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Daddy's Guilty Feeling (father/daughter, inc)
by Phil Thompson (georgebush@noway44.com)
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I remember the night like it was yesterday.
It was a Thursday around 9:00 p.m. and I was lying in my bed,
trying to fall asleep by reading a book. I had won a race
earlier in the day in a track and field event at my high
school, but my back was really aching from all the activities
and exercise I had been doing.
As usual, my father came in to kiss me goodnight and sat on the
foot of my bed and talked to me for a while. He told me all the
usual garb about how he was proud of me for winning the race,
and of my good grades, and so on. We usually talked to each
other for about 10 or 15 minutes like that and then he would
kiss me on the forehead and say "goodnight."
A few minutes after we began talking on this night though, he
asked me how I was doing, and I told him my back was really
sore from all the running and exercise. I was kind of surprised
when he asked if he could rub it for me.
Feeling a bit restless and sore, I gladly accepted his
invitation and got on top of the covers and laid on my stomach.
(He had given me a wonderful backrub about a year before; so I
was really looking forward to it).
I was wearing my usual nighttime outfit, which consisted of a
plain white tee and white silk panties (much more comfortable
than cotton). My father had on his favorite pair of flannel
boxers and to be totally truthful, he does have a nice body; so
the boxers accentuated him nicely that evening. As with the
previous year, my father straddled my butt and started rubbing
my back through my shirt, working his hands all around.
My shirt was a little crunched up in the back though and his
hands touched my bare skin just above my panties a few times.
After about five minutes, he asked me if it felt good, and I
told him that I especially liked when he rubbed my lower back
because his hands felt nice on my skin.
"Well, we can make it feel good all over, sweetie, if you take
your shirt off then."
"Yeah, but I don't want you to see my breasts, daddy."
"Then just pull it up and keep it around your neck. You're
going to be on your stomach after all, and I can only see your
back from here anyway." His point made sense to me, and his
hands did feel good; so I did a half push-up, and he pulled my
shirt up to my armpits so that it was all bunched up around my
breasts.
I laid back down and he started rubbing again. The difference
was unbelievable. His hands felt magical against my skin
whereas they had only felt good against my shirt. He must have
rubbed me for nearly twenty minutes that way and I enjoyed
almost every moment of it.
My shirt was starting to rub against my arms in a way, however,
that was irritating them a little bit; so I told him that I
wanted to take my shirt off. I asked him to close his eyes as I
sat up and took my tee off over my head. Then I laid back down
and resumed getting the backrub.
I remember feeling so tingly as my father's hands would
sometimes graze the sides of my 34c breasts. I think after the
first few times, he noticed that I had gotten goose bumps; so
he started glancing his hand along my sides a little more,
barely touching the outside edges of my boobs. He changed
positions so that he was sitting on the backs of my upper
thighs and focused more on rubbing my lower back. His fingers
would drift under the elastic band of my panties from time to
time and once again, my body would be overcome by a tingling
sensation.
I remember hearing a gulping sound and then the questions, "Do
you want me to do your front?"
"What?" I asked.
"Do you want me to massage your front? I bet it'd feel good to
have your hard abs massaged."
I couldn't believe I was actually going to let him do it, but I
rolled over on my back and exposed my stomach and breasts to
him. His head jerked back a bit and the expression "whoa" came
out of his mouth when he saw my breasts for the very first
time. He sat on my pelvic bone and started in on my shoulders,
but worked his way down in no time to my breasts.
"Oh that feels good, daddy."
My words only encouraged him. He kept rolling his fingers and
palms over my 34cs for nearly 5 minutes. Then he moved down so
that he was sitting on my tan thighs and started massaging my
abs. They felt so tight at times and his hands really felt good
running over them. I guess it shouldn't have come as a shock to
me when he kept moving down and slipped a finger under the
elastic band at the top of my panties.
I remember actually hearing the sound of his finger grazing
against my pubic hair. He moved his finger a little lower so
that it was entangled in my patch of pubes and my body jerked a
little bit. Then he took his finger out and grasped both sides
of my panties with his hands. He started rolling them down a
little.
"Daddy, I'm not sure I want you to do that," I said with a
slight crack in my voice.
"Shhhh, sweetie," he said in a calming tone, "it's okay." His
hands continued to roll my panties down some more; the top of
my pubes now exposed.
"Daddy," I said, "I don't know about this, really."
"Shhhh, baby, I told you; it's okay."
My pubic hair was now fully exposed and the upper parts of my
vagina were starting to come into view. "Now, honey, I want you
to think about his. If these come off, I think you know what's
going to happen."
A million thoughts rushed through my head, and a few minutes
passed, but then I decided to lift my hips up. My father didn't
miss a cue as he pulled my panties down past my vagina, over my
thighs, and down my legs until they were finally off. He
dropped them on the floor and stood up and lowered his boxers
at the same time.
I remember thinking how massive his penis looked, jetting
straight out from his body. He climbed back on the bed licking
my thighs and then moving his head between my legs. He only
gave two long licks to my vagina before moving up even farther.
When he reached my ear, he whispered, "Can you spread your legs
a little bit more, sweetie?"
I increased the space between my tan thighs as I extended them
outward from my body. My father grabbed his penis in his hand
and started rubbing it along my inner thighs and vaginal lips.
He rubbed it up and down all along the slit and I watched as
little leaks of pre-cum stuck to my body.
I couldn't believe the head of my father's cock was actually
touching my pussy lips. My head was spinning with thoughts and
disbelief as he positioned himself for the plunge. My heart
raced as I realized what was about to happen.
Then I felt the head of his penis start to push into me. With
one long slow thrust, my father slid his entire penis inside my
vagina, which grasped onto it oh so tightly. A strange feeling
of euphoria encompassed my body, realizing that it was not my
boyfriend, but my father who was balls deep in me and pumping
away.
Daddy lasted only two or three minutes before collapsing onto
me as his cock jerked inside me.
Although it's never happened again, I'll never forget that
night and the look on my father's face when he was done.
Nowadays I get away with just about anything around the house.
Daddy feels so guilty for what he did that night that he just
about never says no to me any more. It's kinda fun.