.

Between Daddy's tongue and the simple realization that it was my daddy that was licking my pussy, I was soon riding the crest of the greatest orgasm of my life and I felt my cunt juices spurting wildly into Daddy's face which I could hear him gobbling up with great enthusiasm. I was bucking and writhing on my bed as Daddy ate me...pleasured me...loved me as his woman until my throat was feeling harsh from screaming. My body was afire with ecstatic, incestuous pleasure and for a moment, I thought the intensity of that Daddy born joy would be too much and I was drowning in the carnal pleasure he was inflicting and my head went light and dizzy and my vision was marred by a thousand points of dancing lights as I flung my pelvis against Daddy's mouth and screamed, "I LOVE YOU, DADDY!" before the world seemed to vanish in a cottony haze.

I opened my eyes to find Daddy crawling up towards me -- my juices dripping from his face. He pulled at the edge of the bedspread as if to wipe his face off and I managed to moan, "No!" and somehow sat up, capturing his face between my shaking hands and kissed my father hard and passionately, tasting myself on him...loving how I tasted on his tongue before licking at his face like a dog would do with a beloved master.

Finally, I broke the kiss and stared lovingly into Daddy's face as I sobbed, "That...that was wonderful, Daddy!"

Daddy smiled proudly and replied in a husky voice, "Well...my little girl has done so much for me...I thought it was only fair to give you a little pleasure, Pooh."

I nodded enthusiastically and lay back, pulling Daddy down with me -- my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. "No one has ever licked me before...where did you learn to do that?"




Soothing My Daddy Ch. 01



Daddy, God bless him, actually blushed. "Well, Pooh -- your mother wasn't always the way she is now and well..." Daddy winked and finished by saying, "I was twenty when I met your mother and, well, let's just say she wasn't the only woman I've ever known." He rolled his tongue over his lips and winked again. "It's kind of like riding a bicycle -- you never really forget. And once you start again, it all comes back to you."

I sighed happily, stretching my naked body out against Daddy's body that I was suddenly aware was as naked as mine. "I think I'm the one that cummed. That was awesome, Daddy! You can lick my pussy anytime!" I wriggled to confirm that my father was as hard as I had thought he was, glancing down to see his swollen penis pressed against the left side of my tummy."

Suddenly, I felt nervous and scared and very, very horny. We both went silent as we contemplated the two of us being naked and on my bed and very aroused. Finally, I whispered in a little girl's voice, "Daddy, are we gonna fuck now?"

The look of lust that swept across Daddy's face was almost frightening in it's intensity and I had a sudden vision of being taken forcefully...violently and loving every minute of it. Without even thinking about it, I pulled Daddy to me, rolling him atop me, spreading my legs out and hooking them across the backs of his calves. I could feel his cock against my tummy, angry and pulsing with aroused blood and his hairy balls resting against my flowered and well licked pussy, tickling my wet and sensitive flesh.

"I'm a virgin, Daddy," I whispered. "You'd be my first. I want you to be my first, Daddy." I said in that same young girl's voice...the one I'd used most of my life when I wanted my father's undivided attention. I knew I had his attention now. 

I braced myself for Daddy's assault on my pussy -- knowing it would hurt and yet be wonderful at the same time, but Daddy sighed and shocked me with his reply. "Pooh...I love you and I want nothing more than to make love to you and fuck you like such a beautiful woman deserves, but..." He sighed again and shook his head. "Not like this, Pooh. When we make love, I want to take my time and do it right." He glanced at the table clock on my bedside table. We have maybe an hour before your Mama's meeting is over and Pooh, when I put my dick inside my little girl's pussy, I'm not ever going to want to stop." 

Daddy kissed me and said, "I want to spend entire days fucking my daughter and being her lover and making her cum. I want us to not be rushed. I want to make love to you right, Pooh!"

My head was spinning at Daddy's words -- spinning with disbelief that he had such will power and spinning at both the loving intent and the sexual greediness in his words. I was wetter than ever and I wanted my father so much at that moment that the physical need actually hurt! Daddy could see the disappointment in my face and kissed me again before saying, "Our moment will come, Pooh. I promise you. I want to fuck my daughter as badly as she wants to fuck her daddy."

I nodded, barely able to say anything beyond, "I love you, Daddy!" We kissed again, another deep, loving kiss with our tongues roiling about each other, savoring the feel of each other's bodies. We kissed until the awareness of Daddy's erection led me to break the kiss and whisper, "We still have an hour, Daddy. Would you like your Pooh to suck your big Daddy dick?"

My father grinned down at me and said, "I would love that, Pooh, but I'll go you one better. You're eighteen years old. Surely you know what a sixty-nine is?"

I moaned, "Daddy!" even as my body trembled with a precursor to the orgasm I knew was coming. So it was that for nearly the next hour, Daddy and I were wrapped up in a lewd and incestuous sixty-nine position, Daddy beneath me, licking my pussy again, while I stretched out on his hard body, my lips moving up and down on his long, thick shaft -- giving my father the best blowjob I had ever given.

Daddy's control was masterful as I tongue bathed his cock, slathering it lovingly with my long, meaty tongue and sucked him slow and sucked him fast. Daddy would come near climax again and again, but somehow always managed to retreat away from the precipice in the nick of time even as he licked and sucked at my wet cunt, sending me writhing from one orgasm to the next.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, my breasts sliding back and forth across his hairy stomach as he kneaded my ass cheeks, teasing my asshole occasionally with his thumb while he tortured me so sweetly with his tongue. Daddy made me orgasm twice, his tongue and lips sending me into ecstatic raptures again and again until I was sobbing with incestuous joy as I felt his body tense and his cock swell as he finally bucked his crotch into my face as I sucked him furiously and began to cum -- offering me a wonderful fountain of his hot, delicious semen that I greedily drank, pausing only to lick and slurp up any dribbles of his spunk that escaped my lips.

Afterwards, we cuddled on my bed, savoring the afterglow of our sweet daddy-daughter love, chatting quietly. "Daddy," I asked at one point. "Before...before this week, did you ever think about me like this...ever dream of the two of us becoming lovers."

Daddy was a long time responding, a new flush appearing under his already reddened flesh. "Pooh...I think only a dead man wouldn't have looked at you as you've become a beautiful woman and not had thoughts about you." Daddy looked into my eyes and said, "I can't tell you how many times these last lonely years that I've seen you in your tight blue jeans or short shorts or in your teeny bikinis and imagined that we were lovers." Daddy's face turned a brighter shade of red as he added, "Many times, when the need has been upon me, Pooh, many times I have jacked off dreaming of fucking you or having you suck me off." Daddy kissed me again and said, "Pooh...these last few days have been my dreams and fantasies come true."

"I love you, Daddy," I purred before kissing him again. "I'm going to make all your dreams come to life and I promise you, you will never have to jack off again."

I could tell by Daddy's expression that my words meant more to him than anything and I silently vowed that somehow we would soon find a way to make sure that we could be together without any worries or time constraints. What I didn't know was that my sister, Amelia was going to help me make all of Daddy's dreams come true.

To be continued...



Soothing My Daddy Ch. 02



Here is part two of this story. It has receive very positive feedback so far and I hope you like the second part as much. I look forward to hearing your comments, both pro and con.

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within are simply figments of my imagination! Enjoy!




It is amazing how quickly you can get used to the extraordinary! Three weeks ago, I had never dreamed of having a sexual relationship with my father, but trying to help him deal with severe leg cramps and pain brought on by work and stress led me into initiating a more intimate relationship with Daddy, I became used to having some sort of naughty fun with Daddy on a daily basis.. 

Not a night ended that I didn't go to sleep with the taste of Daddy's sweet semen in my mouth. Mama couldn't leave the house for more than a few minutes without Daddy's mouth and tongue feverishly licking my pussy. Once Daddy realized that while I was still a virgin – never having had a man's cock inside me before, but that my hymen had long been history (thank you, McFeaver's Riding Academy!), he also taught me how talented a man could actually be with his fingers. Even as he would make me moan and croon with pleasure using his knowledgeable digits, I was making another mental note to continue to be pissed at my old boyfriends who hadn't had a fucking clue!

Daddy's nights of walking the floors in pain, unable to sleep were long over and after several days of being obsessed with touching, kissing and licking each other's bodies, we were both getting more sleep as we became more confident in hiding our activities from Mama.

Mama wasn't a bad person, but the truth is she'd lost interest in sex years ago which had left Daddy high and dry and eliminated one avenue of relieving the stress of being a floor supervisor at the local paper plant and of being married to Mama who wasn't the easiest person to live with anyway. I know Mama loved me, but I was also the "later in life surprise baby" that she never quite got over having and she already had her favorite – my older by thirteen years sister, Amelia – now living in Atlanta and raising her own family.

Neither Daddy or I had any real guilt over our love affair – pleasuring my daddy had given me a sense of purpose and fulfillment unlike anything I had ever known and his touch was sweet ecstasy that grew each time his lips or hands touched me. I was in love with his long, thick cock and dreamed of the moment that he would take my virginity and completely claim me as his woman. The problem at hand was that Daddy didn't want to simply sneak a fuck with his baby girl...he was waiting for an opportunity to fuck me at our leisure...no hurrying, but rather taking our time and luxuriating in our incestuous desires.

Alas, between work and school and Mama's schedule running the local branch of a big insurance company, Daddy and I could never get more than an hour or two to ourselves and Daddy considered the possibility of the two of us slipping off to some 'No-Tell Motel' as too sleazy and out of the question. Still, we worked hard to squeeze in enough lewd behavior to keep the need to fuck at bay and I have to admit, any chance to have Daddy's cock stuffed down my throat, gushing torrents of his hot semen was a wonderful thing.

In three weeks, I'd managed to suck Daddy off as he sat at the kitchen table in a straight back chair, sitting between his legs as he relaxed in his favorite overstuffed chair, kneeling at his feet in my bedroom, while he was sitting on the toilet in the upstairs bathroom, with him sitting on the stairs, and in the garage. Daddy had twice made my Saturday mornings lovely by waking me up licking my pussy until I was on the verge of orgasm. We already were so attuned to each other that we could sixty-nine ourselves into a mutual orgasm. Several times as Mama cooked dinner, Daddy would find me and pin me to a wall and slip his fingers under my dress or down my waistband and finger-fuck me to an orgasm, his tongue in my mouth to squelch my screams of pleasure.

Every morning I would wake up with the erotic memories of pleasuring Daddy the night before...sometimes accompanied by the sweet echoes of Daddy pleasuring me as well. I would stand before my mirror, naked, inspecting my body and feeling both beautiful and fulfilled as I ran my hands over my curvy five foot, five inch body, my short, curly hair looking unruly and sexy. I would caress my full and pert 34C breasts and stroke my little pussy that always seemed to be wet these days and dream of lying back in bed, my legs parted as Daddy prepared to finally bury his huge cock in my virgin cunt!

Mama was oblivious to our incestuous affair, focused as she had been for years on making her agency the most successful insurance agency in town and on the rapidly approaching birth of Amelia's third child. I had no way of knowing then, but it was my big sister, Amelia who had disliked her baby sister almost as much as Mama had, that was to provide Daddy and I our opportunity to finally take our expression of love to a higher level.

I had just got home from working at the bakery and my mind was on what I was going to be wearing when I finally gave Daddy his nightly cocksucking. I was wondering if my low cut nightshirt was clean as I came in through the kitchen door to find Mama and Daddy sitting at the table – a fierce frown on my mother's face.

"About time, Lillian," Mama snapped. "Sit down, we need to talk." 

My stomach began to do flip-flops as I wandered how Mama had found out about Daddy and me. I slid into a kitchen chair with my parents on the ends of the table between me. Mama just scowled disapprovingly as she had pretty much done my whole life, but my fears abated slightly as I gave Daddy a brief glance and realized he was doing everything he could to not grin from ear to ear. His eyes were alight with pure happiness. 

Turning my gaze to Mama and trying to be nonchalant, I asked in as normal a tone as I could muster, "What's up?"

"Your sister is what's up," Mama snapped back at me. "As if you really care – I imagine Amelia can't remember the last time you called her to see how she was doing." 

There was a sulky, petulant undertone to Mama's voice and I had to struggle to not snap back that it had been five months ago when Amelia had called me to chew me out for sending my seven year old niece a new 'Barbie' doll for her birthday and telling me that she was offended by my perpetuating such sexual stereotypes and that my specific response had been to, "Bite me." Instead, I took a deep breath and replied, "Is Amelia and the baby alright?" trying to inject a tone of concern into my words.

"She's fine," Daddy said before Mama interrupted him with an impatient wave of her hand.

Mama stared angrily at Daddy and then me before saying, "No, she's not! She's got a houseful of kids and a husband that works too much and doesn't do enough and she's in her eighth month and she needs our help."

"Our help?" I softly echoed. "Um, how?"

"Your mother thinks we should go down to Atlanta and help out...till after the baby is born and things can get back to normal," Daddy said, throwing me a wink. "I have pointed out that you're in the middle of your Senior year of school and that I have a job that I can't go gallivanting off from."

"That's not important!" snarled Mama. "What's important is that we take care of Amelia. She needs us!"

"Well, sorry, Mama, but I'm not taking off from school." My reply was short and angry and I was a little off balanced because I couldn't figure out why Daddy seemed so upbeat.

Before Mama could jump down my throat, Daddy spoke up, his voice a little louder than usual as if he was reminding Mama that she couldn't make the decisions for us all by herself. "Amelia's going to be fine and Pooh's not going anywhere and neither am I, Helen." Daddy paused and stared Mama in the face, backing down any snippy remarks she might have spit back at him. "Now, Honey...you can take off all the time you want – I know you keep the office running like a top and whatever can't be handled by Timothy or Bettina, you can deal with from your laptop. Helen, if you absolutely have to go hold Amelia's hand while she has another baby, you go right ahead. I'm sure that Pooh and I will somehow survive!"

My jaw dropped open in utter surprise. First off, Daddy hardly ever raised his voice to Mama like that...he was usually so soft spoken and agreeable. Second, it came to me in a sudden flash why Daddy seemed so pleased...Mama going off and spending God knows how much time down in Atlanta...maybe weeks and weeks of it just being Daddy and me!" I felt a shiver go through me that hardened my nipples and dampened my pussy!

Mama tried to stare Daddy down, but he wasn't having any of it. Finally, she resorted to getting teary-eyed and said in a slightly teary voice, replied, "I cannot understand how you can be so callous about your daughter...your first born child, John." She flicked me a hateful gaze. "Or your big sister, Lillian."

Daddy's voice got a little louder and a bit angrier. "She's a thirty-one year old woman with two kids and a husband – an adult who's been on her own for over a damn decade. And you best remember, Helen, you have two daughters and do what's best for both of them." Mama stiffened up at Daddy's words, but he softened up a little then and reached out and put his hand on Mama's arm in a familiar and affectionate manner and said in a gentler tone, "You go on down to Atlanta – it's only a five hour drive and if we need you here, we'll call. Pooh and I will be fine and I reckon we can manage not to burn the place down while you're gone."

Mama nodded, her face still angry and replied tersely, "I'll go pack. I'll leave in the morning." She stood up and stomped away – her anger with us apparent in her stiff-backed posture.

Once I heard her bedroom door slam, I turned and looked at Daddy who had the goofiest grin on his face I'd ever seen. "You reckon we can manage, Daddy?" I giggled and then I was climbing into his lap and kissing him all over his face. "I might manage to fuck you to death!"

Daddy kissed me back, his strong hands cupping my ass cheeks under my tight jeans. When he finally let my tongue slip from his mouth, he said softly, "I told you our time would come, Pooh. Just one more night and then I'll officially make you a woman."

I felt a foreshadowing tremor of orgasmic energy ripple through me and kissed Daddy some more before Mama came stomping back down, barking orders and issuing edicts on how I was to do things while she was gone. I decided to win gracefully and acted properly abashed by the weighty responsibilities I was now responsible for, acknowledging that I was to make sure Daddy's meals and laundry were taken care of. Daddy had to get up and leave the living room, his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing when I solemnly vowed to Mama to, "Take care of all of Daddy's needs while you're gone, Mama. I promise that you'll be proud of the job I do."

Mama narrowed her eyes at me, trying to figure out if I was making fun of her or not while Daddy had a coughing fit in the hallway. That night was like Christmas Eve. I thought I'd never get to sleep. Partly, that was because for the first time in over three weeks, I didn't go to sleep with the taste of Daddy's cock and semen in my mouth. When I had approached him, he just kissed me and said, "I think I'd like to save it for tomorrow night, Pooh."

I pouted a little, especially when he told me that we'd need to wait until tomorrow evening since he did have to work and I had school. I had really thought we would be in bed and fucking up a storm before Mama got to the city limits. As it was, Mama didn't leave until mid-morning – Daddy called me on my cell phone just as I was going into Chemistry. He's spent the morning helping Mama get ready – getting the car serviced and all and then saw her off before he went into his job late. "I'll be a little late tonight, Pooh – about seven o'clock myself," he said. "But it's Friday and we'll have the whole weekend to ourselves.

"I can't wait, Daddy!" I murmured back. "I love you!" Daddy told me he loved me too and hung up. I promptly cut class and slipped off, skipping the rest of the day – formulating plans for the evening that awaited us. I had an inkling of how a bride must feel on her wedding night. I wanted to make this evening special for Daddy and there were things to do.

I knew it would eat into my time, but I spent a few hours going to and from Knoxville, but after having visited a few certain stores, I considered the time to have been well spent. A quick stop at the grocery and then I was back home to peruse Mama's bookshelf full of cookbooks until I located an old dusty and battered green binder. Once I had the kitchen details knocked out, it was time for a long, hot bath and some finishing touches and then just having to wait for Daddy.

It was a little after seven when I heard him come in. I was waiting for him in the living room, feeling pleased as he bellowed out as he came through the kitchen, "Something smells delicious. What have you been up too, Pooh?"

He came striding into the living room and came to a complete stop as he found me waiting for him in front of the fireplace, his mouth hanging open in surprise even as my eyes went wide with surprise of my own. "Pooh...you're...you're beautiful." I was dressed in a lacy black garter belt, thigh high black hose and four inch black, high heels. Around my waist was a frilly red apron with the words, "Daddy's Little Girl" embroidered across it inside a heart. Other than that I was naked, my firm, pert breasts heaving a little with excitement while my nipples visibly throbbed. I had teased my hair into a perfect halo of black curls that framed my face and I imagined that my blue eyes burned with a powerful lusty energy.

Daddy himself looked good. He'd had a haircut and he must've showered and changed at work because he was wearing a clean polo shirt and slacks – his body, albeit stocky, projected power and strength. In his arms were two dozen roses – white and pink. I felt a little nervous flutter in my stomach as I opened my arms and said, "Welcome home, Daddy!"

He rushed to me then, setting the roses aside to kiss me, hugging me to him and nearly lifting me off my feet as we kissed, tongues dancing merrily with each other. "Pooh, I'm...well, I don't know what to say," he murmured, holding me against him – his cock clearly hard under his slacks.

I ran my tongue over his lips and whispered back, "You don't have to say anything, Daddy. Just enjoy!" I eased myself from his embrace and carefully squatted down, wavering a little on the spiky heels. I fixed my eyes on Daddy's face, never glancing away as I unzipped his pants and reached inside and drew out his erection – feeling so hard and alive in my hand. Keeping my eyes on Daddy's handsome visage, I took him into my mouth, his cock now so familiar to my lips and tongue and I felt myself growing wetter as I tasted my father's precum and the unique flavor that his flesh possessed.

"Oh, Pooh, but I thought we were waiting for..." Daddy's voice trailed off as I rolled my tongue teasingly over the head of his cock. 

I let him slip wetly from his mouth, feeling my saliva dripping off his cock as I replied, "Oh, we will, Daddy, but I wanted to do this for you now because I know it will help you last longer...later." Daddy groaned as I gazed up at him with an evil smile in my eyes while I took him back into my mouth, sliding my lips back and forth – each time taking him a little deeper down my throat. It pleased me to know that even though three weeks ago, I came nowhere near being able to deep-throat my father's cock, I had mastered his long, thick monster quick enough.

I felt almost giddy, sucking Daddy's cock in the middle of the living room without any worries of getting caught and Daddy moaned and sighed as I sort of giggled and hummed gaily with my mouth stuffed full of his throbbing penis. His fingers intertwined in my short, curly hair and I crinkled my eyes at him to show how pleased I was when he slowly began to fuck my face. 

I sucked and slobbered and licked at Daddy's cock until I could feel him tensing up, coming off the balls of his feet and I wrapped my lips tightly around the head of his cock and sucked ferociously until he growled, "POOH!" and then he exploded in my mouth – gushing thick streamers of his strong, hot semen. I moaned approvingly, my tongue rolling over his piss slit, urging him to give me more of his seed...his sweet daddy seed that I knew I was forever addicted to.

Daddy squirted and shot semen for what seemed forever, but finally the flood of his sperm eased to a trickle and then nothing and I finally let him slip from my mouth, offering one last loving kiss and lick to the slowly shrinking head. "Thank you, Daddy," I purred, slowly rising up – my muscles taut and protesting as I did.

"Thank you, Pooh...that was incredible." Daddy pulled me to him again and kissed me on the lips, not seeming to mind in the least that he could taste himself on my lips. That made my daddy all the more attractive to me – I'd never come across a high school boyfriend that had let me kiss him after I went down on him.

"You're welcome, Daddy," I said as I started to undress him. "Are you ready for dinner?"

My father nodded as he watched me strip him naked, replying, "Um...yeah, it smells wonderful, like something my mother used to make."

I giggled and leaned into Daddy, enjoying how his naked and hairy chest felt against my bare titties and kissed him. Then I slipped my hand through Daddy's arm and led him towards the dining room – a rarely used area of our house. There, dinner awaited us and Daddy sighed happily as I said, "It should, I found Granny Paula's recipe book that she gave Mama and fixed her 'Pot Roast and Taters!' 

Daddy looked at me with an expression of wonderment as he murmured, "My favorite! I can't believe you've done all this...your mother never..." 

He stopped speaking as I guided him to his seat and kissed him again. "Well, from now on, my daddy is going to be treated a lot better." I leaned over, well aware that Daddy was staring at my hanging breasts and bussed him on the cheek. "I'm going to give you whatever you want, Daddy." I moved to take my seat, pleased that I'd impressed Daddy as well as score points at Mama's expense. My mother had never cared for Granny Paula or her cooking and had flat out refused to use her recipes.

Daddy was in hog heaven as he made his way through his mother's pot roast and roasted potatoes which he claimed I'd fixed perfectly – eating two helpings while I watched him, a little surprised at how good it made me feel to please him in such a domesticated way.

When he finally finished and I cleared away the dishes, his eyes watching my mostly naked body the entire time, I said teasingly, "Is my daddy ready for dessert?"

Daddy groaned and leaned back, patting his belly as he replied, "Lord, Pooh – I'm not sure I could eat another bite!"

I laughed as I stepped to him and eased myself atop the dining room table in front of him, scooting back a bit and spreading my legs as I tugged my apron away to reveal my newly shaved and baby smooth mound to my father. "Are you sure, Daddy? It seems to me that lately this might be your favorite treat."

"Ohhhh, Pooh!" Daddy breathed, staring hungrily down at my bald pussy – as hairless as the day I was born. My labia were swollen with arousal and spread wide apart – their lewd blossom revealing glistening wet flesh. I had been sopping wet since before Daddy came home – the evidence gleaming on my juice covered thighs.

I barely had time to whisper in a little girl voice, "Eat me, Daddy!" before he plunged his face into my crotch, his tongue wide and flat as it licked my cunt from bottom to top before spearing between my pussy lips and into my sodden, fiery cunt. "Oooooohhh, Daddy!" I crooned as several hours of lusty need were finally addressed by my father's talented mouth. 




Soothing My Daddy Ch. 02



I could barely remain sitting upright so powerful were the sinful sensations that Daddy triggered in me as he sucked at my labia and lapped me again and again, his tongue swirling and roiling over my aroused flesh – pussy juice suddenly splattering against his chin and chest as he roughly tongued my clitoris as carnal ecstasy so powerful it nearly made me black out, coursed through my body.

Daddy snarled and gobbled as he licked me...any words becoming utter gibberish as he filled his mouth with my cunt, tongue delving deep inside my slick, pink pussy, but I understood him. I was his favorite desert and he took nearly as much pleasure from eating his daughter's pussy as I did from having him eat me.

My pussy was on fire and Daddy's tongue was incestuous gasoline, igniting my pleasure and need for more as he licked and sucked at me. I let my head fall back and I screamed, "EAT ME, DADDY! LICK ME AND MAKE ME CUMMMM!" as my legs kicked wildly as I spread them wider and raised them up – my high heels dangling from my feet while I bucked my pelvis against Daddy's mouth – his tongue seeming to plunge impossibly deep within my quivering pussy!

Suddenly I was screaming with tears running down my face as Daddy's lips carefully, but securely fastened around my clit and he began to hum, suck and lick it all at the same time or so it seemed. I wasn't sure because I was having a super-orgasm – the pleasure welling up inside me being so intense, I wasn't sure if it was actually pleasure or some terribly wonderful type of torturous pain. I writhed in orgasm and it just didn't seem to end, but just kept rising and becoming new and unsuspected levels of erotic pleasure that seemed to consume me, evolving me into something new...a being not of flesh, but of pure carnal desire and joy and I screamed my love for Daddy until my throat was hoarse with pain and I was slipping into a world that consisted of nothing but never-ending orgasm.

I came back into myself aware that I was gasping for air and that my body was still quivering with ecstatic delight and that I felt as if I were floating or perhaps, rocking weightlessly in the air. I opened my eyes to see my father's loving face smiling back at me. Behind him, the scenery floated and changed. I felt safe and secure, wrapped in strong, loving arms...my daddy's strong, loving arms. It was only then that I realized Daddy was carrying me somewhere...carrying me like I was a child again...or his bride.

"Daddy, where are we going?" I said it in a halting, child-like voice.

"I'm taking you to bed, Pooh," Daddy replied, his voice sounding like pure love.

"Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?" I asked, impishly keeping my voice sounding young.

"Yes, I am. I'm going to fuck my little Pooh until you scream with more pleasure than you ever imagined possible."

I moaned wordlessly, anticipating the moment and not speaking until I saw Daddy was moving towards my bedroom. "No, Daddy," I whispered, pointing towards the door where he and Mama had slept for over thirty years. "That's our bedroom now. You're my man and I'm your daughter and you're going to fuck me on our bed!" Daddy's nostrils flared with anticipation and if he thought me presumptuous to claim Mama's place as my own, he didn't say so, but simply changed direction and took me into the bedroom where he was going to claim my virginity.

Daddy paused as he stepped across the threshold. "Oh my, been busy haven't you, Pooh?" he said staring around the room. Over a dozen candles lit the room with a single lamp turned on, its light muted into an erotic red shade by a scarf draped across the lampshade. Scented candles filled the air with hints of lime and coconut and gentle ocean breezes, bringing to life a secret fantasy of someday fucking my daddy on a beach somewhere in the Southern Pacific.

"Do you like it, Daddy?" I said softly, my hand slowly reaching up to caress his cheek. "Will you fuck me now, Daddy?"

He turned to the bed which was freshly made and turned down and he carefully climbed up onto the bed and moved on his knees towards the center of the bed where he tenderly laid me down. He loomed over me, staring at me as if I wasn't real or if he tried to touch me, I would simply dissipate like mist. I eyed the massive erection that rose from his lap, his thick cockhead oozing precum as it waved in the air. I spread my legs and pulled my knees back as I held out my arms to my father and moaned, "Fuck me, Daddy! Claim my cherry – claim me – make me your woman!" I waggled my fingers anxiously and sighed, "I love you, Daddy! Come fuck your little girl!"

Daddy moved between my spread legs – his cock so hard now that it nearly slapped against his belly and I was young and inexperienced enough that I had no idea how rare that was for a man of Daddy's age. I did instinctively comprehend his expression as he moaned, "God, yes, Pooh. I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy!" The coarseness of his voice – raw and hungry was matched by the almost bestial expression of lust and desire that was etched on his face. I understood completely. Daddy was a man and his daughter was a woman and like animals in heat, nothing could stop us from mating now.

Suddenly, Daddy's weight was on me and his lips crushed against mine, his tongue hunting down my tongue as he kissed me hungrily, my nipples dragging against his furry chest as he hunched against me. I rolled my hips even as Daddy's hands reached down and cupped my buttocks, tilting me slightly and then I felt his immense thickness against my labia and I shrieked into Daddy's mouth as his cock spread my pussy lips and invaded my flesh.

I understood that any desire to be gentle with me was gone – that my first time with a man was going to be a primal, lustful thing and the only thing that matched my Daddy's desires were my own incestuous hunger to have my daddy buried deep inside me. Even as Daddy rammed his cock into my wet and tight pussy, I flung my pelvis up to meet his thrust and then I was screaming with pain and pleasure as my father's swollen penis spread my cunt flesh as he sank into me to the hilt!

"So goddamn sweet and tight, Pooh!" Daddy growled at me as I sobbed with both pain and pleasure, my mind reeling that it was my father inside me, filling up my most intimate place with the cock that had made me. My body naturally responded to his erect penis and without thinking, I was already beginning to undulate my body against Daddy's – seeking to start that magical dance that only a man and woman could share...one that I had truly never known, but now hungered like never before to experience.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" I sobbed, already feeling an orgasmic wave building within me. "Show me how much you love me, Daddy and fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"

My first honest cock induced orgasm exploded within me – part of it the incredible sensation of my cunt being completely filled with hard dick and part of it fueled by the knowledge that the hard dick was hard, Daddy dick! I began to buck and rock under my father and Daddy responded by immediately beginning a series of thrusts and lunges, sawing his big, hard cock in and out of my pussy, grunting like a working bull seeding his herd.

I wept with the pleasure of my daddy's cock buried in me. I screamed with the ecstatic knowledge that it was my father who was fucking me. I laughed and shouted in exhortation in the desire to never release Daddy's cock from my fiery and sodden cunt. It was lovely...it was heaven...it is impossible to fully describe the beauty and perfection that was that first dance of incest with Daddy. I only knew it was wonderful beyond words and that it was perfection and that love and lust for my father would forevermore be intertwined in my feelings for him. I could feel Daddy's love for me in every throb of his cock and I recognized his pure lust for me with every kiss he planted on my lips.

I smelled our arousal as the air filled with the aroma of pussy and cock and sweat and lust amidst the sounds of wet flesh slapping on wet flesh as Daddy pounded me with his cock driving the air from me in harsh gasps each time he bottomed out in my pussy, drawing wails of intense pleasure as he ground his crotch into mine, the head of his dick probing deeper with each thrust – seeking my cervix – seeking that most optimum location to fill me with his baby-making seed!

My eyes went wide and I screamed with new pleasure as I was suddenly aware of an overwhelming need to make my daddy a new baby – the most ancient and primal drives within me now awakened as Daddy drove his cock into me again and again! My body screamed to be impregnated by my father, my ecstasy addled mind seconding the notion as it sent my pleasure to even greater heights.

I screamed, "YESSSSS! FUCK ME, DADDY, FUCK ME AND GIVE ME A BABY! GIVE ME THAT BIG COCK AND FILL ME UP, DADDY – I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! FUCK ME, DADDY!" between wet, sloppy kisses and harsh, quick gasps for air as Daddy just kept burying that wonderful penis inside me...so huge that it made me feel tight and swollen from the delicious way his shaft scraped my clinging pussy flesh. "DEEPER, DADDY!" I moaned. "FUCK ME DEEPER AND HARDER WITH THAT DADDY DICK!"

Daddy obliged me, thrusting deep into me and as he ground his groin against my cunt, his hands swept down away along my widespread legs, lifting them up and then they were draped on his shoulders and he was tilting me up and then as deep as he was, Daddy's erection seemed to slip even deeper inside me, finding new sweet spots for the tip of his spongy and yet firm cock head to probe and then he moved his knees up just a little and began to hammer into me again – a series of brutal and quick thrusts that detonated my most intense orgasm yet.

I began clawing at his shoulders and back like a wild cat in heat, screaming wordlessly and shrilly as my body writhed and convulsed and the white hot ecstasy spread through me, consuming me until I was nothing but incarnate sexual pleasure and then when I thought nothing could surpass it, I could Daddy snarl, "Cumming, Pooh...all for you, little girl!"

I felt Daddy thrust hard and deep into me – literally driving the air out of my body. In the tight confines of my pussy, I could feel Daddy's cock begin to swell and then he began to flood my womb with molten hot semen. "DADDDDDDYYYYYYY!" I screamed as my father began to empty his sperm inside me...pleasure spreading to every fiber of my body, making it feel as if my curly, black hair was standing on end while my toes tried to clench and make little fists. My nipples throbbed with a painful intensity, so swollen I thought they might burst.

My screams faded into sobs that were then muffled as Daddy kissed me again and again, licking and sucking at my lips as he just seemed to go on ejaculating forever. Time seemed to stand still – a long moment of forever perfection punctuated only by Daddy's soft moans of, "I love you, Pooh...Daddy loves you so much, Pooh."

The intensity of the erotic sensations left me helpless and limp. I felt my legs slide off Daddy's shoulders to rest all wide and akimbo. Daddy finally withdrew from me with an obscenely wet sucking noise which I could only respond to with a moan of both pleasure and loss. I felt Daddy's body rise off of mine and then he was cuddling me – holding me close, wrapped up in his arms and I think I murmured, "I love you, Daddy!" before I drifted off into a sweet slumber in which orgasmic aftershocks lent an erotic tone.

I awoke what must have been hours later. The room was dimmer as some of the candles had burned down and guttered out. I was aware of hands caressing my body – Daddy's hands, cupping and massaging my breasts while he showered gentle kisses all over me, starting in the sweet, sensitive spots in the hollow of my throat and the following a path downward, his tongue marking the trail, pausing only to kiss me here...and there. Lips pursed and closed around my nipples, first one and then the other, sucking them while his tongue flickered over the hard tips.

Daddy's sweet kisses continued down to my belly, stopping long enough for his tongue to tease my belly-button playfully before continuing down, kissing first my left inner thigh, then my right. A hand slipped over my bald pussy, smearing the wetness there that was both mine and Daddy's. His mouth blew warm air across my well fucked flesh and then his tongue zeroed in on my clitoris and I arched my back as again pleasure immeasurable coursed through my body.

Something wet and large slapped against my shoulder and I turned and saw Daddy's cock inches from my face. I moved and took it effortlessly in my mouth, my head dizzy as I tasted Daddy's now familiar semen and my own pussy juices. The combination was a new taste sensation and I was instantly hooked. Eagerly I sucked at Daddy's dick, my tongue busily swirling about to clean him up.

Then Daddy withdrew from my mouth and I would have whined in displeasure, but Daddy hands were guiding me – rolling me over and urging me onto my hands and knees. "Daddy?" I murmured questioningly.

"Shhhh, Pooh – Daddy wants to please his little girl again. I've...dreamed of this," Daddy said softly, pressing himself against me – his chest warm and scratchy against my back and his arms tight around my body. He kissed the nape of my neck, even as he pulled me upright – his cock between my thighs, his shaft sliding along my pussy lips – the sensation so good, I could almost feel my labia puckering with anticipation. Daddy's hand cupped my breasts again, palms rubbing circles over my hard nipples – the friction making the hairs on my arms stand up.

Daddy leaned me forward, his hands pressing down on my back until I went down, now resting on my knees and elbows, making my tight butt wave higher in the air. Daddy eased back and I felt his hands on my buttocks, spreading them slightly and then his erection was probing my pussy again – finding my slick and spread labia and then I let out a soulful moan as he again plunged into me – his firm thrust burying several inches of his cock inside me again and I bit my lower lip as new and lewd sensations rippled through me as his flanged cock head stroked into me from new angles, filling me up so sweetly.

I dropped my head to the sheets, my voice almost muffled as I moaned, "Yesssss! Oh, Daddy, yessssss! Your daddy cock feels so good!" Incestuous pleasure swept over me – my fingers clawing at the sheets as Daddy's arms went around my waist and he began to fuck me steadily from behind. I was stunned as I realized that from this position, Daddy was now again plundering virgin flesh – somehow sinking deeper into my pussy than the first time! 

"Fu-fuck me, Daddy! FUCK ME HARD!" I screamed as pleasure expanded into ecstasy, growing greater each time Daddy impaled me with his long, thick dick. Again, I was swept away in the illicit joy of being fucked, being fucked by my father and that my daddy was fucking me doggie-style! I was quickly rendered nearly helpless – held up by Daddy's strong arms while my ears were filled with the loud and wet slaps of flesh against flesh as Daddy fucked me from behind.

"Sweet girl...my sweet Pooh – Damn, little girl, I love your tight pussy!" Daddy moaned, his voice hoarse with desire. His hands slid up my waist to cup my tits again, fingers digging painfully into my firm tits and using his grip for leverage as he slammed into me faster and harder. "Love you, Pooh...Daddy loves you so much!"

"L-love y-you, tooooo!" I wailed back, feeling myself being raised up by Daddy. One hand left my breasts and suddenly there were fingers intertwined in my curly hair, pulling my head back farther, arching my back as I felt Daddy's lips on my cheek. He fucked me without mercy then, holding me against him, rolling his hips and thrusting forward to bury himself deep in my young womb again and again. My lips found his and we kissed messily and erotically, tongues slathering against each other before, during and after each slobbery wet kiss.

Daddy's hand left my hair and slid back over my body – caressing my shoulder, my right tittie and then slipped over my flat belly to find my cock filled cunt, fingers sweeping over the wrinkled and sopping wet folds of flesh and then bracketing my clitoris which he teased as I broke off a wet kiss to scream as I orgasmed – my pussy tightening around Daddy's throbbing cock!

I could only hang limp in Daddy's grasp, my body convulsing in the throes of carnal ecstasy as he fucked me, him groaning in pleasure as he wormed his cock in and out of my greedily grasping pussy. Abruptly, Daddy stopped and I whined as I felt him withdraw completely. Daddy was gasping for air – his face red with effort as I realized he'd been fucking me for many minutes. He gave a halting laugh and said, "Just got to take a breather, Pooh – reckon I'm not gonna be cumming too quick!"

Daddy fell onto his back, looking both sexy and funny with his body slick with sweat and his erect cock waving in the air. As my own orgasmic sensations waned, I knew I had to have more of Daddy's dick and I giggled and said, "Let me do the work for a while, Daddy!" I scrambled on top of him – moving into a squat over his hard-on and taking it in hand. "My turn to fuck my daddy!" I purred as Daddy's eyes grew wide at the wantonness of his daughter.

I trembled with excitement as I rubbed the head of my father's cock against my wet flesh, sending new tremors of pleasure through my body. "You are so big, Daddy!" I sighed as I eased down and his cock head popped inside me. "I love you, Daddy...I love your big cock!" I whispered in my sexiest little girl voice as I slowly impaled myself on my daddy's erect penis. I gave a low and lewd mewl as I felt Daddy expanding me, drilling deeper inside me and making me feel more like a real woman than ever before.

Daddy's dick seemed to go on forever inside me until finally I felt his wiry pubic hair tickling my bald pussy. I gave a little wriggle, making my firm tits bounce a little and wrinkled my nose at Daddy and said, "I love how fucking huge you feel in me, Daddy!" And I did...Daddy's cock was again at the limits of virgin territory. I rolled my hips to see if I could him any deeper into my womb, but like a perfectly fitting glove, my pussy was absolutely packed with his cock, almost as if it had been meant this way...Daddy and Daughter joined together – cock and pussy as God had wanted it to be.

Orgasm washed over me and I almost fainted from the intensity, reaching out with my hands to steady myself on Daddy's chest – fingernails raking light, bloody lines on his flesh. Neither of us seemed able to speak – rendered mute by our incestuous joy and capable of only sighs and moans. My world went gray for a moment, leaving my consciousness awash in an ocean of ecstasy and then I was back, impaled perfectly on Daddy's cock, his eyes locked onto mine as we said, "I love you," silently to each other.

As my orgasm receded in intensity, I slowly began to rock atop Daddy and that was sinfully sweet. I got my feet positioned and slowly rose up a few inches and then slowly dropped back down and almost swooned. I never imagined a cock producing so much pleasure. I think Daddy felt it too as he managed to gasp, "So fucking sweet, Pooh! Daddy is so proud of you, baby girl!"

Daddy's words felt almost as good as his cock and I began to slowly ride him, rising up enough to savor the sensation of Daddy's cock scraping along my pussy flesh, but never, never letting him escape my clasping lips. I slowly eased into a steady motion, whispering, "I love you, Daddy," as I fucked him – holding his hands against my breasts after he reached out and began to squeeze and caress them.

It was my turn to sweat madly with carnal effort, dripping perspiration as I bounced atop Daddy's cock – drops of sweat splattering against Daddy's chest as I felt him filling me up again and again...orgasmic explosions temporarily halting my efforts as I sobbed and cummed again and again!




Soothing My Daddy Ch. 02



I don't know how long I rode Daddy, fucking that glorious cock. It seemed like hours...even days of being immersed in his love. I reckon it was just minutes, but for the first time, I understood the concept of perfection. Making love to Daddy was the very manifestation of perfect and I never wanted it to end...at least until Daddy gasped, "I'm gonna cum, Pooh – sweet lord, I'm gonna cum in you, little girl!"

Just Daddy announcing his need to climax sent me over the edge and I was already sliding into orgasm when I fully impaled myself on his swelling cock one last time, feeling his head nudging my cervix and then there was a fiery flood of semen inside me – steaming jets of Daddy sperm filling me up and I wailed soulfully and collapsed atop Daddy, helpless as my hips ground instinctively against Daddy's crotch, willing his seed to invade me deeply.

Suddenly, Daddy's hands were on my face, tilting my head back even as he leaned in and kissed me and we smooched loudly and wetly while his cock throbbed and ejaculated in my womb, Daddy flinging his hips upward just enough to make me cry out – a bit surprised that amidst the firestorm of my orgasm, he could induce even more pleasure with his wonderful penis.

As our mutual orgasm began to wind down, I found myself fighting to stay awake – my weariness from being fucked so magnificently overwhelming my desire to savor the sweet sensation of having Daddy's cock still nestled inside me. My last thoughts were of sighing, "I love you so much, Daddy," and maybe hearing him reply, "I love you, my sweet, sweet Pooh."

My God, how my life changed that night. I awoke happier than I had ever been and somewhat abashed that at the grand old age of eighteen, I had pretty much believed that I was knowledgeable of the world and that I'd pretty much figured out the sex thing even though before Daddy I had only been a virgin. Only in the lovely afterglow of that first night of making love and fucking Daddy did I realize what a child I had been...so arrogant and foolish.

My new life begun the next morning when I vowed to myself to be Daddy's disciple and learn as much as I could from him and to be his forevermore. That first weekend, Daddy and I went at it with the intensity of young honeymooners and in a way, that's what we were. I never had to say it but I was Daddy's wife now. We weren't sure how we'd work it all out once Mama returned from Amelia's, but there was no going back and there was no giving each other up. Daddy and I had a hunger for each other that was insatiable.

When Daddy returned to work on Monday, he moved a little slowly, his cock red and sore from fucking and sucking. Even then, his magnificent cock twitched eagerly when I gave him a little kiss on the tip goodbye. For my part, I walked funny for half a week, enduring teasing from some of my girlfriends and some unhappy grilling from my now ex-boyfriend, Billy.

At home, Daddy and I couldn't keep our hands and mouths off each other and every night ended with his cum in my cunt or in my mouth...often both. Daddy's leg cramps and pains completely vanished and he even lost a little weight and the look of utter weariness evaporated from his face. Daddy looked happier and ten years younger and that pleased me nearly as much as having his cock inside me.

Of course, we knew and dreaded that this couldn't go on forever – that sooner or later, Mama would be returning home.  Our first inkling of that was the phone call from Mama telling us that Amelia had given birth, another son...healthy and squalling. Daddy and I drove the five hours to Atlanta...although in truth, it was more like six hours because Daddy fucked me behind a big trucking center when our lust just overwhelmed us. 

It was a test of my control that I arrived at Amelia's and hugged Mama while feeling my panties soaked with Daddy sperm that leaked from my well fucked pussy. Of course, any guilt I might have had vanished when Mama began fussing at me because to her, "Your daddy looks thin – you should be taking better care of him."

Daddy rushed to my defense, replying, "Pooh's taking great care of me, Helen. I've lost a little weight because..." Daddy tossed me a casual wink that made my cum filled cunt flutter as he finished, "Because I've been getting more exercise...a lot more exercise."

Mama just snorted and muttered something under her breath about a 'lazy girl's sorry cooking.' I ignored her and spent most of my visit being a good Aunt Lilly to my older niece and nephew and 'oohing and ahhing' over the new baby. Mama and Daddy went off by themselves several times to "talk" and whatever the subject, neither looked pleased when they came back. I wondered if Mama suspected him and me, but all inquiring looks at Daddy got a gentle smile and a shake of the head in reply.

The first evidence of their talks came during dinner with Amelia's family when Mama brought up her business, mentioning that not only had her office been running smoothly in her absence, "I trained Bettina and Tim well," but that the corporate office had her looking at a local agency that was having trouble to see if she had any insight into how to fix things. "Can you imagine, they want me to take it over and run it."

Mama gave me a rare smile. "What do you think, Lillian – wouldn't it be nice to live in Atlanta instead of some old smelly paper mill factory town?"

I paused in mid-chew, my mouth opening in surprise, drawing a frown from Mama. It was several seconds before I could respond with, "Mama...I don't want to leave home...not now. I love our town. I love our house."

Mama rolled her eyes and sneered, "You sound just like your father. You wouldn't know a good thing if it bit you in the ass!"

Amelia made a small grunting noise, looking at Mama and rolling her eyes towards the little ones. Daddy spoke up then, "Nobody's moving anywhere. I'm no where near retiring and I'm not moving." He glanced up from his tuna casserole and added, "Period." 

Mama rolled her eyes again and then scooted back her seat and excused herself, leaving in a bit of a huff. In the uncomfortable silence that followed, Amelia broke the silence by saying, "You would love it here, Daddy. Lord knows Mama does." My big sister spared me a withering glance and said, "I'd think you'd like it here too, Lilly – there's a lot of good schools and so much more to do."

I shook my head and the uncomfortable silence resumed. It was only when Amelia and I were alone, cleaning up the dishes, that she spoke up and said, "There's another reason Mama wants Daddy to move up here. Mama thinks Daddy might be cheating on her."

I felt my cheeks burning as I tried to bluff my way through responding, "That's just bullshit, Amelia. Daddy goes to work and comes home and that's it." I focused on washing the dishes and telling myself that if I hadn't exactly told the truth, I hadn't exactly told a lie.

"Well, Mama says he seems too happy and relaxed. She thinks he's screwing around on her."

"Maybe it's because he hasn't had to put up with all her happy bullshit." I snapped. I paused and turned to look at my sister. "Besides, why should she care? Mama told me she'd cut Daddy off years ago."

Amelia laughed...a cold, unsympathetic laugh that reminded me so much of Mama. "Yeah, I know." She reached out and took my hand, "If Daddy were cheating...you'd at least tell me wouldn't you, Lilly?"

I rolled my eyes and replied crisply, "I promise you, Amelia. If I ever catch Daddy out with another woman, you'll be the first to know." Amelia stared at me for a moment and I feared for a second that she saw right through me and knew my secret, but then she nodded and excused herself to go nurse the new baby.

The trip couldn't end quickly enough for me and I was thrilled to wave goodbye and head north with Daddy, scooting across the seat to cuddle up to him as soon as we'd gotten out of sight. "God, Daddy, I've missed you!" I murmured, feeling wet and gooey already between my legs – amazed at how only two days of abstinence could make me so horny.

Daddy dropped his hand onto my bare left leg and slid it up under the blue jean skirt I was wearing and smiling when he discovered I had no panties on. "I can tell, Pooh." His fingers fluttered along my labia, prodding them to flower open wider. "I missed you too."

Nothing more was said for a while as we negotiated Atlanta's maddening traffic and eventually got on I-75 northbound. Daddy played and teasingly fingered me the whole time so that by the time we were free of the city, I was already squirming and moaning – the car reeking of my wet pussy creams and me close to orgasm.

Daddy's fingers masterfully twirled and probed inside my cunt as I sobbed and cried, violently shaking my head as Daddy made me cum hard – both from his expertise and from sheer need. When I finally slumped down beside him, Daddy pulled his fingers from my tight pussy with a wet pop and held them up, putting my glistening juices and clumps of creamy cum on his fingers on display. Daddy took his eyes off the road just long enough to wink at me before he put one finger in his mouth and lewdly and loudly sucked it off. I reached out and took him by the wrist and then sat up on my knees and sucked my own juices off his middle finger, slowly running my lips up and down his digit.

"Damn, Pooh," Daddy muttered, his voice full of lust. "Now we're gonna have to make a stop." I kept sucking Daddy's finger until we got a few miles down the road and reached a rest stop – my father veering quickly off the road and taking us to the far end of the car parking area.

I let his finger slip from my lips and said in a sexy little girl voice, "Does Daddy need his big ol thang sucked?" Daddy's response was to unbuckle his belt and open his slacks to free his big erection – the head of his cock an angry and insistent purple. "Oh, yummy, Daddy!" I said in the same voice and dropped my head in his lap. I opened wide and hungrily wrapped my lips around Daddy's cock, letting it slide deep into my throat – the knowledge that I was sucking my father giving me as strong a thrill as it had the first time.

At the this angle, I couldn't keep my eyes on Daddy's face constantly, but with each upward movement as my lips and tongue kissed and teased the head of his cock, I would look upward and give Daddy a loving look. Once in a while, I would let him slip from my lips so I could tell him, "I love sucking your big cock, Daddy," before gobbling him up at again.

Daddy's strong hand came up to cup the back of my head – fingers stroking the back of my neck and then gently ruffling my black curly mop as he whispered, "I love you, Pooh," over and over again. I fluttered my tongue over his spongy head and rolled it up and down his long shaft, sucking and licking eagerly, knowing that after two days, it wouldn't take Daddy long.

Quick enough, I heard Daddy gasp courteously, "Pooh...gonna cum, baby!" Daddy always warned me in case I didn't want his load, but eating Daddy's semen was something I knew I would never tire of. In response, I let him slip from my mouth until I had only the head of his cock trapped between my lips and then I sucked him furiously while my tongue whirled madly around.

"LOVE YOU, POOH!" Daddy grunted and his hips rose as he began to cum – two days worth of pent up hot and creamy semen and I gurgled approvingly as I drank his sperm, sucking at his penis to spur on his ejaculations. I felt a little lightheaded – overwhelmed with love for my father and in my eagerness, I allowed a little streamer of spunk to escape my lips and dribble down my chin. I focused my attention on sucking Daddy dry and then continued to suck him until he had to push me away because the sensations were too intense.

"I LOVE YOUR CUM, DADDY!" I cried loudly as I sat up while scooping up the escaped remnants of his semen and sucked them off my finger. I kissed him on the cheek and hugged him even as I became aware that we were not exactly alone. A few feet in front of our car in the grass, stood a man – maybe Daddy's age or a little older – dark hair shot through with gray underneath a straw fedora, holding the leash of a preoccupied York Terrier. 

The man looked at us with what appeared to be shock and awe and I felt both embarrassed and aroused knowing that some stranger knew exactly what I'd been doing. I giggled and waggled my fingers at the man in a sort of girly wave. A grin broke out on his face and he waved back, tipped his hat to us both and wandered off in a bit of a good-humored daze. Daddy looked at me and said, "I reckon it's time to go."

I giggled and as I tucked Daddy's cock back inside his pants, said, "Don't be embarrassed, Daddy. I'm not." I kissed him on the cheek again and said in a husky voice, "Daddy, I'd fuck you in the middle of Times Square under a neon sign that said, 'Pooh loves her daddy more than anything!'"

Daddy snorted and said, "Well...we probably aint going that far."

I snuggled up against Daddy, feeling loved and safe and after several miles had rolled by, said, "Mama thinks you're cheating on her."

Daddy nodded and replied, "Yep...and she's right. She says a man don't look as happy as I am unless he's getting laid."

I pursed my lips into a pout and said, "I don't think we're cheating. I just took Mama's place when she gave you up."

"Well, she's pretty suspicious. Guess she wants to get me out of town and to Atlanta where she can keep her thumb on me."

I felt my heart do a flip. "Daddy, we're...you're not moving to Atlanta?"

Daddy snorted again and said, "Sweetie...I actually like my job and I don't plan to retire for another ten-twelve years." He looked over at me and reached out and squeezed my leg. "I also happen to love my house and the young woman who lives there with me. We're not going anywhere, Pooh."

And we didn't. Once we got home, Daddy and I resumed our loving daddy-daughter lifestyle – him going to work and me to school and spending the rest of our time loving and fucking each other. Daddy had me in every position possible in every room of the house. Breakfast often concluded with me on my knees sucking Daddy off and sending him to work with a smile on his face and me to school with a bellyful of fresh semen. Supper usually ended with me bent over the kitchen table and Daddy taking me from behind. Bedtime found us cuddled together, limbs intertwined as our bodies cooled from making love and we slipped into a restful and hard earned slumber. Life was...in a word, heaven!

And then Mama came home. She'd stayed with Amelia for five months and we'd gone down periodically to visit in order to coo over the baby, play with the youngsters and to allow Mama and Daddy an opportunity to argue over Mama's desire to move us to Atlanta. Spring was in the air and Mama was now determined to force Daddy's hand.

I came home from school to find Mama and Daddy sitting once more at the kitchen table. My disappointment over my plans to have a nice afternoon fuck with Daddy was tempered by my concern for the obvious storm clouds over their heads. Mama didn't have to say a word, but stared angrily at an empty chair. I sat my backpack down and slid into the seat. "Hi, Mama – good to have you home."

Mama ignored my pleasantries and got right to the point. "I came back to end this nonsense and move us to Atlanta."

"What nonsense is that, Mama?" I asked, trying to sound ignorant and innocent at the same time.

"All this damned foolishness. Your daddy has worked thirty years in that damned paper mill and he can retire. Between my salary and his pension, we can live quite handsomely. Once we sell the house, you can live at whatever school you chose. Stay in Tennessee or come to Georgia." She didn't add it, but her tone all but said it for her that she didn't really care what I did.

"What if Daddy doesn't want to move. We both love it here and we love this house!"

"We're moving," Mom nearly screamed, almost rising out of her chair to snap at me. "Things are going to change. Your father and I are moving to Atlanta and whatever little whore he's hiding and you're covering up for can go to hell. This nonsense is over!"

Daddy started to speak, but I beat him to it. "Yes, this nonsense is going to stop, Mama. I'm not moving and neither is Daddy and I am not 'covering up' for some other woman." I did stand up and got right in Mama's face as I snarled, "Daddy never took up with any whore. He works like a dog to support you and me and he comes home every goddamned day and spends it with me...with ME, Mama – the only woman in this family that isn't afraid to love him like he deserves!"

And just like that, understanding blossomed in Mama's eyes. She sat back as if I slapped her, looking over at Daddy and then back at me. I moved to stand beside Daddy, draping an arm over his shoulder possessively as I looked scornfully at my mother. Her eyes grew frosty and I'm sure she was picturing just how close her husband and daughter were. Finally, she muttered, "John?" packing a boatload of questions into one word.

Daddy nodded and said, "This is the way it is, Helen. I'm not moving and neither is Pooh. We love this place and we love each other." Just to make sure Mama had no misperceptions, Daddy drove it home by adding, "Pooh and I love each other like a man and woman should love."

For a moment, I thought Mama's angry and bitter façade might crack...that she might see all that she had pissed away and I had just a second's chance to wonder what might happen if it did. In my heart, I thought I still loved them both enough to step out of the picture if my mother came to her senses, but then Mama shoved away from the table and almost spit at us, "You two deserve each other...rot in hell!" Mama went upstairs and came back a few minutes later with a bag, got back into her car and I haven't seen her since.

Daddy just shook his head and pulled me into his lap. "Well...I reckon that went about as good as it could've possibly gone. I guess it's just you and me now, Pooh." His arm reached around me to pull me against him, his hand resting comfortably on my left breast. I could feel my heart pounding and my nipples hardening as I realized that Daddy was now mine...exclusively mine!

Still, I wondered if this was going to bring trouble with it. "Daddy, do you think Mama will...um, tell on us?"

Daddy chuckled and shook his head. "Oh no, Helen's terrible pride will never let her reveal it. I loved your mother...hell, I reckon I still do, but Pooh, your mama was and is the most prideful woman I ever met." Daddy stood up, me sliding to my feet as he towered over me, his hands now on my shoulders. 

Daddy kissed me...slow and gently...a lovers' kiss. "It's just us now, Pooh, the first day of the rest of our lives together. What would you like to do?"

I grinned and said, "Well...on the way home, before I realized Mama was here, I was thinking maybe you and me could go upstairs and take a nap."

Daddy grinned and arched an eyebrow. "A nap, baby...really?"

I giggled and said, "Well, not really. I was thinking that maybe we could have some fun...work on some mathematics...like maybe a sixty-nine and then afterwards, a nap before supper."

Daddy smiled and turned, taking my hand as he moved towards the hallway. "I like that...math was always my favorite subject." Daddy proved again to me how adept he was at things associated with numbers as I struggled to suck his cock appropriately while he expertly tongued and licked my quivering pussy through one orgasm after another, beginning a new chapter in our love affair.

At home, we were now more like a loving man and wife than ever before and whatever regret Daddy might have had over losing Mama, I very quickly made him forget, loving him as he deserved to be loved...making him the center of my world and his happiness my most fervent desire. He reciprocated, our hearts growing as intimate as our bodies...discovering that our likes and interests went beyond the bedroom.




Soothing My Daddy Ch. 02



By the time I graduated, the divorce was final. Citing irreconcilable differences, Mama filed for divorce and Daddy took a shellacking in the settlement – taking out a new mortgage on the house to pay Mama more than her fair share of its value. Daddy did it without complaint, telling me, "What's a house payment compared to coming home every night to a wonderful and loving woman like you, Pooh?"

In late June, Daddy and I took a trip to North Carolina to visit Asheville and the famous mansion there. Daddy called it our honeymoon trip and to my pleased surprise, he actually meant it to be just that. Maybe an hours' drive into the lovely mountains there in a little town that seemed like it was stuck in time a hundred years past, he paid a justice of the peace to "marry" us...no paperwork of course, but just the words and the vow to each other before God.

When Daddy slipped a lovely gold ring on my finger with a small, perfect diamond and said huskily, "With this ring, I thee wed," I was almost in tears – my love for my father nearly overwhelming me. 

After the justice of the peace pronounced us 'man and wife' and urged Daddy to kiss the bride and he did, taking his time about it and kissing me long and slowly, his tongue dancing with mine and then whispering, "I love you, Pooh," in my ear, I did cry, tears of pure love and joy streaming down my face.

We spent that night...that honeymoon night in an isolated cabin nestled deep in the mountains outside Ashville and Daddy fucked me so wonderfully – him between my thighs, my legs wrapped tightly around him as he slowly worked his long, thick cock in and out of my pussy...my fingernails clawing bloody trails down his back as I had orgasm after orgasm, both of us crying out our passion as he filled my womb with his hot, creamy semen.

In the afterglow of our lovemaking, we cuddled and kissed. Finally, at some point when Daddy had caught his breath, he said softly, "My God, Pooh – that was incredible...like I was taking your virginity again."

I nuzzled Daddy's chest and purred in utter contentment, "I know...I love knowing you're the only man to have me...every time with you is like..." I paused and then sang in a little girl's voice, "Like a virgin...touched for the very first time." We both laughed and kissed again, our tongues sliding deliciously against each other even as a thought occurred to me...one I had had before but had never worked up the courage to bring up with my loving father.".

Breaking the kiss, still in my little girl's voice, I whispered, "Daddy...I am still a virgin in one sense of the word."

Daddy sat up and looked at me...the slightly damp sheets pulled up to just below my full, perky breasts. "Pooh?" he said in a slightly mystified tone. Then his eyes went wide and he gasped, "Oh, baby! Surely, you're joking, Pooh...I'd tear you wide open!"

I giggled and said, "No you wouldn't, Daddy. Who better to offer my anal cherry to than my loving daddy...and husband?" I snaked my hand underneath the covers and was delighted to feel my father's cock quickly growing erect. "Besides, I can tell that you really do like the idea." I crawled up into my father's lap, feeling his hard-on slid along the length of my still tingling labia. In an almost obscenely innocent little girl voice, I said plaintively, "Daddy, won't you please fuck your little girl up her ass?"

"I fucking love you, Pooh," Daddy growled in a sex fueled snarl and then suddenly I was atop Daddy, his strong arms spinning me around until we were in the now very familiar sixty-nine position. "Get Daddy nice and sloppy wet, Pooh!" Daddy commanded me as he spread my butt cheeks. "I'll do the same for you!" I moaned before slipping my lips around Daddy's cock as I felt his hot, wet tongue slithering along the crack of my ass before tonguing my little brown hole.

My head was swimming with erotic anticipation as I sucked my father, tasting my own cunt creams on his throbbing cock while he wetly slurped at my asshole, his tongue going rigid again and again to probe at my backdoor, seeking entry into my anus. Daddy's fingers found their way into my semen filled pussy and I crooned around a mouthful of cock as he stirred the sloppy mixture around in my cunt...my heart beginning to pound wildly as his fingers slipped free of my well fucked vagina and then began to probe at my asshole too.

"DADDY, YES!" I moaned, his cock slipping from my mouth as orgasmic tremors exploded inside me as his middle finger wormed its way past my yielding sphincter. It didn't hurt although it felt passing strange to have anyone, let alone my daddy fingering my butthole. I squirmed atop Daddy for what seemed an eternity, but was probably no more than a couple of minutes, savoring this new and wicked feeling. I tried to resume sucking Daddy's dick, slurping at it wetly, leaving it slick with my saliva, but probably spent as much time moaning with pleasure as I did sucking.

Suddenly, Daddy shot into hurried motion and I was again on my back, Daddy's strong hands holding my ankles as he draped them over his shoulders and leaned in, curling me up like a fleshy ball until my knees were nearly bracketing my ears. I took a sudden deep breath as suddenly I felt something a lot bigger than a finger nudging my asshole. "Daddy..." I moaned with both anticipation and fear.

"I love you, Pooh." Daddy murmured, staring down at me with so much love and lust. "I love you...daughter...wife!" Daddy flexed his hips and I cried out as the head of his cock pressed relentlessly against my partially relaxed sphincter – which tightened up in response to the cock assault upon it, but too late as the head of Daddy's cock wormed its way up my back door. It did hurt even as my body also recognized pleasure that seemed so familiar yet alien at the same time.

I was huffing and puffing, tears rolling down my face as Daddy paused for a minute and then surged forward, filling my anus with another inch or two of his huge cock! I flung my head back and screamed with pain and delight, unable to separate the two intense sensations. "DADDDDYYYYY!" I shrieked even as his hips made another thrust and drove more of his cock up my ass. I tried to claw his back and shoulders, but wasn't able to get my arms to cooperate – my fingernails tearing at the sheets instead. My legs went into spasm – sticking straight out above Daddy's head – my toes clenched as a pain laced orgasm ripped through me.

Daddy held himself in place, buried inside me, being patient although my own ecstatic writhing actually resulted in more of his cock slipping up my anus. Only when my orgasmic storm seemed to be waning did Daddy begin moving again...this time slowly withdrawing...my anal ring clinging tightly to his cock before he drove forward again, driving the breath from my body and making my head spin madly as my orgasm renewed like gasoline being thrown on the fire. 

In truth, at first it felt exactly as Daddy had warned...like he was splitting me in two, but with each stroke Daddy took in and out of my ass, the pain lessened and the pleasure increased...pure carnal pleasure laced with incestuous ecstasy. As Daddy fucked me in the ass, the rightness of our joining was undeniable. I had an overwhelming feeling that that this had always been our destiny...that Mama had merely been a means – a way station on Daddy's path to becoming the lover of his daughter.

As Daddy's hard, solid weight fell on me again and again, focusing to an erotic point that was the tip his long, hard penis, I could not conceive of a world that would have allowed for anything else. Daddy and I were soul mates...privileged as few ever are to know perfect and pure love as we possessed.

Everything around us become part of this erotic moment. Daddy's hard breathing...the smell of our sweaty bodies and the sound of them wetly slapping together. That nearly indescribable noise of his cock worming in and out of my asshole blending with the creaking of the bed springs we were taxing to their limit. My cries and sobs amidst declaration of love for my father and husband mixed with the unmistakable aromas of man/woman sex...all of it coming together in a swelling symphony of love and lust until finally Daddy cried out, "POOH, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" as he made one last deep thrust and filled my asshole with blasts of fiery semen.

"I LOVE YOU, DADDYYYY!" I screamed, finding the strength to fling myself against Daddy's groin and bury the head of his ejaculating cock a little deeper up my anus. "CU-CU-CUMMMING DADDDDDYYYY! LOVE Y-YOUR CU-CUMMMM!"

Daddy seemed to cum buckets up my ass...his climax seeming to go on forever. Longer still was it before my sphincter relaxed enough to let him slip out of my butthole. I curled up against Daddy as he kissed the tears of pleasure from my face, both of us whispering "I love you," to each other as our hearts slowly resumed their normal beating and our bodies quit gasping for air.

In Daddy's arms, I felt safe and loved as never before and as I slipped into a dreamy sleep, I relished both the sensation of feeling Daddy's seed in both my holes and the knowledge that I faced a lifetime of being loved like this.

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In the years since, neither Daddy nor I have had any cause for regret. We never heard from Mama again, although after a few years, Amelia and I began trading the occasional letter and Christmas cards. She tells me that Mama is happy, maniacally focused on becoming the number one insurance agent in Atlanta. Apparently she still has no need for a man as Amelia says she never dates.

Daddy is well and for a man in his early sixties, his doctor says he has the heart of a man half his age and that he'll be around for decades to come. Daddy says it's because I gave him a life worth living for...a loving daughter and wife and two loving children of our own. In my third year of college, I became pregnant and gave Daddy the son he had always wanted...John Junior or J.J. as we call him. I decided to put off finishing my degree and focused on providing a loving home for Daddy and our son. Two years later, I gave Daddy another child...our beautiful little girl, Danielle, who Daddy often refers to as Pooh Junior.

Eventually, with Daddy's help, I bought the bakery and despite the occasional slur against my character, I have built up quite the business – selling homemade breads and donuts and cakes.

Oh yes, there was quite the speculation about John's round heeled daughter who got knocked up by persons unknown while whoring around Knoxville, but both Daddy and I let such remarks roll off our shoulders like raindrops from a spring shower. We are a loving family and Daddy's ardor for me has never cooled. Nothing else matters.

Now, when I wake up hearing Daddy's footsteps on the floorboards, I don't worry. He's simply checking on our babies...tucking the blankets in so they won't be cold, bringing them a drink of water or reassuring them if they had a bad dream. I know that in only a few minutes, Daddy will return to our bed to slip beneath the covers and if he needs soothing himself, he knows that in his daughter's loving arms, his little Pooh will soothe her Daddy's needs.

The End.