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My Obsession - 3
by Gungadick (yataala@yahoo.com)
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A father continues to explore his sexual obsession with
his daughter. (Mf, ped, inc)
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I awoke alone in bed. I needn't open my eyes to tell;
it's one of those feelings we all have. I stretched and
rolled onto my back. I looked down and saw the tent my
morning hard on made in the top sheet. I snorted a
laugh. The previous night's events came rushing back
into my mind and my hard on turned into one of arousal.
The pictures in my mind were vivid and lurid. Pictures
of my wife licking my daughter's cunt and pictures of
my daughter licking my wife's cunt.
"God!" I groaned as the memories sent a shudder through
my body.
I remembered the last thing we did. Heather bobbing up
and down on my swollen cock. Her blue eyes gazing into
mine and her throat working as she swallowed my cum.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed as I swung my legs out of bed and
sat on its edge. It was an exclamation of wonder.
"We really did it," I told myself aloud.
"Did what, Daddy?" A young voice asked.
I whipped my head around and found Kathleen standing in
the open doorway. The eight year old was in her usual
state for this time of the morning. Her pajamas were
twisted and tangled. Her hair, as blonde as her sisters
yet much curlier, was in a dreadful mess. I envisioned
a half hour of brushing and squiggling in someone's
near future.
"Did what, Daddy?" She repeated and a small frown
appeared on her forehead.
"Nothing, Kat," I told her. "I was just thinking out
loud about work."
Her eyes narrowed a little and I knew she hadn't bought
the explanation.
Kathleen was the opposite of her sister. Physically
they were similar. Both were willowy; had blond hair
and blue eyes; taller than the norm for their age; and
both had that high round butt. Kat's face was longer
than her sister's. She had a stronger chin with a
dimple in it, which complimented the two dimples that
appeared when she smiled, which was quite often.
It was in their demeanor that they differed greatly.
Melissa always said that Kathleen was born a woman. She
had grown up mannerisms, which were sometimes a little
unnerving. At the moment, she had both hands on her
hips as she watched me from the doorway. She slowly
moved into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the
bed.
"I know what you did," she said, and her eyes narrowed
once again.
My heart flipped inside my chest and my stomach
tightened. My mouth was suddenly dry and I had to move
my tongue around to moisten it.
"What do you mean, Honey?" I asked. A vision of her
standing in the doorway watching Melissa and I having
sex with her older sister flashed in my mind.
"You let Heather sleep in bed with you guys," she said
accusingly.
I breathed sigh of relief then suddenly realized that I
still wasn't off the hook. What exactly did she mean.
"Heather wasn't feeling good, Kat," I told her and
watched her face for a sign.
Kat brought her right hand up so that I was looking at
the palm of her hand.
"Whatever!" She exclaimed and then turned and walked
away.
I watched her round butt move away and found myself
having those strange thoughts again. I shook my head to
get rid of them. Heather's sleeping in our bed was an
old issue. She was often -supposedly - bothered by
nightmares or 'not feeling well;' and she would finagle
her way into sleeping with Melissa and I. Kathleen
slept like the dead and she had never come into our
room after being put to bed. She resented what she
considered a favoritism. I could hear voices coming
from the kitchen and I knew that the subject was not
yet closed.
I got up and stretched again. My cock led the way to
the master bath and I stood before the toilet, trying
to urinate. I find it impossible to urinate with a hard
on and so I stood there for a full minute;
anticipating.
"Can I help," a small voice asked.
My head whipped around to find Heather standing part
way into the bathroom. She was staring at my turgid
cock.
"Heather!" I exclaimed. "A little privacy, please."
She giggled, but did not move away. In fact she stepped
completely into the master bath; all the while staring
at my cock. All thoughts of urinating escaped my
thoughts as I watched my daughter slowly approach me. I
turned as she got within a couple of feet.
"You shouldn't be in here, Heather," I whispered, but
the whisper betrayed my thoughts.
"Why not?" She asked, finally looking up at me. She had
a devilish smile on her face.
"Because," I started to say and stopped with a gasp as
my daughter reached out to grasp my cock.
"Because," I eked out, "your sister might come in here
and see you."
"She's busy arguing with Mom and eating her cereal,"
She said, not taking her eyes off of what she was
doing, which was sliding the foreskin up and over the
cock head and then back again.
I closed my eyes and sighed quietly. I suddenly felt a
warmth on my cock and my eyes sprang open. I looked
down and found what I expected; Heather with her mouth
on my cock. I groaned at the erotic sight. She had to
bend over to be able to suck me into her mouth and I
looked down her back to that enticing ass of hers. I
wondered if I could fit my cock in there, like all
those stories talked about.
The small amount of practice she had had the previous
night had certainly paid off. She was like a pro. Her
tongue licked the underside of my cock head as she
bobbed up and down. Her right hand grasped the part of
my cock which did not slide into her mouth and then she
reached out with her left and fondled my balls. I
groaned a little more loudly and she hummed her
pleasure at my pleasure. That tingly feeling built up
quickly in my scrotum and I knew this would not take
long.
"I'm going to cum soon, Honey," I warned her.
Her response was to suck a little harder and to move
her head a little faster. The pleasure moved up my
shaft and I knew I was about to blow.
"There's going to be a lot of it this time," I managed
to gasp out as the first spurt splashed against my
daughter's throat.
Heather made muffled sounds as she tried to cope with
the amount of cum that exploded from my cock. My knees
shook and I leaned sideways to place a hand on the
wall. I watched as my daughter continued to suck the
cum out of me. She hummed and made muffled sounds as
she continued to nurse on my cock. I felt like I was
being electrocuted. My whole body shook with my orgasm.
"That's enough, Heather," I finally told her as the
feeling became too much to take.
I pulled her off my cock and she looked up at me with a
huge grin on her face. Her tongue came out and she
licked around her mouth as though searching for stray
strands of cum.
"Was I good, Daddy?" She asked me. Her eyes were
glowing with excitement.
"That was amazing, Honey!" I told her with enthusiasm.
Her face lit up even more. She stood up on tiptoe and I
leaned down to kiss her. Out mouths smashed together
and her tongue probed between my lips. My chest heaved
with the feeling. We finally broke our embrace and she
looked up at me with a smile before turning to leave.
"Mom said to hurry because she has to leave for work,"
she threw at me over her shoulder as she left the
bathroom.
I stood there in stunned silence. In a matter of a few
minutes, my nine year old daughter had come into the
bathroom; sucked the hell out of my cock; and then left
as though nothing had happened. I began to wonder what
I had gotten myself into. I gave up all hope of
urinating and went to find my bathrobe. I remembered
that it was Saturday and that Melissa had some kind of
deposition she had to obtain today. She would be gone
for most of the day.
She had said it would only be a few hours, but I knew
better. It also meant that I would have to watch the
girls most of the day. I walked into the kitchen and
found Melissa wearing a gray business suit and a cup of
coffee in her hand. She turned her head up to receive
my morning kiss then she turned to face the opposite
corner of the kitchen. I looked and found Kathleen
hunched over her cereal bowl. She ate slowly; her
movements deliberate, which meant she was in a foul
mood.
I looked at Melissa and raised my brows in silent
question. She grimaced and shook her head in mild
disgust then rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"You better get over it real fast, young lady," she
told Kathleen.
Kathleen looked up with a snarl on her lips.
"Oh yeah! Why?" The little minx asked with a 'what are
you going to do about it' quality to her question.
"Because," Melissa said, stretching the word out. "If
you don't! You can forger about going to see that movie
you want to see. Your dad and Heather will go by
themselves and you can stay with aunt Margaret."
"So," Kat said with a shrug of the shoulders and an
uncaring look on her face.
We went through this all the time with her. She would
become surly and intractable. She would force the issue
and wind up losing something she wanted such as the
movie we were intending to see that day. She would act
as if she didn't care and then at the end of the day
she would be all tears and asking forgiveness.
She would beg to get what she had missed out on only to
be told it was too late and that she should learn from
this experience, but she never did. I did not look
forward to this evening's hysterics. I usually didn't
get involved in these confrontations; leaving the
arbitration to my wife's cooler lawyer's mind. I had a
tendency to make things worse. This time however, I
stepped right in.
"How many times are we going to have this discussion,"
I said and my voice was tinged with anger.
Melissa raised an eyebrow at me and Kathleen looked up
from her cereal. She had a surprised look on her face,
which quickly crumpled into a crestfallen tearful
expression. Her little shoulders shook as she cried
quietly. It took a lot to make her cry and I was
surprised at how quickly she had gotten to that point.
I moved to her side and sat down next to her on the
bench in the breakfast nook. I placed an arm around her
shoulders and pulled her into me. She sobbed into my
chest. I looked at Melissa who made a face indicating
she had no idea what was going on. She too was
surprised by Kathleen's reaction.
"Now, now," I said and rubbed her little shoulder.
"What's this all about?"
Heather walked into the kitchen at that moment; took in
what was happening and left just as quickly.
"Y-you d-don't l-love me," My little urchin sobbed.
"What!?" I exclaimed and pushed her away to look her in
the face. "How could you say such a thing? You know
that I love you and your mom loves you too!"
"Y-you n-never l-let me sleep i-in your bed," she
wailed, tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Oh, Honey," I said and hugged her to me again. "It's
not like we plan to have Heather sleep in our bed," I
added and almost choked as I realized that we actually
had done just that last night.
"You know how she is," I told her, reaching down to
grasp her chin.
I raised her tearful face to look at me before
continuing. "We don't plan on having anybody sleep in
our bed. You've never asked. If you were sick or scared
we would let you sleep in our bed if you asked."
"B…but I never wake up at night," she said, choking
back her sobs now.
"That's something you should be happy about, Sweetie,"
I said, trying to put a positive spin on things.
"Uh huh," she agreed, then a small pout appeared on her
face.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she half whispered. "I was just
jealous."
I smiled at my daughter and hugged her to me. She
clutched my neck and twisted her legs as she pulled
herself up into my lap. This was something she hadn't
done in several years and it took me by surprise. I
looked up at Melissa and she was making a 'my, my'
face. She pointed to the watch at her wrist and mouthed
the words, 'I gotta go.'
I nodded and she blew me a kiss as she left the room. I
heard her telling Heather good bye and admonishing her
to be a good girl. The one on my lap was pleased with
herself. She leaned into me and snuggled against my
chest. I hadn't realized that she'd been feeling
neglected by me. I didn't think I'd been showing her
sister any special deference. At least not until last
night that was.
Kat squirmed in my lap as she tried to find a
comfortable position. I realized then that she had
pulled my robe open as she clambered into my lap and
now her small butt was giving my cock the equivalent of
a cheap lap dance. My cock began to swell.
"You okay now, Kat?" I asked her.
"Yes, Daddy," she murmured from somewhere below my
chin.
"Daddy has to get up and take a shower," I told her.
She made a muffled desultory sound as she pulled away
from my chest and then slid down off of my lap. My cock
sprang up in all of its glory and Kat got an eyeful.
Her jaw dropped and her eyes opened wide. She brought a
hand up to her mouth and started to laugh into her
hand. She turned then and ran down the hall to
Heather's room. I stood up and straightened my robe;
hiding my raging hard on. I walked down the hallway and
stopped at Heather's half open door.
"It was this big," I heard Kat enthusiastically state.
"No it wasn't," Heather responded.
"Uh huh," Kat insisted. "You weren't there."
"I've seen it before and it's not that big," Heather
insisted.
"Yeah," Kat replied and there was a slight hesitation
in her voice as she sought an argument, "but you never
saw it when it was big like that. Dad had a woodie!"
Heather laughed at the statement.
"You don't know what a woodie is, Stupid!"
"I do to," Kat insisted. "Julie told me all about them
one time."
Julie was my twelve year old niece. I made a mental
note to inquire as to what else my young niece was
teaching my daughters. They often spent time together
when my wife went to visit her older sister.
I thought about entering the room, but then decided to
leave well enough alone and went back to the master
suite to take my shower. I thought a little cold water
would help my condition. I also thought about jerking
off while taking my shower, but decided to give my cock
a rest. I showered and dressed then went to find my
young charges.
Heather was dressed and her hair was brushed back into
a long ponytail. My cock jerked once again. There's
something about a girl wearing a ponytail; regardless
of their age. She was busy brushing her sister's hair.
As I had predicted, it was a Herculean task. She tried
to be gentle, but it was like untangling a string of
Christmas lights. I could tell she was exasperated and
figured I'd better step in before anybody got upset.
She looked up as I entered the room and smiled at me.
Her features miraculously changed from that of a
frustrated nine year old to those of a lust filled
young girl. Her nostrils flared and her eyes narrowed.
I was amazed at the look. I'd seen the same look on
Melissa's face. I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"Here," I said, extending a hand, "I can do that."
Heather placed the hairbrush into my palm and her
fingers lingered on mine. The light touch made my hand
tingle and the tingling moved into my groin. A warmth
suffused my face. Females were a frightening thing.
I spent over a half hour unsnarling Kat's golden curls
and then we used a wide barrette to hold them away from
her face. She looked like a miniature, blond Minnie
Driver.
We arrived at the theatre for the day's first showing.
The animated feature had been in theatres for several
weeks now and there were very few people in attendance.
We bought a couple of kiddy combos of soft drink,
popcorn, and a small candy item, then went to find our
seats.
We sat as close to the center of the theatre as
possible. No one else was in our row. The closest
people were another father and his young son, who sat
three rows in front of us and to our right. There were
about twelve people in a theatre that could sit three
hundred. Heather sat on my right and Kat on the left.
We sat and waited for the movie to begin.
The girls were in competition to see who could get the
most of my attention. One of them would ask a question
and then the other would try to interrupt. They were
driving me insane and it was a godsend when the
previews began. The movie had hardly begun when a small
hand landed in my lap.
I almost leapt out of my seat when the hand squeezed my
cock through my pants. I grabbed the hand and turned to
look at Heather. I frowned and she stifled a giggle. I
moved her hand to her side of the armrest, but she did
not let it go so I sat with Heather holding on to my
hand.
A moment later, Heather spread her legs and moved my
hand to rest on her crotch. I looked at her and frowned
once again. She curled her bottom lip and gave me a
meaningless pout. I almost laughed. I decided not to
make a big deal of her actions. Her thighs closed
together and she squeezed my hand and pulled it tighter
into her cunt. I became intrigued.
I turned my hand so that it actually cupped her groin.
She looked up at me and smiled. I pressed my middle
finger into her and slowly moved it side to side. I
kept it up for a couple of minutes and Heather started
to fidget slightly. I looked at her again and her eyes
were half closed as she enjoyed my touch.
I looked around then to make sure no one was looking
our way and I slowly moved my hand up. I pulled her
pink tee shirt up slightly and felt around the waist
band of her shorts. She looked at me with widened eyes.
I wiggled my fingers and finally worked them inside. I
felt the cotton of her panties and slid my fingers
inside of those as well.
My fingers slowly slid down and, suddenly, I felt the
warm moist folds of her cunt. Heather gave out a silent
sigh and hunched down slightly. I moved my finger
slowly and prodded at her labia. My finger tip pressed
on her swollen little clit and she made a small jerk. I
stopped and gave her a look to remind her to sit still.
She leaned into me and whispered, "I'm trying."
I waited a few moments to make sure no one had been
alerted to my deviant actions and then I started moving
my finger around again. I alternated between moving my
finger up and down her swollen cunt lips and strumming
her hard little clit. Her cunt was juicing and my
finger slid without much resistance. I curled my middle
finger and pressed past her lips and into her vagina.
Heather grasped my arm with both of her hands and held
on tightly. I didn't move for a moment and watched her
reactions. She was smiling, but ignoring me and making
believe she was watching the movie. I doubted if her
mind took in what she was watching. I continued to move
my finger around; probing into her little cunt and
rubbing her swollen little button.
My hand made small motions since I didn't want to alert
anyone to what we were doing, but they were enough to
satisfy my daughter. Three or four minutes of rubbing
was all it took. Heather suddenly gave a shiver and she
clutched my arm tightly; making it impossible for me to
move my hand.
I pressed my finger against her clit and I could feel
it throbbing with her pulse. She shook several more
times and then finally went limp. I slowly pulled my
hand out of her shorts and reached across her for a
handful of popcorn. I brought the food to my mouth and
inhaled her mild fragrance. I pushed the popcorn into
my mouth and licked my fingers. I could taste her mild
juices.
I heard a small moan and looked at Heather. She knew
what I was doing and it had excited her. I put my hand
down and she grasped it again. She held my hand in her
lap and clutched it tightly. I could tell that her
cheeks were flush and her eyes glimmered as though she
had a fever. She looked at me and smiled broadly. Her
small chest moved up and down as she came down from her
orgasm.
I felt another set of little hands then and turned to
look at Kathleen who had reached to grasp my free hand.
She had apparently noticed that Heather was holding my
hand and she had decided she would do the same. She
pulled my hand into her lap and looked across at
Heather with a smile on her face.
Kat turned her head back to the screen and I looked at
Heather, who was giggling quietly. I was surprised that
neither had noticed the protrusion in my pants. My cock
was rock hard and clearly outlined for anyone to
notice. I hoped it would diffuse before the end of the
movie.
I looked around the theatre again and no one was
looking our way. I suddenly realized how foolish a
thing I had done and silently chastised myself. I began
to wonder if indulging my fantasy had been the right
thing to do. It had been fantastical, but I also had
the feeling that there were going to be some emotional
upheavals down the road.
I couldn't keep on having sex with my daughter as I had
had this morning and now in the theatre. It was foolish
and we could wind up with some major problems. It would
only be a matter of time before Kathleen realized that
something was going on between her parents and her
sister.
Would I have enough stamina to keep this up and satisfy
a very demanding wife as well? Or would she find more
pleasure in my daughter than in me? What about
Kathleen? I turned to look at my youngest and she felt
me looking at her. She beamed up at me and clutched my
hand tighter, driving it into her groin. Her eyes
flickered for a moment and a strange look crossed her
features.
"Oh, Lord," I said to myself.
THE END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not 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.
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