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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. * * * * * * * * DYAD by Michael K. Smith mksmith1@swbell.net Part B: When we got home, I went upstairs to work on an essay for English; if I could get the first draft written tonight, I could check the spelling and copy it over neatly on Monday morning, and I wouldn't have homework to mess with over the weekend. Daddy had to work at his computer down in his study anyway, getting some numbers ready for a client or something. But we'd already made a date to watch "The Day the Earth Stood Still" at eleven o'clock. My father's a sucker for old sci-fi movies and by now I know most of them as well as he does. But that evening I was also preparing myself for the big seduction. After writing my essay, I took a long, hot shower and brushed my hair out in a big cloud of curls, the way I knew he liked to see it. And instead of my usual sleeping tee- shirt, I hunted around in my bottom dresser drawer and dug out the old-fashioned baby-doll nightie I'd bought in a fit of romantic optimism at a sale at Frederick's of Hollywood at the mall. It was very red and very sheer and only came down to my crotch, and the panties had skinny little tie-strings at the sides. Just putting it on made me feel five years older and fifty degrees hotter. Over that, I wore a short kimono-style robe that just barely covered the nightie. I have nice long legs that I'm kind of vain about and when I checked my appearance in the full-length mirror I was a bit startled at what I saw. The girl in the reflection could definitely hold her own. I went out on the landing shortly after ten and listened. The TV was going, so Daddy must be finished with his work. I didn't want to spoil the effect I was sure I'd have on him by wearing those beat-up old moccasins so I went downstairs barefoot, very quietly. Daddy was sprawled comfortably on the far end of the couch. He was wearing an old pair of drawstring pajama bottoms and he had his shirt off. Perfect. I paused on the third step from the bottom, straightened my kimono, pulled my shoulders back, and took a deep breath. "Almost time for the movie, Daddy?" As he glanced over, I descended the remaining steps and started across the room. He just stared at me like he'd been hypnotized. His mouth was open and only his eyes moved, flicking from my face to my breasts, to my waist, down my legs, and back up again. I don't think he even realized he was taking inventory like that, which gave me a dose of self-confidence. I desperately wanted him to think of me as just a young, desirable woman. A few feet away, I stopped, bent one knee inward like a model, and put my hands behind my back. "Whatcha lookin' at, Daddy?" I asked in my best purr. He cleared his throat. "Sweetheart, every time I turn around, you've grown again. You sure look older in that outfit." He smiled a bit nervously as I glowed at him. That was exactly what I wanted: Not to look fifteen! I sat on the middle cushion. His arm was stretched out along the back of the couch and I pulled it carefully around my shoulder. Then I leaned against his broad chest and took a chance by "accidentally" nuzzling his nipple; it quickly stiffened, which was really a turn-on. I wanted to lick it, just to see what would happen, but that might break the spell and scare him off. He stroked my hair and I was certain his hand was trembling. "You've become a beautiful young lady," he said softly and kissed the top of my head. I melted against him even more and it was my turn to shiver. "I love it when you pet me like that," I whispered, and burrowed in close under his chin. I'd used the word "pet" deliberately, like a subliminal suggestion. He stroked my upper arm and I listened as the pulse in his neck artery accelerated. Then his body went rigid for a moment and he gently pried me away from him. "Sweetheart,... you don't know what you're doing...." He seemed kind of anguished. I let the sash of the kimono loosen as I got up and moved onto his lap. "Daddy, I know *exactly* what I'm doing. I'm ready for this. I'd rather do it with you the first time than with anyone else in the world because I love you and I know you'll be gentle. But I'm going to do it with *someone*, Daddy. If it's a boy my own age, I'll be nervous and everything -- and I might end up with a reputation at school, the kind I don't want." The kimono was barely hanging on my shoulders and I was wiggling around and snuggling up close against him, letting my bare thighs rub against his, moving the tips of my fingers lightly over his bare chest, teasing the hair on the back of his neck with my other hand. Daddy had one arm around my waist to keep me from sliding off. I took his other hand and placed it firmly on my breast. He sounded like he was having trouble breathing. But the important thing was, I could feel his penis growing big and hard beneath me. One of my hands dropped to his lap and loosened the drawstring of his pajamas. When he didn't immediately dump me off on the floor, I slid my hand under the waistband and let my fingertips delve down into the thick hair. It was coarse and wiry and very male. I shifted my knee and managed to get my hand around the base of his penis and levered it up until the head pushed out above his pajamas. I wasn't quite sure what to do after that, but I knew how boys masturbated so I wrapped my fingers around the thick column and moved them slowly and softly up and down. All this time, Daddy was staring into my eyes, looking through to the back of my skull. I thought I saw arousal there, a man's desire for a woman. His being my father didn't count at this moment. His hand hadn't moved on my breast until now, when it began massaging the small mound and lightly pinching the nipple. It felt wonderful and I knew moisture was forming in my cunt. I squeezed his dick to let him know that he was doing what I wanted him to do. Then I got up on my knees straddling his lap and pushed my fingers through the thick hair at the back of his head. He made no resistance when I pulled him forward to my breast. He just stuck out his tongue and licked my nipple through the gauzy material of my nightie. It was kind of like he'd stopped thinking about what he was doing and was running on automatic. His mouth on my tit felt very nice, too. After a few minutes I was really getting overheated. Daddy's big hands gripped my hips tightly. I took the next step and pulled my nightie off over my head and tossed it on the couch with the kimono. I remembered what Mom had done and I cupped my small tits in my hands, lifting and squeezing them and pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger. The hot-flashes sizzled up my arms and down my spine. Daddy's hands replaced mine, which felt wonderful. I reached down to the sides of my panties and yanked the tied strings; the material fell away in a small red heap. I grabbed it out from between my legs and dropped it with the other stuff... and I was sitting naked astride my Daddy's lap. I felt like I truly belonged there, I really did. Deep down, this was what I'd wanted all along. Half of Daddy's cock was exposed above his pajama bottoms and it was twitching with his pulse. I pulled it toward me, rubbing the palm of my hand over the soft, smooth head as I tried to lever it down between my legs. Raising myself up and hunching forward, I finally trapped it against my crotch. The pulse continued to throb against my hot dampness and gave me delicious chills. Wiggling around, I got the first inch of so of Daddy's penis wedged inside me. It was a little scary: I wanted him all the way inside, fucking me the way he had fucked Mom, but part of me was terrified -- not only at the idea of having sex in the first place but at doing it with my father. When I looked into his eyes, I thought for a moment he'd gone blind. He was sort of glazed over, not really focusing on anything, and his pupils had contracted. And he was panting and trembling as he continued to squeeze my tits. He frightened me -- I was afraid I'd done something terrible to him and made him go into shock -- and I stopped moving and just watched his eyes. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and blinked rapidly several times. His hands moved down and gripped my waist, holding me steady as he thrust his hips upward. I felt his cock slide into me another couple of inches and I gasped, not from pain but just from the feeling and the mental image of it creeping into me. It felt huge somehow -- a very strange sensation. Daddy suddenly turned rather white and jerked his hips back. "No! What am I doing?" he moaned and tried to stand. But I couldn't let it all end here. My worries about the incest thing didn't matter anymore. And the sheer force of the lust that had built up in me overpowered any remaining fear of having sex. I threw my arms around his neck and humped my crotch against him. The emotion of the moment took over and I began to cry. "Daddy, you have to do this for me," I sobbed. "If you love me, then fuck me!" His arms encircled me and I realized he was crying, too. "Daddy, I love you so much and I can't stand it any longer! Please, please, take me upstairs and make love to me!" Without a word, he stood suddenly and I slithered off his lap but I managed to keep my hold around his neck. I thought it was all over, but Daddy bent and picked me up in his arms. He stamped his foot a few times and his pajama bottoms finally slipped off his hips and puddled around his feet. Then, still silent and with both of us naked, he carried me upstairs with no further hesitation. At the top, he paused and turned his gaze to the right, toward my bedroom. It was a long three seconds. Then he turned back to the left and carried me into his own room and laid me out on the kingsize bed. For another moment, he stood there looking down at me with tear-stains on his cheeks and an unreadable message in his eyes. Then I reached my arms up to him and whispered "Love me, Daddy...." He swallowed hard, reached to open the nightstand drawer, and pulled out a familiar little foil package. Without looking at what he was doing, he opened the wrapper and unrolled the translucent covering down over his trembling cock. Then, with a heavy sigh, he knelt on the bed, fitting his knees between mine as I spread my legs to receive him. I held my breath as he slowly, gently lowered himself onto me. I watched his erection bobbing until it disappeared from sight. Daddy moved it with one hand, up and down the length of the opening,... to moisten it, I suppose. But I knew he wouldn't have any trouble getting into me. My whole pussy was wet, and I'd lost my hymen a few years before when I began stuffing two or three fingers up into my cunt late at night to accompany my dreams. Then his penis slid all the way into me. It felt so enormous, like I was being skewered on a spit. It felt fantastic, too; all my nerve endings had moved down between my legs. When he began thrusting slowly into me and out again, I couldn't stop myself from moaning with pure pleasure. Also, without even thinking what I was doing, I raised my legs and tried to wrap them around his body, to increase the angle for him. I wanted him as deep inside as he could get. But he was too big around for me. Without taking his eyes off mine, he hooked his elbows behind my knees, bending me almost in two. I raised my feet even farther and hooked my ankles over his shoulders -- and then it dawned on me that this was the same pose my mother had been in that night. And now I knew why! This wasn't like just being naked: My cunt and my ass were both completely exposed and pointing upward. I watched Daddy's eyes staring into mine as his movements picked up speed. With each thrust, my whole body moved forward and back and the friction against my clit was electric. I'd never felt anything like that before. My climax was approaching and I clutched Daddy's arms because I was afraid I might pass out. I heard a high-pitched whining and discovered it was coming from my own throat. And when the orgasm rolled over me, I squeezed my eyes shut and drew in a deep breath of it. Daddy's penis was plunging in and out of me with such force and speed, it made a sucking sound. His balls slapped against my asshole, which puckered and twitched in response. And as he jerked convulsively, I imagined I could feel the splash of his semen against the end of my vagina, even through the condom. And I smiled happily up at him. I knew how lucky I was to have him for a Daddy. After another thirty seconds of twitching and jerking, Daddy sighed and blinked and licked his lips. His cock withdrew as he slowly rolled off and settled by my side. My hips and knees were stiff but I didn't mind. He lay there on his side looking at me and I knew he was feeling guilty about what we'd done. I felt I had to reassure him. Rolling over to face him, I reached down and gathered the hot fluids from my pussy on my fingers and smeared the moisture across his lips so he could taste and smell me. "Thank you," I said softly. "You don't know how happy I am right now. Don't worry about any of this, Daddy, please don't." I stroked his cheek and snuggled up close to him. "This is what I wanted, I swear." He looked miserable. "You know what I wish? I wish I could sleep with you and Mom so you could make love to both of us. We could share you." I smiled at his expression. "Okay, so I'm warped! The important thing is that I love you, Daddy -- more now than ever." He had already removed the condom and I reached down and took his shrinking cock in my hand. He looked away and tried to draw back but I kept hold of him. He was beginning to worry me; I had to get him to talk to me, somehow. I turned loose of him, scooted back to the other side of the bed, and rolled onto my back to stare at the ceiling. "You don't love me anymore, do you?" I asked with an almost-genuine catch in my throat. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I should have just fucked one of the guys at school. I could have found someone willing to do it." He sat up immediately and took my hand. "Jodie, sweetheart, that isn't true! Of course I love you; I always have and I always will. You and your mother and your sister are the most important people in the world to me -- and you know it. But I shouldn't have done this. It's not right." He shook his head slowly. "Maybe I love you too much. Maybe that's why this happened. But you just looked so...." He ran down and sighed again. "I wanted you," you finished. "Well, what are we going to do now?" he wondered after a long pause. "That depends," I replied slowly. "If what we've done is really going to upset you, we don't ever have to do it again. If you're asking me what *I* want---" I leaned over and kissed him. "Isn't it obvious? I want to go on making love with you." I had to smile again at his expression. "Not all the time, Daddy. Not every day, not even every week. But once in awhile, when we both want to. And when it's safe," I added. "Someone will find out," he said quietly. "They always do. And then your mother will divorce me, and I'll go to prison, and you and your sister will be sent to foster homes. I'm doomed and damned." That scared me. I didn't want anything to happen to my family. But having experienced what sex with him was like, how marvelous it was, I didn't know if I could be around Daddy every day without going crazy from wanting him. Daddy studied my face and smiled kind of sadly. "I hate myself for admitting this, Jodie, but as frightening as it is, I don't really want to stop. Let's not decide anything, okay? Let's just see what happens. We'll work it out, I promise." And he pulled me gently to him and wrapped me up in his strong arms and kissed my cheek and stroked my hair. I wiggled around until as much of my body as possible was plastered against his. I hugged him hard and kissed him at the base of his throat. And I told him again how much I loved him and all the reasons why. That took a little while. And then we made love again, slowly and gently and quietly this time. We both were sleepy so I spent that night in Daddy's bed, curled up next to him with my head cushioned on his arm. When I awoke the next morning, he was still asleep; I guess I wore him out. I carefully peeled back the cover and simply lay there, propped up on my elbow, studying him and thinking about the night before. Then I masturbated for a few minutes, just to take the edge off, before I eased out of bed and went down the hall to put on a robe. Downstairs, I gathered up the lingerie I'd discarded the previous evening and generally tidied up. While I was pouring myself some orange juice, Daddy wandered into the kitchen, also in his robe. He was rubbing the corners of his eyes and his hair stuck out at strange angles. As he plonked down in a chair, I set the juice on the table in front of him and kissed him lingeringly on the lips, the way I'd seen Mom do sometimes. "'Morning, Daddy." I flashed him a warm, secretive smile which he returned halfheartedly. "'Morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?" He sipped at his juice. "Horny." Then I had to get a paper towel to mop up the juice he nearly choked on. "Jodie, you have to be more careful about what you say! You can't just assume there's no one within earshot." I apologized and Daddy smiled as I slid into his lap and hooked my arms around his neck. "I really am, though. I want to do it again, right now." And I loosened the sash of my robe, which fell open to show him I was still naked underneath. Then I slipped my hand inside his robe and ran my fingers over his chest. He shivered and his grip on my waist tightened. The look in his eyes said he was ready. In a single movement, I rose and dropped my robe on the floor. Seeing his eyes flicking rapidly over my body made me even hotter. I pushed his robe back off his shoulders and he shrugged out of it. His cock was already jerking itself up at an angle. I sat facing him on his knees and scooted closer so that his rigid penis stuck up between us and his balls were snuggled in close to my cunt. I stroked his cock lightly with my fingertips and he lowered his head and began kissing my breasts and sucking at my nipples. Oh, that felt wonderful! There was a fire burning in his eyes again and an answering flame was building in my crotch. Finally, I just couldn't stand it any longer. My whole body was shaking. I tried to balance my feet on the rungs of the chair so I could raise myself up but I was too jittery and I nearly fell off. When I moaned, Daddy grabbed my waist and lifted me like I was weightless. I reached under and guided him into me and he brought me down kind of hard. I gasped, but not because it hurt. It was the sudden sensation of being filled up by him that was so delicious and shocking. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I began moving up and down. He held me steady and took deep breaths, and I came down so hard I was almost afraid his penis would punch a hole through the end. It didn't hurt, though. In fact, I wished he was even longer and thicker, like a baseball bat. My clit was sending out red-hot jolts over my entire body and I heard myself starting to cry again, it was all so overwhelming. Each time I came down on him, his hips bucked upward. He was getting red in the face and I could feel the heat radiating from my own body. This was very different from the previous night: That had been "making love"; this was pure sex. It didn't take long at all this time and when he came, I actually did feel him erupting inside me. That's when I suddenly realized we hadn't used a condom. That panicked me for a moment but it was too late to worry about it, so I didn't. All I could think about was that there was a naked penis jammed way up inside me, shooting gobs of semen all over everywhere. I think I suddenly "understood" about sex at that moment. Why it exists, I mean. A man and a woman can't get any closer than that. It's the ultimate way to share your love for someone. I swore silently to myself that I would never have sex with anyone I *didn't* love. Daddy and I fucked twice more that Saturday -- once on the living room couch and once sprawled across the foot of his big bed. And each time was wonderful. It was like we had an agreement not to think any farther ahead than that weekend. We watched TV together, me curled up on his lap and him stroking my shoulder. And we slept together again that night -- just slept, no sex. I fell asleep with his big arms wrapped around me, keeping me safe and secure. We went out to eat again for lunch on Sunday, this time at a restaurant where we'd never been before, way over on the other side of town where no one knew us; we held hands and whispered together like it was a real date. I even called him "Mark," which made him laugh. But even though Daddy looks pretty young, we got some odd looks from people at other tables. I don't think he even noticed, though, and I didn't care. Mom and Angela came home late Sunday afternoon and I think Mom was a little surprised when I hugged her so hard. We had something -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>