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 Sarah's Daddy an erotic tale by Ms.  Which

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   Sarah Rosen stared intently into the mirror, making sure everything
looked perfect.  Her hair was done up in a French twist, and she was
wearing her best dress and a pair of low heels.  She'd even gone so far as
to sneak into her mother's bathroom and use her lipstick.  In Sarah's
opinion, she looked very adult.  At least, that's what she hoped.  She was
only 13 years old, but she wanted to look pretty for her Daddy today.

   Sarah was no fool, and she knew when her parents had been fighting.  It
had been happening a lot lately.  Her bedroom was right over her parents'
room, and in the last few months she'd heard nothing but fighting coming
from that room.  Her mother would come in late from work and complain to
her Daddy that he was doing a terrible job taking care of the house and his
daughter.  Then Daddy would say that he was doing the best he could with no
help from her.  Then they would start to yell at each other and her mother
would usually storm out and sleep in the guest room.  Sarah wasn't
positive, but she thought she'd heard her Daddy crying a few times after
some of these arguments.  It worried her.  She loved her Daddy very much,
and she didn't want him to be hurt.

   That's why she was all dressed up today.  Last night her mother had been
so angry that she'd screamed that her husband made her disgusted and she
couldn't take it anymore and didn't want to have to look at his face.  Then
she'd left and gone somewhere else.  Sarah guessed she'd gone to Grandma's
house, but there was no way of knowing for sure.  Daddy had held his head
in his hands for a few minutes, until Sarah came over and hugged him and
told him that she loved him no matter what.

   Daddy had smiled wearily.  He promised Sarah that the next day they
could have a barbecue and maybe go to the park, and that she shouldn't
worry.  So the next morning when she woke up, Sarah made a special effort
to look good.  She wanted this to be a special day, and she wanted her
Daddy to feel better and not look so upset.  Sarah checked herself in the
mirror one last time before she headed downstairs.  Perfect.  She could
have passed for a sixteen-year-old.

   James Rosen was downstairs, setting up the grill on the deck outside. 
He tried not to think about the last in the series of fights he'd had with
his wife.  Nothing he did could satisfy her.  All she did anymore was
berate him and call him names.  When she was home, that is.  James hadn't
made love to his wife in over seven months now, and if he saw her for an
hour a day he was surprised.  Not that he really wanted to see her at all
right now.  His daughter was the only thing he lived for, really.  He
half-smiled as he thought of how she'd wrapped her arms around him last
night.  She was a sweet-tempered child; nothing at all like her mother.

   As James heard her footsteps coming down the stairs, he glanced up. 
When he saw her, he involuntarily gasped.  His little girl had transformed
herself into . . .  well, she looked much older than usual.  When had she
developed cleavage?  And where had she found those shoes and that make-up?

   "Don't you like it, Daddy?"

   James realized that he'd been staring.

   "Sure, baby, you look beautiful.  I was just surprised."

   Sarah beamed at him and twirled around so that her skirt flared out.

   "I'm glad, Daddy.  I wanted to look good for you today."

   James smiled.  His daughter was beautiful.  He'd forgotten all about his
wife and the horrific argument they'd had the night before.  That was last
night; this was today.  He was going to enjoy himself with his daughter
today, come hell or high water.

   As he thought this, his daughter came over and kissed him on the cheek.

   "I love you, Daddy.  When's lunch?"

   "It'll be a while, baby.  You can sit over there and talk to me while I
set up the grill, OK?"

   "OK, Daddy."

   Sarah went over and sat down on a deck chair, watching as her Daddy went
to work on the barbecue grill.  It was a hot summer day, and he was only
wearing a pair of shorts.  Her Daddy was still young, and she thought how
handsome he looked, working shirtless in the sun.  Every girl should be so
lucky.  She knew some girls in her class whose fathers were in their
fifties.  Sarah wrinkled her nose just thinking about it.

   "So what are we going to do today, Daddy?"

   "Well, sweetheart, you tell me.  We could do lots of things.  What's on
your mind?"

   Sarah thought.

   "Well. . .  can we see a movie?"

   Sarah knew perfectly well, as did her father, that her mother
disapproved of her going to movies.  Her mother felt that they were a bad
influence on young minds.

   James grinned.

   "Sure, baby.  Why not?"

   Sarah giggled.

   "We'll see the early one, sweetheart.  Then we can come back here and
watch the boat races.  Sound OK?

   Sarah nodded enthusiastically.  Their deck faced a river, and the local
regatta was being run this weekend.  She liked watching races.  The noise
and speed excited her, although as young as she was, she didn't recognize
it as such.  She just knew that she adored races.  Her Daddy had been a
stock car driver at the local dirt track for awhile, until her mother made
him stop.  Just one more reason to love her Daddy, in Sarah's opinion.

   As James inspected the charcoal to make sure it was lighting properly,
he felt Sarah's arms encircle his waist as she planted a series of small
kisses down his spine.  James felt his cock twitch inside his shorts.  He
froze solid, his heart pounding.  This was his DAUGHTER, for God's sake. 
He mentally berated himself and told himself to ignore the brief moment of
arousal.

   "I love you, Daddy."

   James smiled weakly.

   "I love you too, sweetheart.  But you should go sit down.  I don't want
you to burn yourself."

   Sarah pouted briefly, but did as her Daddy said.  He usually knew what
was best for her, anyway.  She kicked her legs back and forth off the high
deck chair as she waited for him to finish with the grill.

   "OK, baby, it's all ready.  I'll go get the burgers."

   Sarah and James spent the rest of the afternoon on the deck, watching
the regatta preparations, eating burgers, and talking easily.  Sarah had
always had a good relationship with her father.  They talked about
everything; school, friends, you name it.  She felt she could tell her
Daddy anything.

   For his part, James spent much of the afternoon trying to ignore Sarah's
white cotton panties, which were easily visible to him every time she
uncrossed her legs.  What the hell was wrong with him?  He was becoming
aroused by his 13-year-old daughter!  Admittedly, she was beautiful, and
she loved him, and she was sweet and special and wonderful, but . . . 
James sighed.  This was not helping.

   Sarah didn't notice her father's discomfort, and continued chatting
happily with him.  She was so glad she had him.  If it weren't for him, her
mother would have made her life miserable.  But Daddy always protected her.
Sarah, even at her young age, had the vague idea that perhaps Daddy's
protective attitude toward her was part of the reason her mother was always
so angry and upset with him.  But she never really formulated that
sentiment to herself.  She just loved her Daddy.

   James extinguished the grill.

   "All right, sweetheart, I'm going to go get dressed for the movie.  You
think about what you want to see, OK?"

   Sarah nodded.

   "Affirmative, Daddy."

   James grinned and kissed her on the cheek as he headed into the house.
He thought about what it would be like to kiss her on the mouth. . .  to
kiss her neck. . .  her beautiful perfect neck. . .Goddamn it, he had to
stop this.  She was his daughter, and he was in charge of her, and he had
to stop these twisted and perverse thoughts.  He finished dressing and went
to go collect the light of his life.

   "Ready to go, baby?  Know what you want to see?"

   "Uh-huh, Daddy.  They're showing 'Bull Durham' at the dollar movies and
I want to go.  Is that OK?"

   James mentally groaned.

   "Honey, don't you think that movie is a little old for you?"

   Sarah giggled.

   "Come on, Daddy, I'm old enough.  I know what sex is.  Besides, I'll be
with you!"

   That's the problem, O precocious child of mine.  But James didn't voice
that sentiment.  He only sighed and nodded.  It was her day, after all.

   "All right, sweetheart.  We'll go."

   James followed his daughter out to the car.

   "Buckle up, baby."

   "I always do, Daddy."

   James smiled.  He headed toward the movie theater.  They lived a fair
distance from town, and so he had to take the interstate whenever he wanted
to do anything in the city.  As he entered the freeway, he accelerated to
about the speed limit and stayed there.

   Sarah grinned and looked at him impishly.

   "Faster, Daddy. . .  please?"

   James pressed down a little harder on the gas pedal.  His little girl
loved speed.  He hit about 85, and looked over at Sarah.  She was leaning
back against her seat, in heaven.  Her mother had hated fast cars.  James
remembered when he'd quit driving stock cars.  His wife had forbidden him
to continue.  She hated racing and everything associated with it.

   "I love you, Daddy."

   Sarah, on the other hand. . .  James smiled.  The faster, the better. 
He kissed his index finger and touched it to her forehead.

   "Daddy loves you too, darlin'."

   The car sped onward, holding two passengers who were, on the whole, very
pleased to be with each other at that moment in time.

   At the movie theater, Sarah and James decided to forego popcorn, since
they'd recently stuffed themselves full of burgers.  They sat toward the
back, because Sarah hated getting stuck in front of people who wouldn't
shut up during the movie.  Sarah settled into her seat and asked her father
impatiently how long it would be until the movie.

   "Not too long, sweetheart.  Be patient."

   It wasn't long before the movie began.  Sarah liked baseball, which is
why she'd wanted to see this movie.  James only hoped that the sex scenes
weren't as heated as he remembered.

   They were.  James became a little uncomfortable as Kevin Costner and
Susan Sarandon writhed around on the screen.  Sarah, however, was rapt, her
attention centered on the screen.  She wondered idly if her Daddy and her
mother had ever made love like that.  She doubted it seriously.  Poor
Daddy. He deserved so much better.  She reached over and took her Daddy's
hand, resting it on her own on top of his leg.

   James closed his eyes and tried to ignore the passionate lovemaking on
the screen and his daughter's touch on his leg.  He was not going to become
aroused.  He was not going to become aroused.  He gritted his teeth hard
and thought of stock prices and baseball scores. . .  anything, Jesus,
anything at all so that he wouldn't be thinking of his daughter that way.

   Sarah, unaware of her father's struggle, leaned against his shoulder and
smiled contentedly.  Not many girls were lucky enough to have a Daddy who
would take them to a movie like this.  Her Daddy was so understanding.

   In the car on the way home, Sarah leaned against him again, drawing her
legs up on the seat.  James wished he'd got a car with bucket seats. 
Sarah's arms went around his waist and he could feel her breath on his
shoulder.  He supposed that he was lucky, really.  It could have been
worse. She could have wanted to take a nap with her head in his lap.  He
wondered idly if his wife had returned home in their absence.  He doubted
it.

   The house was as deserted as when they'd left, although now the sun had
set.  He left Sarah -- Jesus, she was even more beautiful by moonlight, God
help him -- on the deck and went to change his clothes again.  It was 95
degrees outside, and when he came back to his daughter he was again clad
only in shorts.

   "Ready for the races, baby?"

   "Yeah, Daddy.  Can I sit on your lap and watch them?"

   She hadn't wanted to sit on his lap for years.  James knew that if he
allowed it now, he was doomed.  But she was so beautiful, and he loved her
so much, and he just wanted to touch her, that's all, no more than that. .
.

   "Sure, honey."

   She crawled into his lap and let her legs dangle to the side, his knees
between hers.  She took hold of his hands and placed them around her so
that he was holding her around the waist, and leaned back against his bare
chest.  James began to stiffen.  He tried desperately to hold back, but it
was impossible.  Every time Sarah shifted her weight, she rubbed against
his cock.  James closed his eyes and prayed to God she wouldn't notice.

   The boat race began before them.  James noticed that every time the
boats zipped past on the river, Sarah squirmed a little.  It would have
normally been imperceptible, but in his aroused state he noticed every
little squirm and wriggle.

   "Daddy, will you take me racing some day?"

   "You mean in a boat, sweetheart?"

   "No, your car.  I want to know what it feels like to go that fast in a
car."

   "Sure, baby."

   Sarah sighed contentedly and wriggled against her Daddy.

   "Daddy, I love you."

   "I love you too, baby.  I love you too much sometimes, I think."

   Sarah shook her head and giggled.

   "You could never love me too much, Daddy."

   James only groaned softly.  She was wrong.  He was as hard as a rock.

   Sarah squirmed around in his lap, turning around completely so that now
she was straddling his lap.  She rested her head in the hollow of his neck,
listening to his heartbeat.

   James held perfectly still through all of this.  His cock and her vagina
were now separated only by his shorts and her panties.  He was afraid to
breathe.

   Sarah smiled up at him lazily.  She wriggled in closer, wanting to be as
close to her Daddy as she could.  Then James saw her eyes slowly widen.

   "Daddy . . .what's that?"

   "Honey, do you trust me?"

   "Of course I trust you, Daddy.  I love you."

   "OK, baby.  Daddy loves you very much too.  Very very much.  A little
too much, in fact.  Just trust me, sweetheart.  Daddy won't hurt you."

   "I know, Daddy.  You'd never hurt me.  You're my Daddy."

   James was in mental agony.  It wasn't too late to stop this.  He could
just get up and leave.  But he loved his beautiful little girl so much, and
he was so godawful hard, and it had been so long . . .

   "Honey..  Daddy is going to take his shorts off."

   Her reply was a soft whisper into his chest.

   "OK, Daddy.  Let me help you.  I want to help you feel good, OK?"

   James nodded, and with his little girl's help he slid his shorts off. 
His cock was so hard it was pointing almost straight up in the air, right
between his daughter's spread legs.

   "Can I touch it, Daddy?"

   James groaned.  He was doomed.

   "Yes, baby.  Daddy would like that very much."

   Sarah took her Daddy's cock in her hand, sliding her fingers gently up
and down either side.  She watched as it twitched in response to her light
stroking.  James stroked her hair as she experimented, sometimes squeezing,
sometimes stroking, and sometimes just gripping it in her soft hand.

   "Daddy. . .  will you put it inside me?  That's where it belongs, isn't
it?"

   James's heart stopped for a long moment.  He responded slowly and
extraordinarily softly.

   "Yes, angel.  That's where it belongs.  Help Daddy.  Help Daddy love
you."

   Sarah wriggled out of her panties.  She was pressed right against her
Daddy, so close that he could feel her lips against his aching erection. 
She positioned herself so that his cock was pushing right against the
entrance to her vagina.

   "Like this, Daddy?"

   James nodded.

   "This might hurt at first, honey.  I'm probably a little too big for
you."

   "I don't care, Daddy.  I want you inside me."

   James had never been able to resist his little girl when she gave him
that imploring gaze.  He placed his hands on his daughter's hips and slid
his cock into her waiting pussy.  He'd been right; it was too big.  Sarah
let out an agonized groan as he pushed all the way into her.

   James gasped out, "Are you all right, baby?"

   She nodded and leaned forward against his chest.

   "Yes, Daddy. .  I'll always be all right when I'm with you."

   They stayed like that for a long while, Sarah sitting on her Daddy's
lap, resting her head on him, with his cock inside her.  Neither wanted to
move.  From time to time Sarah would kiss her Daddy's neck and chest, and
James stroked his daughter's hair and occasionally her small breasts.  But
for the most part, they just sat still, listening to the other's heartbeat.

   "Daddy. . .  I love you."

   "Sarah, baby, you have no idea how much I love you back.  Daddy loves
you more than anything else in the world."

   Sarah began to rock against him, gently, sending waves of pleasure
through his cock.  It wasn't enough to bring him to orgasm, not nearly.  It
wasn't meant to be.  Sarah just wanted to love her Daddy like he loved her.
She swayed and rocked against him, listening to his tortured breathing and
his groans, for nearly two hours.  The night passed as the lovers moaned
and kissed and trembled and sighed.  The boat race had ended long ago and
the moon was high in the night sky.

   Sarah's breathing had become rapid and high-pitched, gradually, over the
course of the last few hours.  Her Daddy noticed through his haze of
pleasure, and reached down to finger her clit.  As she rocked and swayed on
his cock, his finger slid back and forth across her now-swollen clit, and
he felt her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she buried her face in
his chest.  He felt her moans more than heard them, as hot vibrations
against his skin.

   As Sarah rocked back and forth on her Daddy's cock and slid against his
finger, she began to feel brief tingles shooting from between her legs. 
These tingles got longer and longer, and more and more pleasurable, until
she could barely remember where she was.  She began moaning for her Daddy,
calling his name again and again as his finger pleasured her nearly
unbearably.  Then, suddenly, the pleasure became so intense that she
couldn't even remember her own name, and she began to shudder, closing her
eyes as lightning flashed behind them and she let out a long sobbing moan
as her pussy contracted again and again around her Daddy's hardened cock.

   James felt his daughter come to orgasm as he stroked her, and couldn't
bear the gentle rocking anymore.  He lifted his daughter away from him,
sliding his cock out of her completely.  She gazed a thim bewildered.

   "Daddy. . .?"

   "It's all right, baby.  Daddy is going to take care of you."

   He picked Sarah up and carried her into the living room, where he laid
her gently on the rug.  Then he spread her legs apart and laid down on top
of her, covering her body with his own.  James bent his lips to his
daughter's waiting mouth and kissed her gently, probing her mouth with his
tongue.  She tasted like peaches.  James smiled distantly.  Then, unable to
wait any longer, he slid his cock into her and began thrusting, slowly and
steadily.

   Sarah groaned and wrapped her legs around her Daddy's back, as tight as
she could manage.  This was the best, most amazing feeling she'd ever had,
and all she could think was that she loved her Daddy more than anyone in
the world.  The tingling started to come back and she forgot where she was.
She just started moaning uncontrollably.

   "Oh Daddy, I love you I love you it feels so good oh don't stop I love
you I love you so much don't stop Daddy oh please it feels soooo good don't
stop Daddy Daddy I love you Daddy. . ."

   James, gasping and groaning himself, heard his daughter's cries as from
a far distance and began to thrust harder and faster.  He couldn't help it.
This was the most aroused he'd been in his entire life, and he forgot that
he'd intended to be light and gentle.  He began to fuck his daughter with
abandon, hard and fast.

   "DADDDDDDDDDY, oh YES YES YES I love you I love you you're my Daddy and
I love you unnnnnnnNNNHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS. . ."

   James felt Sarah buck and shudder beneath him, in the throes of another
powerful orgasm.  He couldn't hold back anymore and thrust powerfully into
her sweet young body, groaning her name as he spurted, again and again.

   "Oh Sarah oh my sweetness and my light my angel my blessed angel you are
so good to me and Daddy loves you so much so very VERY much oh YES Sarah oh
YES Sarah oh YES Sarah oh sweet Jesus. .."

   After both their orgasms had subsided, James withdrew slowly from his
daughter's body and drew her to him, holding her in his lap and stroking
her hair.  She turned her face toward him and smiled slowly.

   "Oh, Daddy. . ."

   "Shhh, Sarah.  It's all right.  It's going to be all right."

   "Do you still love me, Daddy?"

   "I've never loved you more in my entire life, baby."

   "Can we do it again?"

   James knew then that he was forever damned.  He smiled back down at his
beautiful naked daughter.
   "Yes, baby.  As many times as you want."