("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2010. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Sophie's Story by Anon (super.soph86@hotmail.com) *** The author describes this father daughter story "as sort" of an autobiography. (Mg, ped, inc? cyber) *** Chapter 1 Things had changed forever. Several of my friends had suffered the pain of seeing their parents drift apart, separate and, ultimately, divorce. I remembered each of them coming to school morning after morning with an ever-increasing air of sadness about them. I was too young to understand what it really meant. Your parents being there was something you took for granted. No matter what happened in those early stages of your life, they were the ever-present constant that it was always assumed would always remain. My relationship with Dad was always, to say the least, more special than those enjoyed by my friends. So when, during a picnic in my favourite park, my parents told me that they just didn't love each other anymore, and that Dad was to move into a new house 25 miles away, it felt like the walls had caved in. Whilst I knew that those exciting, special and naughty times Dad and I had shared were an expression of the most natural love I could imagine, I had never truly appreciated that they must have been to the neglect of his relationship with Mum. Not that she knew, of course. He had gone to obsessive lengths to ensure that our secret remained just that. And even on those rare occasions that a risk was taken - our brief excursion upstairs during my paddling pool birthday party three years previously being the perfect example - the passion was mitigated by a subtle nervousness that only a man with everything to lose could understand. Being 12 years old, and with my Mum working longer and longer hours, I knew that I was growing up. It wasn't just the peculiar sensation of my breasts beginning to grow, or noticing the embarrassment on a man's face as he realises I've caught him looking at me. My growing up was more to do with heartbreak. That dull ache that could only be caused by the absence of the man I loved, and the man who loved me in return. Chapter 2 Being almost two months since Dad left, life had a sense of unfamiliar normality. This is how life was to be from now on. My twice-monthly weekends with Dad had become the permanent focal point in my life. As each day passed, I crossed off another milestone in my mental calendar. 6 days to go. 5 days to go. 4 days to go... Today, Tuesday seemed to be especially slow. Midnight tonight was the next thing to look forward to, and as 9 o'clock approached, I knew that I'd soon receive my orders to go to bed. As I marched upstairs to complete the nightly ritual of packing my school bag, brushing my teeth and hair, and changing into my nighty, those old butterflies returned. I set my alarm and removed the pink summer dress I'd received as a gift the previous month. As the shoulder straps fell to the side, I was able to slowly shimmy it down my body until it hit the floor. I looked in the mirror as I brushed my long brown hair, frustrated at the slight curls I would one day grow to love. For a girl my age I was a rarity. I had no problems with my body, it's shape or size. At 4'11, and with a faint hint of breasts, a small waist but with a few soft curves around the hips, I knew I was lucky. Dad would regularly comment on the shape of my firm bum, holding it tight as he kissed my neck with long, sensual touches and a slow exhalation that made me weak with need. As I climbed into bed with my thin 'Princess' nighty separating my body from the sheets, the idea of having to wait was almost physically painful. This was, after all, a room I had come to associate with Dad. That late night knock on the door, that wonderful smile as he tiptoed into the room, the exhilaration of the first kiss and the crushing, all-consuming passion of the act itself. I could still hear his voice. The hundred times he had whispered how much he loved me. The hundred times he told me how happy I made him. The hundred times he whispered, 'thank you sweetie' as I rose triumphantly from my knees in front of him. This had been a happy room for so long. But these past few months it had been one of loneliness. When midnight comes, I thought, at least I won't be entirely alone. Chapter 3 BEEEEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEEEP. The alarm emitted a piercing screech that belied the fact that I'd deliberately turned the volume down almost fully three hours earlier. I woke with a start, which was quickly followed by a rush of excitement and gratitude that sleep had saved me from a long wait. It was 11.58pm, and the house had fallen silent in preparation for Mum's early start. I jumped over to my desk which had been bought the previous month to assist with the constant flow of homework. We were fortunate to live in a large house, and my room sat at least 25 metres from Mum's. It was a distance that helpfully dispersed any late night noise that may have been emitted from my bed over the years. But as ever, there would be no risks, and as I switched on my computer I conscientiously ensured the speakers were turned right down. I signed into MSN Messenger, thinking how imperfect this was. This wasn't how it was meant to be. But until Friday evening at least, this was the best I could hope for. My name popped up as the sign-in completed. "Sophie - bored. xx". I eagerly scrolled down my list of friends. Amanda - offline. Amy - offline. Anna - offline. Barrie - online. "Hello!" My heart skipped a beat as the conversation started. I felt a rush of energy surge through my body. I wasn't allowed a mobile phone, and any regular phone conversation I had with him would be heavily policed by my mother making a pathetic attempt to seem inconspicuous. "Daddy! xxxxxxxx mwah xxxxxxxxxx!" Our online midnight meetings had become something of a regular event. It eased the pain of the two week intervals between our meetings. "I've missed you pumpkin." "I've missed you! Can't wait for Friday night mmmmmm hehe xxxx!" "LOL! Me too! Are you ready?" My laptop had always had a webcam attached to it, but had only been used in recent weeks. Dad was hardly known for his hi-tech skills, but he had quickly learned to master his small camera, and sure enough the message popped up. "Barrie wants to start a webcam conversation" I clicked to accept and in a second he was there. His short greying brown hair, his deep penetrating eyes, his wide smile that showed off dimples deep enough to make any girl flirt. I don't know how handsome he is to other girls. I just knew he was my Dad, and he was all that mattered. "Oh my princess. You look beautiful tonight." "Thank you!" Even after just having woken, when I can't have been at my prettiest, he still made me feel special. Like he loved me as much as I did him. He leaned down to the keyboard. "I've been thinking about you all day Soph." "Naughty things?" :) she giggled. "Yes! About the first time I made you cum. Do you remember?" Of course I did. It had been four years since our visit to my Grandparent's farmhouse provided the setting for my first orgasm. At the age of 8, it had been some considerable time since I lost my virginity, but Dad was simply too big, and perhaps I was simply too small, for me to benefit from the same passionate ecstasy that he did. Instead, the first time I understood the majestic power of sex was sat on his lap, hidden deep in the sprawling green fields of England. I looked deep into his eyes as his large, rough fingers penetrated me. His index finger softly pushing far inside my pussy, his middle finger locked inside an ass that had become used to accommodating a much larger, more powerful part of Dad's anatomy. As he nibbled on my earlobes he could hear my whimpers turn into giggles, then moans. "It was the first time I knew I could make you happy forever," he typed, sensing that 'forever' was the word I longed for most. His typing became more sporadic as he gazed through the lens of his camera. He was well used to seeing me in my nighty, but it was only on occasion that I would leave it on. "Take it off for me sweetie." I smiled as I pulled it over my head, revealing the soft skin that he would lick, caress and touch. I knew what was coming next. It was a phrase I'd come to love and expect whenever he saw my naked. "My sexy little princess." For him, those words seemed to sum me up, and they filled me with delight every time I heard them. "You never had need for those when I was around," he said, referring to my white cotton panties that I often wore to bed. It was meant to be flirty and sexy I knew, but it just reminded me that he wasn't here anymore. He was missing from my life, my bed. "I wish you were here." "Me too Princess." "I mean it. I miss you." :) "I know sweetie. What do you miss most?" She giggled, "Having you fuck me!" :) He was clearly taken aback. But the satisfied smile on his face said it all. He was stroking himself as we spoke, and I knew how much he enjoyed watching my explore my own body. The conversation went silent as we enjoyed the temporary closeness the camera gave us, a reminder of what we were missing, but a teaser for the kind of weekend I knew was now just days away. I slid my panties down my thighs and kicked them off, opening my legs as he had trained me to do all those years ago. My fingers slowly circling over my clit making me inhale sharply and suddenly. My soft hands gave a different sensation to Dad's thicker, rougher fingers, but if the past 2 months had done anything for me it was to give me a good imagination. His cock was now in plain view, hard, thick, heavenly. The memories rushed back so vividly. All those nights in my bed with his strong, sweaty body hanging over me, my hands over his shoulders pulling him closer. The times we made love and the times we fucked were clear in my mind as my fingers, self-manicured earlier that day with friends in the playground, slid inside me. The days of needing lubricant to aid penetration had long gone, replaced by the thick layer of juice which flowed now so easily. The look on my Dad's face as he stroked his long shaft with increasing ferocity, sharing my dream of him being here, stretching me, filling me, fucking me, was instantly recognisable. He was going to cum, and in just a few seconds his head tilted back in a way I was well used to, reams of thick cum spurted from his dick in an eruption of lust. The sight of his cream, which for so many years had been solely given to me, gave me all I needed. My gentle sighing turned to moaning as the pleasurable tingling from my pussy magnified, growing and growing, each muscle tensing with pleasure before spasming into a bliss that only he could give me. "Oh Daddy" I whispered, in a way uttered so many times in this room before, as the orgasm made my toes curl and push back into the chair. The thrashing and thrusting subsided into a gentle after-flow of semi-satisfaction. No self-supplied orgasm could ever reach the heights he had taken me to, but for those few seconds we were together again. For those few seconds, it wasn't my finger giving me what I needed, it was his cock. And for those few seconds, it wasn't his keyboard that was overflowing with cum, but the deepest reaches of my pussy. "Baby that was wonderful. Did you cum?" "YES! hehe! Of course I did!" " I know baby, I know. Wow!" "I love you Daddy." "I love you princess." We chatted as I slowly redressed. School was fine, so was the dog, and so was everything else. Everything was fine. Except that he wasn't here. It was now Wednesday. And the day after tomorrow I knew the wait would finally be over. To be continued? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 68