Fragments of a Gentle Daddy Story
I was chatting with an outlet here, and they encouraged me to post some fragments that I had written for them. So, deep breath, I'm putting it out there.
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He always had a hard time saying no to her. Still, it was such a hard, bright line that was not to be crossed, that refusing her - gently, of course - was easy at first. He validated her feelings, told her he was flattered, and explained all the reasons that it couldn't happen. And there were so many reasons. But her tears, her distress, they were so hard to stand against. He made a small concession. They could kiss on the lips, at night, when he tucked her in. That was the first step towards what was to come.
She loved him so much. He's so much better than all the boys around her, in her mind. Loving and sweet and caring and protective. That same protective impulse made him so scared of accepting her affections; she had to convince him gradually over time that it was okay to kiss her lips, it's okay that she was naked when he tucked her in, it's okay for their tongues to meet, it's okay to touch her there while they kissed. He worried frequently about hurting her or stunting her emotional growth. She had no reservations whatsoever.
As boundaries fell, his resolve weakened. He never expected it to go this far, never expected to need her this much. She filled his waking thoughts. His heart sang when he walked in the door and saw her. And when she touched him, his body couldn't help but respond. One night while Mama was away, she climbed into his bed and fit her naked form into his, as a little spoon to his big spoon. Putting his arm around her was so natural. But holding her lead to feeling her, which lead to her reaching back and rubbing his hardness on her special place.
He knew he should put a stop to it. He knew he should be strong. At the very least he needed to get a condom! Instead, his hips pushed forward the smallest amount at just the right angle, and his tip was now notched at her entrance. They both gasped as this new line was crossed.
"I'm... baby, I'm sorry, I..." But was he? He didn’t pull back. The head of his cock was still nestled right at her forbidden threshold. His apologies were more for himself, to assuage his guilt.
In the darkness, her small, soft voice said, "It’s okay, Daddy. I understand.”
It was okay, she said. She understood, she said. What did she understand? That he was on the precipice of committing a monstrous, shameful act? She had wanted this from the beginning, he realized belatedly, had been encouraging him at every step to give in to his lust and take her for his own. His mind warred with itself over the wrongness of it all, while his hands were still on her body and his manhood still pressed up against her sex. It was wrong, so very, very wrong. And yet he felt powerless to stop it, at this point. Every kiss, every touch, leading up to this moment had damned him.
It would only take the slightest motion. To be inside of his own daughter. To claim this body that he had helped form, this person that he had helped raise. This girl that he had loved before she was even born, from that first ultrasound. Wasn’t this just more love, to give her what she wanted? What she had been begging for? Yes, of course - he was doing this because he wanted her to be happy, he rationalized. This was their love coming full circle. He would give her what she needed. What they both needed, consequences be damned.
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It was finally happening. She had finally seduced her daddy. All of her efforts since that day that he had first turned her down, had been working towards this one magical moment. She felt like she was about to float away on a cloud of euphoria, and it was only because of the points their bodies touched - his hands on her breast and hip, the blunt head of his dick between her petals - that anchored her to the bed. As they hurtled towards consummation, anxious voices sprung up from within to hold her down, as well. What if it didn't feel good? What if he didn't like it? Would it hurt? How much, and for how long? If he saw her in pain, she knew her daddy might get scared and back off, and she couldn't have that.
And then he started to push into her, and the voices were silenced. He said something to her, maybe it was another apology? She couldn't hear, as she was so focused on the sensation of his cock forcing its way into her body. Stretching her hole bigger to accommodate its shape. Splitting her open so that she could be his woman; her daddy's woman.
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Her father slowly fills her up with his hard, insistent desire. He moans in pleasure, savoring every millimeter that his little girl takes within her body. When he is fully ensconced, he holds her close against his chest, kisses her hair. "Are you okay, baby girl? Daddy didn't hurt you too much, did he?"
She was panting and wincing from the pain of being stretched open. But she takes a deep breath and relaxes her face before turning to look at him. "No, Daddy. You didn't hurt me at all," she says quietly. Her hand strokes his cheek and brings his face towards hers for a tender kiss. She can see the relief on his face, can hear it in his sigh.
"That's good. I love you, baby." He kisses her back, and she whimpers into his mouth as she suddenly feels a gathering emptiness within; the fullness of his presence is receding, he is pulling out of her! The sensation stops, and reverses, and she gasps as he fills her up once more. He groans, "Oh God, sweetie! You're so-!" He can't find the words of this indescribable ecstasy.
For her, the pain has been replaced by something else entirely. She hear herself squealing and whimpering as she is filled and nearly emptied, filled and nearly emptied, over and over. Every thrust back into her leaves her feeling so warm, so loved. It’s all she's ever wanted or needed, to have her Daddy inside of her. Hearing the sounds that he's making, knowing that he is making them because of her, leaves her feeling giddy and breathless. He loves her. This is her Daddy's love in the flesh.
He pulls out to the very tip, so that he can feel that delicious slide alllll the way back in. His hand is squeezing her breast, his lips are on hers, or any part of her that they can reach. He is filling her, holding her, consuming her, completing her. Her whimpers and his moans are punctuated by the rhythmic sound of skin against skin. His need grows ever bigger with each joining, and soon he is thrusting into his girl faster and harder.
Her body shudders with each impact. She is dizzy, lost in the moment, not able to form words. High-pitched sounds slip out of her, forced out by the repeated push of his body into hers. She tries to concentrate on the feeling of him, tries to keep him inside by clenching as tight as she can around him.
"Oh baby, oh sweetie, it's too much," he whispers into the dark of the bedroom, a note of urgency or concern in his voice. He knows he is getting close. He feels her milking his cock. A warning is nagging at him in the back of his head; she is not on any birth control and he needs to pull out. Pull out before it's too late. But it is hard to hear that voice of caution amidst the ecstasy that he is feeling as he pumps in and out of his daughter. The pleasure is all consuming.
She knows what's coming, and she does not care. Let him. Let him fill her up and truly make her his.
His hands grip her harder and the steady rhythm of his hips falters. His body tenses. He groans her name in a way that sounds almost like a prayer. He thrusts all the way into her, and she feels as full as she's ever felt in her life. Her father's dick swells and throbs and starts to twitch within her, each twitch signaling that he has released a stream of his potent sperm into her fertile, unprotected depths.
Limits: scat/piss/blood/snuff