LISA MARIE AND DADDY

Part 1

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Lisa Marie kicked at a clod of dirt as she walked up the road to her house.� She was a dejected and unhappy little girl and it showed in her slumped posture and shuffling walk.� As she came over the little rise, she could see their house and Daddy�s truck still parked partly off the drive where he had left it after he came home drunk last night.� Lisa was sad and dejected because her mom and dad had a fight a week ago and her mom had left.� Lisa was beginning to believe her mom meant it when she said she wasn�t coming back.�

She opened the door to find her dad passed out on the couch.� Two days of drinking beer had caught up with him.� Lisa sighed, and walked past him to the dining room table to start her homework.� First though, she went into the kitchen and made two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a single slice one and a double slice one.� She took both into the living room and sat on the rocker staring at her slobbering, snoozing father.�� Under her direct gaze, he twitched, then he coughed and his eyes flew open.� He regarded his daughter quietly as he licked spittle and slobber from his lips.� Mutely, Lisa offered him the larger of the sandwiches.

Lisa ate her sandwich in small, delicate bites as she sat and watched her father demolish his in six bites.� Neither spoke.� Lisa finished her sandwich and licked her fingers, then wiped them dry on her napkin.� Then she lifted one foot up onto the chair, exposing a thigh and her white panty crotch to her father as she loosened the laces on her sneaker and took it off.� She repeated the action on her other shoe as her daddy watched.� As it dropped to the floor, Daddy picked up the remote, stretched back out on his side and patted the couch edge in front of him as he switched on the cartoon program.� Lisa padded over to the couch in her stocking feet, and crawled onto the sofa in front of Daddy�s big body.� Her head was on his left arm with the perky ponytail just under his chin.� His arm clutched her loosely to keep her on the couch.� Lisa felt the bulge against her rear as she pressed back against Daddy�s big body.� She had felt it many times as they lay this way to watch TV together.

Today, tonight, things seemed different, a little strained.� �Did you hear from Mom?� she asked, though she already knew the answer.

�No, nothing today,� Daddy answered.� �Maybe she will call tomorrow.�

�Yeah, maybe she will.�� Lisa felt the hot tears fill her eyes and overflow.� She sniffed and wiped away the tears with the napkin she still clutched.� She didn�t expect they would hear from Mom again after the big fight she and Daddy had last Friday.� Seven days had passed with no word, and though she had gone to school all week as if nothing had happened, she was sure her mom was gone from her life.� How could she desert them?� How could she just run off and desert her?� She was so sad.� At least she still had Daddy to love her.� A rush of loving feeling for the big man holding her filled her heart.� She turned her head and lifted her face toward his, craning her head around.� �I love you, Daddy,� she said, offering him her lips.�

�I love you too, babe,� her daddy said as he tilted his face down so his mouth met her closed lip little girl kiss.� He held it for a long moment while his right hand was busy on her little body.� The big hand pressed against her skirt over her tummy, pushing her rear back against the bulge.� The hand moved down a little, until fingertips pushed into the parting of her thighs, and once again pressed in so she could feel the bulge hardening and thrusting into her rear like it was attacking the crack between her cheeks.� Lisa moaned and pressed her lips to his again.� The hand moved back up and as it passed the belted skirt top, it gathered the waist of the loose top over it and the hand crept up under the top.���

Lisa giggled at the ticklish sensation and thrust her body back in a futile effort to escape his touch.� Daddy rubbed her bare little belly with a tender touch, as her free right hand tried to capture his big fingers to pull his hand away.� Finding that to be a futile battle, she allowed her hand to ride on the back of his as it moved in slow circles, and then traced its way up over her ribs to capture her tender, swollen left nipple.� Lisa gasped at the sudden sensation.� About three months ago the nipple had started to change shape from the tiny little pip it had been all her life.� Even her shirts rubbing on it bothered her, but nothing had felt like Daddy�s touch.� It didn�t feel like that when she touched it.� As the pleasing, teasing, tickling tremors ran through her body, she felt a warm flush suffuse her upper chest and up into her neck and even a little rush of heat down there where one must not touch.� Now he was doing her right nipple!� She could hardly lay still.� She gasped and moaned and Daddy had to hold her wiggling little body tight�

Lisa unconsciously guided his hand from one breast bud to the other.� She liked that rush of feeling from the loving touch of Daddy�s hand.� She moaned against Daddy�s lips as she pressed back against that now hard lump pressing against her little rear.� She tried to keep Daddy�s fingers up on her little breasts as it began to slowly drop down toward her round little tummy again.� Lisa sucked her tummy in to try to somewhat contain the tickling of his creeping fingers on her flesh, but she could not escape.� She giggled and wriggled until she felt his fingertips trying to push under the tightly belted skirt waistband.� She sucked in her belly, and then she pushed it out again as the fingers gained a half inch.� Daddy was trying to get his hand inside her skirt!� Down there where one must not be touched!��

�No, Daddy!� she cried out.�

�It�s all right, babe,� her daddy murmured against her now parted lips.� His tongue tip pushed its way between them.� As the tip of his tongue pushed against her tongue, and licked around the inside of her lips, Lisa realized with a start of terror that Daddy was actually �French kissing� her.� She and her BFF Anna had discussed it and actually tried it at a sleepover two weeks ago.� Anna said she had done it with an older cousin and he had pulled her panties down after they had kissed, to examine and touch her pussy.� The thought of what Anna had showed her about the examination brought a rush of heat to her loins.� Is that what Daddy was trying to do?� Lisa did not have to think about the next thing she did.� Hell yes, she wanted �that� from her daddy!� She released his finger and her hand went to her belt and loosened it.� Daddy�s hand almost made it all the way when the waist of her skirt stopped it again.� His fingertips were just fractions of an inch from their target.� Lisa�s hand flew to her side and loosened the snap and the zipper there.� The skirt fell loose, the hand pushed it down below her knees, and Lisa kicked it off and down to the floor.

Daddy�s hand returned to just above that place where one must not touch, and then moved down over the cotton panties.� As she felt the pressure and the warmth on her secret place, Lisa almost swooned.� Her last coherent thought was: �Man, am I going to have something to tell Anna that is going to knock her socks off!�� Then her attention became riveted to his middle finger.� It traced a path down the crease in the crotch of her panties caused by her crack.� As it moved down the crease, it rubbed over the sensitive bump of her clit.� She called it her �love� bump, as did Anna.� They called it love bump, because the rush it gave them they associated with love.� It was similar, but much more intense than the feeling they got when their daddies, or close male friends held them close.� On its return trip up the crease, Daddy�s finger paused on the little bump and deliberately stroked it.� Lisa moaned and thrust her pelvis toward his exploring finger.

�Oh, yes!� Do that, Daddy!�� She turned her face to him and opened her mouth for the kiss that she instinctively knew went with this kind of touching.� She was right.� Daddy was waiting for her lips and his tongue thrust against hers.� They finally had to break the kiss to catch their breath. �Daddy also broke the touch of his finger and hand.� Lisa tried to hold it where she wanted it, but Daddy was stronger.� Her resistance stopped when she realized that Daddy was trying to remove her panties.� She helped him by lifting her hip that was pressing on the couch and together they stripped the panties down, and they soon rested on the floor with her skirt.� While he was at it, Daddy worked her top up over shoulders and her head and it was tossed on the pile.� Little Lisa Marie was now lying naked in her daddy�s arms!

Daddy�s left arm wrapped itself across her chest and his palm covered the swollen nipple there.� The palm felt hot against that delicate little bud.� His right hand returned to her lower belly, to press her tightly back against the now rock hard shaft tenting his pants.� She had nothing to protect her soft skin from his hot hand now, and his middle finger traced a hot path to her erect little clit peeping out at the top of her crack.� The fingertip found the clit and deftly opened the wrinkled little fold of reddish skin and exposed the pink little bud inside.� Lisa had never felt anything like the touch of Daddy�s finger to her bare clit!� She clutched his hand as her body bucked and surged in response.�

But now his hand was leaving her secret spot!� She tried in vain to hold him where she wanted him, but he pulled his hand away and put it behind her.� It was behind her?� Then she felt his fingers fumbling at something, and heard the zipper.� A moment later she felt his hot, hard, bare thing pressing its way between her bare ass cheeks.� As she pushed back to take up the space his hand had occupied, she felt the slick, smooth head slide past her little rear hole and slip along the space between her legs, right at the top.� She felt the heat all the way even on her clit.� She looked down.� It was huge!� The big purplish head and about a half inch of shaft extended out from between her legs just below her clit.� As she looked, a drop of clear liquid appeared at the tip.� She watched Daddy�s fingertip scoop up the drop and carry it to her opening, where the finger wiped the slippery stuff around, and then it slid up into her front hole, into her pussy!� She felt the whole length of Daddy�s finger go up into her with only the slightest bit of discomfort as it first entered her.� Had she seen and felt that before?� She did not remember, though the scene seemed so familiar�

Now my friends, I must apologize, but we need a flash back.� You will thank me for it later when the rest of the story will make more sense.

Six year old Lisa Marie screamed with mock fear as eight year old Buddy from next door rode her on his new bike.� Lisa was on the seat, clutching Bobby�s sides, legs splayed out wide on either side of his active body.� Buddy was standing on the pedals, pumping for all he was worth as they raced down the sidewalk.� They were going around the block.

�Stay on the sidewalk!�� Lisa�s daddy shouted after them.

Buddy lifted one hand in a quick wave, but then he grabbed the handle bars again as the new bike wobbled.� He had no intention of staying on the sidewalk.� That was for babies!� He had ridden his trike on the sidewalk all his life while the big kids rode their bikes in the street.� As soon as he made a wobbly turn at the corner, he took the first driveway into the street.� Tires squealed as an approaching car braked hard to avoid hitting them.� A horn blared as Buddy swung the bike into the other lane.� Enough of this!� A terrified Buddy was heading back for the sidewalk.� He turned and headed straight for the curb.� When the front tire hit the six inch curb, the bike stopped.� The pair of kids continued on.� Bobby stopped first.� His little cock and balls were somewhat crushed as they met the handle bar support bracket and he screamed.� Lisa had to fly a little farther and gravity caused her to land on the top bar of the bike frame just as she hit Buddy�s back.� The bar caught her between her wide spread legs, at just the right angle to destroy her hymen.� She and Buddy screamed again and again as the bike fell over with them.� Their parents came running and Lisa was taken to the emergency room where a doctor detached some of the torn flesh and gave her parents some ointment and some pills that would deaden the sore spot and help it to heal.� Buddy?� Who cares?

The first time her mom tried to put on the ointment, one of her long nails dug into Lisa in a painful spot.� Lisa screamed and after that would not let Mom touch her wound.� Daddy took over.� He applied the ointment quite professionally� at first.� But boys will be boys, and Daddy soon discovered something not many people know.� Even small girls are sexual creatures and will react to sexual stimulation.� Daddy rubbing ointment all over and into Lisa�s little crack certainly filled that criteria as far as little Lisa was concerned.� She moaned and flexed her little pelvis and when he tried to rub the stuff into the opening to her vagina, she thrust herself against that finger as if she wanted it inside her.� This was after the little wound was almost healed.� Lisa had insisted it still hurt when the first tube of ointment was exhausted, so they had to purchase a second one.� Daddy said they might as well use all of that tube also.� As the wound healed, Daddy experimented on his daughter.� He carefully inserted his little finger into his little daughter�s pussy as far as it would go.� Then he tried his ring finger.� Then he tried his middle finger.� Next he used the forefinger.� When lubricated with saliva, they all penetrated quite easily into his little daughter�s vagina.� She was certainly no longer a virgin.� After the second tube of ointment was gone, Lisa was checked and found cured and Mom insisted the treatments stop.� Both Daddy and Lisa had regrets�

Okay, now that you have a little background, we will return to the present.� The scene was familiar to Lisa because she had seen it before!� She remembered now.� Not the purple head sticking out with its clear drops of slippery fluid, but she HAD seen Daddy�s finger going into her pussy before.� Felt it before too!� Her body became warm with the memory as well as with his actual touch.� She responded to the finger, trying to force herself against it to take it all in.� Daddy�s answer to her move was to pull his finger away.� He held his cock up against her as he thrust it forward and slid it back in a burst of motion that rubbed the shaft against her wide open vulva.� The rim of his knob rubbed over her clit as Daddy held the cock up tight against her.� Lisa gasped and moaned with the pleasure it gave her.� She shuddered her way to a couple of small orgasms.� It gave Daddy pleasure too and he stroked his big cock hard and fast between her upper thighs against her pussy until he blew his wad.� He caught most of it in a wad of tissues he had taken from his pocket, the rest was shot and smeared into Lisa�s little pussy lips.

They lay there panting and resting from their exertion.� They didn�t talk, there was nothing to say.� Neither of them was sorry it had happened.� Lisa watched the cartoons as she lay there in Daddy�s arms, her pussy cooling with Daddy�s sperm smeared over the lips.� Daddy�s big hand moved over her small body, fingering her clit one moment, then up over her tummy and chest to fondle the small nipples there.� His cock had shrunk until Lisa could barely feel it far to the back of her thighs.� Lisa giggled at the antics of the cat and mouse on the TV screen.� Daddy�s hand slowed and then stopped and Lisa heard a snore.� The hand lay relaxed on her belly, holding her loosely.� Lisa Marie relaxed in Daddy�s arms as she too drifted off to sleep.� The TV blared on, unseen and unheard.

Almost two hours later, Daddy awoke with a start of terror.� He had heard a car door slam.� If she caught him with the kid this way, it would be all over for him.� Then his eyes caught the TV screen and his ears registered the sound of another car door slamming as the screen showed the door closing.� He breathed easier, and looked down at the naked sleeping little girl in his arms.� He felt another surge of wild desire.� Fuck convention, fuck the law that denied him access to his own daughter, and fuck that bitch who had ran off and left them alone and hurting.� He gathered Lisa up in his arms and sat up on the couch.� Lisa awoke slowly, yawning and rubbing her eyes.� She sometimes fell asleep on the couch watching TV and Mommy or Daddy would pick her up and carry her to her bedroom.� Then she realized she was naked, and in a flash it all came back to her.� Daddy had played nasty with her on the couch!� She was a bad girl!� She slipped out of his lap and scooped up her clothes and ran for the bathroom.

Daddy jumped up and followed Lisa into the bathroom before she could close the door.� He took her clothes away from her and put them in the dirty clothes hamper.� Lisa really had to pee, so she sat on the pot and relieved herself.� Daddy didn�t say anything, but he turned and started the shower for her, something he had done many times before.� After the water was right for her, Lisa stepped into the shower, and Daddy left, closing the door behind him.� Lisa started to scrub her still sensitive pussy and clit, where it was still all sticky from whatever Daddy had left there.� Maybe if she got it all clean, things would get back to normal�

Daddy went into his bedroom and stripped out of his clothes.� Then he went back to the bathroom to join a surprised and shocked Lisa Marie in the shower.� She stared at his cock and balls.� They looked enormous to her.� Daddy was tall and had a rather long cock, and it was almost fully erect.� It was chest high on Lisa.� Daddy took the soap and washrag out of Lisa�s unresisting hands as she stared at his cock, and then up at him.� Daddy soaped the rag and scrubbed her little body down good and then soaped up the rag again and handed it to her.� He indicated that she should wash his body.� Lisa had been trying to keep her hair dry, but Daddy coming into the shower nixed that plan, and her hair was wet.� She took out the elastic holding her ponytail and let her hair loose down her back. �Then she carefully placed her hands on Daddy�s hips and turned him around so she could wash his back; she wasn�t up to doing his front just yet.� When Lisa had washed from his shoulders to his heels, Daddy turned around to face her.� Lisa looked up at his face first, then at his cock, fully erect now and almost in her face.

�Do it, Lisa Marie, open your mouth.�

Lisa just looked at him.� �What?� she asked.� Had he said to open her mouth?� Why would�

Daddy reached for his cock with his right hand, and placed his left hand on the back of her head, pulling it toward his erection.� �Open your mouth!� he commanded as he pushed his big cock tip against her closed lips.� Lisa opened her mouth, but it was to protest, not to comply with this strange request.� Daddy was ready and the bulbous head of his cock slipped between her lips and was thrust clear to the back of her throat.� Lisa gagged and choked.� Daddy pulled out just enough so she could catch her breath, then he forced her to take the head in again.� �Suck on it!� he commanded her again.

Lisa sucked.� She had no knowledge of these strange commands and actions, so her simply sucking did nothing to bring Daddy to the peak he was looking for.� He thrust his hips to move the head around in her mouth.� Then he used the hand clutching her head to move it so the lips moved over his shaft.� �Like that,� he told her.� �Use your tongue too.� Lick that thing in your mouth!�� Lisa tried to comply, but she was confused and frightened by his strange actions and demands.� She and Anna had discussed �doing it� with boys, but neither of them had any experience with the actual mechanics of sex.� Daddy�s strange request and his organ in her mouth wasn�t at all arousing to her.� Not just yet, anyway.� She was confused and scared.� Lisa started to cry�

Daddy became instantly contrite.� He was taking his feelings of disgust with his wife out on his little daughter, who he dearly loved.� He stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off.� Then he took Lisa�s bath towel and shut off the shower and wrapped the sobbing girl up and carried her to his bedroom.� He sat on the bed and rubbed her fine blonde hair dry with the fluffy towel.� Then he dried off her little body, cooing to her and telling her how sorry he was to have been so rough.� Lisa�s sobs became an occasional sniffle.� Daddy laid Lisa out in the middle of his bed on her stomach.� He used the towel to dry her neck and shoulders and down her back.� He wiped her butt cheeks and spread them and wiped down between them with a towel covered hand.� Lisa giggled at his touch.�� He wiped the little rosebud shaped hole in back and Lisa laughed and wriggled at his touch.� He wiped down the backs and outsides of her legs, and her feet.� Lisa laughed and tried to pull her ticklish feet away.� All the while Daddy told her how sorry he was and how much he loved her.� Lisa relaxed under his hands.

Then Daddy turned her over onto her back.� Her front was mostly dry, but Daddy rubbed her gently anyway.� He followed the towel with kisses.� First on her forehead, then he kissed the remains of her tears out of her blue eyes.� Then his kisses followed the towel to her cheeks and to her nose tip.� When the towel ran tenderly and lovingly down to and over her swollen little breast buds, he kissed her mouth .� Gently at first, then with more and more passion as the girl moaned and responded to the stimulation of his hands on her nipples.� Then the towel was brought into play again, down over her belly and over her mound, to flick over her erect clit and down the crease between her legs.� The tongue followed, first dipping into the belly button, to a gasp and a girlish laugh, then down over her love mound.� The rag wiped down the front of her legs, then up inside the left and back down the inside of the right leg before it was discarded.

Daddy sat up and regarded his little girl.� Her eyes were closed, her arms were at her sides and her legs were slightly parted.� Daddy changed position to down between her feet.� He grasped a leg just above the foot in either hand and pushed them slightly apart and up toward her butt cheeks.�

Lisa�s eyes flew open and she watched.� What the devil was he up to now?� She had been almost lost in the drying and kissing and had been close to a little climax as he reached her private place.� Now he was fooling around again!� Just then Daddy positioned himself on his belly between her outspread feet, his face just above the juncture of her thighs.� He snaked his arms out around her hips and up her sides and before she could move, he had her little boobs between the fingers and thumb of either hand.� Then his head dipped down and his tongue went up inside her wide open little pussy!� Lisa gasped in shock and pleasure.��� Daddy tongue fucked his daughter for a few moments and then he searched out his real target.� His tongue licked and pummeled Lisa�s erect clit, bringing on an immediate climax.� Lisa was lost in sensation.� She almost passed out from the pleasure she was feeling from her daddy�s hands and tongue.� Daddy stopped and looked up at her to see if she was okay.� Lisa had an epiphany that moment.� When she had thought Daddy was trying to choke her in the shower, he only wanted to get the same pleasure from her mouth that he was giving her now with his mouth!�

She looked down.� She saw her hands on Daddy�s head, holding it and guiding it the way he had tried to guide her head earlier.� She made a vow to herself that if Daddy didn�t kill her with this pleasant sensation, she was going to do everything to Daddy that he was doing to her.� Then she let herself go and went right into that big orgasm.� When she had kicked and thrust her way through it, she was exhausted and her pussy and breasts were so sensitive that she had to push Daddy�s head and hands away while she recovered.� Daddy crawled up on the bed beside her and lay by her to cradle his little girl in his arms.� He made no sexual moves toward her though he was very much turned on by her soft little body, and the smell of her and the taste of her juices still on his lips.� He only stroked her fine hair and petted her and crooned softly of his love for her.

Lisa recovered her breath and lay relaxed in his arms as she made up her mind.� Then she said �Daddy, I want to love you now.�

Daddy felt a thrill go through him and the heat rise in his loins.� �Ok, Lisa, honey, make your daddy feel good�

Lisa�s answer was to wiggle down alongside Daddy�s body until she was facing his erect cock.� She eyed the big cock head and the shaft with its veined and stretched skin.� There was a clear drop which she carefully wiped off with a thumb before she began to lick it, paying attention to cover all the head and the rim around his big knob.� Then she sucked the head into her mouth and used her tongue on it the way Daddy had sucked and licked her clit.� She KNEW what that felt like!�

Daddy began to slowly pump his cock into her mouth about a half inch and pull it out again.� Lisa held her head still for that, but she kept her tongue busy.� It wasn�t long before Daddy was grunting as his pumping strokes became longer.� He grasped Lisa�s head and bucked and grunted as his sperm shot into her mouth and throat.� Lisa swallowed her daddy�s cum as fast as it came.� Daddy groaned out his last push into her mouth as Lisa allowed the slick head to slide back into her throat.� After a long moment, Daddy pulled back out, and pulled her back up into his arms and kissed her lips and tongue that were still slick with his cum.�

Lisa stretched an arm down between to hold Daddy�s deflating cock.� �I like to suck this big thing, Daddy,� she said.� �Can we do this every night if Mommy doesn�t come home?�

�Every single night? You bet, baby.�

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The end of Part 1

That�s it for this chapter folks.� Sounds like little Lisa is up for more fun.� Her BFF Anna may even join in.� I know Daddy will like that.�

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