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The Daddy Papers By Peaches
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The Daddy Papers
By Peaches
As a new mother...and new widow...I felt for dad when mom died. The
whole thing was like a horrible nightmare at the time. I had only had
Justin a month when Greg died at the hands of a drunk driver. I had thought
I would never stop grieving and the entire time I persevered,both mom and
dad were there for support and I am amazed to this day that I simply just
did not die
myself.
Those fourteen months were agony not just for me but for my
parents...they had liked Greg and our son -- while not aware of the loss --
seemed so much more sad in my arms at night as I fed him and tried hard to
smile and laugh with him.
Babies are a blessing -- this one just happened to be the blessing I
needed at a time I loathed.
Thank God for my parents and the friends who helped me through those
times. My grief support group was invaluable at helping me repiece my life
together and having to move back home for financial reasons at age twenty
was not simple for us three but...it was nostalgic.
It was just when the nightmare got by us and it seemed as though
things were improving that mom got sick....diagnosed with cancer -- a month
or less to live.
She barely made those 30 days though,and it was
strange...there was not the horror or grief for her that there had been for
Greg...maybe because she seemed so peaceful about it...so content with the
life that she had. She was not by any means old...41 is certainly not
prime-time for death...but oddly both Dad and I sensed a sort of comfort
when she finally
passed...not a happiness...just a sense of relief that she had suffered
horribly and that we could cry at our loss but be moved by her peace.
So it was that Dad and I wound up a couple of surviving relatives and
slowly getting things back together. Dad was not afraid of showing his
feelings...he cried...but he was also a strong man and saw no reason to
wallow....he knew that mom would have been best respected by not dying with
her. We both took this principal to heart as we started to get out again.
He started to go to local ballgames again with Mitch and Wally (his
best friends for years now) and I started visiting old friends,no longer
tormented by the jealousy of their present husbands.
And Justin was turning one.
What a wonderful time!!!
That was when that old...memory started to bother me again. A peculiar
memory I was never certain how I felt about...and sometimes as an
adult....was certain it had been some bizarre dream or hoax of my youthful
imagination.
But illusion or not....it was there again...as it had been many times
here and there in my late teens and after Greg and I got married.
When I was about fourteen I had been working on this project for a
local academic fair....a sign for my project or something or other...and my
marker ran out. Mom and dad were out in the yard barbecuing and laughing at
some radio program so I decided to just help myself to Dad's office and his
office supplies. He had a huge desk upon which he sometimes laid a long
blotter so that he could work at his models of old cars and I loved the
smell of the hickory and the feel of the leather chair. I loved nothing
better than to steal in there whenever I got the
opportunity and spin in that chair and savour the smell of
everything and wonder what lurked int those drawers.
Dad did some writing on the side and sold some of his
stories to local publications...stories of his youth that i simply never
could bear listening to in whole and so there was always a stack of paper
on the desktop and a basket full of waste.
After finding the markers I sat in the chair spinning
around,listening intently for the coming of either of my parents as I was
not supposed to trespass here without permission. I could hear them still
out at the porch barbecuing and I could smell the hamburgers cooking and
everything seemed wonderful.
As I had an occasional tendency to do...I dug into the garbage pail to
see what he was writing...not finding anything promising...then noticing
some crumpled pages at the bottom which seemed to draw me by their
concealment.
So I fetched them and hearing my parent call for me,panicked and ran
through the back entrance to the kitchen,round the to the foyer and up the
stairs where I hid them under my pillow.
Then back down I went.
Later that afternoon when mom and dad went for a walk with the dogs
(two very cute matching terriers named Fickle and
Pickle) I enjoyed what I rarely had -- twenty minutes with the house to
myself.
I had a great room for hiding things with lots of cupboards above a
window-seat and ladder that slid back and forth for me to climb that dad
had built me. Even though it was still a bit girlish for a fourteen year
old....I liked it...it kept me
feeling young and innocent even though my mind was just
unravelling the wonders of sex and lying and cheating (I had copied off a
friends math test once and felt terribly guilty for it).
Innocence going...going....
Anyhow,I retrieved the papers knowing full well that there was nothing
to see but pleased with my petty thievery,excited by my successful getaway.
Only there was something to see....something to see indeed.
I read it unwittingly expecting the usual, "When I was ten...blah
blah..." but instead discovering a frightening tale of a father who's
fourteen year old daughter he was starting to fantasize about and though
feeling horrible about said
fantasies...still found them....arousing.
I had never thought of my father that way and the reality was just
much too frightening for me to digest so I did not get far into the story
before I was shaking and feeling overwhelmed.
I hid the papers in one of the very top cupboards where I knew even I
rarely looked,stuffing them into a box of old Barbies I no longer played
with...then I just sat there wide-eyed.
GOD!
I know that I felt uncomfortable around dad for
awhile....but somehow...I just forgot about it. Sometimes the old memory
would flutter back into my brain but for the most part it was a dream I
had...a strangely erotic but frightening dream.
Thinking back now...i think I was as terrified about how it made me
feel as I was about how it made HIM feel. Children aren't supposed to feel
those things about their parents -- I had hardly felt them all that
thoroughly about boys I knew at school...my age.
Anyhow...the only times it seemed to come back were those times when
Dad and mom would be admiring my beauty and dad would say something like,
"You sure have grown into a gorgeous young woman," it would crop up out of
nowhere and I would feel that same blend of eroticism and fear and then it
would be gone.
I would look into the mirror at my blonde hair and blue eyes and
admire my slender and shapely figure and think how it was true...I was
pretty...very desirable. And I guess Greg had
thought so too...because he could barely wait til our wedding night.
But then....it would all slip away and life would go on.
And the years passed.
And now I was thinking about it again and the house felt empty without
anyone but me: dad out at a game,greg gone,mom gone,Justin with Greg's
parents for the day.
Out of curiosity I went into my room and got on the first rung of the
white ladder (it still held me) and opened that cupboard,not sure if I had
left that box of barbies or had thrown them out. It all seemed so long
ago...even though I was only 21.
The box -- to my surprise and sudden anticipation -- was still
there...just where I had left it that day.
Were those papers really there? had I thrown them out? had it all been
some dream?
I took the box down and was almost too terrified to open it.
But the fear and eroticism of this secret seemed to excite me and I felt
suddenly....alive.
I opened the box and there...beneath the Barbie dolls were those
wrinkled papers,even more wrinkled from my handling of them that day when I
shoved them in there.
I pulled them out gently and eyed the pages...the words.
Yes. This was it. This was that story....and now reading it realizing
how well it was written,I knew it was indeed his style (as I now loved and
admired his work) and yes...there was no mistaking...this was my father and
me in this story.
I was terrified again...just as I was when I was
fourteen...only now...much more fascinated and able to handle the graphic
images of carnal indulgence.
In fact...I was able to mostly put aside my other
complicated feelings and really become aroused by it
all....somehow imagining the people in this story...as people no longer my
father and myself...but people we once were....
And...admittedly...I think it aroused me more than I had ever been
aroused before. Ever!
I put the pages back and the box back and spent most of that day
thinking about the whole thing in my mind,not savouring the story but
instead the thinking behind why my father wanted to so passionately have
sex with me when I was fourteen. He was normal father with a healthy sex
life from what I knew and he had no other strange sexual problems. I was
pretty then...sexy I suppose in a way....boys seemed to like me and I knew
there was
talk...boys making up stories about me. But I was pure as the driven
snow....that's what Greg said....that's what turned him on so much...that I
was so....sweet.
Was that dad's attraction. I had wondered a few times if all fathers
didn't have this secret urge to do these things with their daughters...did
they? Was my dad just average that way?
had it been just a phase?
Anyhow...these were the things I wrestled with that day and by bedtime
I was glad to get back to the pages and reread them again,this time
allowing myself a little less room for morality so that i could get aroused
enough to masturbate (something I had only done three times in my whole
life all of them being after Greg's death when I was sexually frustrated).
As I did...my head was filled with the images of the story...this girl..who
had been me...eagerly performing oral sex on her father...once my
father...
GOD! It was horribly mixed with guilt and shame...but parts of those
feelings blended into the excitement and made it more arousing somehow.
Afterwards...with the arousal quelled I laughed a bit. The whole thing
seemed awfully silly.
Elektra I was not!!
But the next fur days were not much different. Life was "normal"
enough...but in the back of my mid...I started
wondering...if he still saw me that way...still....wondered himself...
And invariably this tiny little obsession brought me back to those
pages again and again like some sex-crazed teen ashamedly hiding under the
covers to peek at dad's Playboy...only this Playboy...was much more
torrid...much more...taboo.
And each time I masturbated thinking of those images...it got a little
easier to feel...a little less shame and a little more humour.
After all...as silly as it all was...its not like he'd molested
me.....truth is....maybe if he had approached me back then...I might have
even enjoyed it...might have? Probably...
It probably would have scared the hell out of me...but from a sexual
standpoint...it probably would have been terribly
exciting at that point of my life.
All the same...I was glad he hadn't....who knows...maybe it would have
destroyed me.
Now....this was much more innocuous....even laughable.
GOD! Mom must be turning over in her grave! I sometimes thought....
Both dad and I were just....insane...that was it. A little crazy.
The next day dad took Justin to the zoo. He insisted that even a 14
month old could appreciate the zoo...and I guess he was right because
justin had a great time.
And...I had an interesting time of my own.
Like the child I had been,I trespassed into dad's office now equipped
with a computer instead of a typewriter and spun in his chair and rooted
through the innocent papers in his waste basket and the various things in
his desk.
This all inspired me. I went into word perfect on the
computer and started writing....blushing and giggling...just like I was
playing some girlish game of spin the bottle....writing some love letter to
a boy I knew loved me...
Only this love letter was much more...a story...and much more...well...
It was about a man and his daughter who's respective spouses had died
and the girl had found some story about her father and her when she was
fourteen and now...she was just lusting to do the dirty deed...to throw
moral caution to the wind and together do every unthinkably taboo act a
daughter and her father could do!
When I was finished I read it over and though I was terribly turned on
I went to erase it.
Gone.
Thank God...if dad ever saw it...he'd probably have a heart attack and
die...he might have been only 42 and healthy and viril,handsome and
happy...but everyone has their limits.
That night I put Justin to bed and returned downstairs to find dad
coming out of his office. It struck me then that there might be a way to
retrieve documents....weren't there people with that sort of know-how? Was
dad one of them?
Nah! Even if he was...he had no idea I had even used his
computer....so why would he be looking?
Relieved at this I made myself some tea and started reading the paper.
Dad was flushing the nearby toilet and he came into the kitchen.
"Write anything?" I asked a bit nervously...out of guilt I guess.
"No...actually I was reading...is this still hot?"he asked pointing to
the kettle.
"Uh huh," and I started reading the comics
"I love these computers," he said as I picked up my tea and tried not
to tremble. GEEZ! You'd think I was ten and had just broken his model and
was hoping he hadn't found out. "They're idiot proof for old people like
me.....you know...like if you hit the wrong key and do something
stupid...there's always a way around it."
He stirred sugar.
The tension in the room did not belong only to me.
"Take that word perfect program....I was writing on it
once...something for a local paper...I had been working on it for oh say
about an hour and hit the wrong key and BAM! Gone....I just about put my
fist through the screen!!"
"What did you do?" I asked nervously...seeing this
somehow...very distantly inferring something...ghostly...
"Well I called Mitch cuz you know his son's a technician for the
machines and he got back to me about an hour later to tell me that the
program is great cuz it has its own saving system and after such a time has
passed that you've been writing and you haven't saved it...it just kicks in
and saves it for you into a nameless backup file."
OH GOD! My heart leapt into my throat!! My hand almost zipped the cup
off the counter. I had never been so terrified in my life!!
"So I turned the machine back on when he called and started leafing
through the files and there it was...a backup file and bam...it wasn't the
whole thing...but it was most of it...so I didn't have to start from
scratch anyhow...just had to finish the;last few paragraphs."
"Uh...that's...great...it uh..."
His hand went to my wrist and before I could say a word,he pulled me
forcefully but not harshly from the chair,his hand pushing gently at my
shoulder.
I complied without certainty what was happening....terrified and
suddenly aroused.
I was on my knees in front of him,his hands unfastening his pants
excitedly...nervously as I watched...
His cock was suddenly there in front of me and his hand on the back of
my head drawing me towards it. His hand guided it to my lips as he
said,"Suck it Karen..."
My mouth opened willingly...as though it had a mind of its own and his
cock slid into my mouth,filing me with his forbidden member. He moaned low
and the feel of him suddenly excited me...
"Ooooooooooooooooooo....that's it Karen...suck daddy's cock...."
His reference to daddy struck a chord....and excited me even more...my
hand wrapped around the base of his cock and I moaned as I slid up the head
of him and then back down.
"GOD! KAREN! I can't believe this is really happening...I never
thought...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...it was just so...wrong..."
I pulled away nervously excited at our breach of morality and pumped
his cock with my fist. I said breathlessly, "You've wanted me to do this
for a long time....is it good..."
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh.....yeah...mmmmmm....its incredible," he replied
stroking my hair.
"Am I sucking you good daddy...is your little girl doing it the way
you want?" I played with him somewhat enjoying the role of myself only
younger.
"GOD! You're fantastic...." and his hand pushed me back down over his
cock so that a squealed playfully as he thrust deep into my mouth.
GOD! I could hardly believe this was happening....we were really
nuts!!!
He pumped his cock into my mouth,all the while panting,"That's it
baby...suck daddy's cock....oooooo...yeah...that feels good....I love
watching it go in....love watching you suck it... do you like it
Karen....is daddy's cock good?"
GOD! This whole thing was so filthy and I was loving
it....what was wrong with me??? Oh...who cared!!! I kept wanting to
think....just enjoy it...you know you want to...
And I did.
I paused again,pumping him with my fist again as I said in a playfully
girlish voice..."God daddy....its so big...I like it how it feels in my
mouth...its so...bad...so....naughty...."
Then I gulped him back down again,excited by my own words.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggnnnnnnnnnnn...mmmmmmmmmmmm..." he moaned. "GOD!
I'm gunna cum if you keep doing that....whoa
...yeah...slow down..." I withdrew and pumped him with my fist again.
"Do you wanna fuck me daddy....is that what you wanna do? Wanna fuck
yer little girl..."
"GOD KAREN! This is so......"
"Kinky," I said in my normal voice and manner. "But its what you want
isn't it?"
"You sure yer fine with it...is it scaring you...I just don't wanna..."
"Dad....I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't what i
wanted....I know its weird...but God..I'm just so turned on... all I wanna
do...is...enjoy it..."
I was nervous as I said it,but most of me meant it...aside from my
moral fibre which was still providing that exciting side of "this is
incest...this is wrong..." to the whole episode.
With this he took my hand from his cock and used to spin me like we
were dancing and he put me on my hands and knees and I could hear him
rooting around for something in a nearby drawer.
In seconds he had cut a huge whole in crotch of my jeans just like in
my story and plunged his finger deep into my wet crevice,exploring me
feverishly
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggnnnnnnnnnn! GOD Dad!!!
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....yeah...feel me... right
inside...oooooooooo...yeah...deeper....rub me daddy..." I moaned and
gyrated against him as my hands pressed against the linoleum and I rocked
forward with his pumping finger,another finger joining to rub at my
clitoral area.
"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...yeah....don't stop," I panted, "Do
both...yeah like that....GOD! Dad! This is
incredible....GOD! Fuck me....I can't wait...fuck me please..."
Dad seemed to have the same feeling of impatience because I felt his
finger slip from me and his cock pushing into me right away.
"GOD! DADDY! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo...that feels good... all the
way...push it in...fuck me daddy...." and he started pushing in....filling
me and then staring to plunge into me pumping with his hands powerfully
holding my waist as he pulled me back towards him so that his cock could
lunge deep into my grateful forbidden crotch. "Yeah...that's daddy...fuck
me...fuck your little girl...fuck her harder...yeah...fuck me daddy...fuck
my brains out...ram it...yeah....right in me..oooooooooooo...yeah
...GOD!....GOD! UGH!....UGH!....UGH!!...yeah...UGH! FUCK ME DAD! FUCK ME!!"
I went from enjoying the image of my father fucking me as 14 to 21
back and forth as he fucked me.
It was incredible...I knew how filthy the whole thing
was...this was not like either of us...we weren't like that...but
somehow...it was just so unbelievably erotic...and in spite of all
else...physically...sexually...it was just great sex!!
"How bout fucking you up the ass..." he panted as he kept pounding
into me. The thought had never been arousing to me before i had read it in
his story a few weeks before...by now...i realized how erotic it was and
how much he really had a thing for my ass when i was younger...how much he
had wanted that part of his fantasy.
"Yeah....fuck me up the ass now," I said,not really hot on the idea at
the moment.
He withdrew anxiously and poised his cock at my ass. I felt him there
and suddenly it aroused me much more. His cock pushed into me,my body
bracing against the intrusion as I gasped for air and reconsidered this
invasion.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked,concerned.
No. Yes. No. Yes.
"Might as well go all the way," I gasped...but hurry," I panted.
He pushed hard then,my throat releasing against the
pleasurable pain, "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWD!" as his
cock slid completely into me and then started pumping.
By now the pain was subsiding and the feel and thought of my dad
fucking my ass was just delicious.....God...it was
incredible...once the pain was gone...(and there was still a twinge of it
here and there) the feel of him filling me like that while his hand rubbed
my clit just drove me crazy. I started rocking with hair flailing and my
hands red against the linoleum as he rammed into me again and again, "GOD!
DAD! FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS! OH YEAH! FUCK ME HARD...FUCK MY ASS OFF...YEAH!
UGH!...FUCK ME! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWD! YES! GOD! THAT'S
INCREDIBLE... RUB MY CLIT DADDY...YEAH...RUB IT...MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...YEAH!
AND FUCK MY ASS...HARD...YEAH....GOD! DON'T STOP!!!"
GOD!If this was incest and immoral...fine...but how was I not supposed
to love it??!! I thought I was going to absolutely die from the pleasure of
being assfucked while he rubbed me that way...and of course that it was my
dad...and we both wanted it...and that it was wrong...and that we
were....such...moral people....normally....this was just like some wild
roller coaster ride into a sexual DisneyWorld of depravity!
'Yeah you like that...don;t you," he was panting,"God
karen...you're really into this...do you want me to cum...I have to stop
now if you want me to wait."
I did want him to cum inside me....but I knew at his age he might not
have the stamina to cum twice let alone three
times...so I begrudgingly told him to stop then.
His withdrawal was pleasurable but saddening in a way. I had never
done this before and it had been incredible!! But I was not disappointed
for long as he picked me up by the waist and sat me on the counter his
hands tearing my jeans from the hole he had made down my thighs and right
off into shards on the floor so that only the areas around my waist
remained. What was left of my panties went too and he bet into my
crotch,his hand on the bottom of my thighs as he hoisted them over his
shoulders and plunged his tongue into my forbidden flesh.
"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwd!" I gasped and watched
him panting with wide eyes as he covered my crotch with his mouth and
shoved his tongue into,exploring every inch of my insides as I braced
backwards against the countertop and arched my back.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned. "God! DAD!
SUCK ME!!...Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...yeah... don't
stop...GOD!...GOD!...GOD! SHIT! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I started bucking and
whimpering....caught up in a tidal wave of pleasure as he feasted on
me.....my hips shivering and gyrating my thighs heightening as he sucked at
my clit and thrust his tongue into me again and again. "GOD! DAD! I'M GUNNA
CUM!!!...OOOOOOOOOOO... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA....YEAH...YEAH!! OH
MAN!! DAD!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...YEAH!!...MMMMMMMMMMMMMM...UGH
...UGH!...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYEAH!...UGH!
UGH!...UGH! YEAH!! DAD!"
I could feel the whole current in my hips and pelvis come at me as I
watched d him suck at me feverishly and I threw my head back.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" I
gasped."MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYEAH!!YEAH!
...GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWD!"
My whole body was shaking and my hips were bucking wildly as I had the
most exciting orgasm I have ever had. I kept whimpering as he brought me
through it....
"GOD!" I panted as my legs slid from his shoulders.
He pulled me by my hips off the counter and down into a kneeling
position again in front of him...his story favoured this position.
His hands pushed me over his cock and feeling excited at the thought
of bringing him to climax I started bobbing fiercely... not the least bit
concerned with my nudity or my knees or my aching neck...
"GOD! Yeah! That's it Karen...suck me off...yeah....GOD!
Ooooooooooo...yeah....GOD! Suck my cock...yeah..."
I didn't need this encouragement but it certainly helped.
I was eager now for the inevitable portion of
this....swallowing.
I had never done it with Greg and I still was not fond of the taste of
it...but I was going to savour this....only because it was the cherry on
this sundae of taboo....swallowing my dad's cum!
I didn't have to wait long....after another minute or so he panted,
"Oh GOD! Yeah...I'm cumming..." and I eagerly went up to the tip of his
cock to leave as much room as possible for a mouthful of his forbidden semen.
It spurted into my mouth onto my tongue and I savoured the smooth
thick heat of it...swallowing as two more spurts erupted into my mouth.
"Oh GOD!" he panted. "Swallow it baby....swallow daddy's cum!!"
He obviously was pleasantly surprised by my acquiescence to this.
Three more spurts squirted out onto my tongue and I
swallowed them,actually enjoying the taste somewhat.
BUT GOD! It was just the whole thought....my dad's cock...my dad's
cum...it was just all so.......nasty.
As the final dribbles of his semen went down my throat I
withdrew,licking my lips as I pumped his cock slightly and leaned back on
my haunches.
Justin was crying in the monitor.
"I better get that," I said softly.
Dad nodded.
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