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Telling Mandy No!
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)
***
When sixteen year old Mandy wants to go to Paris with
her girlfriends, her father has to tell her "No!" She's
too young. But how to make her understand what all the
men in France would want to do to her? Maybe she'd
underestand if he showed her... (M/f-teen, ped, inc,
1st, oral, preg)
***
Author's note: I got the idea for this story from one I
read somewhere by another author. I don't remember the
name of the story, or who wrote it, or even where it
was posted. If it seems familiar, that's probably why.
My intent is not to plagiarize, but I wanted to tell
the story in a different way than it was originally
written.
***
Bob didn't know exactly when he began to look at Mandy
and see a woman, rather than his little girl. It
happened slowly, over a period of time, kind of like
when you lose a pound or two a week and three or four
months (and thirty pounds) later somebody says "You
lost some weight lately?"
Mandy was a girl when her mother just didn't come home
one night. Hours later he was frantic, of course. Any
husband would be. He did all the normal things. He
called their friends, ("Bob, do you have ANY idea of
what time it is?") and then called the Police. And they
were, as are most public servants, bureaucratic in the
extreme.
"I'm sorry Mr. Templeton, we really can't take a
missing persons report until someone's been gone at
least twenty-four hours. If you still haven't heard
from her tomorrow night, give us a call." He had all
the normal visions of her lying in her mangled car,
dying, calling out for him.
The Police called the next day, wanting Bob to come
pick up his car from where she'd abandoned it. There
was a note in the car, which, of course, they'd read...
and probably chuckled over (Can you believe it, the guy
thought she was a missing person!").
It was short and to the point. "Bob, I've left you.
Don't try to find me." Turned out that a guy she worked
with went "missing" the same day. Everybody knew about
their relationship except him. And Mandy, of course.
Anyway, Mandy was ten at the time, and being abandoned
by her mother was a blow he was afraid she might never
get over. He spent a lot more time with her after that,
and not just because he had to be both mother and
father. They needed each other. A psychologist might
have said they were doing the normal thing, trying to
give each other the love they were missing from the
woman they though had loved them. It's complicated when
somebody just walks out of your life.
But, in a few years, they had adapted to the point
that, if she had come back, they would have probably
told her to sit on a parking meter and spin. They
didn't need her any more. She was a little like the old
family dog that bit the kids... and then died. They
missed her, in a purely historical way, but weren't all
that sad that she was gone.
There's something about raising a girl, when you're a
single man, that makes life interesting. You have to
deal with all her "girly" needs, but you have to be a
big, tough guy too. I don't think it works that way for
a single woman. Nobody expects her to be a man, or do
man things. She may do those things, but nobody EXPECTS
her to. But a single dad is expected to be sensitive to
his daughter's feminine needs, and "be there for her"
(whatever the fuck that means).
And think about it. I mean think about a single mom
raising a son. What does she have to teach him? How and
why to wear a jock strap? Probably not. The gym teacher
will cover that. What kind of underwear to get? No way.
She buys him what she thinks he needs and he gets it
for Christmas. She doesn't teach him how to sit on a
couch while he's wearing a skirt, because he doesn't
wear a skirt and nobody cares how he sits on a couch or
crosses his legs. She doesn't have to teach him how to
wear a pad, or insert a tampon.
She doesn't have to teach him to be cognizant of when
he's fertile. If anything, all she has to teach him is
to keep it in his pants unless he's ready to marry the
girl. She doesn't have to teach him what to do if he
gets horny. Since ALL boys are horny, and everyone
EXPECTS them to be horny, all she has to do is teach
him to wash his little penis really well when he's
young and everything else will take care of itself
years later... while he's washing his no-longer-little
penis.
But a single dad, raising a beautiful young girl. Now
THERE'S a situation that is absolutely packed with the
potential for disaster. He has to teach her everything
her mother would teach her. How to fit a bra, what kind
of feminine hygiene products to get and why, tampons
versus pads, Midol, or the myriad of other products
that handle that problem, how to walk, how NOT to walk,
what to do if you feel this way or that way, how to
apply makeup, PMS, why everyone else has breasts except
her or, conversely, why her breasts are so huge and
everyone else hardly has any... the list can go on and
on.
So, when you find out what happened between Mandy and
her father, and you think back on how many times I used
the word "Normal" in the telling, I want you to think
about raising a girl all by yourself. Then you can
decide whether what happened was "normal" or not.
As I said, he didn't know exactly when he noticed it,
but at some point he looked at Mandy and thought
"woman".
He knew it wasn't when Janet first left them. Mandy was
only ten and, after the shock of it wore off, she
exploded into becoming "little miss domestic goddess",
taking on the duties of laundry, and house cleaning,
and even cooking, though he was a far better cook. It
was like she was trying to make up for the fact that
the woman of the house was gone. But after a while that
evened out and they shared the work pretty much
equally, and with pretty good communication.
And it wasn't when she was almost twelve and had her
first period. He had warned her about that in a six
week long educational process about her body that was
so drawn out and dry that there was no sex left in it,
even though what they were talking about was, in one
sense, pure sex.
I mean what are periods for, except to remind a young
woman that she has failed? Her womb is empty, and all
that nourishing blood is now going to waste. The system
designed specifically to bear a child and propagate the
species did not fulfill it's destiny, and all that
blood and pain is a clear and present sign to the young
woman to find a man and get it right before next month
gets there.
Of course that's not exactly how he explained things to
her. The point is that, at the time he was explaining
what made her a woman, she didn't either look or act
like a woman.
It probably wasn't even when she was thirteen and
started growing breasts that ended up being nice double
handfuls. He avoided the how-to-fit-a-bra problem by
the simple expedient of telling her she didn't have to
wear one. She got all upset because she thought wearing
a bra would be such a rite of passage, so he took her
to the store and looked at tools while she pretended to
know what she was looking for. And, of course, she
bought a lacy sexy thing that didn't fit and hurt, and
it ended up in the back of the closet and she never
asked to wear one again.
They did a lot of things together. They shopped at the
grocery store together, planning menus as we went down
the aisles. He took her to ball games. She dragged him
to the skating rink. They liked the same kinds of
movies, and could spend hours at the library together.
When he told me about all this, he finally remembered
one incident that I think might be the prime contender
for when he began to have sexual thoughts about his
daughter.
They had been outside raking leaves and pulling weeds
and splitting firewood to get ready for winter. It was
still hot out and we were both hot and sweaty when they
went inside. She went and took a shower, and, about the
time he was going toward the kitchen to get something
to drink, she came out of the bathroom drying her hair
with a towel. She was naked as usual. Neither of them
wore much around the house, and never had. We were both
hot blooded, meaning they had a fan going most of the
time and almost never got chilled.
He noticed that her breasts were full, and that her
nipples had developed to the point that she had both
areolas and nipples. She had a cute little patch of
auburn hair on her mound. Her hips had widened, and her
legs looked longer than he'd remembered them for some
reason.
His cock was half hard before he even realized it. She
breezed past him with a "Hi Daddy" and he realized she
smelled really good.
Yes, now as he thought about it, that was the time he
began to be aware of his daughter as a woman. She was
every bit of fifteen that summer.
After that, as he sat, reading in the living room, he'd
look over at her, doing her homework or whatever. She
liked to wear his old T shirts, but she always cut the
sleeves off, taking more of the side than just the
sleeve. In other words, you could see through the large
arm hole. If she bent over, her lovely tits were there
for all the world to see. Along with those T shirts she
favored gym shorts. She had her favorites, which were
from her three years as a cheerleader at her Junior
High School. Naturally, they were mostly three or four
years old, and who knows how many sizes too small. They
fit her like a second skin and made a very visible and
identifiable camel toe in her crotch.
She had also let her hair grow since her mother left.
That was probably because her mother cut her hair,
rather than taking her to the beauty parlor. At any
rate, five years growth of her hair had resulted in a
thick mane of brown hair with red and blond highlights
that flowed down her back like a cape. She had a button
nose, and high cheekbones. As he looked at her he
thought about what a sixteen or seventeen year old boy
would think and he knew he was in trouble.
Mandy and her father had never talked about dating,
because we spent so much time together that she had
little time to date. That changed the school year
following when he noticed he was living with a stone
fox sex goddess. She had given up on the cheerleader
thing, but she was still pretty popular. She learned
makeup from her girlfriends at sleepovers, and asked if
she could go to a movie with a boy.
Now, Bob thought he was a pretty savvy Dad. He knew
that the best way to get her to do something was to
forbid her from doing it. And, conversely, the best way
to get her NOT to do something, was to be excited about
it, and to display a great desire to "help" with
whatever it was.
"I think that would be GREAT!" he bubbled. "In fact I'd
be happy to take you guys to the movie and then pick
you up." he offered helpfully.
"That's OK" she said sweetly. "It's close enough we're
just going to walk."
It hadn't worked out quite like he'd expected. He went
on reading the paper and peeked at her. She looked all
happy.
She was actually home by eight-thirty. Things had not
gone all that well. The boy wouldn't talk. He was
nervous and not very good company. He was thrilled to
the core when she closed the door and plopped down on
the couch and said, "This dating stuff isn't nearly as
much fun as I thought it would be."
She did go out a few more times, but it evolved into
group dating, where there were two or three girls, and
two or three guys, and people weren't really paired
off.
She grew more beautiful, and even sexier. They spent
less time together - she spent more time with her
friends. But they made sure to spend some time doing
things with each other every week. And she developed a
strong independent streak too. She wasn't afraid of
much of anything, and big new concepts didn't give her
pause.
So he shouldn't have been surprised when she asked if
she could go to Paris. He came home from work one day
and she was already home from school. It was only a
month until school ended and she'd been doing very well
with her grades. They'd gotten into a little game where
he rewarded her for that. Sometimes it was buying her a
new outfit, or her own computer (so she could study
more efficiently, of course). She had been hinting
about a car, but he was a little leery of that. She had
only just turned sixteen.
Well, he got home that day and she was dressed like it
was already full summer. She had on a spandex halter
top that it must have taken her hours to get on. Then
he saw there was a hidden zipper right between her
breasts. Still, she had to pull like crazy, stretching
the fabric, to get that zipper started. Bob never could
figure out why women wore things like that, because it
just had to hurt to put on. But it cradled her luscious
titties like they were some precious piece of art. It
also telegraphed the state of her nipples, which showed
through as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. As
for the rest of her, she was wearing high rise panties,
and was barefoot. She had just made something and put
it in the oven. He could smell it, but couldn't tell
what it was. There was a smudge of flour on her cheek.
Bob had a secretary who was married and who doesn't
fool around. But she loves to tease him and she's one
of the finest examples of a M.I.L.F. you could ever
want to gaze upon. So he was usually fired up every
night when he got home. In fact he usually repaired to
the bathroom to shower and paint the walls of the
shower stall with his semen. Seeing Mandy like that
didn't help things at all, and his balls rumbled.
"HI daddy!!!" she said, very excited, "How was work
today?"
"Just another day," he answered, putting the mail on
the counter.
Mandy took a deep breath, straining that spandex. She
bit her lip just a little.
"Daddy?"
"Yes baby?" he answered.
"I need to ask you something but I'm not sure how
you'll answer," she said, almost in a whisper as she
twirled a long strand of her silky auburn hair around
her finger.
"You can ask me anything baby, you know that," he said,
giving her my complete attention.
"Denise and Barbara want me to go to Paris with them
for the summer, can I go?"
Now if you're a father, particularly of a teenage girl,
then you already know what went through his mind.
Within seconds of her question, he had this mental
image of some slicky-boy Frenchman plying his little
girl with wine and an accent, and then rolling over on
top of her and going where no man had gone before. All
Dads assume and believe with whole hearted enthusiasm
that their daughters are virgins... quite often even
after they're married.
It was not the image he wanted to take into the shower
with him tonight.
"Absolutely not," he answered immediately.
"Why daddy?" she said, pouting.
"Lots of reasons" he answered in true adult fashion.
"For one thing you're only sixteen. For another you
don't speak French."
"Well that's true" she admitted, "But Barbara took
French this year and she got an "A" in it, and don't
you want me to be happy? Of course you do Daddy" she
said. "That's why you're going to say 'Yes'... because
you love me and want me to be happy."
This was a standard ploy of hers. If he loved her and
wanted her to be happy, he'd let her do whatever it was
she wanted to do. It very often worked, but not for the
reasons she thought it was working.
"Mandy, I said no."
She walked over to the large over stuffed chair that
sat beside the fireplace and plopped down, pouting as
she threw one leg over the arm. Her panties were
cupping her pussy lips and they were screaming at him
silently to come and wash them with his tongue.
"I'll take you to Paris when you graduate." he tried.
Mandy sat there, silent, a beautiful pout on her face.
She had no idea how gorgeous she was, and how she
affected men.
"Not going to talk to me, huh?" he asked.
She shook her head, looking down at the floor.
"Baby don't be mad, I just think that 16 is too young
to run off to a foreign country when you can't even
speak the language," I said. "Besides, you're so
beautiful you wouldn't even be able to enjoy yourself.
While you were there, every man in France would be
doing nothing but trying to get your panties off."
He hadn't actually meant to say that last part, but it
was how he felt. He even wanted to get her panties off
and he was her own father!
Mandy flushed right along with him. Her eyes went to
the front of his slacks. There was a tent there, thanks
to his secretary and his daughter. And there wasn't
anything he could do about it right now.
"Well, I know how to handle men." she said, as if she
were twenty five instead of just barely driving age.
"Is that a fact?" he asked. He began to imagine her in
various situations "handling" men. His cock got even
harder. He walked toward her, towering over her as she
lifted her sweet face to look at him. He knew that my
hard cock was right there in front of her face. He was
flaunting it, like she was flaunting her nipples and
pussy.
"Just how do you handle a man, Mandy?"
Now, though he didn't know it at that time, Mandy
thought she might actually have a chance. She had been
on several dates with boys who tried all kinds of
things with her, and she had fended off all their hands
and antics. She'd even jacked one of them off, thinking
correctly that once he had squirted he'd be a lot
easier to handle. He had been, but she made sure she
never got alone with him again. There was something
about seeing all that hot white fluid spurting
everywhere that made her pussy hot and itchy. Thinking
of that made her think of the stiff cock an inch away
from her and she looked up at it. There it was, and it
was quite a bulge. She licked her lips.
"Well, you give them just a little of what they want
and then you..." She trailed off as she realized there
was no way she could say to her father 'You jerk them
off and they go away happy.' Instead she said "You make
them happy and they're a lot easier to handle."
Her dad leaned down. "And just what is it you do that
`makes them happy` Mandy?"
Mandy's heart was thumping. She smelled the after shave
her father liked. She liked it too. Her father smelled
so... good. He was so close! Suddenly she felt that hot
itch in her pussy again.
"Well, you know... you... well, you kiss them." On a
wild impulse she stood up, pursed her sweet lips up and
kissed her father's lips. Her heart thumped in her
chest. This wasn't like kissing those boys!
Bob was caught by surprise. He'd been trying to
intimidate his daughter with his size and nearness and
when she kissed him he was so surprised he just kissed
her back. It had been a long, long time since he'd been
kissed like that. Her sweet lips parted and her tongue
flicked out and into his mouth. His cock lurched in his
pants and began to leak. It was a long and passionate
kiss, and when it stopped both of them were breathing
hard. Both of them knew it wasn't the kind of kiss a
father and daughter were supposed to share.
"Like that." she said weakly.
Trying to get his thoughts in order Bob blurted out
"And what else do you do to make a man happy, baby?"
Mandy too was off balance. That kiss had left her
panting, and her pussy felt even itchier. She had an
insane urge to stick her hand down her panties and rub
herself to a glorious orgasm right here in front of her
own father! That kiss had shaken her down to her toes
and her pussy was actually WET when they broke apart.
In her numbed mind this was a man first, and her father
second. She reached for that bulge.
"Well" she said softly, "you play with his peter." Her
hand molded over the lump and she squeezed gently. He
was HUGE! Her mouth fell open. She'd touched several
boys and that one she'd jacked off had been a handful,
but this was something else. She suddenly felt her
pussy spritz and realized she wanted to see the cock
that was filling her hand to overflowing.
Without asking, Mandy unzipped his pants and began
trying to pull his penis out into the open. She had a
tough time of it. Bob's prick was rock hard now, and it
wouldn't bend to move to the opening of his fly. Mandy
stuck her hand in through the fly and, after fishing
around finally got her hand on his naked cock. Both of
them groaned as her teenage hand circled his knobby and
veined penis.
It became obvious to Mandy she'd never get it out
through that small opening. She withdrew her hand, not
noticing her father's sigh of discontent, and attacked
his belt and the hook that held his pants together. As
it popped free, his slacks dropped to the floor like
they had lead weights in them. As they hit the floor
her hands were dragging down his briefs, which were
caught on something very long and very stiff inside
them. Mandy felt her pussy pulse again.
Boy! She wanted to rub it bad now.
As she pulled, the front of the shorts strained harder
and harder until the lump was sticking straight out
what seemed like a foot. Then it bent downward as she
pulled harder. With a final jerk she pulled them free
of the cock she was now frantic to see and it slapped
upward like a catapult.
Mandy sat, her mouth open, her eyes slightly glazed.
There, in front of her, was something out of a dream.
It wasn't circumcised, and the tip was peeking out at
her through a shroud of soft wrinkled skin that looked
almost like lips. The rest was a maze of ridges, lumps
and pulsing veins. It was more than six or seven inches
long, but she couldn't marshal enough thinking energy
to really try to estimate it's actual size.
I looked as hard as a rock. There was a drip of
something clear seeping out of the little eye on the
tip. It looked like the clear Kayro syrup in the
cupboard and she had a sudden urge to lick it up with
her tongue. The whole thing was scary and beautiful at
the same time. THAT was designed to go inside a woman's
pussy?! No way in the world. As she stared at it she
realized it was getting closer and closer to her face.
On another impulse she leaned forward and kissed the
tip.
Bob's mind was also foggy. A beautiful woman had just
dragged his pants down and was staring at his stiff
dong like it was some yummy treat she was about to eat.
He knew that lovely woman was his daughter, but he was
way beyond being able to control himself now. Years of
pent up desire began bubbling out of the tip of his
cock as her lips pooched and wrapped around the tip.
Her hands came up and they wrapped themselves firmly
around his tool as her lips began to slide more and
more onto the tip, pushing at his foreskin, taking it's
place in sheathing the head of his cock. Suddenly his
cock head was inside her warm mouth and her tongue was
bathing it all over.
Mandy couldn't believe it.
She was sucking her father's cock!
It was inside her mouth!
She'd NEVER even THOUGHT about doing this to a boy
before! Well, she'd THOUGHT about it, but only in a
disjointed fantasy sort of way. If you'd have asked her
ten minutes ago if she'd ever suck a man's cock she'd
have screamed "No WAY!!!"
But now there WAS a cock in her mouth. Not just any old
cock - no it was her daddy's cock!
And it was WONDERFUL! It tasted... musky sort of. And
it was so soft, while being hard at the same time. And
it was leaking more of that syrupy stuff that slid
around so smoothly on her tongue. It didn't taste like
anything, really, at least nothing she could put a
finger on, but it wasn't bad at all. And when she
sucked on it, her pussy spritzed again. Part of her
thought her panties must be dripping wet by now. Then,
the reality of what she was doing hit her completely.
She was sucking her father's penis! She jerked her head
back suddenly and let go of the massive log with both
hands. His dick slipped out of her mouth with a "pop"
and bobbed in the air.
She looked up at her father's face, expecting to see
thunderclouds. She winced at what she expected to hear.
What could he think of her now except that she was some
kind of slut?
Bob could see that his daughter was afraid and upset.
He wondered where she had learned to do what she had
just done. As their relationship had just changed both
radically and permanently, he decided to ask. "Baby,
have you made a lot of men... happy?"
Mandy was confused. When she looked at her father's
face it didn't look angry at all! He wasn't yelling. So
the question caught her completely by surprise. "No,
Daddy" she said simply. The truth just popped out.
"Well, just Danny Thompson... and only once... and not
like that."
"Really?" her father said. "And just how did you make
Danny Thompson happy?" Now he did sound a little upset.
She instinctively reached back to her father's boner
and skimmed her hand up and down it several times. She
watched interestedly as the foreskin bunched up and
then slid over the big purple knob she had just been
sucking on.
"I did this" she said.
Bob groaned as she jerked on his cock. Between her
mouth and now her hand he was about to unload months of
pent up juices. He covered her hand with his own and
stopped her.
"Baby, that's not what the men in France are going to
want you to do to make them happy." He was trying to
calm down. He was trying to stop himself from painting
his daughter's face with his sperm. It didn't occur to
him that she was just as turned on as he was and might
take the bait.
"What are they going to want me to do, Daddy?" she said
in her little girl voice. "Maybe you should show me"
she went on. "So I'll be prepared."
Bob hesitated for about two microseconds. Then his lust
and years of pent up longing for his beautiful daughter
won over. He began unzipping the zipper between her
breasts.
"They're going to want to see your breasts, Mandy."
The zipper reached the bottom and the material snapped
apart like a broken rubber band. Almost like magic her
luscious breasts with their stiff pink nipples were
bared to his view. He leaned down and sucked one of
those nipples into his mouth. Sudden pleasure/pain
streaked from that nipple straight to her weeping pussy
and Mandy's knees went rubbery. Her father caught her
as they began to fail her. He hobbled with her to the
couch and sat her down, sinking to his knees between
her thighs.
"They're going to want to suck on your nipples like
that." he said as he leaned in to feast again on both
nipples this time. Soon they were swollen with passion
and Mandy's hips were moving restlessly on the couch.
She moaned with pleasure and her hands came up to hold
her daddy's head to her breasts. Then he stopped and
leaned back. His eyes looked hot and smoky.
"And they're going to want to do other things too,
baby." he said in a low, growly voice.
"What kind of things Daddy?" Her voice was thick.
His hands went to the high waist of her panties and
pulled. She lifted her hips up off the couch and her
soaked panties stuck to her pussy lips before they
pulled free. Cool air hit her hot pussy and she sighed
as he pulled the garment free of her feet. She had to
lift her legs up toward her for him to get them off,
and he only pulled them off one foot before his hands
went to her thighs, spreading them apart, baring her
pussy for the first time to a man's view. She looked
down and saw that her pussy lips were fat and swollen.
Then, like a flower opening to the sun, those pussy
lips peeled open.
"They're going to want to see your pussy, baby" he
growled.
"But they can't see my pussy Daddy." she moaned. "No
boy has ever seen my pussy Daddy."
That brought another dollop of cream surging out of
Bob's aching prick. It dripped to the floor in a long
string. Her pussy was perfect. Her pubic hair was
almost red, much redder than the hair on her head. It
wasn't thick, and he could see skin through it easily.
It lay on her mons like a crocheted afghan quilt that
you could see through. The first thing he thought of
was that his prick would fit very tightly into that
pussy.
He couldn't do that, though. One very small part of his
brain reminded him she was his daughter, after all. Her
pussy lips were engorged and gaping open, like the lips
of a lover waiting to be kissed.
"And when they see your pussy they're going to want to
do this." he said. Then he leaned in and sucked her
pussy lips into his mouth. He spit them back out and
drove his tongue deep into her pussy, then drew it out
and searched for her clitty. When he found it he sucked
it in and began nibbling on it with his front teeth.
Mandy didn't know whether to laugh, cry, scream or just
faint dead away. Shannon had bragged that her boyfriend
Rod had sucked her pussy, and she claimed it was the
best thing she had ever felt. Mandy remembered thinking
"You lying bitch. You wouldn't let Rod near your pussy
and even if you did he wouldn't put his mouth on it."
She now decided she was going to have to apologize to
Shannon as soon as she could. That was about all she
had time to think of before her daddy's teeth on her
ultra sensitive clitty brought her to a mind melting
orgasm.
"Ooooo....Ohhhh...Ahhhhh...OOOOOOAAHAAHAAHHHAH" she
yipped as her hips started thrusting up at her father's
mouth rapidly. Her head flailed from side to side and
her arms waved in the air like she was trying to fly
before her hands grabbed her father's head and pulled
it hard into the sweet juncture of her thighs.
Bob couldn't stand it. She was beautiful. She was sweet
tasting. She was wet and ready. He lifted his head and
inched closer to her, bending his cock until the tip
was lodged between her still flexing pussy lips.
"And then..." he panted "They're going...to want... to
do..." He leaned forward and her pussy lips strained to
open for the big leaking knob of his penis. "THIS!" He
leaned forward harder and punched half of his rampant
cock into her wide open pussy.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" she squealed as she felt enormous
pressure in her pussy. Her eyes, which had been closed
snapped open and her head came up off the back of the
couch. She stared at what had to be a baseball bat
sticking into her pussy. She drew in a huge breath to
scream and just then he pulled it back out until just
the head was inside. The pressure vanished and then
came back as he lunged into her again, this time
getting almost three quarters into her.
"OH DADDY!" she squealed and then he pulled it out
again. This time, as he shoved it back into her he
reached up and grasped both of her turgid nipples with
his fingertips and pulled them away from her body. She
watched, her mouth formed in an "OH" as the whole
massive prick vanished inside her body.
Meanwhile her nipples shrieked their pain/pleasure
straight to her pussy and her great lungful of breath
came out in a long groan. Her thighs widened
automatically, trying to lessen the pressure her virgin
pussy felt. It wasn't exactly PAIN, but a tear formed
at the edge of one eye.
Part of her wanted to yell at him to get that monster
OUT of her pussy, but her pussy itself had other ideas.
It clenched and then relaxed all by itself, and
suddenly the pressure lessened. It did it again and
suddenly there was more pleasure than pain. A LOT more
pleasure than pain. "OH DADDY!" Now her voice was thick
with passion, and it was nowhere near a complaint.
Bob was in trouble and he knew it. Mandy's pussy was so
hot and slick and tight that his prick wanted to bathe
it with sperm immediately. But he knew he couldn't do
that. She wasn't on the pill. He shouldn't even have
his prick where it was, and he CERTAINLY couldn't let
his dangerously potent sperm enter her obviously nubile
and fertile vagina. He would be a Grandfather for sure
if he let that happen.
And so, with his prick buried in that wonderful snatch,
he decided not to move for a while, just to let things
calm down a little. It wouldn't hurt to ream her out a
little, but for now he'd just get her off again. He
leaned his head down to suck on her marvelous long
nipples. He'd pulled them hard because he knew that
would cause her pussy to loosen up a little, but now he
just wanted her to feel good. He sucked and chewed like
a starved baby. At the same time he snuck a hand
between them and put his thumb on her clit.
Mandy looked at the top of her daddy's head and tried
to decide what to do. Again she didn't know whether to
laugh, cry, scream or just faint dead away. His penis
felt absolutely WONDERFUL in her pussy now, and she
knew this would happen again many, many times even if
she had to blackmail him into it. Then he started
sucking on her nips again and she felt his thumb on her
clitty.
Her hips surged upwards off the couch, forcing the head
of his cock into the opening of her womb. Her hands
snapped back to his head, and she gave up as another
orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. This orgasm
was like none she had ever felt in her whole short
life. She felt it in her pussy, her nipples and her
brain all at the same time. She was sure she'd explode
and that pieces of here would fly all over the room.
She tried to speak but couldn't make noises that were
in any known language. Instead she made grunts, groans,
moans and mewling noises as her pussy went into
overdrive, stretched all around the invading penis. Her
pussy knew what it wanted. It wanted that bath of sperm
that was inside that wonderful stiff prick. And to get
it her pussy began to pulse in a rhythm that tightened
and relaxed over and over again, milking the cock for
it's precious load.
Bob was amazed at the plasticity of Mandy's nipples.
They had grown almost an inch, and it was like chewing
on a piece of salt water taffy. And her pussy felt so
fantastic wrapped around his prick. Then it began to
milk him. Instinctively he pulled back a little and
plunged back in. He could feel the head pushing into
the back of his baby's pussy, where her womb was. He
couldn't think too clearly now. He knew he should pull
out. He knew it was dangerous. He knew he shouldn't
squirt.
"Mandy baby?" he huffed.
"Yes Daddy" she moaned.
"I should have gotten you on the pill, baby."
"Why Daddy?" she moaned again.
"Because the last thing the men in Paris are going to
want to do is... THIS!"
He groaned and pushed, burrowing as deep into her as he
could as the tube along the bottom of his prick pulsed
full of silver baby-making man juice. That long silvery
rope streamed out of the piss slit of his prick, where
it peeked into Mandy's womb and she got the sperm bath
her pussy had been wanting. She felt the hot wetness of
a tablespoon of sperm splatting against the walls of
her womb.
Then as the second shot raced through his penis he
pulled back to slam in again, and this tablespoon
splashed all along her pussy walls. Then he was back in
feeding three more spurts straight into her womb,
filling it up with hot sperm as his prick spat again
and again. Bob moaned as he realized he was seeding his
daughter's womb, very possibly making a baby in her
this instant as she lay helplessly spread under him,
naked and open. What must she think of him?
He found out when he felt her hands in his hair,
pulling his face toward hers until they were nose-tip
to nose-tip. Between gasps she whispered "You're
cumming inside me, aren't you Daddy?"
He groaned and a tear formed in his own eye as he
miserably admitted "Yesssssss!" His word was timed with
yet another string of sperm rushing out of his body and
into hers.
She moaned "Oh Daddy" and then pulled his face to hers
for a long, wet, tongue filled kiss that went on and on
even after he had dumped the last of his spooge into
her most secret place.
He slumped over his daughter, unable to push himself
off of her. Both of them were limp. Her kiss had
convinced him she didn't hate him, though, so he
whispered back.
"That's what those men are going to want to do to you
in Paris, baby."
Her hands came up and stroked his back. "I don't want
to go to Paris any more Daddy." she said "I don't need
to go to Paris to have that done to me." He raised his
head and she kissed him again. "I can get all of that I
want right here at home."
His eyes opened wide as he felt his prick begin to
pulse back to life.
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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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