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At His Daughter's Mercy:PART TWO (Mf; teen; inc; cons)

by Schulzie


Dana scrambled down the hallway as quietly as possible hoping her father 
would not be aware that she had been in his bedroom. Her heart was still 
pounding with excitement from seeing her Daddy's enormous erection 
pushing up the front of his briefs as he laid there sleeping.  The 
thrill of catching a glimpse of his covered hard-on gave her goosebumps. 
Even though it was her father's penis, the idea of seeing a grown man's 
organ excited her greatly. She now wanted to see it out in the open, 
free of the restraints of his underwear, standing there in all its 
glory. Though she was 14 years old, she was totally ignorant about 
penises except from the diagrams and illustrations she had seen in her 
sex ed books. Now she just had to have a look at the real thing.

Not only did she want to see it, she wanted to touch it. She was 
absolutely fascinated with how men's penis go from being little and soft 
to become long and hard. And by the way her Daddy's penis was standing 
up and pushing the elastic waistband of his shorts to the limit, she 
knew his penis was above average in size. What would a hard penis feel 
like, she wondered.

She started to head back down the hall to her bedroom. Suddenly, the 
telephone rang. She raced down to the bottom of the stairs to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Dana? Oh, hi", came the response. "This is Mr. Bill." Dana recognized 
the voice. It was her Dad's friend from work. She had known him since 
she was little. "How's your Dad doing this morning?"

Dana played dumb. She didn't want anyone to know she knew about her 
father's condition or somehow her Dad would find out she had been in his 
room looking at his erect condition. "What do you mean?", she asked 
innocently.

"Oh, isn't he up yet?" He sure is, Dana thought to herself. Really up.

"Gee, I didn't even know he was home. I just woke up myself." she lied. 
"Why, is there something wrong?

"So you don't know about his little accident on the slopes last night?" 
asked Bill. That news confirmed what Dana had surmised when she saw the 
casts around both of her father's wrists and hands. Bill proceeded to 
describe what had happened to her father, how the doctors had told him 
how he would be limited in what he could do for a few weeks. "You 
know...you're going to have to help your father a lot for awhile. With 
both wrists in those casts..."

Just then, Dana heard her father on the extension phone in his bedroom. 
>From the sound of his voice, he must be on the speakerphone. "I've got 
it, sweetie", said Jim. "You can hang up now."

"Okay, Daddy. Goodbye, Mr. Bill."

"Goodbye, Dana. Nice talking to you again. Remember, you're going to 
have to give your Dad a hand until he can do for himself."

Dana hung up the phone. Give him a hand, she pondered, considering Mr. 
Bill's last words.Yes, Daddy will need a helping hand, won't he? With 
both of his hands disabled, how will he be able to function. With those 
casts not only covering his wrists, but also a good portion of his hands 
and fingers, there were some things he was just not going to be able to 
do for himself. How was he going to eat? How was he going to dress 
himself? God, how was he even going to be able to take a shower and 
bathe himself?
Dana knew at that moment that she was going to have to become his hands. 
She would have to do things for him. She would have to feed him, she 
would have to help him get dressed, she would have to...wash him.

Yes, I will have to help Daddy wash himself. There's no way he'll be 
able to take a shower and wash himself; not with those casts on his 
hands. He can't get the casts wet. Even if he could, he'd never be able 
to soap himself up and scrub the dirt off his body. She would have to 
wash his face and chests and arms for him. She would have to clean his 
whole body, wouldn't she? She'd have to clean everything, including his 
penis. She grew more excited as she realized that this was her 
opportunity to see his penis without his underwear on. It would be 
there; right in front of her. And not only would she be able to see it, 
she'd get a chance to touch it.

But would Daddy go for her washing him so intimately, she wondered. He 
was always so modest around her. Would he bulk at the idea of his own 
daughter, just barely in her teens, soaping and washing his nude body, 
especially his private parts. Dana imagined that her father would 
probably be embarrassed about asking her to do such a thing. But what 
choice did he have? Since her Mom had died when she was two, and with 
Daddy not having remarried or even having a serious girlfriend, he had 
to rely on the goodwill of female relatives to do simple things like 
sewing buttons on shirts. 

Dana remembered how embarrassed her father was when she had her first 
period. He had to ask his daughter's grandmother to buy a box of 
sanitary napkins for her, and discuss with Dana all the particulars she 
might need to know about menstruation. Though her father had gotten 
better about buying her "women's products" in recent months. she giggled 
to think about how he would blush when the subject came up.

Dana knew she would have to take the initiative and convince her Daddy 
that she would have to help him in spite of his own embarrassment. It 
was something she was sure that he could never ask for himself. She had 
to do it for her Daddy's sake. He needed her help.

And she badly needed to see his penis.

"Dana! Can you come up here? I need you for a minute!"

Daddy's calling, she thought to herself. "Be right there!", she yelled 
up the stairs.

Dana went skipping up the steps and down the hall to her father's 
bedroom. The door was still closed from when she had snuck out of his 
room earlier. She opened the door slowly, not knowing what she might see 
when she looked in. Her Dad was not on the bed. She could not see him in 
the room anywhere.

"Dad?"

"I'm in the bathroom, sweetie", Jim said, "I need your help."

Dana went over to the bathroom that was in her Dad's master bedroom. The 
door was partially open and she could see her father's face and upper 
chest leaning around the door where it was open. She could see the cast 
on his left hand as he tried to hold the door to keep it from opening 
even more.

"I guess you got the news from Mr. Bill about my little mishap last 
night, huh?"

Dana nodded. "Does it hurt real bad?"

"Not as much as last night, little girl, but it still hurts. My left 
hand's not as bad as my right one. My right hand is the one where I 
broke some fingers, too. I had hoped to be up before you woke up so you 
wouldn't be surprised about my being home."

Dana said, "I feel so bad for you, Daddy." From the position her father 
was in behind the door, she wondered if he was totally naked. He 
certainly didn't have a shirt on, that was obvious. Had he taken his 
underwear off, too. Was his naked penis right behind the door? Did he 
still have an erection, she wondered. The sight of that 
underwear-covered erection she had seen earlier kept playing in her 
mind.

"What did you call me for, Daddy? How can I help you?"

Jim blushed and began to stammer. "Sweetie, I really need to use the 
toilet in a bad way, but...", Jim sighed, and pushed on, "but I can't 
get my underwear down." Dana could tell from the look on his face that 
he was very embarrassed about the situation.

"I can't hook my thumbs to get a hold of my underwear so I can go to the 
bathroom", he continued, "could you..." He paused, as if he didn't want 
to ask her to do something that would surely embarrass both of them.

"Could you..."

Dana tried to make this easier for her father. "How can I help, Daddy? 
Can I help you pull your underwear down for you", she asked, trying not 
to seem too anxious to help.

Jim was both relieved and embarrassed at the same time. He was glad he 
didn't have to complete the question, yet at the same time he hated the 
idea of imposing on his young daughter by asking her to pull his 
underwear down for him. How embarrassed would she be?

"Would you, honey? Daddy hates to ask you but I really need to go to the 
bathroom!"

Dana suppressed a grin as best she could. "I don't mind, Daddy. I can 
see you need help."

Jim looked at his daughter and thought about how sweet she was to do 
this for him. "Okay, let's do this. I'll turn around, and then you can 
come in and help me with my back towards you. Okay?"

Dana nodded, as her father step back behind the door. "Are you ready, 
Daddy?"

"Come on in."

Dana opened the door, and looked at her father. He was standing there in 
the briefs he was wearing earlier when she had seen him. His back was 
towards her, but she could see the entire length of his body as he stood 
there, almost naked. God, she thought, he really has a nice body for an 
old man. Jim was not really an old man. He was 35 years old, and he kept 
himself in excellent shape. He was lean with good muscle tone. He worked 
out occasionally at the gym, not to pump himself up to some muscular 
freak, but to keep himself slim and healthy. Dana had seen him in his 
swimming trunks at the beach, but this was the first time she had 
thought of her own father as a man. She suddenly realized that her Daddy 
was a hunk.

"What should I do, Daddy?"

Jim hesitated again. Then he said, "If you could just yank my underwear 
down, then let me have some privacy, that would be great."

"Sure, Daddy. I can do that." And with that, Dana got down on her knees 
and began to pull her father's briefs down. She looked at his butt as 
she lowered his underwear. His buttocks were tight, and she could help 
thinking that her own father had "buns of steel." Now she realized why 
so many women find a hard butt so sexy. She only had a few seconds to 
sneak a peek, but Dana took in as much as she could while the 
opportunity lasted.

When she got his briefs down, she said, "Okay, I'll give you some 
privacy now, Daddy."

She turned to leave the bathroom. As she started to close the door, Jim 
said, "Could you wait in the bedroom for me to finish? I'm going to need 
some help pulling them back up."

"Sure, Daddy. Whatever I can do."

Dana closed the door. After about thirty seconds, she could hear the 
beginning of the sound of her Daddy peeing as the splash of his urine 
hit the porcelain. As she listened, she heard her father mutter, "Damn", 
very quietly. She figured out that her Dad's aim might have been off and 
missed the toilet bowl. Again, another "damn" came from the bathroom. 
Finally, the flow slowed down to a trickle, stopped completely, and Dana 
heard the toilet flush. A minute or so passed without any sound coming 
from the bathroom.

"Daddy? Everything okay?"

Jim spoke up. "Honey, could you get me another pair of underwear out of 
my top drawer? I had a little accident and wet on my underwear."

Dana let out a quiet little giggle. Poor Daddy, she thought. Then she 
had an idea. "Daddy?  Would it be easier for you if you just put your 
robe on? That way you won't have to go through all this every time you 
need to use the bathroom."

Jim realized that Dana must have been embarrassed about helping him with 
his underwear and that the robe suggestion was her idea of putting them 
both through future humiliation.

"That's a good idea, sweetie. It's on the hook in the walk-in closet. 
Why don't you bring it to me?"

Dana went to fetch her father's robe and brought it to the bathroom 
door. Jim took it from her as he stood behind the partially open door. 
After a few seconds, she heard him say, "Dana, could you help me get 
this robe on. It's kind of difficult to get it on with my hands in these 
casts."

"Sure, Daddy." Dana opened the door to find her naked Daddy standing 
with his back to her again, with one arm in the robe and the rest of his 
nude body open to her admiring gaze. There's that cute butt again, she 
thought to herself. She wanted this opportunity to last a little longer 
than before. She really wanted a chance to get a good look at her 
Daddy's butt. She noticed the wet underwear her father had kicked off, 
and the little puddles of pee on the floor. "Oh, Daddy. You really did 
have a little accident. Let me clean it up first. She grabbed some 
toilet paper from the holder next to the toilet and began to wipe up her 
father's urine from the floor. Jim began to stop her, "That's okay, 
sweetie, I can get that." But she had the job finished before he could 
protest. When she wasn't wiping up his urine, she was sneaking peeks at 
his firm butt, wonder what it would be like to grab his cheeks and give 
then a squeeze. When she was finished wiping up, she tossed the toilet 
paper in the waste basket, then picked up his wet briefs gingerly, and 
tossed them in the hamper. The entire time, she kept looking over her 
shoulder at his rear, admiring the muscular tone of his butt as he stood 
there reluctantly, unaware of the inspection his teenaged daughter was 
giving him.

Then, realizing that this was taking more time than her father might 
like, she helped him on with his robe from behind his back, holding the 
robe up so he could slip his arms into the sleeves. Once he had the robe 
on, he encountered one more problem. "Honey, could you help me tie the 
sash?"

Jim turned around. He was able to hold the robe closed, but he wasn't 
able to do that and manipulate the sash that helped keep the robe closed 
at the same time. Dana took both ends of the sash and tied it for him. 
For a split second, as Dana worked around her father's hands which were 
holding the robe closed, Jim had lost his grasp on the front of his robe 
allowing it to open a little. Though he grabbed it in time to keep from 
exposing himself, Dana thought she had caught a fleeting glimpse of his 
penis. She wasn't sure - it had happened so fast - but the very idea 
that she might have seen it startled her a bit.

Jim seemed to realize that Dana might have seen his penis for a second, 
too. He thought he had grabbed it in time before his robe opened up, but 
he noticed she reacted right at that moment when he had lost his grip. 
Oh, God, he thought. She couldn't have seen much, but what if she had? 
Was she shocked? Embarrassed? Disgusted? Should he say anything and 
apologize? He looked down at Dana as she finished tying off the sash and 
saw no noticeable reaction from her. Perhaps she didn't see his penis. 
Maybe he should just say nothing unless he wanted to risk really 
embarrassing her.

Far from embarrassed, Dana was excited at the possibility that she might 
very well have seen his penis for a brief second. She could swear she 
saw his brown, curly pubic hair again, and she was almost positive that 
she saw flesh directly beneath it. But with the shadow that was cast by 
the robe, she wasn't really sure. It had been less than an hour since 
she had first spied her Daddy in his underwear for the first time, his 
penis erect, and now her mild interest in penises in general had become 
an intense obsession with one penis in particular...her father's penis. 
She wanted to see it and touch it in the worst way. An hour ago, this 
whole idea was unthinkable. But now, she knew it was only a matter of 
time before she would do both.

After she finished helping her father with his robe, Dana told him to 
get back in bed while she made him a little breakfast to bring up to 
him. He told her that wasn't necessary, that he wasn't really hungry, 
but she told him that he needed a little something to eat. "How about if 
I fix you some toast and a cup of coffee?"

Jim thought for a minute and said, "Okay, you're probably right. That 
would be fine." Then as an afterthought, he added, "And sweetie, could 
you bring up those pain pills I  left on the table last night? I'm 
starting to feel a little throbbing in my wrists."

"Sure, Daddy. Anything else I can do for you?"

"No, honey. That'll be fine for now."

As Dana fixed her Daddy's coffee and toast, she began to imagine what it 
would have been like if his robe had opened all the way as she tied his 
sash. What would his penis look like? She had a pretty good idea what it 
looked like when it was erect, but it certainly wasn't erect under his 
robe. What does a penis look like when it's not erect? Was it just as 
exciting to look at soft as it is when it's hard? And what about his 
balls? She had a much better idea about what balls were like. She had 
seen a number of male dogs from behind. She always found it amusing to 
watch as their balls would bounce around in their sac as they walked. 
Did men's balls do the same thing?

She was especially curious about what her father's reaction will be when 
she touches his penis. It was going to happen soon. There was simply no 
way, she knew, that he'd be able to wash himself properly all by 
himself. He was going to have to accept her help. No matter how much he 
might try to bulk at the idea, she was going to have to convince him 
that there would be no other way to get the job done. She was concerned 
about his hygiene. She was also concerned about her own overwhelming 
desire to get acquainted with his most intimate body part - his penis.

She took his breakfast up to him on a tray. A cup of hot coffee, a 
couple slices of buttered toast, and the pain pills he had requested.

"Boy, I'm glad you came back quickly. My wrists are really begin to 
ache. Did you bring the pills?"

"Here they are, Daddy."

He took the plastic bottle from her, but quickly discovered that he 
couldn't open the bottle. When he tried to grasp the bottle with one 
hand and pull the cap off with the other, he discovered that he couldn't 
turn the cap without extreme pain shooting through his wrists.

"Let me help, Daddy." Dana took the bottle from him and opened it 
easily. She handed one of the pills to him. "Here", she said, "hope it 
works quickly. You really seem to be in pain."

"Thanks, baby." Jim threw the pill to the back of his throat, and 
reached for his coffee. But the full cup was too heavy for his sore 
wrist to even lift more than an inch. He nearly dropped the cup as he 
put the cup back down on the tray. "Jesus, that hurts", Jim said as he 
winced from the pain.

"Here, let me hold it for you," said his daughter as she lifted the cup 
to his lips, allowing him to sip his coffee and wash the pill down his 
gullet.

"Thank you, sweetie", he told her, "you're so sweet to help me like 
this."

"I love you, Daddy. Don't you know I'd do anything to help you while 
you're like this?"

Dana gave her father a kiss on the cheek. She stayed with him while he 
ate. He could manage the toast alright, but she needed to help him with 
the coffee because his wrists were too weak and sore to bring it to his 
lips for himself. She sat on the bed next to where her father was lying. 
They talked as he ate, and as they did she would look down at the front 
of his robe and imagine it was open. She could vaguely envision her 
Daddy's penis exposed to her. It seemed as though the entire morning so 
far was full of thoughts about that penis she wished she could see right 
now. Her obsession with seeing her father's penis distracted her from 
what he was saying.

"Dana? Are you listening?"

Back to reality. "I'm sorry. Did you say something, Daddy?

"I said that I was getting a little groggy from the pill. I think I'll 
take a little nap. Could you take the tray with you as you leave? I 
don't think I want anymore coffee."

"Okay, I'll let you rest, Daddy. Maybe you'll feel better after you wake 
up."

She leaned over and gave him another kiss on the cheek as she picked up 
the tray and headed for the door. "Have good nap, Daddy", she said as 
she left, watching him drift into sleep even as she was closing the door 
behind her.

About an hour later, she went upstairs to check up on him. She opened 
the door and looked in. He was still asleep, almost the same way she had 
left him. But he had shifted his legs while he was asleep. She noticed 
that the robe  had opened quite a bit right beneath where the sash kept 
it from falling open completely. The gap between both sides of the robe 
was not wide enough to expose him, but she realized that with a little 
help from her, she could separate both sides to widen the gap for better 
viewing of what laid beneath the robe.

Her heart started beating rapidly and her breath quickened. Could she 
get away with it without her father knowing it. she wondered. Gee, she 
thought, that pain pill was strong enough to knock him out pretty 
quickly, maybe he's so out of it he won't be aware of me in the room. 
She tiptoed over to the side of the bed where he was sleeping. He was 
sleeping soundly by the way he was breathing, she decided. If she could 
just open up his robe a little more, she'd see what she had been 
thinking about all morning. But she hesitated, fearing that the movement 
of the robe would awaken him. After a few minutes, she decided to take a 
chance.

Slowly, she moved closer toward his legs. She avoided touching the bed 
itself, worried that if the mattress were disturbed, he might feel it. 
Carefully, she stretched both arms out over his robe where the gap 
began, placed the thumb and forefingers of both hands on the edges of 
both sides of his robe. Slowly, very slowly, she lifted the edges of the 
robe and began to separate and open the robe, widening the gap even 
more. She looked up at his face for a reaction. He was still asleep with 
no signs of stirring. Bravely, holding her breath, she continued peeling 
both sides of the robe apart slowly. Then. she began to see something as 
the opening robe started to expose the area around his crotch. She 
continued to quietly and softly pull at the robe and she realized that 
what was coming into her view was the sac that contained his balls. She 
knew from sex ed, this was his scrotum. Her eyes opened wide as she got 
her first real glimpse of a man's private parts. She could see hairs 
growing out of the sac. The skin itself looked a little like chicken 
skin after it had been plucked. She didn't dare stop opening the robe 
now or she might lose the nerve to continue later. As she opened it 
more, she could see his balls outlined in the sac. One of his balls 
seemed to droop a little lower than the other one as they both seemed to 
leaned more toward his left leg than his right. God, they're big, she 
thought as she opened her father's robe even wider.

Then. right above his left testicle, lying on his upper thigh was his 
penis. There it is, she thought to herself, trying not to burst with the 
excitement she was feeling inside.
She couldn't see all of it yet, but as she slowly moved that side of the 
robe out of the way, more of it was coming into view. She realized that 
her panties were starting to get really moist now. God, they've been wet 
all day, she thought. Now it feels like I'm gushing down there.

She knew that with just a little quick tug of the remaining material of 
his robe, she would soon see the whole thing. Her eyes would at last get 
to see her Daddy's penis in all of its wonderful glory. And then, the 
delicate task was over. Her father's penis was completely uncovered. She 
could see it all now with nothing in the way to block her view.

For a minute, she just stared at it. Not only was it the first time she 
had seen her father's penis, it was the first time she had seen any 
penis. She was enthralled. It was beautiful, she told herself. Unlike 
the last time when she saw it through his underwear, it was not erect. 
It lay there against his upper leg, soft. Yet, it was big, even in that 
condition. Dana tried to estimate it's length, and figured it was almost 
six inches long in its flaccid state.

The most curious thing about her Daddy's penis was that she could not 
see the head. She knew from illustrations she had seen that at the tip 
of the penis is a head. She remembered that her sex ed textbook called 
it the glans penis. But instead of seeing a head, she saw several folds 
of skin that seemed to be covering the head of his penis. This was 
strange, she thought, how come there's skin covering the head of his 
penis. She was a little disappointed because she really wanted to see 
what the head of his penis looked like. She felt a little cheated. Was 
there a way she could pull back that skin and see what was under it? 
Would she be able to do that now, right here, without disturbing him? 
She thought about it and decided to throw caution to the wind. Ever so 
carefully, she reached out with her thumb and forefinger and grabbed the 
skin at the end of his penis very softly and gently. She looked at her 
Daddy's sleeping face as her fingers came in contact with his penis. The 
skin was so soft as she grasped it, lightly at first, then as she was 
sure he was still asleep, she held it more firmly. Very, very slowly, 
she began to pull back the skin that covered the head of his penis. It 
seemed to take her forever to retract the skin. Finally, she began to 
see the head emerge from the skin. The more she pulled back, the more of 
the head came into view until finally she could see a bumpy ridge that 
surrounded the head. And now she felt cheated no longer. Her desire to 
see her father's penis was fulfilled. She marvelled at the wonder of her 
Daddy's penis, loving the sight of it more than she thought she would. 
Carefully, she turned his penis this way and that way to get a full view 
of his gorgeous organ. She slowly became aware of something happening as 
she continued to inspect her father's penis. It was beginning to grow, 
expanding it's size in her hand and before her gazing eyes. He's getting 
an erection, she realized. And then, she heard a soft, low moan escape 
from his lips. She  immediately dropped his penis which seemed to take 
one bounce off his leg, and begin to rise. Her Daddy was waking up, she 
thought. As quickly as she could, she crawled toward the door, hoping to 
get out of his bedroom before she got caught. She made it to the door, 
stood up, and began to leave. As she closed the door, she got one last 
look at her father's penis. It was still growing, rising up at a rakish 
angle from his stomach. And it didn't seem to want to stop growing.

She walked quickly and quietly down the hall to her room, locking the 
door behind her as she entered. Her mouth was wide open, just from think 
about seeing her Daddy's naked penis, touching it, and feeling it begin 
to grow in her hand as she toyed with it. She was trying to catch her 
breath, and then realize how damp her panties had become from all the 
excitement of the day.


Continued in Part Three

Stories by Schulzie specializes in stories about teens, incest, 
exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation and oral sex.

http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/authors/schulzie.htm




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