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This Ain't Lolita

By: GuyNY



Part One

This is not a nice story.

This is a story about me and my father, and it's about good decisions as well as bad ones. Jesus fucking Christ, I don't know why I'm telling it at all. It's not one of those perfect little fairytales where my Daddy ends up taking care of me forever and somehow we end up the perfect sick and twisted little couple. I mean come on. That's just fucked up.

Don't get me wrong. It is the story of how I got him to fuck me, how I fucked his friend, and how I... Okay I may make you wait for the next part, but you get the idea. So, if this sort of things grosses you out or pisses you off then you should probably stop reading because it's not the prettiest story in the world. Sometimes it's romantic and sometimes it's just hot and sweaty, but it's never pretty, because let's face it, fucking isn't pretty. It's not like a flower or a stupid gay fucking rainbow. It's bodies slapping together, making funky ass smells and most often leaving a big mess somewhere.

So deal with it.

Unlike your little fantasy it didn't happen because I accidentally saw Daddy walking from the shower to his room and his cock looked so good I just had to gobble it all up. He didn't rub sunscreen on my back as I lay half naked by the pool, and he didn't walk in on me with two fingers up my cunt as I watched porn on his computer.

I think there are probably three things that made it happen. The first is that one of his friends flirted with me at a party at our house. It wasn't a big deal-I'm kinda used to old dudes creeping on me-but right in the middle of our stupid conversation I saw dad look over at me and he knew. He knew exactly what was going on and he didn't do a fucking thing about it. He didn't get mad, he didn't come over and stop it, and he didn't even bother to pretend he hadn't seen it. He just smiled at me. What the fuck?

The second thing that happened is I caught him crying one night. I know it's stupid, but I walked in on him in the living room and he was crying like a fucking baby. He tried to stand up when I walked in, but I wrapped my arms around him and didn't even ask what was wrong. I just held him like he had held me so many times. It felt normal. It felt natural, and it felt exactly like the right thing to do. He didn't try to kiss me or grope me and I didn't get all turned on by holding him, but it was the first time in my whole life that I felt like I was taking care of him and it felt good. I was being useful and that was a new thing.

The third thing is really stupid. I was at a party and I was totally fucking wasted. Like I was out of my mind gone, and for some reason it felt like a good idea to make out on the couch with some douchebag from school. He was pretty gone too and we kissed and groped and then without really thinking about it I started sucking his cock. It wasn't a big deal. I like sucking cock. I'm not a big whore or anything, but it wasn't the first time and it sure as hell wasn't the last. So, anyway, I'm sucking his cock and he's all drunk and shit, but in the middle of it all he pushes my hair out of my eyes all gentle like and looks me right in eyes.

"Babygirl, that feels so fucking good," he mumbled.

See? I told you it was stupid. Some drunken moron called me Babygirl while I'm blowing him at a party and that was it. There's only one person in the whole world who calls me that and you can bet it's not Chad the goddamn lacrosse king or whatever he plays. I almost stopped when he said it because he looked so stupid and blissed out, but when I closed my eyes it wasn't him any more. I heard the name over and over again in my head and I sucked his cock like a pro. I wrapped my fingers around the base and took his head between my lips before taking him all the way down my throat. I thought he was going to pass out, but he just kept moaning and I kept on sucking. I never wanted to make anyone come that hard in my whole life, and Christ did he come. I thought I was going to choke there was so much, but even then I didn't stop. I swallowed it, and licked it off him, and it wasn't until he pulled me off his dick that I finally let myself breathe.

I actually got up and left two seconds later. Chad was lying there like a dumbass with his dick still out, but I had to go. I wasn't too far from home, so I left my car there (I'm not completely stupid) and stumbled out the door. It was kinda nice out, and I looked up at the stars as I walked the few blocks to my house as I tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. The only thing I knew for sure was that somewhere in the middle I stopped thinking about Chad and started thinking about Daddy.

Part Two

I was freaked out. I had a dream that night that was totally weird, where my dad was somehow at school teaching us about history. Everyone was laughing at me, and I knew I had done something stupid but I wasn't sure what it was. Even he started laughing at me and I woke up crying in the middle of the night.

I finally managed to go back to sleep, and in the morning I woke up like a cat in heat. I don't know if I had another dream or what, but when I woke up I was horny as fuck and there was no way I was getting out of bed without making myself come. I could still taste a bit of Chad in my mouth, despite brushing my teeth, and when I rubbed my pussy I was wetter than ever.

Normally I rub my clit with one hand and finger myself with two fingers with the other. It's pretty straightforward, and it works. I can make myself come that way pretty damn quick and that morning was no exception. I thought about the night before, and even about my fucked up dream, and I felt guilty, stupid, and excited all at the same time. I remembered him calling me Babygirl right in the middle and in my mind I looked up and called him Daddy.

And that was it.

I started coming all over the place like the biggest slut in the world. I had to bite my arm so I wouldn't wake up the house and I must have convulsed on the bed for like fifteen minutes. When I finally stopped I could hardly breath and my sheets were a mess. My fingers were tired, my pussy was tender, and somehow I had managed to bite my lip just enough to make it bleed.

Fuck, I thought as I got up and grabbed a tissue. I put it in my mouth and watched it turn red as I held it there for a while looking at myself in the mirror. I was totally grossed out by myself in every way, but someone I didn't think there was any going back. I thought about his friend creeping on me and remember how he looked over and just smiled. I thought about holding him as he cried against my chest, and I thought about the night before. It was a fucked up combination of love, lust, and confusion and once the blood stopped I crawled back into bed. I pulled the sheet up over my shoulders, my knees up to my chest, and I closed my eyes. I must have slept for another four hours before I finally got out of bed at two in the afternoon.

I didn't spend the day trying figure out how to get my dad to fuck me. Honestly it was still fucking with my head, and unlike some people, I know the difference between fantasy and reality. I know that just because I like it a little rough sometimes doesn't mean I actually want some asshole to rape me. Just because I like to tease my teachers doesn't mean I wouldn't freak out if they took the bait, and just because I had one little fantasy about Daddy didn't mean I was going to do anything about it.

None of that means breakfast wasn't odd.

"How's my Babygirl?" he asked just as I took a sip of orange juice. I almost spit it out all over the table, but I managed to hold it in and just smile.

"Tired. Good. You know."

"You are the most expressive daughter a man could ever want. Maybe you should be a speechwriter. Have you thought about that?"

"And maybe you should be a sarcasm instructor." It was a lame comeback, but I was out of it. Remember, it was a long weird night.

"I've thought about it," he replied, "but you kids don't seem to need much help. It's like you were raised on sarcasm. Sarcasm, Pokeman, and internet porn. I'm so glad I didn't grow up when you did."

"I'm pretty sure you never grew up. Besides, I never liked pokeman."

"Touche," he replied before putting an omelet down in front of me.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Again, with the articulating. My Babygirl really does have a way with words. It's an omelet my dear. It's an omelet with boursin, chives, and fresh garlic. A little sea salt and a touch of hot sauce. Eat up!"

Whatever else you might say about my dad he can cook. I don't know what half the shit is most of the time, but it's always good. Even his stinky cheese omelets are usually amazing, and I ate every last bit of it while he sat there drinking coffee and occasionally looking at the paper.

"Who reads papers anymore?" I asked with my mouth only half full.

"Well, I would normally be reading it on my i-Pad, but I seem to remember that some young lady took it to Starbucks and decided it would look better covered in caramel macchiato."

After three months he still brought that shit up. It was a mistake, and he wasn't even all that angry at the time, but he teased me about it every chance he got. Everyone always tells me how smart he is, and how lucky I am to have such a cool dad, but you know what? I don't like feeling stupid all the fucking time and sometimes he drives me crazy.

I pulled my knees up to my chest with my feet on the chair and took another bite. He just smiled and kept reading, but every once in a he'd look over at me out of the corner of his eye. I kept thinking he was trying to come up with another joke to piss me off, until I looked down into my lap. I was just wearing a pair of boxer shorts-I lost the panties that morning-and they were bunched up around my hips. There weren't super tight, which meant that if you looked the right way, there was my little puss just peaking out.

I was about to move, but fuck it, I was comfortable. Besides, I was suddenly incredibly curious to see if that was what he was looking at. I pretended to focus on my eggs, and I watched him notice me. I realized he wasn't actually reading the paper at all, and sure enough whenever he stole a glance, his eyes went right there. If he was going to tease me, then there was no reason I couldn't do the same thing. Absentmindedly I opened my knees just a bit before knocking them together. I sat there sipping my juice and fidgeting in my chair until he looked about as uncomfortable as he was going to get.

I stood up, grabbed my plate and walked over towards to the dishwasher to put them away. Just before I walked out of the kitchen I leaned down and kissed him right on the lips.

"Thank you for breakfast, Daddy," I whispered. I turned and was back upstairs in my room before he could say a thing.

Part 3

You know what I did when I got back to my room, and don't fucking judge me. I still had no idea what I was feeling and what was going on, but I knew I needed to get off again. I crawled under the light blanket, slipped off the boxers and moved my hands down between my legs. All it took to make me come was thinking about his eyes looking right at me. All it took was the realization that my Daddy had been looking at my cunt, and no matter how hard he had tried, he couldn't help himself.

I showered pretty quickly when I was done and threw on a light cotton dress. It was hot as balls outside, and I didn't want to wear more than I had to. Without thinking about where I was going I yelled that I was going out and I'd be back later. He yelled something back that probably meant sure, have fun, but I couldn't hear him at all. Twenty minutes later I was standing in front of my car on the street I left it at the night before wondering where the hell I had left my keys.

I finally walked up to the door of the house and pushed it open. The place was still a mess from the party and people were either wandering around looking hungover, or still passed out on the couches and floor. My keys were on the table next to the couch, and good old Chad was still lying there. Thankfully his dick was back in his pants, but otherwise he didn't look much different.

"Hey Jessica," he said grabbing my arm. "That was awesome last night. When you gonna let me fuck you?"

"Fuck off Chad," I said shaking free. He was an okay guy, but that was a pathetic line. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door.

"Babygirl, wait!" I heard him say. I stopped in my tracks and looked at him. He was tall and skinny and actually pretty good-looking. He worked out and got a decent hair cut, and for a second I wanted to do it. I wanted to drag him upstairs and let him fuck my brains out as long as he kept calling me that name. I wanted to keep my eyes closed and pretend he was someone else, and it was actually hard to resist for a minute.

"Come on, I want to eat your little pussy," he pleaded, and that was it. He was a fucking kid and luckily for me he knew just how to break the mood.

I walked out the door without saying a word and got into my car. I turned the keys, put it in drive and just started moving. I didn't know where I was going or why, but some part of me was terrified to go home because I wasn't sure what I would do. I'm fucking crazy, I kept telling myself over and over again, and it was true. The longer I drove, the crazier I felt, and with each passing minute I realized that there was no way out. As much as I tried to imagine it not happening I couldn't get around it. No matter how hard I tried, there was no way I wasn't going to tease him and play with him until he either grounded me for life or fucked the shit out of me.

"Fuck!" I screamed as I kept driving.

Part 4

There's a ton of typos in this story. Fucking deal with it. Nabokov had a copy editor and I guarantee you he was worth every dime. If you're a grammar Nazzi then stick to the classics. You big perv.

Part 5

I do in fact have a mom. She lives across town and I spend a few weeks with each of them taking turns. I don't really want to talk about mom though, and so I'm not going to. The only reason I bring her up at all is so you understand I had a time limit. In a week I was going back to her house and while it wasn't that far away, I wanted to do something before then. There was no way I was going to wait another three weeks before anything happened, because if I did I was going to either be the most sexually frustrated girl in the entire world or I was going to be the first woman to explode from lack of sex.

When I finally got home and disappeared back into my room I made a list. I didn't write it down, because that would have been retarded, but I made a list in my head and I went over it ten times.

I could cry and make him come up and comfort me. In the middle of it all I'd wrap my arms around him and kiss his cheek. Then I'd kiss his mouth, and then I'd tell him he had to fuck me to make it all better.

Yeah, 'cause that would work.

My second choice was the big slutty one. I could prance around the house in my underwear, let him overhear me talking to a girlfriend on the phone about how I love sucking cock, and offer to rub his shoulders when he gets home from work. I'd rub up against him, tell him to relax, and then magically he'd just let me take his cock out and put it in my mouth. Right. It would be just like that.

The rest of the list included: watching a dirty movie together, having one of my friends slip up and tell him I wanted him, asking him to rub my thighs because they were sore from running, climbing into bed with him in the middle of the night totally naked, and the best of all was the wonderful idea of just getting in the shower with him and asking him to wash my tits.

The list sucked.

Just because he looked at me a few times over breakfast didn't mean he was ready to bend me over the kitchen table. He was smart and honest, and he was so nice to everyone that I almost felt guilty. I was going to have to be smart as well, and I didn't like that idea at all.

Luckily for me, he had two friends coming over that afternoon. Most dads would sit around with their buddies watching baseball or cooking huge chunks of meat on the grill and talking about bitches. While he wasn't lame enough to have a model train set, he was weird enough that he played bocce ball. His friends came over on the weekend and they all hung out in the backyard drinking micro-brewed beer and rolling balls around on the grass trying to hit other balls.

"Aren't you going out tonight?" Daddy asked as I sat down on a lawn chair to watch them play with their balls.

"If you don't want me hanging around, I'm happy to go out. I think there's a party somewhere with some drunk frat boys I could be making out with."

"Just watch your drink and make him wear a condom," he said before rolling his ball down the lawn.

"You guys have the weirdest relationship," Mike said. He was the friend who had flirted with me that night a few weeks back, and even now he looked over at me more than once.

"When you have a daughter as smart as mine, it feels silly to talk to her like a kid. Right Babygirl?"

"Yes Daddy-poo. We too big now for baby talk. We smart daddy and daughter. We super smart."

"That's my girl," he said looking over at me with a smile. Why did he have to do that? His smile was fucking perfect and the fact is he didn't treat me like a little kid. He let me do what I liked and he actually trusted me. Sometimes a bit too much.

"Yeah, how come you aren't going out? When I was your age, I was..."

My dad interrupted Paul with a cough before he could finish his sentence. Paul was definitely the geekiest of the group, but he was an okay looking dude for an old man. He was always nice to me, but he was nervous all the time and never talked to me for more than a few minutes.

"I don't feel like going anywhere. I just want to sit here with my book and some of those fancy beers you kids are drinking. I'm so over high school parties."

"Oh yes, now you're a big college girl. Or will be in August, right?"

Mike liked to call me a big girl whenever he got the chance and it was actually a bit creepy. He sounded like Mr. Rogers on crack and it always made me clench my legs together just a bit. He wasn't gross, or unpleasant, but I didn't want it to go any further than flirting. At least most of the time. I just nodded.

"You can have a beer if you get me one too," dad said. I was about to say something but decided to keep my mouth shut. I ran into the house, pulled two beers out of his beer fridge, and went back out. Mike opened them with the opener he had hanging on his key chain, and I sat back down to my book with a cold bottle of some weird IPA from the East Coast. The book was good and the beer was delicious. After half the bottle I had a little buzz going on, and I wondered if there might be something to the fancy crap that we were missing with our Coronas.

Part Six

"Paul, can you explain this to me?"

He walked over to my lawn chair and I opened my legs wide enough for him to sit down. I flattened my dress, but I saw the look in his eye when I leaned over towards him. I held up the book and pointed to the sentence I wanted help with.

"It's an anthropology term. It's like, how well connected you are in an intellectual sense. Cultural Capital is just a way of saying you know how to get what you want in a particular culture. You understand the rules and you know how to navigate its social systems."

I was still leaning over his lap and my dress was loose around my shoulder. I had placed the book square onto his lap but never moved my hands back, which meant I was touching both thighs as he spoke. My face was right next to his and I could tell he was looking down my shirt as much as he tried not to.

"Can we have out player back?" my dad called out from the lawn. I closed the book and reached an arm around Paul before he got up.


This Ain't Lolita



"Thank you," I whispered in his ear before kissing him quickly on the cheek.

He was almost tripping when he got back to the game and his shot was so far off it was laughable. Dad looked over at me a few times with a look I couldn't understand, and when it was his turn Mike leaned in and whispered something to Paul that I couldn't hear. He looked over at me after he said it, and I was almost positive someone was blushing.

I lost them to the game for a while and decided they needed to know what they were missing.

"I'm going to go take a shower. You kids are boring and it's so f'n hot out here I can't stand it."

"Don't drink any more of my beer Babygirl. That stuff is ten percent and I don't want to have to carry you to bed later."

I just nodded as I walked into the house and up to the bathroom. I could see them playing out the window and, of course, it was Mike who first looked up. I looked down at something on the floor as I undid my dress, and I let it fall off me without paying too much attention. I turned to pick it up, and when I looked back out, I saw Paul steal a glance as well. The only fucking person who wasn't turning to look up at my perfect little tits was my dad. I climbed into the shower with a sigh.

I raped the shit out of the showerhead. There's no other way to describe it. I turned it on the strongest jet setting, held it between my legs, and for the first time I thought about him fucking me. It wasn't gentle or sweet, and I didn't care. I stopped caring about anything at all, and I pretended he was there in the shower with me. I imagined my hand around his hard cock guiding him into me, and I leaned against the wall as I thought about him fucking me from behind. The water had me coming in seconds and I didn't even bother to keep quiet. They were all outside and so what if I came in the shower. I was a big girl now, wasn't I?

When I finally calmed down I got out and dried myself off in front of the window again. It wasn't until I dropped the towel and looked out that I realized they were gone. The backyard was empty and without the sound of the shower I could hear voices down in the kitchen. Well, so much for them not hearing me, I thought.

Fuck.

Part Seven

"What the hell was that?"

"What?"

I thought about playing cute for a minute but realized it wouldn't work. He was actually angry with me, and I knew better.

"First you sit out there watching us, which was fine, but then suddenly you have Paul in your lap and you're whispering in his ear. The next thing I know you tell us you're going to take a shower and both my friends can't keep their eyes off the fucking window. Are you trying to make me look like an idiot for trying to be a good father? I let you have a beer and then you act like that?"

"I wasn't trying to do anything!" I was defensive now, because he wasn't doing what he was supposed to. He didn't raise his voice, but he didn't have to. He knew just what I was doing, but did he know why? I was pretty certain I was heading for the grounded for life path faster than the fucked over the counter path.

"I don't know," I said, trying to calm my voice. "I guess I was just teasing. Aren't I supposed to be pushing boundaries? I'm a teenager, it's like developmentally appropriate or something. Besides, would you rather I did go to that frat party and end up drunk with some asshole from community college? I just wanted to flirt."

He sat down on the couch, and I wasn't sure what he was thinking. I sat down next to him and I wondered if I should keep talking. There had to be some way to push this in a better direction. I thought watching his friends get all stupid around me might open his eyes a bit and maybe he'd get it.

"We heard you in the shower."

"Yeah, but you can hear the water from..." I stopped mid sentence when I realized what he was saying. They heard ME in the shower. They didn't hear the water, or the toilet flush. They heard me coming my brains out at the top of my lungs.

"Oh," I said. That was a shit answer, but I was actually embarrassed. I wanted to get some attention, but that orgasm was something else. That wasn't for them at all. That belonged to me.

"My friends seemed..."

"Upset?" I interrupted.

"That's not the word I would use. Maybe interested? Focused? Distracted? Jessica they were enjoying it, and it was totally inappropriate. For you and them. They're good guys, but after watching you lying around in your little sun dress and then changing in front of the window I think even the pope might have had trouble ignoring you."

"You saw me in the window too? I didn't think you noticed."

He shook his head for a while and I moved closer to him on the couch. Maybe crying would work now? Maybe I could just lay my head on his lap and he'd get hard and tell me he's wanted me all along.

Or maybe I'd get sent to my room, which is exactly what happened. I was fucking eighteen years old getting sent to my room on a Saturday night. This was totally not how it was supposed to work.

Part Eight

Sunday afternoon I fucked Chad.

There's no easy way to sugar coat that so I'm just going to put it out there. I drove to his house, we went up to his room and before he knew what was happening I was on my knees with his cock getting hard in my mouth.

It took him about thirty seconds to be hard as a rock, and I closed my eyes when I kissed him. I didn't even mind looking at him, and I certainly wasn't thinking about my dad, but not all of me was there. He undressed me more gently than I thought he was capable, and when he took my nipple in his teeth I actually moaned in spite of myself.

He slid his hand into my panties as we fell down onto his bed and I was embarrassingly wet. Thankfully he didn't say a word as I kissed him and let him try to figure out where he was supposed to touch me. When he slid two fingers inside me, it didn't matter anymore, and suddenly it was me pulling off my undies and rubbing his cock against my pussy.

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered. He grabbed my ass and was about to try and thrust up into me when I put a hand on his chest and told him to a wait a second. I grabbed my bag off the floor, pulled out a condom and rolled it down over his hard cock. I wanted to get fucked, but I sure as hell didn't want to catch something from Chad fucking Michaels. That was not a story I would live with.

As soon as the condom was on I was around him and his eyes opened wide. I pushed my hips down and told him to fuck me harder. He grabbed onto me and thrust up as he bit his lip and closed his eyes. It felt good, but it wasn't enough.

Before he could say a word I was on my knees at the foot of the bed with my ass in his face.

"Fuck me from behind. Treat me like a little whore, I know you want to."

He didn't waste any time as he crawled behind me and pushed right back into me. He felt so deep inside me from that angle that I screamed for a second time, and I thought he might stop. He was either too dumb or too excited to stop though, and he began slamming into me over and over again as I gripped the railing of his bed.

I looked down and I noticed he still had race cars on his sheets. I tried not to laugh as he continued fucking me, but it was almost too much. Once again I needed something else. I told him to stop and then I lay down on my back looking up at the ceiling. He looked confused for a moment, and then completely out of the blue he did something unexpected.

Rather than just fuck me again, he buried his mouth between my legs and stuck his tongue so far inside me I almost kicked him. He licked me and sucked me like he was starving, and despite his lack of experience he made up for it with enthusiasm. I was two seconds away from coming when suddenly he was kissing my mouth and his cock slammed back inside of me.

I reached a hand down between my legs and pressed two fingers against my clit as he started to jackhammer me. He held himself up on his arms, and I stared as the muscles on his chest as he pumped his hips. I could tell he was getting close by the noises he was making and I encouraged him with my own moans and kisses. I rubbed my clit faster and just as he started screaming "oh fuck" over and over again I was coming around his cock.

I could feel him spurting into the condom and it felt like a vein was going to pop out of his cock. He didn't stop, even as he came, and I shook and trembled on the bed as I clenched my muscles around him.

When he finally did stopped, he collapsed on top of me until I couldn't breath.

"Move, you idiot," I said and he rolled off me without a word.

I looked up at his ceiling and saw he had glow in the dark stars that probably didn't even light up anymore. What the fuck was I doing? I looked over at him and he had a dumb grin on his face and his eyes were closed. I slowly got up and started to get dressed before he said anything.

"So, like, does this mean we're going out now?" He said rolling over on the bed.

"What the fuck do you think?" I asked as I pulled up my jeans and threw on my tank top.

"Well, yeah, I mean we just did it, right? So, like now we should be dating. I can take you to movies and we can make out at parties and then we can fuck when my parents aren't around."

"How about instead of all that, we just pretend this didn't happen and I go home now? M'kay?"

"Um, I guess we could do that, but..."

I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. He was still naked and hadn't even bothered to pull up the sheets.

"You're nice, but I'm not looking for nice right now. Besides, I'm going to college and you're going to college, so let's just call it a fun afternoon and leave it at that, okay?"

For a minute I thought he might cry, but then he was nodding and acting as cool as could be.

"Yeah, Jess. That's fine. Whatever you want."

I closed the door behind me and let myself out. I drove around the neighborhood for almost an hour before finally pulling back into my driveway. I locked the car, went up to my room, lay down on my bed and before I knew it I was crying like a baby.

Part Nine

I was almost surprised when Daddy came into my room and sat down on the bed. I was still in my jeans and tank top, but I had pulled a light sheet up over me. It made me feel safe, and that was important right then.

"What's wrong, Babygirl?" he asked with sincere concern.

"Don't call me that," I said, as I tried to stop crying.

"Okay. What's going on Jessica? Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, I just want to pout and cry and be a big fucking baby."

"Was I a big baby the other day when you took care of me?"

"That was different. You're a grown man and you have real reasons to cry. I'm just a stupid kid and I'm crazy and doing dumb shit. I feel like an idiot, and I don't even know why. I'm sorry, Daddy."

He lay down next to me on the bed and for a moment I thought he might hug me. Instead he took my hand and held it against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat for a while before either one of us said anything.

"I feel pretty dumb when I'm crying too. It doesn't go away just because we get older. I thought it might, but then poof. I feel like a fucking moron still, but sometimes I just need to cry. It's like I can let out things that way that I can't otherwise express. Does that make sense?"

"Too much sense. It's like my body is telling me something my mind can't understand."

"How do you feel about red wine?"

"Excuse me?"

"How do you feel about red wine? I have two bottles of amazingly good red wine, and I think it would be a shame to send you off to college without getting a thorough understanding of how wine affects you. I mean, it just wouldn't be safe, right?"

He was using his mischievous voice that used to embarrass me as a kid and now made my legs tingle. Okay, it made other parts tingle as well, but I was still crying and trying to ignore any tingling at all.

"So, I can drink wine with you?"

"I think it sounds like a solid plan, don't you? We've both had a hard week, and I made some steaks that need eating."

"You grilled a steak?" I asked with surprise. Grilling was too normal for dad.

"Well, I marinated them in beer and sea salt for three hours, covered them in mango salsa and grilled them on boards until they were exactly medium rare. I wasn't sure when you were coming home, but they should still be warm. Perfect for a night like this actually."

Without thinking I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his cheek. He held me too and for what felt like hours we just lay there on my bed. He smelled like the grill and summer air, and his face was scratchy against mine. He felt strong and comforting next to me, and I carelessly threw my knee over his legs and held him tighter. He kissed me again, but with one hand he slowly pushed my knee down so it was over his thigh rather than waist.

"Let's go open some wine," he whispered, but just before we got up I slid my knee up one more time. He pushed me off him and laughed, but for just a second I was sure I had felt something hard.

Part Ten

It took us exactly an hour and a half to see how I responded to a full bottle of red wine. He had opened the second bottle after we finished our steaks, but neither one of us gave it a thought. We were sitting outside on the patio and we just talked and talked as he kept my glass full. In fact, it wasn't until we stood up that we realized how much we had drunk.

"I think you might be a little tipsy," he said as he grabbed my arm and steered me into the house.

"I'm tipsy, but I'm not drunk. I'd need at least another bottle of the good stuff to be drunk."

I sat down on the couch in a somewhat graceful manner and he paused for a minute looking down at me. I had no clue what he was thinking, but before I knew it he disappeared into the basement and returned shortly with another bottle of wine.

"Well, this is the good stuff. Let's see how we do."

We drank the third bottle on the couch and half way through it there was no doubt about either of our sobriety. He was slurring his words and talking about when he was in college, and I was leaning against him and touching his arm every time he made me laugh.

"Who was the hottest girl you ever got?" I asked suddenly.

"Mariko," he said without a pause. Suddenly he looked over at me and grinned. "That was sneaky, Babygirl. I shouldn't answer questions like that."

"You love answering my questions Daddy. It makes you feel like an adult talking to another adult, isn't that right? I'm just like one of your buddies. You can tell me about that hot piece of Japanese ass. It's okay," I cooed.

He leaned back and brushed my hair away from my face. He left his hand there, gently touching my cheek and I could feel my heart rate skyrocket.

"You are much prettier than my buddies."

He was quiet for a while and we stared at each other.

"You're also prettier than Mariko," he finally said.

I leaned in and poked him in the ribs, but he was being serious for a change. I kissed him on the forehead and put my legs over his lap as I grabbed his hand.

"Are you telling me that I'm prettier than the hottest girl you've ever fucked? That's kinda sad dad, because I'm not that pretty you know."

"You're the prettiest girl in the whole wide world and don't you forget it. I mean, she was hot, but you're..."

I wish I could tell you that this was my master plan. That I was thinking about what I could do next to get him into my bed, but the truth is I was drunk and happy, and I was so focused on the moment that I didn't have anything left for scheming at all. He was looking at me with an expression I had never seen before, and I didn't know what to say.

"Why were you crying this afternoon?" he finally asked. I still had my legs over his lap and his arm was around me.

"Cause I slept with a boy I don't really like all that much." I don't know why I went with the truth, but so it goes. I blame the wine.

"Oh," was all he said.

"You probably think I'm a slut," I told him, as I rested my head against his shoulder. "A gross slut."

"Was it terrible?"

"No."

We had a long moment of silence and once again I wasn't sure how much he wanted to know or how much I was willing to tell him. He brushed my hair with his fingers absentmindedly, and we both reached down and had another sip of our wine. Just what we fucking needed.

"How come you slept with him if you don't really like him?"

That was the first question he asked that I really didn't want to answer, but somehow it slipped out. Just like that I said the words I could never take back and everything changed.

"Because he called me Babygirl."

I thought he was going to push me off his lap or stand up and storm out. I thought he might move or try to say something funny so he could pretend he didn't hear me, but instead he was silent. He didn't move his arm and I didn't move a muscle. I kept my head on his shoulder and he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Babygirl," he whispered quietly.

"Yes Daddy?" I asked looking up at him.

"I've always called you that. It's not just a name. It's who you are to me."

I kissed him on the cheek and his body tightened. When I put my hand on his face he froze in place, and I wanted to kiss him more than anything else in the whole world.

"I'll always be your Babygirl," I whispered and for the first time he moved. He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head as his fingers ran down the length of my arm. I could feel the hairs on my body jump up and his touch sent shivers down my spine. I moved my arm gently beneath his fingers and he didn't stop.

My nipples were hard beneath my shirt and when I looked down they almost looked obscene. My whole body was about to explode, and yet I couldn't make myself move. His fingers moved up to my neck and brushed my cheek and still I couldn't do a thing. I leaned my head back onto the couch and watched his gaze fall on my neck. When he touched my chin I almost lost all control, and when his finger brushed against my lips I let out a moan.

He leaned in close to me, and I reached out to touch his shoulder.

"He called you Babygirl," he said. It wasn't a question. I opened my eyes and looked right at him. He needed me to say it, because he couldn't.

"Yes Daddy. He called me Babygirl, and I fucked him."

His lips were strong and sweet, and they crushed into me before I knew what was happening. His arm was around me pulling me tighter, and I opened my mouth without thinking as he kissed me. I pulled his cheek to me and held him as I kissed him back; when his tongue traced the bottom of my lips I moaned again with unmistakable need.

He moved down to my neck and chin, pulling me up onto his lap so I was facing him. He kissed me on one side and then the other and I could feel him beneath me. He was hard and strong, and even through the denim of my jeans I could feel him. He kissed down my neck and towards the vee of my shirt and I threw my head back. He kissed the soft space between my breasts as I let the straps fall off my shoulders exposing what passed for cleavage.

He kissed each breast as I pulled the straps down further, but suddenly he stopped. His hands were on my waist and my tank top was useless around my belly. My chest was rising and falling with the quickness of my breath, and he stared at me for what felt like hours.

"What the fuck are we doing?" he finally asked.

"I'm pretty sure you've done this before," I said before leaning in and kissing him again. He didn't resist, and one hand moved up to cup my breast in his huge palm. He kissed me again and held my flesh beneath his hand as soft moans escaped from his lips.

"This is a really bad idea, Jessica."

"Don't call me that," I whispered before twisting my hips over his hard cock until he almost lifted me off him.




This Ain't Lolita



"Babygirl, this is a bad idea."

"Yes Daddy," I said. "It's a terrible idea. You shouldn't be kissing me, and you shouldn't be touching me, and I definitely shouldn't be rubbing my cunt against you like that wondering what it would feel like for you to fuck me."

"Jesus Christ," he said, leaning back again. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Move my hips?"

"No, drive me completely insane with words. How do you know exactly what to say to keep me from being able to stop."

"It's easy," I replied, leaning down and taking his ear between my lips. "You're my Daddy."

Part Eleven

He carried me to his room. We passed my room on the way and I said a quiet goodbye to everything in it. He kicked open the door and placed me gently onto his bed, my shirt still around my waist and the button to my jeans open just enough to see there was nothing beneath them.

"You really are the prettiest girl in the world," he said, sitting down next to me.

"Prettier than Mariko? The hottest fuck of your life?"

"She was pretty hot, and she knew what to do with her mouth..."

"Daddy!" I cried as I punched him on the shoulder.

"What? I have to hear about you fucking some boy this afternoon, but I can't tell you about a tiny little blow job I got back in college?"

"I only did that because I wanted you," I whispered.

"I'll try to remember that next time."

I kissed him against before lying down on his bed and unzipping my jeans. They rested right below my hips and it wouldn't take any effort at all for me to have them on the floor in seconds.

"Do you want to take them off?" I asked. My thumbs hooked on the waistband.

"Babygirl, this really is a bad idea. You're beautiful, and I love you, but we've drunk almost three bottles of wine, and having sex is probably not the wisest choice."

"Do we always have to make the wisest choice?" I asked, reaching a hand out and rubbing him through his pants. He let out a sigh as I reached for his zipper, but he put a hand over mine and held me still.

"Tell me what you want," he said looking right at me.

"You."

"Tell me why."

"Because I love you and you love me, and this cock feels better than any of the other's I've felt."

"That's encouraging dear."

"And if you don't fuck me, then I'm going to go crazy. And I'll most likely have to fuck every boy I meet just to hear them whisper Babygirl into my ear as I pretend it's you."

"You wouldn't do that."

"No, I'm done with boys. I'd have to find someone older to fuck me. Maybe someone your age. Someone I already know."

Before I could finish the sentence his hands were on my jeans and he was pulling them off my hips with an energy I didn't know he had. He threw them onto the floor and knelt over me as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Without pause he lifted my tank top as well and suddenly I was completely naked beneath him. I was scared and embarrassed. I covered my breasts with my hands as he looked down at me, but he pulled them away. He pulled one of my hands to his pants as he undid his own belt, and I couldn't help watch as he slowly pulled it off.

I tried to cover myself with my other hand, but he pinned me to the bed and almost growled as he leaned down to bite my neck and kiss my lips. He held them firmly over my head as he kissed me, and then he moved down until my nipple was between his teeth. His tongue flicked over it, and his lips teased it. He bit me and caressed me with equal authority, and I didn't know what the fuck to do.

"Don't cover yourself up in front of me," he growled when he finally sat up. I was just about to move my hands back over my chest, but his look was intense and I held them where they were above my head.

"There's a good girl," he said as he ran his fingers down my body, between my breasts, around my belly button, and then into the small patch of hair above my pussy. He twisted the hair between his fingers and without warning pulled just hard enough to make me scream.

"Oh God, Daddy," I whimpered, unsure if I wanted him to stop or pull harder.

No matter what I wanted, it was him who undid his pants and slowly pulled out his cock in front of me. I stared at him, unsure of what to do, until he took one hand from over my head and slowly brought it down towards him. He pulled it up to his strong bare chest, slid it down his stomach, and before I knew what was happening my fingers were wrapped around my Daddy's thick cock and he was pulsing beneath me.

He closed his eyes when I finally touched him, but I wanted to see it all. I wanted to stare at his cock until I went blind, and now that I had my hands on it I never wanted to let him go.

The hand on my stomach moved lower as he lifted himself up onto his knees, and I suddenly knew what he was going to do. I squeezed him harder, feeling the texture of his cock as my hand slid up and down it, and then I let out a moan I have never heard before.

He slid two fingers up along the outside of my pussy, one on each side, with his thumb following up the middle. He pushed it inside me as he looked down at our bodies and the sounds just kept coming from my throat.

"Daddy, I want to taste you," I finally whispered.

The truth was I was going to lose it if he kept touching me. I did want his cock in my mouth, but more importantly I needed him to stop so I could breath. I needed him to let go so I could find some will of my own.

"I think I get to go first," he replied, and then I saw stars. I like to think that I remember the feel of his breath on me as he teased me for long moments, but the truth is I remember his tongue and his lips. I remember wet on wet and the feeling of him opening me up beneath him as his fingers pushed inside me and his tongue pressed so hard against my clit I thought I might pass out.

I honestly have no idea how long he stayed there, but I must have come six or seven times. His fingers were perfect, his lips amazing, but his tongue? Holy fucking shit does he have a tongue on him. He was inside me and around me without me understanding a thing. He circled my clit and pressed against it, and with each pass I shuddered and screamed. Whenever he was in the place I needed it most he kept it there, holding my hips with his hands as he ate me, and I think I must have passed out at least once.

When I opened my eyes he was laying next to me, and I wasn't sure if he was crying or I was. My body still had shivers running up and down it, but he was quiet as he wrapped his arms around me.

"What's wrong," I asked him after too long had passed by.

"I'm suddenly feeling a bit sober."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"I think you should probably go to bed and I should go to bed and if we find the nerve we can talk about this in the morning."

There was no way I was going to let that happen. He had just given me the best damn orgasm of my life and now he wanted me to leave? I rolled over on top of him and pressed down onto his hard cock. I slid gently up and down, wetting him with my lips until I hear him moan again.

"Wouldn't you rather fuck me, Daddy?"

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. He pushed me off him and jumped up off the bed. He grabbed two robes from his closet and threw one at me while he put the other one on.

"Look Jessica, I love you and adore you, but this is a really bad idea. It was a bad idea when we started and it's a still a bad idea."

"Don't you want me?" I asked opening the robe and resting my hands on my hips.

To my surprise he turned around and opened the door. He looked back at me and with complete control he said one word.

"No."

Part Twelve

I was out of the house before he could stop me. I had on a short skirt and a tee shirt that were the first two things I pulled out of my closet. I grabbed my car keys and my wallet, but I didn't even bother with shoes as I stormed out and slammed the door behind me.

What the fuck was his problem? He just spent twenty minutes eating my pussy and now he has the nerve to tell me to fuck off? He throws me out after kissing me, undressing me, and carrying me to his bedroom like a fucking caveman. This was totally not what was supposed to happen.

Surprisingly I wasn't crying. Maybe I was too angry, and maybe it just hadn't sunk in yet, but there was no way I was going home any time soon. I needed something, and I needed it quickly.

Mike answered the door in a pair of boxers and looked up at me with his mouth open.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

"Um, sure?" he said, completely unsure.

I walked past him and sat down on the couch in the living room. His place was a bit of a mess, but I didn't care. I noticed the empty pizza box and the half finished six-pack on the coffee table, but I pretended they weren't there. Fuck it, if he wasn't a real grown up then maybe this would be easier.

"I wanted to apologize for how I behaved earlier."

"Um, what do you mean?"

"You know, for flashing you guys from the window and then making so much noise in the shower."

He turned bright red and finally sat down next to me on the couch. He offered me a beer before he said anything, and I drank half of it in one gulp.

"Jessica it was no big deal. Everyone does that, and if we had stayed outside it wouldn't have been a problem. We shouldn't have been listening."

And then for some reason a lie just popped into my head. I don't know where it came from or why I let it out, but there it was, and I was almost powerless against it. I was fearless.

"Do you know what I was thinking about?" I asked him, looking down at the pillow between us. I moved closer to him and put a hand on his knee. He almost pulled back, but instead he took a long drink of beer and just shook his head like he was afraid to speak.

"I was thinking about you. I was pretending you were in the shower with me, fucking me from behind and I couldn't help myself. I'm so tired of boys and high school and all this shit I've been dealing with, and all I wanted right then was a man to fuck me and make me think of nothing else but how good his big cock felt inside of me."

He didn't move a muscle and he didn't say a thing. He was like a deer in headlights, and I realized I was going to have to do everything. So much for men.

I swung my legs over him until I was on his lap and before he could do anything I had my shirt off and my tits were right in his face.

"Is this a better view than the window? Do you like them better up close?"

For a second I thought he might push me off, but before I knew it his hands were all over me and he was babbling on about how perfect I was like an idiot. He kissed my neck and my tits and in seconds his hands were moving my skirt up. When he realized I had nothing underneath, he just stared and mumbled something like "holy fuck" before I kissed him to make him shut up.

This time there were no choices other than the ones I made. I unzipped my skirt and dropped it the floor before I knelt in front of him and pulled his cock out through the hole in his boxers. He was almost hard when I took him into my mouth, and I gagged for a second as I tried to get my lips around him. He didn't have the longest cock in the world, but he was so thick that even getting the head in was a problem.

I licked him and sucked him for less than two minutes before climbing back onto his lap.

"I want this thick cock inside me right now," I whispered in his ear as I rubbed him against my wet pussy lips.

"Jess, this isn't..."

I cut him off the only way I knew how. I pushed down around him and he let out a moan as he felt my tight little cunt grip him and squeeze. I moaned as well, with a decent amount of pain mixed in with everything good. Fuck he was big. He stretched me open and I felt so little and small that I wanted to cry at how good it felt.

It was only then that he took the initiative. He threw me off him and onto my back on the couch, and suddenly my legs were opened wide and he was looking down at me with nothing but lust and need in his eyes. He thrust into me again, and I screamed out as he grabbed my breasts in his hands and pinched my nipples between his fingers. He squeezed me hard and fucked me harder, and even though I had gotten off just an hour before I started to shake and come for all I was worth.

"Oh fuck, Jess," he moaned as he felt me tense around him and suddenly he pulled out and was spurting all over my fucking stomach. He must have done it three or four times, and I was drenched. I was still shaking and he was just barely able to hold himself above me as he looked down at my little body covered in his cum.

"You could have come inside me," I whispered.

"I didn't know if..."

He leaned back on the couch and shook his head like he was trying to wake up from a dream. His boxers were still on and now his limp dick was flopping about like an uncooked sausage.

"Can you get me a towel? You um, got me pretty good."

He got up and disappeared into the kitchen as I pulled my skirt back on. Seconds later he came back with a warm washcloth, and I wiped up his cum from my stomach before pulling on my shirt.

He just looked at me getting dressed without saying a word and a part of me almost felt sorry for him. I had just fucked his brains out, but there was no way I was going to stay and chat. Just before I closed the door behind me I looked over at him on the couch. I smiled and he smiled back.

"Um, don't tell my dad, okay?"

He didn't say a damn thing, but I knew there was no way in hell he would open his mouth. He'd probably think the whole thing was a fucking dream the next morning.

Part Thirteen

I texted Chad to see if his parents were still away and he told me he had two more days. Without another word I showed up at his house, let myself in and crawled into bed with him. He tried to kiss me, but I held him off and told him to just hold me. I was almost surprised when he did, and it just made me cry even harder.

When I woke up late the next morning Chad was sitting beside me with two cups of coffee. Mine was full of honey and cream, and I took a sip as I sat up in bed.

"Thank you for just taking me in and not..."

"You don't have to explain anything Jessica. Just because you don't want to be my girlfriend doesn't me you aren't my friend. Don't tell me anything you don't want to."

I looked at him for a while and wondered how he could be so fucking nice. He wasn't stupid or obnoxious at school, but he also wasn't the most interesting kid in the world. I guess he worked hard and he did okay, but he was just Chad. Who knew, huh?

"I don't think you're even believe me, but I really don't want to talk about it. My life is just fucking insane and I'm a complete idiot. Can't I just go to college tomorrow and get out of this fucking town?"

"Tell me about it. I never thought I'd be excited for summer to end, but honestly? I'm ready to get out of here too."

We lay there and talked for two hours as we drank our coffee and it was actually fun. There was nothing stressful or weird about it at all. I wasn't trying to seduce anyone or ignore anyone and for the first time all week I wasn't thinking about sex. It was a whole new world.

Dad was gone when I got home, but there was a note. He was famous for his notes. Some of my friends used to come over after school just so they could read his notes out loud and swoon over what a cool dad I had. They were funny, smart, and always said something nice about me. This time was no different.

"Well, I guess we know something about red wine don't we, Babygirl? Sorry I was such an a-hole. Can you be home tonight for dinner? We'll do something special, because you deserve something special every day (was that too cheesy? I never know where to stop).

Love ,

Dad"

He never knows when to stop? What the hell does that mean? Was he talking about last night or just the stupid note? Sometimes he drove me completely crazy. This was one of those times. You know. In case you weren't paying attention.

I spent the afternoon in my room. I texted, checked Facebook, looked at some porn. Do you know how much daddy and daughter porn is out there? I did one stupid search and suddenly I was overloaded with girls in pigtails riding giant cocks and squealing like pigs.

If porn were anything like real life there would be a lot more crying. And not because someone is being choked with a cock, but because life is fucking hard. Sex is complicated, and love is even more so. Brilliant huh? Well, fuck you. How smart were you at eighteen?

The point is that most of it did nothing for me. The men looked not much older than the girls and everyone was always screaming, "yes just like that" all the time. There was nothing to it that felt even slightly real. If they had a camera the night before when my Daddy was going down on me they wouldn't have known what to do with themselves. I watched a bunch of movies anyway and read a story or two. The stories were somewhat better, but still they pissed me off more than they turned me on. How come everyone else just had to flash a tit and suddenly they were getting fucked like a slut for thirty six minutes before they got a load in their face?

It must have been eight when the door opened and I heard my dad walk, in talking to someone. He was talking to fucking Mike. It was like a goddamn nightmare had walked in the door. What the hell was he thinking? He asked me to have a nice dinner with him, and I assumed we'd at least talk about it, but now? I had no idea what was going on, but if Mike had said a thing I was going to kill him.

When I finally made it downstairs there were drinking beer around the kitchen table. My dad had his feet up and Mike was leaning against the table with a hand on his face looking like a sorry motherfucker. Or in this case daughter fucker.

Heh. Sometimes I crack myself up.

"Hey kids," I said as I walked straight to the fridge. I opened it up and pulled out a coke. There was no way in hell I was going to drink around either one of them again. Even if they did offer.

"Hey," Mike said without looking up, and before I knew it daddy had picked me up in a bare hug and was kissing the top of my head.

"How's my girl?" he asked.

Had he completely forgotten that just fifteen hours earlier he had two fingers in my cunt and my hand wrapped around his cock? He was as chipper as a cartoon, and it was starting to freak me out.

"Um, good," I said leaning against the wall. What the fuck was I supposed to say?

"Mike stopped by to return this," he said reaching out to me. He had my wallet in his hand and suddenly I turned bright red. Had I really left that at Mike's house? I was in such a hurry to get out of there, but I didn't even remember bringing anything in with me other than my car keys.

"Um, thanks?" I said looking down at the floor.

"He told me you forgot it there last night when you left."

I looked at Mike with the biggest evil eye I could muster and he just shook his head.

"Look, Jess, I didn't say a thing. He stopped by this afternoon and I told him you had come by last night. I just said you were upset and you left your wallet there. That's all."

"Right, because there's nothing to tell Mike. I stopped by because I was upset, and left my wallet there. What do you mean you didn't say anything?"

"I know, Babygirl."

I looked over at my dad and my mouth just hung open.

"I do too," Mike said and then my head exploded. Okay, it didn't actually explode, but it was way too much to fucking handle. Dad knew about me and Mike, and Mike knew about me and Dad? How was that fucking possible? I couldn't imagine either one of them telling the other. They were close but they weren't the kind of guys who sat around saying shit like, "by the way I nailed your daughter last night."

"It's my fault."

I looked over at my dad and he kept on going.




This Ain't Lolita



"I stopped by to say hi and when he told me you were there I almost broke down. He said you just wanted to talk and you were having a tough time, and I just assumed you told him. I don't know what I was thinking, but it just made sense. I got angry and he got defensive and it took us twenty minutes to realize we were talking about different things.

"It wasn't until a few hours ago that we finally realized what had happened..."

"Jess, I really didn't mean to say anything, but I just assumed you had told him. You guys are so close and he was obviously upset and your wallet was there and..."

"Fuck you both. You know what? Who the hell am I supposed to trust? I can't do a goddamn thing without everyone finding out. Did you tell him I fucked Chad yesterday too, dad? Did you tell him I lost my virginity my sophomore year to Tony the fucking track star? Did you tell him I've slept with two girls and five guys? Did you tell him everything I've ever said to you, because right now I feel like my whole life is going to fucking hell."

I slumped down onto the floor and took a drink of my coke. Christ, now I wanted that beer. This was way too much.

Neither one of them moved, and that was a good thing. What the fuck was there to say?

"I didn't know any of that," Mike finally said out of nowhere.

"I'm sorry, Babygirl."

He said it quietly, but there was so much honesty in his voice that I didn't know what to say. He meant it. He was sorry, and not just about telling, but about everything. Sorry it started, sorry it ended the way it did, and sorry about telling me. For some reason, I knew right then that most of all he was sorry I left last night. He was sorry he let me go into someone else's arms, and sorry he didn't get to wake up next to me.

"Mike, do you mind if we have some time..."

"No problem man. Jess, I'm sorry again. I really didn't mean..."

"It's fine. Just go."

He got up and walked out the door as I dropped my head into my hands. My Daddy was still sitting at the table looking down at me and I was a fucking mess. My makeup was running down my cheeks, I was tired and sore, and most of all, I had no idea what the hell I wanted.

Part Fourteen

"Why don't you take a shower," he said after a long moment of silence. I didn't respond other than getting up, and I was halfway to the bathroom when I realized he was right behind me. Suddenly my heart was beating faster and I could hardly walk straight. I opened the door to the bathroom and without looking back I pulled off my shirt. The door remained open, and he watched as I undressed without even pretending to look away.

I turned on the water and climbed in when it was just the right temperature. Once my hair was completely soaked, I stuck my head back out and looked at him. I couldn't read a thing.

"Are you going to come in too?" I asked in a whisper.

I couldn't watch him respond, so I closed the curtain and stuck my head under the water. It was so hot it almost burned, but it felt good. It was washing off everything that I needed gone.

I didn't flinch when I felt his hands on my back and I didn't move when he kissed the back of my neck. He picked up the soap and rubbed it into my shoulders, and my moan was more of comfort than excitement. His hands were strong and soft as he moved them over my body and as he covered me in soap. First one arm and then the other. Next he moved down to my back and my legs. He slid his hands up each of them, rubbing the soap into my skin as I leaned back against him.

He kissed my cheek, and I could feel him hard against my ass as he held me there in the hot water. His hands moved down over my shoulders as he worked the soap into my breasts and he pinched my nipples gently, letting them slip out from between his fingers. I turned my head and kissed him as I pressed my body back against him and then I was lost. We stood there kissing as the water washed over us, and my hand moved up and down the length of his cock with curiosity and awe all mixed in together.

This time he didn't protest when I knelt in front of him and kissed the head of his cock. I pecked it twice, before licking the entire length of his shaft. I wanted to hold onto this moment forever and I took my time. I took the head between my lips and circled my tongue around him. I cupped his balls and scratched his thigh as I took him deeper.

When I could no longer stand it, I grasped him firmly around the base and steadied his body with one hand on his thigh. I looked up at him with a grin before slowly lowering my mouth around him and taking him into my throat inch by inch until he was completely buried inside me.

"Oh god, Babygirl," he moaned and I was in heaven. He was so hard it was amazing, and I could feel him move in my mouth as I moved up again. I smiled one more time before I let go. I took a deep breath, held him tightly and I fucked my mouth with his cock trying not to choke each time. My mouth moved faster and faster up and down him, swallowing him all the way each time, and his fingers pulled on my hair as he struggled not to move.

I didn't let him stop when he begged, and even when he whispered he was close I didn't let up. My hand moved up and down his cock along with my mouth and each taste was better than the last. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to make my Daddy come and then suddenly he did.

He braced himself against the wall as he screamed out, and I took a deep breath before taking him in once more. Each time he shook, more cum exploded into my mouth and I swallowed everything I could, letting the rest get washed away in the warm water. I could feel the vein in the cock pulsing as he came, and I kept on sucking and licking around his head and down his shaft to catch anything I might have missed.

When I finally looked up, his eyes were closed and I could see his chest rise and fall. I sucked the head of his cock one last time before slowly standing up and kissing him deep on the mouth. To my surprise, he didn't pull back or push me away. Instead, he gently took my head in his hand and kissed me back with more tenderness than I knew was possible.

When I finally turned off the water and dragged him out into the hallway, he turned towards his room. I took his hand firmly and pulled him into mine instead and he looked confused.

"Here," I said, as if that explained everything.

"Why?" he asked, clearly not worried, but definitely curious.

"Because this is where I come when I'm thinking of you."

He picked me up and tossed me gently onto the bed before climbing between my thighs and kissing me again. He brushed my wet hair from my eyes and kissed the water from my lips and chin.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," I said as I reached down and felt him still hard between my legs.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I'm sure that I want you inside me right now, and if you make me wait any longer I'm going to be very very upset."

Unlike Chad or Mike he didn't plunge into me in one swift stroke. He rubbed his head against the lips of my pussy and then ran the length of his cock between my folds. We both watched as he moved against me, and he teased me for far too long. He pushed against me and I tried to push down, but each time he'd move away, not letting me get around him.

"Please," I moaned, trying to pull him to me with my hands on his shoulders.

"Please, what?" he asked, that mischievous grin covering his face.

"Please fuck me, Daddy."

He leaned up just enough for me to see and then ever so slowly he pushed inside me. Bit by bit I opened around him, and he slowly filled me until he was buried against my pelvis and I could hardly breath.

"Oh God, Daddy," I moaned.

"Yes, Babygirl?" he asked, still teasing me.

"Please, Daddy. Please fuck me hard."

Without another word he was moving, and I was coming in seconds. I could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out, and when he kissed me I thought I might pass out. Each time he was buried the deepest, his pelvis pressed against my clit and his cock hit me in all the right places inside. It was like he was made just for me, and I screamed and I moaned as I came around my Daddy's cock over and over again.

He was still hard when he pulled out and lay down next to me, but there's no way we were finished.

"I like fucking you, Babygirl," he whispered and I almost came again just hearing him say it. "I like fucking my Babygirl a lot."

"You're a dirty old man," I said, smacking his shoulder before kissing him again as I rolled over on top of him.

"And you are a filthy little slut," he said looking up at me.

This was a game I knew, but with him it was something else. When he called me a name it stung even though it was in play, and I could hear hints of jealousy in his voice, even though his cock twitched against me as he said it.

"Do you like that I'm a little whore," I asked, wondering how far he would go.

He grabbed his cock in one hand and pushed it back inside me, lifting me off the bed so easily it almost frightened me. I pushed down around him and moaned again when he filled me.

"Daddy does like that, doesn't he? He likes his girl easy."

"You're mine," he groaned as he thrust up inside me, and I smiled at him with a wicked grin. He was squeezing me hard and it could only be a good thing.

I leaned down and kissed his cheek as I slowly lifted my hips and dropped them back down onto his cock.

"I'm yours, except when I'm fucking other men," I whispered in his ear and suddenly he was behind me and I didn't know what happened. He was slamming into me with an intensity I hadn't seen yet, and his cock penetrated me so deeply I almost cried out in pain.

"You're mine, do you understand? You're my little whore."

"Yes Daddy," I cried, as I grabbed the pillow by my head. Two seconds later he was coming inside me and I was crying real tears. They were tears of joy and fear mixed in with complete lust and abandonment. They were tears of confusion and tears of desire, and as I felt him slowly soften and then lie down next to me I collapsed onto the bed.

I rolled over slowly and kissed him again. He could barely catch his breath enough to kiss me back, and his body continued to shake as he lay there, his cock twitching against his stomach.

"Do you always come like that?" I asked after a while.

"Never," he said as he wrapped his arms around me.

Part Fifteen

We must have fallen asleep for a while, because I awoke suddenly when I felt his scratchy face against my stomach. He was kissing me gently, and one hand was on my thigh, pulling it towards him just enough for him to stare at the small patch of hair I left above my smooth lips.

"Are you staring at my cunt, Daddy?" I asked.

"As a matter of fact, I am," he said looking up with a grin. He looked silly and sexy all at the same time, but my embarrassment was nowhere to be seen. He kissed up my stomach, stopping on each breast, until he kissed my lips again. I held him there for a long time simply enjoying the taste of his mouth.

"So, Mike," he finally said.

"Don't forget Chad, too," I offered. If he wanted to bring it up, then I figured could go there too.

"Mike, Chad, and now me. You've been a busy girl this weekend."

"I told you I was a little slut. It's not my fault if you didn't believe me."

"Why Mike? I mean, I know I threw you out, and I actually remembered that you threatened to do just that, but somehow, it never occurred to me that it might be him."

"Me neither."

"Really?" he asked sitting up and looking me in the eye.

"I was angry and scared of everything, but more than anything I wanted someone to get what you were missing."

"Where did it happen?"

It was my turn to look at him, and I wasn't sure what to say. Did he really want to know? His cock was soft against the bed as he lay on his side, and his fingers still played with my hair.

"On the couch in his living room. Did you really need to know that?"

He rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes.

"I don't know what I need to know." He paused for a long while. "How long did it last?"

"Ten minutes at the most," I said as I moved closer to him and looked him in the eye. I slid my hand down his body, and gently brushed his thigh. His cock twitched when I got near it.

"He fucked me for ten minutes, on his living room sofa."

He twitched again and I saw it thicken ever so slightly as he covered his eyes with his arm and groaned. He didn't want to hear this, but it was doing things to his body regardless of what he thought he wanted.

"Did he force you? I mean, was it him who initiated it?"

This time, there was no going back. If he wanted to know, he was going to know everything. I climbed onto him and he tried half heartedly to push me away.

"It was me, Daddy. I crawled onto his lap in just a skirt and a t-shirt, and I told him that when I was coming in the shower it was because I was thinking of him."

"You didn't," he said, finally looking at me again. I nodded and kept going.

"I told him I was thinking about him fucking me, and that I couldn't get it out of my mind. Is that what you want to hear? Do you really want to know the truth? I pulled my shirt off over my head and stuck my little titties in his face, just like this. For a moment I thought he might push me away, like some people I know, but when I asked him if he wanted to fucked me, he kissed me like he was drying of thirst. He kissed my tits and I pulled his hair as hard as I could.

"Before he could do a thing I had his cock out and my lips were around it."

"Oh God," he whispered, as I ground down around him. His cock was nearly hard now and I rubbed my pussy against it as I whispered in his ear.

"Actually Daddy, I only tried to get it into my mouth. I tried, but it's so thick. I've never seen a cock like that before, Daddy. I could get the head in, but that was it, and then suddenly he was fucking me right there. He threw me down and fucked me like a dirty little slut. Daddy, I screamed and I begged him. It hurt because he was so big, but I wanted it and needed it, and..."

Before I could finish he thrust up inside me again and pulled me down to a kiss that was so strong I thought he might draw blood. He rolled me over and thrust harder as he kissed me again, and suddenly without warning he slapped me across the face.

I screamed out, but he didn't stop fucking me, and in spite of myself I smiled.

"It's okay, Daddy," I said. "I understand. You can punish me for fucking him. I deserve it Daddy, but I couldn't help myself. He was so thick and so strong, and I kept begging him."

He cut me off with another slap followed instantly by a kiss, and then his mouth was by my ear as he pistoned in and out of my cunt.

"You filthy little whore," he whispered, and all I could do was say yes to everything. "Did you like it? Did you like my best friend fucking your sweet little cunt?"

"Oh, yes Daddy, I loved every second of it. I needed it so badly, but..."

"But what?" he whispered without once slowing down. His body smashed against my clit each time he thrust, and I moaned louder and louder with each one. I could barely think straight, but I gave him the only answer I knew was the truth.

"But I wanted you Daddy. I wanted it to be you instead. I fucked him, but it's always been you. It's only you Daddy, I love you."

He continued thrusting, this time pausing longer each time he was deepest inside me, and I flinched every time I saw his hand move next to my head.

"It's only me, Babygirl," he said as he started to shake. "Say it's only me."

"It's just you Daddy. You're the only one who fucks me," I screamed as I felt him cum inside me just as I burst around him. It felt like my body was on fire and there was nothing to do. There was no control left in the world, and all I could do was come and come until my body was weak and exhausted.

He kissed me, but he didn't move. I could still feel him inside me, and both of our messes dripped out around him. I kissed him again and told him I loved him over and over as he held me there on my bed.

We woke up at some time in the middle of the night and we made love gently for the first time. I held his cheek and he kissed me softly and it was only at the end that he said a word.

"Will you fuck him again?" he asked quietly.

"No," I moaned, as I felt him slide all the way inside me. "Never."

He was quiet, but he didn't stop moving. He kissed me, and then moved his mouth to my ear as our bodies melted together.

"What if I asked you to? What if I wanted to watch? Would you do it then, Babygirl? Would you let me watch him fuck you?"

"I'll let you do anything," I whispered, and suddenly we were both coming again until there was nothing left of either of us.

The End