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Shaving Daddy
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Paul's scheduled for a vasectomy and needs to shave his 
groin as part of the prep. He cuts himself, and his 
daughter Lisa offers to help. Turns out she's shaved 
too, and by the time she gets done with him she wants 
to compare. It would be a shame to waste his last load 
of sperm... wouldn't it? (M/f-teen, ped, inc, 1st, 
reluc, preg)

***

Lisa was making supper when her daddy came home from 
work. He was grouchy tonight. He banged through the 
front door, answered her "Hi Daddy" with a growl and 
disappeared into his bedroom. 

Lisa shook her sixteen year old head as she stirred the 
hamburger helper. She missed her mother at times like 
these. Valerie O'Conner had died of cancer two years 
ago, and Lisa and her father had carried on as best 
they could since then. But sometimes it was hard. 

On both of them.

She finished up and set the table. Then she went to her 
father's door and knocked on it lightly. "Supper's 
ready Daddy," she said.

"Be down in a minute," came the gruff reply.

She was waiting for him just inside the dining room. As 
soon as he walked in she slid up to him, slid her arms 
around him and melted against him. "Did you have a hard 
day?" she said in her best `mommy` voice. She actually 
felt him relax.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I got a date for next Friday 
night," he went on.

She pushed him away, her face lighting up. "That's 
great, Daddy! I'm so happy for you. Who is she?"

"Her name's Vicky. She's Mr. Haskell's executive 
secretary. I don't even know how it happened. I mean I 
went in there to give him an update on the Turner deal 
and the next thing I knew she was standing next to me, 
saying as how she'd be delighted to have dinner with 
me."

"I bet she's pretty," said Lisa. For some strange 
reason that made her stomach feel... uneasy.

"Oh yeah!" her father said forcefully. "She's a 
knockout! That's part of the problem. She's a high 
class lady. You can't just jump the bones of a woman 
like that and..." He turned red as he saw his 
daughter's open mouthed look.

"Oh... sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have said that. 
It's just that it's been a long time and..." 

"I understand," said Lisa in a surprisingly brittle 
voice. "After all, Mom's been gone a WHOLE TWO YEARS!" 
Then, for reasons she couldn't explain, Lisa burst into 
tears.

Paul looked at his daughter, horrified. He should have 
watched his mouth. Now she was all upset. He pulled her 
into his arms and she hugged him hard, sobbing into his 
chest. 

"I'm sorry baby, I know you miss her. I miss her too. 
That's part of the problem. It HAS been two years, and 
what with watching you turn into a teen babe, and 
seeing other beautiful women, it makes me miss Val all 
the more. Sometimes I guess I just get horny." As soon 
as he'd said it he couldn't believe it. How stupid 
could a man be to say something like that to his 
daughter?

But oddly enough, Lisa didn't seem to mind. She pulled 
her tearstained face back from his chest and looked up 
at him. 

"I know, Daddy. I've just sort of gotten used to having 
you all to myself. I guess maybe I'm just a little bit 
jealous." She tried to smile. "Really. I'm happy for 
you." She kissed him on the cheek. Then she pushed him 
to the table and they talked about other things during 
dinner.

After dinner Paul mumbled that he had to do something 
and disappeared into the bathroom. Lisa had just turned 
off the TV after deciding there was nothing on worth 
watching when she heard him yell "SHIT!" from in the 
bathroom. She jumped up from the chair and ran to the 
door.

"You OK Daddy?" she yelled through the door.

"Yeah," he yelled back. Then he yelled "Don't come in!"

Lisa thought that was odd. Why should he think she'd 
walk in on him.

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

"Nothing," he yelled back. "I'm shaving."

Now that was odd too. He always shaved in the morning. 
And he used an electric razor. She didn't hear the 
sound of the razor now, though.

"Daddy?" she yelled again. "What's going on in there?"

It was quiet for so long that she DID think about 
barging in on him. Then the door handle turned and the 
door opened... just a crack. Her father's face was 
looking through the crack. His five O'clock shadow 
hadn't been touched. She tried to see through the crack 
in the door.

"Daddy, I want to know what's going on in there, and I 
want to know right now!" It didn't occur to her that 
she sounded just like her mother. 

But Paul noticed it right away. "I can explain." he 
said. "Just a minute." He closed the door and then 
opened it all the way. He was tying the sash of a robe 
he'd obviously just put on. "Come on in," he said.

Lisa went into the room, peering in all directions, 
like she was trying to find someone hiding in there. It 
didn't occur to her that her father had just invited 
her into the bathroom to explain something to her.

"I went to the doctor today," he said.

Lisa stopped and turned to look at her father. Now her 
young face showed concern. 

"Why? Are you OK? What's wrong Daddy," there was the 
hint of panic in her voice. The loss of her mother was 
still relatively fresh.

"NO! I mean YES, everything's fine. Nothing's wrong," 
he said. "I went in to consult him about.... about a 
surgical procedure."

"Oh," said Lisa. She blinked. "Surgery?" Her voice rose 
a little. "What kind of surgery?"

Paul looked at Lisa. Then at the ceiling, and the 
corner, and about anywhere in the bathroom except at 
Lisa. "A vasectomy." He said.

Lisa stared at him. Her mouth fell open. She was 
speechless.

Paul took her silence for disapproval. "It's like this. 
I got to thinking about... dating again... and... well, 
I had you with your mother. I don't want to have more 
children, and if I... date... I don't want there to be 
any... complications..."

Lisa began to blush as she realized what he was talking 
about. But there was a funny "nice" feeling in the pit 
of her stomach when she heard him say he had shared his 
sperm with her mother, but didn't want to share it with 
anyone else. For some reason she didn't WANT any other 
woman to get any of his sperm. She froze. What was she 
THINKING? What business of hers was it whose sperm got 
shared with whom? She thought again about how her 
father must be having a hard time... sexually. It 
wasn't fair of her to keep other women away from him. 
She hugged him. 

"It's OK, Daddy, I understand."

She pushed him away. "But what does that have to do 
with the way you were acting in here?"

Now he blushed. "Well, the procedure is tomorrow, and 
the doctor said I should shave my... shave down there. 
It'll save time and if I don't do it then some one of 
his people will and... well I tried, but I can't do it. 
I think I cut myself."

Lisa went into "mommy" mode. 

It changed their lives forever.

"Oh no!" she commiserated. "Let me see. You want me to 
help? I shave my legs all the time. Surely it shouldn't 
be so different." She reached for his robe.

"WAIT!" he yelled. 

She stopped, lifting an eyebrow as if to say "What?".

"You're my daughter." he said, as if that explained 
everything.

"So, who else is going to do it?" She was thinking in 
practical terms, rather than daughter terms. "Come on," 
she started whisking her hands all around the fastening 
of his robe. "Get it off... come on... let's go."

And so, not thinking it through, Paul let the robe 
drop. Paul was 38. He kept in shape. Lisa had seen him 
in his running shorts. She'd seen him in his underwear. 
She'd seen him wrapped in a towel. But Lisa had never 
seen him quite like this. 

She realized with a blush that he was quite a stud. His 
penis hung heavy, dangling between his hairy thighs. It 
wasn't circumcised and the skin was dark. There was a 
nest of black kinky hair all around the base, and it 
flowed down onto his heavy, full looking ball sack. 
There was one place where she could see skin, where 
he'd scraped the razor through his hair. There was 
another place where he'd started, actually on the base 
of his penis, but had stopped. There was a red stain 
there, where he'd cut himself. 

Lisa sat down on the vanity stool. She picked up the 
razor and inspected it. It was a throwaway. She looked 
around. "Where's the shaving cream?" she asked. 

"I wasn't using any," he said. She stared up at him. "I 
figured I wouldn't be able to see through it," he said.

She looked around again. "And where's the washcloth?" 
This time he didn't answer. He just opened the cabinet, 
got out a clean washcloth and the shaving cream. He 
extended them to her. 

"Are you sure about this?" he said.

"Oh be quiet and don't move," she growled. She ran the 
washcloth under the hot water and began to rub it all 
over his penis and balls. 

"You have to soften the hair before you try to cut it," 
she lectured. She opened a drawer and pulled out a 
small pair of scissors. "And you should cut it as short 
as possible with scissors before you use the razor. 
That way it doesn't foul up the razor as bad." 

She clipped busily with the scissors, his pubes 
dropping to the floor like falling snow. Then she 
squirted a dollop of cream on her hand. Grasping his 
penis with two fingers, she raised it up while she 
smeared the shaving cream all over his balls and the 
base of his dick. He felt a tingle in his cock and 
realized that he might just end up here with an 
erection. He tried to think of other things. 

"How come you know so much about shaving?" he said, in 
an effort to direct his mind to something other than 
what she was doing.

Lisa was intent on her preparation. She was examining 
her father's penis as she moved and manipulated it. 
She'd touched one or two on dates before, but nothing 
more, and she hadn't been able to "examine" them then. 
She was fascinated by the wrinkles, bumps and veins on 
the one in front of her. It actually looked... yummy! 

"I shaved myself down..." she said without thinking. 

She stopped. She was so embarrassed, she couldn't look 
at him. "I shave sometimes," she said lamely.

Paul was in shock. He had a vivid picture in his mind 
of his wife's pussy, clean shaven, soft and smooth, but 
suddenly the face above that pussy was Lisa's. Valerie 
had only shaved one time, and that was just before Lisa 
was born. Her pussy lips had been fat and puffy then, 
distended along with the belly above them. He'd thought 
it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. But Val 
wouldn't keep it shaved after that. Now he couldn't get 
the picture of his sixteen year old daughter, with 
shaved pussy, out of his mind.

His cock thickened and rose, as if it had a life of its 
own. Lisa stared at it, amazed and intrigued as it got 
longer, thicker... more... dangerous looking. Paul 
didn't know what to do. His groin was covered with 
shaving cream. His daughter's face was about six inches 
away from his stiffening dick. And THAT made him get 
even stiffer. 

In the span of sixty seconds his prick was fully erect, 
straining toward Lisa's amazed gaze, the tip poking out 
of its protective sheath of skin. Now it was about 
eight inches long. It curved upward a little.

Lisa knew she should look away. But she couldn't. She 
was fascinated. Now it looked POSITIVELY yummy. Her 
hand came up and wrapped around it. It was HARD! But it 
was soft too... silky... smooth. She licked her lips. 
Then she looked up into her Daddy's eyes. There was 
terror there. But she was now determined to spend some 
time with this very interesting thing. She decided to 
be brazen about it, to try to disarm him.

"Well!" she said, matter-of-factly. "That will 
certainly make it a lot easier to maneuver the razor. 
Thank you Daddy." Then she picked up the razor and, 
keeping her hand firmly wrapped around his penis she 
began to gently scrape him clean of hair. 

She soon discovered that holding onto his penis wasn't 
really helping. But she didn't want to let go. Finally, 
though, she had to, to get to his balls. "Daddy?" she 
said. "You need to hold it up out of the way for me." 

Paul had been frozen ever since his little girl had 
wrapped her hot little hand around his boner. He 
watched dumbly as she swiped the razor back and forth, 
in the process causing her other hand - the one wrapped 
around his dick - to slide back and forth. She wasn't 
jacking him off, but she was... jacking him off. Then 
she let go and told him to pull it up. 

With a sigh of relief he grabbed the tip and lifted it 
up against his stomach. He had been about ready to blow 
his wad all over his daughter's T shirt. Now she was 
grasping the wrinkled skin of his balls and pulling it 
this way and that while she shaved the hair off his 
testicles. It seemed too unreal. Getting his balls 
smooth was a lot harder. She worked his balls for 
fifteen minutes before she was satisfied.

Now she went back to his penis, and the still hairy 
base of it. Again she wrapped her hand around it, 
pulling it down. She was flushed now. Shaving her 
Daddy's balls had made her feel funny. It was in there 
that all his sperm was being made. They were full, and 
that made her feel squirmy. It was so sad to think that 
tomorrow all that sperm would be trapped in there with 
no place to go any more. And the feel of his thick hard 
cock in her hand was making her thoughts all fuzzy. 

She pulled down on it, fighting the stiff rod, to 
stretch the skin at the base. She saw that where he had 
cut himself had broken back open and was bleeding 
again. 

"Ohhhhh," she murmured and then leaned forward to kiss 
the spot. "Kiss it and make it better" she chanted, 
just like her mother used to whenever she had a scrape 
or bruise. She heard her father gasp, realized that her 
lips were on a hard penis and then she felt a surge of 
warmth in her pussy. Her nipples tingled too. She 
leaned back, breathing deeply, trying to get back in 
control. 

She carefully began taking off the remaining hair 
around the base of her father's penis. Again, in the 
process of moving his prick around, her hand pulled up 
and down on it, jacking him off. The tip began to leak 
precum, the milky fluid dripping off the tip and onto 
Lisa's hand while she manipulated the razor.

Paul couldn't breathe. Lisa was all but actively 
masturbating him now, but he could plainly see that it 
wasn't her intent. He had to do something. He couldn't 
cum in his daughter's face. He'd just die if he did. He 
bit his lip, but that didn't help. Finally she appeared 
to be done with the razor.

Lisa was done with the actual shaving. But she had come 
to a decision. She couldn't ask her father to let her 
do what she was going to do, but she couldn't... not do 
it... either. She wondered what he'd do when she did 
what she was planning. 

"Don't move yet," she said, her voice husky. 

She opened a drawer and re-heated the washcloth under 
the hot water. "You have to put some balm on it to 
combat the razor burn. This skin isn't used to being 
shaved, and it will get all red and hurt if you don't." 
She drug the hot washcloth all over his genitals, 
removing all traces of shaving cream. Then she put a 
dollop of an ivory scented lotion in one palm, rubbed 
her hands together, and began to massage it into his 
penis and balls.

This time, when she grasped his penis, she did so at 
the tip, and then, holding on tightly, slid her hand to 
the base. His foreskin peeled back, unhooding the head. 
It was all dark and purple looking now, and another 
streak of precum oozed out. 

Then, holding the foreskin back, and with her other 
hand massaging his balls, Lisa leaned forward and slid 
her mouth onto her father's cock. She sucked gently, 
and ran her tongue all around the sensitive head.

Paul felt like he'd been struck by lightning. He stared 
down at his daughter's blond hair, covering what he 
knew was happening down there. She'd put his dick in 
her mouth and was sucking him off! Instantly he felt 
himself start to cum. 

"Lisa," he grunted. "I'm gonna cum." The hand on his 
balls went to where his sperm tube entered his penis 
and squeezed. The hand on his penis went to the base 
and squeezed.

His orgasm was stopped in it's tracks. 

It hurt a little, mostly in his balls. 

Where in the world had she learned how to do that?

Where she had learned was in the back seat of a couple 
of cars. She'd learned that if you didn't do that, 
they'd squirt all over you, the car, your clothing - 
everywhere. So she learned to squeeze them off until 
she was ready for them. She'd never had one in her 
mouth before. She thought about tasting her Daddy's 
sperm, but she wanted to save it for something else 
this time. Maybe later. 

She pulled her mouth reluctantly off of his straining 
penis. She knew she'd have to handle this next part 
carefully. Otherwise her Daddy would listen to his 
conscience. She didn't want him to do that. She looked 
up at him and said innocently "You wouldn't want to do 
that, now would you?" She stood up. She undid her 
shorts and let them drop to the floor.

Paul was confused. He didn't want to cum. But he had 
been so close, and it had felt sooo good! What was she 
doing now? Why was she taking her shorts off? What was 
going on? 

"What are you doing, honey?" he asked.

"I want to compare," she said. "I told you I shaved... 
myself." I want to see if I did as good a job on you as 
I did on me." 

A sober man would have immediately realized how stupid 
that sounded. But Paul wasn't sober. Paul was loaded up 
with testosterone, which is MUCH worse than liquor. He 
stared as his daughter lowered her panties and then 
pulled her T shirt up over her head. When she dropped 
that on the floor she was naked... just like him.

Lisa perched her butt on the edge of the counter and 
spread her legs. There, in all it's glory, was her 
shaven teen pussy. Her pussy lips were full and 
bulging, darker than their normal pink. They were wet 
too. She was fully aroused. She spread her legs wide 
and her pussy lips parted, flowering open. She reached 
out and grasped her Daddy's iron hard prick and pulled. 

"See Daddy? Now we're alike, aren't we? Did I do a good 
job Daddy?" 

She pulled his penis closer and closer to her gaping 
pussy. Her hand was jacking on him again. This time it 
was obvious she knew exactly what she was doing. 

"See how nice and smooth we are Daddy? See how it looks 
like we're two pieces of a puzzle? Like we fit together 
perfectly?"

Paul watched, dazed as he saw his penis get closer and 
closer to her gorgeous shaved muff. He heard her words, 
but he felt them more. Now his prick was just a short 
inch away from her. 

She let go, leaving it bobbing. 

Now her hands went to his hips. They pulled gently. If 
he went, his prick would touch her pussy. If it 
touched, he knew he would be lost. He knew he wouldn't 
stop there. He tore his gaze away from his cock and 
looked at his daughter's face. She was staring calmly 
back. "I love you Daddy." she said. Her hands pulled. 
He felt his dick nudge into her slick sex.

"Oh baby," he groaned. 

Then he leaned forward and slid into her.

Lisa was a virgin. Technically, anyway. When she'd 
decided to shave her bush, and then had done so, she'd 
gotten good and turned on in the process. She'd rubbed 
the balm into her clean shaven pussy and had 
instinctively realized that something up inside her 
would feel really good about then. A nice long plastic 
brush handle had sufficed very nicely and, once the 
pain was gone, had made her feel really really good. 
She'd used that brush more than a few times since. So 
when her father's thick hard penis slid into her, it 
stretched her, but didn't actually hurt.

"Ohhhh Daddy," she moaned back.

As he hit bottom he whined, "I shouldn't..."

She hugged him to her and hunched her pussy toward him. 
"Yes, you should." She reached up and took his face in 
her hands. She kissed him very deliberately. It was NOT 
the kiss of a daughter. It was the kiss of a woman... a 
lover.  

"Now" she said between more kisses, "You can cum."

"You're on the pill, baby... right?" he gasped.

"Don't be silly Daddy" she sighed, and kissed him 
again. When she pulled back this time she stared 
straight into his eyes. "Why would I want to be on the 
pill?"

Paul stiffened, shocked, amazed, happy, ecstatic as he 
realized what his daughter had just said. She had 
spread her legs for him, invited him into her most 
secret place, and now, was welcoming his seed. All 
inhibition left him as his heart soared with joy. With 
his prick sheathed deep in his baby girl, he grunted 
and unleashed two years of pent up sperm-laced semen 
into her sex channel. His cock gushed streams of sticky 
ivory fluid into her pussy, firmly planting his seed 
deep in her womb. He sagged against her, panting.

Lisa, basking in the glow of the heat that had been 
injected into her belly, ran her hands lightly over his 
back. "Thank you Daddy" she murmured. She let him catch 
his breath a little and then gently pushed him back. He 
stood unsteadily as she sat down again, and with the 
washcloth and her mouth, cleaned him off. Then she 
stood up and crushed her naked breasts to his chest. 
"Let's go to bed now Daddy" she said into his chest. 
"It's my turn now."

It would be hard to say whether Paul wore her out 
during the night, or she wore him out. When she finally 
woke up he was gone. She was sad, wondering what things 
would be like when he got home that night. She got up 
and felt his sperm leaking out of her sore pussy. She 
clamped three fingers over her pussy mouth, deciding to 
keep the last of his sperm as long as she could. When 
he got home there would be no more.

Again, she was preparing dinner when he came in. He was 
in a much better mood this night, she though, a little 
bitterly. "Hi Daddy" she said. She'd decided to act as 
if nothing had happened. 

"How'd it go? Everything OK?"

"It went perfectly" he said as he came up behind her 
and put his hands around her, on her stomach. "I got to 
the doctor's, he took a look, said the shave job was 
perfect, and asked if I still wanted to have the 
procedure."

His hands slid upwards, cupping her breasts. "I told 
him I'd changed my mind."

Within two minutes Paul had Lisa spread out on the 
kitchen table, his dick deep in her pussy again. This 
time he was going to try to last more than five minutes 
before he stuffed her full of his baby juice.

Well, maybe four minutes.

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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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