From daddy@dvdimension.com Sat May 03 02:10:56 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.stories.incest
Subject: RepostbyRequest"Oh, daddy, I love you too" - a story
From: "MugFacePete" <daddy@dvdimension.com>
Date: 3 May 1997 06:10:56 GMT
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DADDY'S GIRL
Memories Of A Loving Daughter
Chapter Three
From http://dvdimension.com/daddysgirls
THE FIRST BATH
Looking back on that time still made the young mother's nipples harden
and her clitoris swell when she thought about it. She would never forget
it, couldn't forget it--the touch of her daddy's hands in the bath, the
sight of his huge, hard penis. Even after all the years that had passed,
Cindy could close her eyes and see it all over again.
The young mother vividly remembered sitting naked in her bath water that
day, waiting for her daddy. All the business with her mother's objections
about the evening bath with Daddy had somehow changed things. Would her
daddy really want to do something like that?
What would it be like? Would he let her hold his penis? Would he play
with her between the legs?
Unconsciously, little Cindy's fingers found her bare pubis while she
dreamed of her daddy's cock. It felt good when she played with her closed
little slit and budding clitoris. She didn't know what she was doing, but
she knew it felt good, and that's what she was doing when Daddy finally
walked through the bathroom door.
She jerked her hands away quickly, suddenly afraid that he'd be mad at her.
But he wasn't. He wasn't mad at all. He hadn't said a word, although he
did stop for a long moment and look at her there in the tub. He looked at
her in a way she had never seen before, then broke into a smile.
"Is my little girl ready for her bath?" he asked her, grinning as he always
did. Cindy nodded her head, still a little afraid about being caught
playing with herself.
She needn't have worried. When her daddy started bathing her that night,
everything about the bath was different from all the baths in the past.
First of all, when he knelt beside the tub to begin washing her, he didn't
use a wash cloth. He worked the soap in his hands and applied the lather
directly. He didn't say a thing, but his hands went straight from her neck
and shoulders to her budding breasts. He lathered them a long time,
tweaked her nipples until they stood erect in his hands. He held them
gently between his fingers and rolled them, every so slowly.
She watched her daddy's hands at her breasts for a long time. Shivers shot
down from her tender cone-shaped tittles to her crotch. She started
rubbing her butt against the bottom of the tub.
"You like that, sweetheart?" he asked, smiling at her as he continued
"washing" her breasts. "You are going to have perfect breasts, baby, just
perfect."
"Really, daddy? You like them?" she asked, looking to his face now and
loving the way he wan running his fingers from base to the tips of her
nipples. "Ohh, daddy. It feels really good when you do that."
"Good. Stand up now and let me finish washing you," he said then.
She stood but her daddy remained on his knees beside the tub. His head
came to about her belly button.
He looked up into her eyes and smiled as he worked the soap between his
hands again. Then, he dropped his head and looked straight ahead as his
hands soaped her body below her breasts, across her tummy and around
behind, just above her butt crack.
Then, he turned her around with his hands and pulled her a bit closer to
him. She could feel his breath on her butt.
Meanwhile, his big, gentle hands soaped her tiny ass. He kneaded her
cheeks, pulled them apart and stuck a soapy finger just into her asshole,
then out again.
"Oh! Daddy!" she squealed.
"Bend over a little, baby, so daddy can wash you better," he said, almost
whispering, after a long time when nothing was said.
"Ok, daddy," she said, bending slightly at her waist, her butt and crack
now smack in front of Daddy's gaze.
"Oh, you're such a beautiful girl. I love you so much," he said as she
displayed her pussy and ass to her kneeling daddy.
"Oh, daddy, I love you too," she said, wanting to turn around and hug him.
He must have read her mind then, because he placed his hands gently on her
small hips and turned her to face him. She stood now with her hairless
pubic mound at her father's eye level. But instead of hugging her as she
wanted at moment, he instead picked up the soap and lathered it in his
hands, saying nothing.
She could remember looking down at him as he reached behind and lathered
her buttocks, worked around to her lower tummy and, finally, began washing
her pubis.
He ran his hands over her tiny pussy lips, teased her clitoris and ran his
finger just inside her slit.
Cindy's hips jerked uncontrollably when he laid his middle finger along the
length of her pussy.
"Oo. Daddy! Oo!"
"Does that feel good, baby?" he asked, smiling lovingly at her, his middle
finger still working along her tight slit.
"Oh, Daddy, yessss it does! Oh, Daddy, is this sex?"
"Well, yes, I guess it is. Do you like it?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy. I know Mommy wouldn't like it, would she?"
"That's right, sweetheart. If anyone, anyone, were ever to find out about
this, it would be the end of our family," he said, now running his hands
all over her pubic area, between her legs and to her ass.
"Ooo, Daddy, ooo! I promise Daddy, I promise it's our secret," Cindy
squealed as her daddy's finger probed lightly just inside her pussy lips.
"Ok, baby, OK. Here, let me dry you off now. I want you to come into the
bedroom with me," said Charles, reaching for a thick towel and rubbing her
from head to toe.
She took her father's hand, stepped out of the tub and padded naked
alongside him into the master bedroom. Cindy's excitement peaked and a bit
of fear edged into her mind. This was where Daddy and Mommy "did it"
together. The girls at school had told her about fucking, and she wondered
what was going to happen there on her parents' bed.
But her daddy's hands chased all thoughts. He picked her up and laid her
on her back onto the huge king size bed. Then he bent over her, eyes
locked onto hers and lightly kissed her on the lips. At the same time, his
hands fell to her tiny breasts and her large, sensitized nipples.
Cindy moaned and her daddy kissed down her neck to her breasts. He kissed
and licked them, and little Cindy squirmed on the bed. Still, he kissed
lower, down to her navel, then across her tummy to her hairless pubis.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, can I see your cock, please, Daddy," she remembered
getting up enough courage to say as her Daddy spread her legs and his lips
began kissing the inside of her childlike thighs.
He stopped then for a moment and looked up to her from between her legs.
"Are you sure you want to see Daddy's cock, sweetheart?" he asked as he
looked into her eyes again.
All she could do was nod, feverishly, and beg her daddy.
"Yes Daddy, please, oh, please...I saw it once before, but not up close."
With that Charles drew away from between his daughter's splayed thighs,
stood beside the bed and undressed before her intense gaze. Unconsciously,
Cindy's left hand dropped to her wet little pussy. She touched it lightly
as she watched her daddy's clothes fall to the floor.
Then, just as he was down to his underwear, she stuck her thumb of her
right hand in her mouth. When Charles' dick finally came into view, Cindy
lost all control. She suddenly rubbed her clitoris faster, sucked hard on
her thumb, and began grunting.
"Ump, umm, umph, unhh..." The noises came from deep in her throat and were
muffled by her thumb which she now sucked even harder as her daddy moved
closer, his huge, hard cock standing right over his daughter's face.
She watched as he stroked it slowly. It seemed to grow even larger as he
did it. Her eyes were locked on it as she sucked her thumb and frigged
herself with her other hand.
"Here, you try it," he said, taking his hand off his cock and reaching for
her wrist. She gladly let him move her hand from her mouth to his cock,
and when she closed her hand around it, she nearly fainted with excitement.
"That's it, baby. Feel how hard it is?"
"Uh huh. It is, Daddy," said the little blonde-headed girl as waves of
excitement swept through her body.
"Here, like this," he said, wrapping his hand around hers and slowly moving
it up and down his rock-hard dick. He let go and Cindy kept it up.
"Like this Daddy?" she asked as she continued jacking her daddy's cock when
he removed his hand.
"Ummm. Oh yes, honey. That's it...ummmm, yes."
"Does it feel good Daddy?"
"Oh yes, sweetheart. It feels wonderful. Don't stop."
Neither Cindy nor Charles heard the front door of the house open and close.
Nor did they hear Margaret enter the house and walk down the hallway.
She did remember that her daddy's cock had just started to spurt cum when
her mother walked into the bedroom and caught them. She didn't know what
the white cream was, and just as she was about to ask him, Margaret stepped
into the bedroom.
"Oh my God! Charles! Cindy!" her mother screamed.
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