____________________________
| |
/)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\
/ )| DIRECTORIES |( \
__( (|____________________________|) )__
((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / )))
(\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///)
\ / \ /
\ _/ \_ /
/ / \ \
o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
o o
o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety o
o of stories. They have been submitted by people from o
o all over the world. Also from alt.sex.stories (News o
o groups). There is no particular order other than o
o offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o
o o
o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not o
o be used for profit without obtaining the author's o
o permission in advance. o
o o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult o
o entertainment and should not be read by minors. o
o o
o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
Daddy's Angel
by J.E. Ashbourne (jennifereliseashbourne@yahoo.co.uk)
***
A young girl's obsession with masturbation eventually
loses control. (Mg, pre, ped, exh, mast, oral)
***
This is going to be hard to believe, and I've never told
a soul before. My Mom left me and my Dad when I was
about six, but this isn't a story about Dad and me and
some incestuous relationship we had when I hit puberty.
Sorry if that's what you were expecting. But it does
occur when puberty hit me like a train! My body was
changing and I had all these weird feelings; emotional
and physical. So it was, that I started masturbating. I
think I was 12. I couldn't stop touching myself! Every
moment I got to myself I was sneaking a feel of my
budding breasts or my aching pussy. The first time I
came I thought I had peed myself, but in fact I'm what
they call a gusher, a squirter, basically Niagra Falls!
I soon got used to the idea and accommodated myself with
a towel or maxi pad. Now, I would masturbate everywhere,
in fact the more chance of me getting caught the more
exciting it was for me. I obviously masturbated in every
room in the house. My bedroom was for early morning
before school wanks, and just before sleep tension
wanks. I did it in the bath and the shower, on the
toilet and even on the bathroom floor. Then I did it in
the lounge. on the sofa, before Dad got in from work.
The first couple of times I did it I made sure the front
door was locked, but the thought of being caught just
excited me so much I stopped locking the door. I had
just about come one time when I heard the front door
opening. I pulled up my panties under my school skirt
and was standing innocently in the center of the room
when Dad opened the door. He looked about – why was I
randomly standing in the middle of the room? No music,
no TV, just me in my school uniform looking flushed. If
he guessed he never said anything. I even started to
strip off during my lounge sessions to make it even more
exciting!
Then I started doing it on Dad's bed. That was hot! Me,
barely into my teens and wanking myself silly on my
Dad's bed! I don't know why that was hot, but I would
get so wet, my budding breasts would be on fire and I
would finger fuck myself until I sprayed cum all down
the bed. Of course, I would be lying on a towel
(sometimes two) to soak up my squirt cum. And I was
happy that Dad never knew a thing.
We had a great father/daughter relationship. We liked to
go to the movies together and we liked to cuddle up at
home too, on the sofa; popcorn; soda. One time he would
pick a movie and one time I would. We also loved to go
swimming and I loved that Dad had taken care of himself.
He ate pretty well and worked out twice a week. He even
went for runs. He's about 5'10, medium to large build,
with nice square shoulders and taut muscular legs.
He always wore shorts swimming and when we got back to
the changing cubicles I would go in the next one to him
and sit there naked, breathless, furiously thrapping my
clit to orgasm! Just knowing Dad was the other side of
wall board was so exciting it would take me literally 30
seconds to cum – which sprayed against the wall I was
facing; his wall; which made me even more horny, and I
would do it three or four times before I eventually
couldn't touch my clit without cumming. He would always
ask me what took me so long to get changed. I guess he
never noticed my squirt cum dripping off the underside
of his cubicle wall.
School was no better. I would feel my pussy starting to
moisten randomly in class and have to wait until recess
before I could lock myself in the bathroom and pull down
my panties and rub my clit to heaven and back. Quite a
few times my panties were so wet that I had to take them
off and spend the rest of the day bare ass. But that
just made me worse. It felt so sexy to be naked
underneath, knowing that no one knew, but me.
Sometimes in class I would check to see if anyone would
notice and sneak a little feel of my aching pussy right
there in class. It was so hot! And then, on the school
bus home I would be on my own after my friend Tammy got
off a few stops before me, so I would spend those few
stops trying to get off before I got to mine. I usually
managed it too!
And I would still get home and be horny. I didn't even
have to be thinking about cock. I didn't have to be
thinking about guys. I just had to get that feeling! I
needed THAT feeling. Yeah, you know the one I'm talking
about: That feeling so blissful that it excites your
whole body, from your toes to the follicles of the hair
on your head. That feeling that starts deep inside you,
deep in your pussy or, I guess, your cock. It goes
around your asshole and up inside - And goes all the way
up inside you to your fiery breasts and itching nipples.
I needed that feeling ten times a day!
I would do it so much I would make myself sore! And that
really didn't help! Because then I would have to leave
myself alone for a few days, but it didn't stop me
getting horny... one time I was sore and got so horny
during gym class I could feel my girl cum rolling down
my inner thighs as I stood in line for netball practice.
It was killing me that I knew that I could not only not
touch myself standing there and then, but also would not
be able to lock myself in the bathroom later for relief!
Sometimes, when I wasn't sore, I would set myself little
challenges like "fastest time to cum" (14 seconds if
you're interested – just think sexy thoughts and strum
like a flamenco guitarist!), or "longest session before
cumming" (8 hours and 43 minutes! No kidding! One
sleepless night during the holidays, a lot of baby
lotion too towards the end, and I nearly didn't cum at
all! When I did I think I was just relieved. My bedroom
must have reeked of pussy juice too!) or my favourite
challenge – and this is where it gets interesting –
doing it the "closest to Dad" I could get! Oh Yeah!
It started when I was watching some movie with Dad and
he fell asleep. He must have been bushed because he just
started snoring right out of the blue on a Friday night
about 20 minutes into the film – and it was an action
film, so it was all shoot outs, fist fights and
explosions. But Dad was dead to the world! I couldn't
resist, and why would I? I pulled up my nightdress on
the sofa I was sitting on and watched Dad as I put my
hand down my panties and started to gently rub my clit.
I made it last that first time, because I was so nervous
he would wake up. But he never moved and never murmured,
and I came on my hand and licked my fingers right in
front of his face!
The next day I mentioned to him at breakfast that he had
slept really quickly and soundly. He said, "Yes, it's
these new tablets the doctor's got me on. They just
knock me out within half an hour." I asked if he was
okay, but he said it was nothing to worry about, and it
was all under control.
I knew he wouldn't lie to me. Dad can be pretty blunt
with the truth, to be honest. So I knew it really was
nothing for me to worry about, but Dad just liked to
deal with his problems head on. The only thing was, as
he was sitting there eating Cheerios, all I could think
of was how exciting it would be to wank in front of him
again. I could feel that ache start deep inside my
pussy. I still had on my nightshirt and I squeezed my
bare thighs together, crushing my clit. I can do this
over and over and give myself a little orgasm right in
front of someone. I've done it in class a million times,
especially when I have no panties on. So now I was doing
it while crunching my buttered toast and staring
directly at my Dad.
He just smiled at me and carried on watching CNN. I
could feel my pussy getting moist as I kept doing it. I
just kept on looking at Dad as the feeling in my aching
puss welled up and up, stronger, tingling sensations
that went right around my asshole too. The feelings were
great and I guess I must have been moving a little more
than I realized because Dad turned from the TV and
looked right at me. "Are you okay?" he said. I just
nodded as the excitement peaked and a visible shudder
went right through my body as I came. I was blushing
blood red. "Are you sure?" he said, "You look a bit
flushed". "I'm good, Dad. I'm good. Just got the
shivers, is all" I said and crunched some more toast.
Seemed to work, because he turned back to the news.
What else could I do? I began walking around the house
trying to think up scenarios in which I could masturbate
in front of my Dad. But that night answered my question.
I saw Dad taking his pill, and I watched the clock as we
watched our usual Saturday night movie. I was lying with
my head on his lap as we watched the movie. I had on a
pair of PJ shorts and top with cute pandas on. I got
them for my birthday. And sure enough, 30 minutes in, he
was dozing right off.
"Dad..." I whispered. There was no response. "Dad!" I
said louder. But there was nothing. So, here I was, a
horny blonde teenage girl with a Dad fixation, lying of
the sofa with my head on his lap as he slept soundly. I
had to do it! I turned over onto my back and looked up
into his face as I slipped one hand into my shorts, and
my other hand up my top.
I started to tease my little bud as I kneaded my
tingling breasts. My nipples were standing to attention
and itching to be touched. I like to roll them between
fingers and thumb, tweaking them now and then to just
below painful. My pussy was growing, and seemed to open
like a fleshy flower, its petals filling with the blood
of passion. Its nectar was flowing freely out of itself
and I could feel it soaking into the crotch of my PJ
shorts.
I kept on looking at Dad as I got more and more
impassioned. My breathing got shallower and I could feel
the rapidly increasing shaking my strumming was making
through my body right up to my head on Dad's lap. I was
so close! If he opened his eyes now! - And suddenly, I
was cumming! I arched my back, pushing my head further
into Dad's lap, and held there as the sensations coursed
through my body like a shower of bliss right to the hair
on my head, and I breathed out slowly and slumped back
to the sofa, spent. I looked up at Dad and he was still
blissfully unaware his daughter had just masturbated
while lying next to him. It wasn't the last time I did
it that night either. Every 15 minutes or so I needed
another fix, but I was careful to watch his face for any
sign he might be waking up. And I still had on my
pyjamas, of course. I'm not mad!
Or at least, I didn't think so, until Sunday. In the
morning Dad was groaning about having slept on the sofa.
But he never mentioned anything about me masturbating
all night. After doing homework and Sunday lunch at my
Grandma's I settled down to watching some TV. I asked
Dad if he wanted to join me but he had work to do. Later
that night I peeked into his room to see if he had
finished his work and wanted to come watch a movie with
me. But he said he couldn't risk falling asleep on the
sofa again, so he was just going to turn in. I was a bit
disappointed, I can tell you. He asked me to get his
pill and some water and I watched him take it as he said
goodnight.
I was so disappointed. I really wanted another session
with him. About an hour later, watching American Horror
story, I got the naughtiest idea. I got up and went to
my Dad's room. His door was ajar, so I pushed it open
and looked inside. Dad was fast asleep in bed. I looked
at him there and pulled up my nightshirt with the big
teddy on it. I tucked my thumbs into my panties and
pulled them down my long slender legs (long for a 14-
year-old anyway). I let them drop to my ankles and then
just stood there for a moment, feeling naughty and sexy.
I felt up my girly groove and I had the first stirring
of sensuality in there starting to grow like an idea.
Then, never taking my eyes off Dad, I lifted my
nightshirt up and off me, and I was naked in my Dad's
doorway - A silhouette of naked teen potential against
the backlight of the hallway. I felt myself again. Yes,
it was starting alright!
Then the madness of lust really took over, as I stepped
into my Dad's bedroom stark naked. I could feel my
breasts swelling as I moved toward his bed. I stood next
to his face and started feeling my pussy up and down my
lucid groove as he lay peacefully unaware. This was so
hot! I was getting so wet. I couldn't believe I was
doing this.
My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to
have a panic attack. I started toying with my little
bean as it cried excitement and throbbed sensations. It
didn't take long, maybe a couple of minutes, but I felt
the sensations build to fever pitch and I had to jam my
hand into my pussy as I squeezed my thighs together,
crossing one over the other, and felt my warm cum ooze
from inside me and run down my legs, bathing them in
warm juice. I bit my lip, and nearly overbalanced as I
stood there cumming. I could feel it trickle over my
ankle just behind the bone and seep into the carpet
underfoot. I regained my composure and stood up
properly.
Dad was still asleep before me. I looked at his face and
whispered, "Thank you, Daddy". And with that, I left his
room and went to my own bed.
As you can imagine, this was the only thing on my mind,
all day. The madness had pervaded my every thought. I
just couldn't wait for that night. I couldn't wait for
Dad's next pill, and what naughtiness I could get away
with that night.
I could not believe it when Dad sat around in shorts and
T-shirt that night. I could see his strong muscular
legs, and his strong well shaped arms. But he'd been out
for a run and hadn't changed yet. After an hour or so of
this divine tortured he said he needed a shower. My mind
was alight! I couldn't get the idea of my own Dad
soaping himself up and down his body, his strong thighs,
his hairy chest and maybe soaping up his ball sac and
cock – maybe getting hard as he did it and then beating
off in the shower, holding his balls in one hand and his
cock in the other, squirting his white pearl juice onto
the shower glass and it running slowly down the steamy
glass! Fuck, that's hot!
Dad didn't dry himself off when he got out of the
shower. He just put on his robe and we ate dinner, and
then he watched his favourite show, something about
spies, I don't know. I was on my laptop just looking
occasionally over to keep my lustful fire stoked until
he went to sleep. At around 10.30 he went and took his
tablet. I asked him if he had taken it, and he said yes,
and thanked me for looking out for him. How could I not?
I didn't want to run the risk of being caught if he
forgot to take his tablet. Ten minutes later he said he
was starting to feel the tablet kicking in. He gave me a
little kiss on my forehead, like I was five or
something, and then went to bed.
I waited.
I had to be sure.
When I peeked around his door around an hour later he
was fast asleep. I called him again, but like the night
before, he was lights out. I walked in and quickly
undressed out of my shorts and T. I had been thinking
about this all day. Gingerly, I crawled onto the bed
next to Dad, making sure not to make any sudden
movements. I went right up to his face and looked into
it. I loved him so much, but he was becoming my sexual
fantasy too. I lay next to him and started to feel my
body.
God, I was hot for this! I was now masturbating naked on
my Dad's bed, with him next to me! Then it hit me – he
was naked too! I lifted the covers and looked down. I
couldn't see much, but I knew he was naked. I started
wanking faster, and as I did I held onto Dad's hand,
adding that extra frisson of excitement as I shared my
passion with him. My legs were splayed wide and I was
strumming a blur on my swollen clit until I could feel
my passion deep inside reach bursting point and I
thought I was going to pee, and I suddenly squirted a
long jet of cum down the bed covers and off the end of
the bed. I squeezed his hand tightly and bit my
quivering lip. And then it subsided and I was left
breathing like I had run a hundred and ten yard hurdles.
I looked at Dad again. And he moved a little in his
sleep. I was still holding his hand when I got the
naughtiest idea. I let go of his hand as I knelt up
facing him. Then I gently knelt over his open palm and
pressed my wet pussy into it. Oh my God! It was so
wrong! But I couldn't stop myself. I rubbed it up and
down it, grinding my clit on the heel of his hand. Then
lust took over as I stopped and gently felt underneath
to raise his middle finger. Holding it in place I eased
down onto it, feeling it easily slide up inside me. A
few strokes of this was all I needed to get me to
shudder and gulp a small puddle of cum onto my Dad's
hand.
I steadied myself and reached underneath again, and
gently I lifted off his finger, squeezed two fingers
together and eased down on them again. This was even
better. It was so wrong, I knew, but that was just
making me hotter. I swivelled around on his fingers,
gyrating and slowly fucking them as much as I could, but
it was my bursting clit that finally tipped me over the
edge as I rapidly strummed it like I was polishing
brass. I let out a loud moan that I just couldn't stop
and I let out another hose jet stream of girl cum right
into Dad's hand that splashed and sprayed all over me,
the bed and even Dad's face. He winced at the wetness on
his face and I jumped quickly off the bed and out the
door with my clothes, before you could blink. My heart
was pounding!
In bed I was struck with guilt. This was my Dad! Dad,
who has always been there and always done everything for
me! Dad, who picked me up when I crashed my bike when I
was six. Dad, who helped me with my math homework when I
was 10. Dad, who had gotten me my first cell phone so I
could always call him if I was in trouble. And yet, I
knew this was the most exciting and erotic and downright
naughty thing I had ever done, or would probably ever
do.
In the morning, before school, I checked to see if Dad's
bed had dried out or not. Luckily, Dad's room is warm
and gets the sun in the morning, so all the cum had
dried up and I couldn't notice any staining either. Dad
didn't say anything about it either. But I was wary. I
had come so close to blowing it the night before. But
words can sometimes play tricks on your lust-filled
brain, and I kept thinking about blowing it. Blowing
him. Oh, no. I was into madness again. But the idea was
there and all through school I had to keep going to the
girls' bathroom and jilling myself to orgasm. You know,
quick ones to relieve the need? But it didn't help much.
By the time I reached home that day my panties were so
wet I could smell them!
I watched the clock. I wished the hours away until Dad
would go to bed. When he finally did I kept checking on
him to see if he was asleep. The first twice he wasn't
and the second time he was starting to get suspicious.
But the third time I checked he was sound asleep. I got
naked and this time I slid under the covers with him. I
moved over to him and gently smoothed over the hairs on
his chest. Slowly, I felt my ardour grow. I felt down
his chest, over his stomach and down one muscular thigh.
He was so perfect for a man his age. And then I let my
hand go between his thighs and smooth gently upward, my
hand coursing through the hairs on his leg. And then I
reached it. His manhood wasn't hard, but semi soft (I
suppose my female touch had already started to arouse
him) but his ball sac was soft and delicate, little
hairs tickling my fingers as I explored. And as I did, I
could feel his penis slowly rising to the occasion. I
felt my way up it as I watched Dad's face. Even in his
sleep I could tell he was enjoying it. I'd never touched
one before, but this was amazing. Even as I held it in
my hand I could feel it getting harder, and what
surprised me was it getting bigger, much bigger!
I felt it up and down, watching Dad's face as he started
to feel it. It was so hot. His brow pinched like sorrow
then relaxed and his mouth opened as I heard his breath
escaping. But I had to see it! I gently folded the
covers back and looked as the streetlight threw bars of
light through the blinds. I looked closely as I felt my
way to the top and then back down again. Dad was
circumcised, which I knew about from sex-ed in school.
But of course nothing prepared me for how big and
bulbous the head of a penis would look like, especially
a grown man's penis.
I had to do it! Just had to! I lowered my head so my
lips kissed his shiny head, my tongue exploring his
fleshy man-lolly, and then I opened my mouth and took
his head into my mouth. Dad groaned as I sucked and
licked and I kept one eye on his blissful face as I
continued myself education.
I started to wank him at the same time as I tormented
his glans and I felt his hand on the back of my head. I
looked up, but his eyes were still closed, so I
continued my little game. I wondered if I could make him
cum in my mouth and was answered by a quick jet of cum
and several pulses of pearly liquid pulsing into my
mouth. He groaned out load. I sat up, not quite knowing
what to do with the salty slime in my mouth. Then I had
the naughtiest thought, and spat it into my hand and
rubbed in into my breasts and down over my pussy! I was
so hot, I had to touch myself!
Dad seemed blissfully unaware as he lay there, dead to
the world. What else could I do? I thought for a moment,
one hand one my Dad's cock and one on my aching pussy.
Then it came to me. I let go of Dad's cock and moved up
the bed. I couldn't believe I was going to even try
this, but the lust madness was so on me I couldn't help
myself. I knelt next to Dad's head, then I lifted one
knee over his head to come down straddling my own Dad's
head. He still looked outers to me so I gave in to my
deepest urge and started masturbating in his face. It
was so undeniably wrong that it was pure lust strumming
my fingers over my clit, dipping inside my vagina and
coating my clit with my own slick juice.
I couldn't believe I was doing this, and I knew I
couldn't cum in his face - he'd fucking drown! He'd also
probably wake up! I was pushing beyond the boundaries
doing this. I was nearly cumming. But I just had to do
this one last thing – I lowered my pussy lips to Dad's
own lips! I just touched them at first... then I pressed
them into his lips. It was impossibly erotic! And I
don't know what I expected, but Dad's tongue came out to
greet me and licked up my virgin groove. I nearly hit
the fucking roof! I felt his hands sliding up my thighs
and gripping my pert young ass, urging me down on him
further!
I looked down to see his face, but his eyes were still
closed. Was he having an erotic dream I had caused? I
didn't know. I didn't care. Dad was tongue fucking me
like crazy, and I helped, pinching my nipples and
tweaking my clit. Then it happened! I felt it burn from
the soles of my feet up to the top of my head, in my
swollen breasts and deep in my teen vagina! And I let it
go – one - long – tortuous – orgasm that made me judder
and shake, holding onto the wall for support and
cumming, Oh my God, cumming, spraying Dad's face with my
love juice, watching it fill his mouth until he
swallowed, and then fill it again! I froze, my thighs
shaking badly. I looked down.
Dad's face was so wet it looked like he's taken a
shower. Well, he had, kind of. But his eyes were still
closed. He couldn't possibly still be asleep! Even
though I didn't want him to be awake (at least I didn't
think I did), I couldn't see how anyone could sleep
through that. Dad's hands let go of my legs and I
dismounted him and lay next to him silently, trying to
regain my breath and stop the shaking all over my body.
"Dad" I said quietly, "you're awake, aren't you?"
I looked at Dad's lips as they curled up at corners.
"Yeah".
"How?" I asked.
Dad smiled even broader and said, "I stopped taking
those tablets three days ago".
"Are you mad?" I asked, knowing he couldn't be that mad,
but not knowing what to do or say next.
"No. Surprised. But not mad."
"I'm sorry." I said.
He didn't say anything for about thirty seconds. It was
just us naked together on the bed. Then I noticed his
erection standing straight up in the air like a
flagpole. Then he said, "You know I still have an
erection... if you're interested." He turned to me and
smiled.
I bit my lip. "Sure am." I said.
And that was the night Dad took my virginity. We have an
amazing sex life, but he's not jealous when I date boys.
I think he knows that what we have is special, and
sexual. I'm the luckiest, horniest girl alive.
Fuck, I need a wank!
The End