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Weekend with Daddy
by TheBigLove126 (thebiglove126@yahoo.com)
***
Still dealing with aftermath of her mother's
infidelity towards her father, 14 year old Rachel
looks forward to spending quality time with her father
on the weekends. This particular weekend though, was a
much more memorable time. (M/f-teen, ped, inc, mast,
oral, voy)
***
"Rachel, your father's here to pick you up for the
weekend!" Linda yelled stairs to her 14 year old
daughter.
"Be right down!" She yelled back. "It's time to get
away from you, bitch." She whispered to herself.
Rachel had a raging hatred for her mother ever since
the divorce. She never forgave her for cheating on her
father, Andrew, with his best friend. It was very
obvious how the young girl felt. Rarely did a day go
by that a screaming match between the two did not
happen. Growing up, she had always been a daddy's girl
and felt horrible for him when everything went down.
Rachel packed her backpack with three day's worth of
clothes, her laptop, cell phone and diary which were
all she really needed. Every weekend she would be at
her father's house and spent the majority of the time
just hanging out with him. It may have been weird to
say but he was truly her best friend. Never did Andrew
turn her away or yell at her, he always listened and
spoke to her like an adult, unlike her mother who
would talk to her like a five year old. She tied up
her long jet-black hair in a ponytail and headed
downstairs.
"Hi daddy!" She jumped into his arms for a hug, never
letting her smile drift away. "I've missed you!" Last
weekend, Andrew was away on a business trip and had to
skip his time with her.
"Missed you too honey." He gave her another hug.
Rachel turned around and looked at her mother. Her
smile went away.
"Bye Linda." She said before walking out of the house.
Linda was always angry when her daughter called her by
her first name.
"Your daughter is becoming a really disrespectful
bitch Andrew."
"I wonder where who she gets it from." He smirked
before leaving.
Andrew climbed aboard his pickup truck and started it
up.
"So honey, what do you want to do today?" He noticed
how angry she was.
"Anywhere but here." She smiled at him. "Are you
making the usual Friday night dinner?"
"Yes I am. Steak, rice and a salad...just as you like
Rachel." She leaned over and kissed his cheek as he
pulled out of the driveway.
Andrew lived about a half an hour away from his ex-
wife so they had plenty of time to just talk.
"So, how was your week honey?" He asked her.
"Pretty much the same. School goes good, I come home,
Linda calls me a bitch for not dusting every inch of
my room, we scream back and forth for an hour... same
old shit. I wish I could just live with you, it would
be so much easier."
"I wish you could too honey, but the judge said that I
only get you for the weekends." He could sense how
upset she was. "Did your mother tell you about
Sunday?" She looked at him confused. "I have to have
you back by 9 AM. But that doesn't mean that we can't
have fun today and tomorrow, right?"
"Of course not daddy, I'm just glad I can be happy for
a little bit." She grabbed on to his arm and hugged
it.
They arrived at his small home, hidden away deep in
the woods. The divorce drained him of a lot of money,
thanks to the lies his ex-wife told to make him seem
like the bad guy. This small house was all that the
grocery store manager could afford. Rachel ran into
the house and directly headed to the bathroom. When
she came back into the kitchen, her father was
preparing their dinner as she sat down at the table
with her diary. She started to write:
--
Dear Diary,
Friday, September 21st. 6:00 PM.
It's another perfect Friday. I'm away from that
fucking bitch Linda and her constant nagging. Daddy is
making my favorite meal again. I love my daddy more
than anything in the world; he treats me like a
princess unlike Linda, who treats me like a prisoner.
If I could live here with daddy, I would be the
happiest girl in the world. Stupid Judge!!!
--
Andrew watched as his daughter jotted away in her
diary, looking so happy. Throughout the whole divorce
proceedings, he could not recall one time that she did
not look depressed. Before anything happened, the
family was perfectly normal. Rarely were there any
arguments or disagreements; from all angles they
looked like the perfect family. It was because of this
that when everything went down, Rachel was unaware of
how to deal with it. Conflict was never an experience
for her and her brain basically shut down. With how
she was treated at home, Andrew was happy just to see
her happy.
"Dinner will be ready in about a half hour honey." He
told her as she closed the diary.
"Okay, I'm gonna jump in the shower before then." She
jumped up, kissed his cheek and scurried off to her
room.
Rachel reached into her backpack and grabbed a red
tank top and her black sweatpants before heading into
the bathroom. Twenty minutes later she returned to the
kitchen while brushing her hair. Once she finished,
she tied it back up in a ponytail and sat back down at
the table. Andrew put a plate in front of her and she
thanked him.
"What do you want to drink honey? " He asked her with
the refrigerator.
"Daddy? Just this once can I please have a beer?" She
looked at him with a cute smile.
"How can I say no to that face?" He reached into the
fridge and grabbed two cans of beer.
Andrew opened Rachel's beer for her and placed it in
front of her. She took it in hand and took a big sip
before smiling back at him. They slowly ate their
dinner in silence, simply enjoying each other's
company. After they finished, she stood up and
collected the dishes. As she started running the
water, her father spoke.
"You don't have to do that honey." He stood up.
"No sit down. You cooked, I'll clean. It's okay, I
like doing things for you daddy." She giggled before
continuing washing dishes.
When she was finished, they both walked into the
living room and sat down on the sofa.
"What movie do you want to watch Rachel?" He asked her
as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Can we just watch TV daddy, I'm kinda tired." She
said with a yawn.
"Okay honey." He kissed her forehead. "What should we
watch?"
She looked up at the clock and saw that it was eight
o'clock. "Aren't the Reds playing the Cubs tonight?"
Andrew grabbed the remote and switched to the baseball
game just in time to see a homerun for the Cincinnati
Reds, their favorite team.
"Awesome timing!" She exclaimed.
They sat on the couch for about an hour watching the
game until Rachel let out a loud yawn. She stood up
and kissed her father on the cheek.
"I'm going to bed daddy, see you tomorrow."
Andrew kissed her back. "Goodnight honey."
About two hours later, after the Reds won their game,
he stood up and yawned as well. He turned the TV and
the lights off. He started walking towards his room
when he noticed the lights still on in his daughter's
room. Almost every weekend she would fall asleep with
the lights on.
"She has to stop doing this." He thought to himself.
He slowly started opening the door to turn the lamp
off when it got caught on something. Quietly, he bent
down to move the object and found the sweatpants that
she had been wearing.
"Why did she just leave these here?" He thought to
himself. He raised his head and looked in the room.
What he saw almost gave him a heart attack.
Directly in Andrew's line of sight was his daughter's
lower body, completely uncovered, with her hand
working at her pussy. He was frozen in shock as he
watched his 14 year old daughter roughly rubbing on
her tender young womanhood that was only covered by a
small patch of thick black hair. He backed out of the
room, quiet as to not draw attention, and stood there
watching through the crack of the open door.
"Oh my god!" He thought to himself.
Andrew knew that it was wrong to continue watching his
daughter play with herself, but was too intrigued to
look away. He watched as she rapidly rubbed her
swollen, bright red clit and roughly fingered herself.
He could hear the moans coming from her mouth, clearly
trying not to be too loud to draw her father's
attention from his room. Little did she know that her
father wasn't in his room but was instead a few feet
away watching her.
Her father continued watching as she started to buck
her hips against her own hand. The moans were rising
in volume as she was reaching her orgasm. Andrew could
not help but feel a stirring in his own pants as his
daughter squirmed around her bed. He was so fixated on
the sight in front of him to know what to think.
Suddenly, he heard a long, loud moan come from the
room as her body stiffened up and the sound of her
hand slapping against her soaking wet crotch filled
the room. The confused father could see her cum
coating her hand and dripping down onto the bed. After
a few seconds to relax, he could tell that she was
about to get up so he slowly closed the door and
headed off to his room.
As he lay in bed, Andrew could not figure out how to
feel. He had just witnessed a beautiful young girl
masturbating furiously in the room next door.
Typically, that would be the best thing in the world
but this was his 14 year old daughter. Judging by the
tent in his pants, he knew how his body wanted him to
feel but his brain was vigorously trying to fight it.
For the remainder of the night, he did not sleep well.
Around seven o'clock in the morning, the confused
father heard his daughter exiting her room and walking
to the bathroom. He got up and walked down the hallway
as she exited, bumping into him. He quickly noticed
that she was only dressed in a tank top and a pair of
panties. She smiled at him and apologized before
scurrying back to her room. As Andrew sat down at the
table, she came back out with her sweatpants back on.
The young girl grabbed a pop-tart and sat down across
from him.
"So...what are we doing today daddy?" She nibbled at
the pastry and smiled at him.
"Whatever you want honey, I just need some help
clearing the branches from the backyard first." He
responded, trying not to stare at her.
Rachel finished her breakfast and stood up.
"I'm gonna go get dressed, we can get that out of the
way early." She happily skipped away. Andrew couldn't
help back look behind and watch her bouncing away; his
eyes locked on her butt.
"What the hell am I doing?" He asked himself as he got
up to change. As he passed her door, he heard her
scream.
"AHHHH! HELP!"
Andrew quickly stormed through the door to see his
daughter, completely naked, standing on her bed. He
shielded his eyes and asked her what the problem was.
"MOUSE!" She pointed to the dresser where a small
mouse was running around in the corner. "I'm hate
mice! Kill it daddy!"
"I can't honey, I'll have to set a trap first."
"I can't stay in here with a mouse!" She leaped off of
the bed and ran out of the room, not making any effort
to cover her nude body. "Can you get my clothes for
me?"
Andrew grabbed the skirt, underwear and t-shirt off
the bed and the boots from the floor. He slowly closed
the door and handed her the clothing.
"Thanks daddy!" She gave him a hug. He tried his best
not to hug her back, with her being naked and only
fourteen.
"No problem honey, go into the bathroom and get
dressed please." He said, keeping his eyes only on her
face.
"Okay!" She smiled and walked into the bathroom.
As Andrew was getting dressed in his room, he couldn't
help but notice another unwanted erection standing in
front of him. This time, he ignored it and just
continued preparing for the yard work.
Before exiting the house, he grabbed a mousetrap and
set it outside his daughter's door. They both walked
outside to start. It was a very warm September
morning, so they weren't covered in much. She was only
wearing a mini-skirt and a t-shirt while he was just
in a hoodie and jean shorts.
"Okay honey, all you need to do is pick up the sticks
and branches and put them in this trash bag."
"Seems simple enough." She smiled and walked off into
the yard.
Andrew paid little attention to her (now that his
erection was gone) and went on cleaning the yard. As
he was on the ground picking up sticks, Rachel walked
up with an armful and dumped them in the trash. She
turned around and noticed a few that she dropped. The
young girl bent down to pick it up, giving her father
a clear look up her skirt to her uncovered pussy. He
looked away when she turned back around, pretending
not to have seen anything.
"I could have sworn I grabbed her underwear." He
thought to himself.
He tried to ignore her for the remainder of the task
and was successful until the last of the sticks were
being thrown away when, again, she bent over to pick
up some that she had dropped.
"Okay daddy, I think that's all of them."
Andrew did not look at his daughter. "Okay honey, you
can go back inside now."
Rachel was puzzled as to why her dad was acting so
weird.
"Okay." She quietly said as she headed back inside.
As she walked towards her room, she saw the dead mouse
in the trap and felt safe enough to walk into her
room. She jumped onto her bed and grabbed her diary
for another entry.
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Dear Diary,
Saturday, September 22nd. 9:00 AM
Today I got up and found a mouse in my bedroom! Scary!
Daddy set a trap for it and killed it though so I'm
nice and safe. I helped him clear sticks and branches
from the yard but something wasn't right. He wouldn't
look at me, talked differently and was just acting
odd. Maybe he didn't sleep well or something. Oh well,
maybe he will happier later.
--
A little while later, Andrew returned to the house and
moved the dead mouse from in front of the door and
into the trash can. Rachel came out of her room and
gave him a hug.
"Thanks for taking care of the mouse daddy, I love
you." She said with a smile.
"Sure, you're welcome." He broke the hug and walked
into the living room. She quickly followed.
"Daddy?" She asked in a low voice.
"What?" He said, sounding a bit angry.
She watched as he didn't look at her and instead
watched the television. "Nothing."
She slowly made her way into her bedroom, closing the
door behind her. She climbed onto her bed, pulled her
knees to her chest and started crying. She had no idea
why her father was angry or why he didn't say "I love
you" back. The first thing her mind went to how
negative her mother always was to her. Rachel feared
that her father was starting to feel the same way. It
may have seemed like jumping to a conclusion, but he
had never acted this way to her. About two hours
later, Andrew knocked on her door.
"Lunch is on the table for you Rachel." He yelled out.
The young girl wiped her tears away and left her room.
Her father was still in the living room as she sat
down.
"Thank you daddy."
"Yeah, you're welcome." He said quietly.
She quickly ate her food and ran back to her room,
slamming the door behind her. She jumped back on her
bed and started crying again until she heard a loud
knock on the door.
"Rachel! Why did you slam your door!?" He yelled from
outside. She did not answer. He opened up the door and
walked into the room. "I asked you a question young
la..." He noticed her bright red face and wet eyes.
"Whats the matter honey?"
She sat up and wiped a tear away. "Did I do something
wrong dad?"
"Well, slamming the door wasn't exactly good." He
responded.
"No, I mean this morning. You weren't looking at me,
you spoke in weird tone and you didn't say 'I love
you' back. What did I do wrong daddy?"
Andrew didn't know what to say. It would be very
creepy to tell her the truth...but he had promised her
during the divorce trials that he would never lie to
her. He was unsure of the right thing to do.
"Come with me honey, we need to talk." He grabbed onto
her hand and walked her out of the room and to the
kitchen table. They both sat down. "Rachel honey, I'll
start by saying that you did nothing wrong. This is
all on me."
"What are you talking about daddy?" She asked after a
big sniffle.
"You see honey...after the game last night I was
walking to bed. I saw that your light was on and I
thought that you fell asleep with it on again." The
look on his daughter's face went from sadness to
embarrassment. "When I opened your door to turn it
off...I saw that you...you were there but you
weren't..."
"You mean you saw me...?" She interrupted.
"Yes honey, I saw you... doing that to yourself." He
struggled to continue looking in her eyes.
"Oh my god! So that's why you've been acting weird
today?" She asked.
"Well, it wasn't JUST that." She looked puzzled. "I
could tell that...when we were working outside and you
bent down to pick sticks up, I noticed...I noticed
that you weren't wearing your...your underwear."
Rachel immediately crossed her legs under the table.
"Daddy, I'm so sorry. I don't really like wearing
panties that much. I forgot I was in a skirt. Daddy,
I'm so sorry that you saw my...wait a minute. Just
seeing it shouldn't have made you act weird
unless...Daddy? When you watched me last night, did
you get...did your penis get hard?"
Andrew could not believe the words coming from his
daughter's mouth. "Rachel, I...I..." She cut him off.
"It did! Daddy, you got an erection when you saw me?"
He was sweating very much now.
"I couldn't help it. I saw you with your hand up your
crotch, how could I not."
"So you got turned on by me?" She asked; a small smile
starting to form on her face.
"Honey, it's not what you think. It could have been
anyone, if I see that I'm going to like it. I mean
it's not like I've had any..." He stopped talking.
"Any what?" She placed her hand on her father's.
"Daddy, please don't treat me like a kid. Finish your
sentence."
He took a deep sigh. "I haven't had sex since before
the divorce. It's been two years without it and...I
liked what I saw."
Rachel was unsure of how to respond. "Just another
thing Linda took away from you huh?" She giggled.
"Yes honey...We really shouldn't be talking like this.
You're my daughter. I shouldn't have these feeling for
my own flesh and blood."
Rachel stood up and walked to her father's side. She
bent down to whisper in his ear. "Daddy, who do you
think I was thinking about when I masturbating?" She
pulled her head away and placed her hand on his
shoulder.
"Rachel? Why?" She sat back down, pulling the chair
closer to him.
"Daddy, you are the only person in my life now that
doesn't treat me like shit. I know it's not right to
think about you when I'm doing that but I have nothing
else positive to think about. Linda hates me, my
teachers don't like me, my "friends" don't really like
me...there's only. You make me feel good about myself
and I really like it." He continued to stare at her.
"But if it bothers you, I can stop. We can go back to
the way things were if you want...but I really don't
want to."
"What are you saying honey?"
She smiled and bent down to his ear again. "Don't hate
me but...I want to...can I see your dick please
daddy?"
Andrew stood straight up and looked down at his much-
shorter daughter, him standing at 6'5" and her at
5'3". "Rachel..." He put his arms under her butt and
pulled her upward at eye level. "You cannot tell
anyone about this." She gave him a big smile and
pressed her tongue into his mouth. They made out for
about a minute before she broke the kiss.
"I promise."
Rachel was carried down the hallway by her father,
mouths still locked together in a loving embrace. He
pulled away and asked, "Your room or mine?"
"My bed."
Andrew kicked the door opened and gently laid her down
on her bed. Quickly, Rachel shed her slender body of
all clothes. Her father was stunned at how much she
had grown from a girl into a beautiful woman. Her
breasts had developed into an easy b-cup with almost
hourglass-like figure. She licked her lips slowly
while watching her father shed his clothes. The horny
young girl slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed
onto his boxers, sliding them down to the floor and
causing his five inch cock to spring free and slap her
in the cheek.
"Holy shit daddy, it's so big." She used her right
hand and started slowly stroking it. Rachel looked up
and smiled at her father while increasing the motion
of the strokes. "I love you daddy."
"I love you too honey."
Rachel was so happy to finally get her "I love you"
back. She quickly inhaled his cock in her mouth and
lightly sucked on the head.
"That feels amazing honey."
She giggled before forcing the cock as far down her
throat as she possibly could. Andrew was amazed at how
good his daughter was at sucking cock. His entire cock
went down her throat and he could feel her throat
muscles struggling around him. She held it for several
seconds before letting it out. The young girl took a
deep breath before continuing to give him the best
blowjob of his life.
"Rachel, how did you get so good at doing this." He
said, not really wanting a response.
Rachel pulled his cock from her mouth and started
stroking it fast. "Well...when the divorce was going
on, it sent me into a weird place. I needed something
to get rid of the pain so...I'm sorry daddy, but I
started smoking pot every day after school." He was
disappointed. "And when I needed some more...I
started...doing things for more. I'm so sorry daddy."
Before he could respond, she put his cock back in her
mouth and sucked him furiously.
"Rachel, could you stop for a second." She slowly
pulled his cock from her mouth and backed away,
fearing what he would say. Without saying anything,
Andrew got down on his knees and got between her legs.
"It's not a problem honey."
Andrew stuck his tongue out and pressed it against her
throbbing clit. She grabbed on to his head and moaned
loudly. He spent several minutes licking and finger-
fucking his young daughter. He started with just his
index finger before fitting in another. He tried to
fit in a third, but she was too tight. He was ramming
them into her as hard as possible, causing her cum to
splash out of her pussy and onto the bed.
"Oh daddy... oh daddy... yes... yes... don't stop
daddy." Rachel cried out as she felt a rush of
pleasure shooting up and down her body. "Yes... yes...
I'm cumming... oh fuck... AHHHH!"
She grabbed onto her father's hair and clenched hard
as her cum exploded from within. Andrew made sure to
lick up every drop that fell from his daughter's cunt.
Feeling very relieved, she lay on the bed only
breathing heavily as her body came down from its high.
"That was so good. Thank you." She said between
breaths.
"There's more where that came from honey."
Rachel stared at him as he stood up and positioned his
rock hard cock at her moist opening. He lightly
brushed the hair from the front of her face so that he
could stare her in the eyes as his cock slammed into
her. Even after struggling to fit his finger inside,
he was still surprised at how tight his daughter's
pussy was. She arched her back and let out a deep moan
as he forced all seven inches into her.
"Oh shit daddy!" She squeaked.
The sounds of her moans were only rivaled in the room
by the sound of her father's balls slapping against
her asshole. About five minutes into the fuck session,
she flipped over on to her stomach and stuck her ass
up in front of him.
"I want you to fuck me harder daddy. Pretend I'm
Linda...make it rough!" She screamed as he reentered
her pussy from behind.
Andrew grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her back
and forth as hard as possible. He had no concern as to
whether she was getting hurt or not, he was just doing
as she asked. He could see her breasts and hair
whipping back and forth in a violent motion. His young
daughter was struggling to keep her knees on the bed
while she was being violently jerked around. The
feeling of his balls slamming into her clit pushed her
other the edge and she exploded in another orgasm. She
shoved her own face into the mattress and screamed
bloody murder.
"Oh Rachel, you are such a good girl." He said,
yanking her head up by the hair. "Do you want to drink
daddies cum?"
"Yes please. I want to drink it all."
Andrew thrust into her a few more times until it was
time to finish. Rachel crawled off the bed and knelt
in front of him. She took control of his cock and
shook it until he exploded. Shot after shot of thick,
creamy cum left the hole of his cock and landed
directly in her warm, welcoming mouth. She made sure
not to let a single drop of it miss its target. Her
mouth quickly surrounded his messy cock head and she
licked every last bit of cum from it. The exhausted
father sat down on the bed and watched his daughter
finish. Once she did, she sat down next to him and
hugged him.
"That was fun daddy." She said.
"Yes it was honey."
"I wish I could live with you so we could do this all
the time."
"Rachel, I hope this doesn't upset you but we can't do
this too much." He said while staring into her eyes.
"I mean this is illegal."
"Daddy, I don't mind. As long as we can do this once
or twice per visit, I'm fine." They shared a long
kiss. "Could we at least do that a lot?
"Of course." They kissed again before getting dressed.
The two spent the remainder of the day like any other,
except for the constant making out. That night, she
slept in his bed with him. They held each other close
all night, never wanting to let go. At 8 o'clock in
the morning, they woke up and watched each other
change before heading out and back to Linda's house.
As they sat in the truck, Rachel pulled out her diary
and wrote another entry:
--
Dear Diary,
Sunday, September 23rd. 8:30 am.
Yesterday was the greatest day of my life. Sure, I had
the problems in the morning but I learned why...daddy
caught me masturbating! He was just too embarrassed to
say anything. I'm so glad he did though, after he told
me I told him why I was doing it. I love my daddy so
much and I finally showed him the level of love. He
carried me into my bedroom and gave me the best sex of
my life. His dick is so big, it felt so god in my
pussy. As I slept in his arms, all I could dream about
was him ramming it back into me. It took over fourteen
years but I finally found my one true love. I can't
wait for next Friday when I get to have sex with him
again!
END
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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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