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 For a Father's Love part 2

   by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

   (Mg, incest, ped, oral)

   ***

   After the death of her mother a daughter builds a special bond with her
father.

   ***

   My heart was racing; I was sweaty and panting uncontrollably.  Staring
at the ceiling above, my head throbbed as if I may possibly have a stroke.
Slowly I turned my gaze upon my young daughter, her chest raising and
falling from exertion.  She too was damp with perspiration, her dirty blond
hair plastered to her skin and beads of sweat peppered her forehead like
drops of rain.

   Her bright green eyes glimmered in the dim light; her mouth slightly
parted allowing for the additional air her lungs needed to breathe.  Her
lips were glossy and slightly swollen from the efforts of her performance.
The tail-tail sign of my recent orgasm still dangled from the corner of her
mouth as it slowly crept downward.

   I came so much it was incredible and I even surprised myself.  There was
no way she could swallow that much so quickly and it over flowed her mouth.
I sighed.  It wasn't supposed to be like that the first time.  I wanted to
take it slowly, to go at a pace she'd be comfortable with but I couldn't
help it.

   Taking her hand I brought it to my lips and kissed it.  "You were
wonderful Honey," I whispered turning on my side to face her.  She still
stared upward toward the ceiling.  "Thank you very much." She still lay
immobile, her breathing finally coming under control.  "You made Daddy very
happy tonight," I added leaning over to kiss her.

   Her lips were sticky and sweet and I could taste the pungent flavor of
my own semen but I didn't care.  She made me happy and I was going to show
her that I didn't mind kissing her after I came inside of her mouth.  Sperm
isn't something to fear but to embrace.  That would be one of the first
lessons I'd teach her.

   She did a great job for it being her first time.  Perhaps it was more my
excitement that made it seem that much better, but once my cock was inside
of her mouth, I had to fight to keep from cumming.  I wasn't in the battle
for long.

   Tonight should have been just a touchy-feely night, a time for
exploration for both of us.  I didn't want to rush it, didn't want to
frighten her or give her cause not to be a willing participant.  I'd have
her play with me, touch me cock and learn not to be afraid of it.  I'd do
the same to her and even bathe her with kisses from head to toe.

   It was supposed to be different but once we started, I couldn't stop. 
She seemed so eager to learn, so willing to obey on her quest to make me
happy.  After I caressed and stroked her, I began kissing and licking her
on every square inch of her body, saving her privates for last.  I didn't
want to rush it.  I would go slow and easy.

   She was so soft and pliable, her small slit so tight with a tang of
urine as I lapped away at her.  She complained about my stubble scratching
her delicate skin so I used my palm as a barrier, keeping my face away from
her.  I'd have to make it a point to shave before bed tomorrow night.

   Then it was her turn.  Lying on my back I instructed her, guided her on
where to touch me as the gentle softness of her hands sent chills down my
spine.  She was hesitant on her task, not sure what to do and not wanting
to hurt me.  I assured her many times that she was going great.

   She also touched me every place except his privates in the beginning. 
For her it was more out of fear or embarrassment than wanting to prolong my
excitement.  The Seven or eight minutes she took before she finally touched
my cock drove me mad.  It was more torture than if she had been slowly
stroking my cock the entire time.  Anticipation can be a powerful tool.

   "Kiss it," I whispered through labored breaths.  "Just the tip."
Watching as she looked intensely at my swollen manhood, I held my breath.
It seemed to take so long as she held my erection firmly in both hands and
stared down at it as if it may attack her.  In a way, that wasn't so far
from the truth.

   "Go ahead, Honey, it will make Daddy happy if you kiss it.  You want to
make Daddy happy, don't you?" I urged.  Not breaking her stare, she leaned
forward at a snail's pace and touched her closed lips to the tip before
shutting her eyes.

   The kiss only lasted a second or two but caused my cock to swell even
more.  There was a thick droplet of pre-cum resting at the hole and it wet
the center of her lips, staying attached to her mouth as she backed away,
and breaking after stretching nearly a foot.

   We both stared at the thin tendril of clear liquid extending along my
thigh, the end with a head that slowly dripped down the side of my hairy
leg.  My cock surged again sending yet another bead of clear gel from the
eye.  I noticed her staring at it, not sure what to make of it.

   "It's happy juice, Honey," I said attempting to calm her fears.  When
you make Daddy happy down there, it makes a sweet juice to reward you," I
added taking my finger to wipe it off.  Christy stared at the droplet
clinging to my finger tip as I brought it closer.  "Taste it."

   Her eyes crossed as I moved it just inches from her mouth, insisting she
taste it.  Her lips parted slightly and I rubbed the globule against her
mouth, coating her lips.  I watched as her small, pink tongue darted out
briefly before disappearing once again into the confines of her mouth.  I
smiled when her nose wrinkled at the unusual flavor.

   "Don't worry about it, Honey, you'll get used to it." Her hands were
still holding me tightly and as she relaxed her grip, another drop oozed
out, running down the head on onto her hand.  She must have not known what
to do as she jerked her hand away as if it had been burned.

   Taking her wrist, I brought her hand towards my face and licked off the
clear fluid.  I needed to show her it was okay to eat it and what better
way than to do it myself.  "Kiss it again, baby," I said after returning
her hand to my cock.  "Only this time a little longer, okay?" For several
long seconds she looked at my throbbing cock.  It was a golden brown with
large bulging veins running all over it.  The head was angry red and was
slightly thicker than the rest of it.  "It will make Daddy so happy," I
added smiling at her.

   Again she slowly lowered her face towards it, her breath tickling the
underside as she turned it at the last second to kiss the opposite side to
where the pre-cum left its track.  I couldn't resist the urge to hold her
there and brought my hand behind her head and kept light pressure on it
preventing her from pulling away.

   My free hand joined hers around my cock to redirect the angle.  Her
mouth was now touching the tip and pre-cum was smeared along her lips. 
"Open your mouth, Honey," I groaned through clenched teeth.  Slowly she did
and I tenderly pushed the head past her lips.  Her eyes quickly closed as
the sharp, tangy liquid overpowered her taste buds.

   Applying more pressure, I pushed an inch more into her mouth and felt
her struggle slightly, attempting to pull away.  "It's okay, Christy, just
relax and let Daddy do this." I should have stopped at the first sign of
resistance but I didn't.  I was too far past the point of no return as my
hormones guided my actions.

   Her hands released my cock and I got a better grip as I tried to push
even more into her small mouth.  Her lips were stretched around the bulbous
head and I knew I was leaking a lot of pre-cum because I always did.  "Suck
it, baby girl," I mumbled nearly out of breath.

   Softly she began applying pressure, increasing my pleasure and pushing
me over the edge.  I tried to hold it back, really I did.  It wasn't that I
wanted to spare her the `shock' of my ejaculation, but rather I wanted to
extend my pleasure for as long as possible.  I grunted loudly as the first
wad rocketed out, filling her small oral cavity and I felt her jerk
backwards.

   She couldn't move as my grip held her firmly in place preventing even
the slightest movement.  "Swallow it!" I almost yelled as the second and
third shots quickly pursued one another adding still more semen into her
rapidly fill mouth.  I watched as her throat bobbed several times tying to
dislodge the clinging mucus from her windpipe and making room for more cum
to follow.

   She was gagging and still struggling to get away; trying to breathe as
the tangy coagulate slowly diminished its assault.  Finally it was over and
I released my death grip on the back of her head and allowed my semi-erect
cock to slip from her mouth.  Immediately she began coughing sending flakes
of cum flying from her mouth onto my skin and down her chin.

   She turned to leave but I grabbed her arm and pulled her down onto the
bed.  She wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.  "Stay with Daddy."

   Leaning over I scooped up the slug-sized wad of cum that had nearly
reached her earlobe with my tongue.  I brought it back towards her mouth
and kissed her once again, pushing the thick goo into her mouth.  My tongue
darted around her small mouth, rubbing her teeth, inner cheeks and dueling
with her tongue until the cum was gone.

   My cock was hard once again and I debated on what I should do about it.
Briefly I thought about having her suck me off again and shook that from my
head.  "Don't push her too hard right now," I whispered to myself thinking
what would happen if I did that.

   "Are you okay, Sweetie?" I asked touching her cheek with the back of my
hand.  She gave a partial grin but didn't look at me.  "You made Daddy very
very happy, do you know that?  You were so great tonight," I added hoping
the compliment would make her feel better.

   "Daddy?" she said keeping her eyes fixed upward.

   "Yes, Honey?"

   "Why did you pee in my mouth?" I had to smile at her innocent question.
I guess to someone who never saw sperm before, it might seem like that.

   "I didn't pee in your mouth, baby.  That was Daddy milk.  Only daddies
can make it for their little girls.  You know how mommies make breast milk
for babies to drink?" She slowly nodded after giving it a little thought.
"Well, it's kinda the same thing only for bigger girls, like you."

   "It tastes weird."

   "Yea, I know, Honey, but you'll get used to the taste, I promise." She
lay motionless as I contemplated my next move.  "Here, let me show you what
it looks like," I said straddling her stomach and pointing my erection
towards her face.

   Her eyes were mere slits and she intensely watched as I began
masturbating, my hand covering the full eight-inches of my raging erection.
Just having her watching was a huge turn on but knowing what I was about to
do sweetened the pot.  I could feel her clamminess under my butt as I
lightly rested on her, my legs bent and my feet almost touching her knees.

   I quickened my pace, pre-cum lubricating each stroke.  I could hold out
longer since I had just ejaculated, but I was doing this for her, allowing
her to witness what it was that moments earlier was flooding her mouth. 
She needed to see it, touch it and maybe taste it once again.

   Taking her right hand, I brought it towards my shaft and bumped her
fingers against my balls.  "Play with them," I said resting the bouncing
sack in her palm.  At first she didn't move and only the motion of my
jerking kept them moving.  Finally she closed her hand, trapping it in her
grasp.  She squeezed slightly and I lost it.

   The first wad shot powerfully from the tip, landing with a splat in the
small divot between her breast bones.  The second one simply dripped from
the tip onto her stomach but the third shot reached her neck before
trickling downward.  The fourth and fifth globs splatter semen from her
stomach all the way to her pale, dime-sized nipples.

   I was sweating and panting once again as sweat dripped from my nose onto
her belly.  Her eyes had widened when I first ejaculated and were still
bugged out with surprise.  Her hand still held my scrotum but with very
little pressure.  Wiping my face with the sheet, I sat next to her watching
her reaction while she stared at all the cum covering her.

   Taking her hand, I brought it to the goo and began smearing it all over,
making sure to cover as much of her body as I could.  She was making a face
as her fingers slipped and slid effortlessly over her chest coating
everything from her neck to below her navel.  She looked so sexy covered
with my cum that I was afraid that I would want more.  My cock was
semi-erect but I knew that I could coax it hard again if I needed to.

   More times than I can remember my wife and I made love five or six times
a day and several times we had marathons fuck sessions to see how many
times I could come in one day and collapsed after 13.  That was the only
time I came that many times within 24 hours, but I had a feeling with
Christy, I may break my own record.

   Reaching over I turned off the light.  I'd better give her a break now
or I might scare her off from ever wanting to do this again.  I cradled her
next to me, my arm draped across her sticky abdomen as I drifted to sleep.
She'd stay the rest of the night soaked in my cum to get her used to the
feeling.  There'll be more times to come where she'll be coated like this
or fall asleep with my cum leaking from her little snatch, but for now,
she'll just sleep with my man-glaze crusting to her skin.

   I drifted to sleep with my hard cock nestled against her leg and the
strong odor of our love making filling my nostrils.  It went quicker than I
expected, but she didn't seem to object much and appeared to even enjoy
making her daddy happy.  I'm sure in a few weeks, when she's comfortable
with pleasing me orally, I'll move on to our next stage.  That will take a
little longer as I don't want to injure her.

   I dreamed of Julie that night and wondered what she would say about what
happened.  Would she want us to be together, making love to each other,
making each other happy?  She must know how lonely I am and how much I
truly miss her and how eager Christy is to please me.  I'm sure she'd want
me to be happy.  She's always said that before.  It was almost like a
premonition on her part.  She said once that if anything ever happened to
her she'd want me to move on and be happy with Christy.  I'm sure this is
what she meant.  This is what she's wants.  What we both want.

   ~ end of part 2
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