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