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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Tia Learns Grown Up Words (M/f, inc, ped, mast) by BunnyGirl (sweetestwitch@aol.com) *** Obsessive love and insatiable passion between father and daughter, this is Tia's beginning. *** "Daddy... I love you..." lying next to him on my parent's huge king-size bed, I whispered in my father's ear. He was pretending to sleep, or perhaps he really had passed out, due to his - all night boozing - as my mother called it. Shaking him incessantly, "Daa-ddy!" I demanded his attention with a loud whisper. I wanted to be naughty and make my handsome father feel good again. The corner of his lip curled up in a smirk, "He's just playing..." I thought; daddy and I were always playing. The warm feelings that coursed through my body, escalated. I wanted to put my hand there, in daddy's boxers again. I was already addicted to the feeling of the stiff, warm mass that jerked and got sticky in my hands when I squeezed it, but I knew I wasn't allowed to touch it just whenever I wanted to. Once, while sitting on his lap at a party, I slipped my hand down to touch his privates. Suddenly he grabbed my hand, held it tight and stared angrily into my eyes. Honestly, what did he expect? At the time, I was only three. I wasn't sure, but I thought he was playing dead tonight. I knew my father though, when drunk enough he could easily fall asleep, leaving me wide awake with hurt feelings that he didn't love me. I might have been a little girl, but when it came to my father my feelings were that of a woman. Pausing a moment, I gathered up enough courage and carefully slipped my hand into the opening of his shorts. My trembling fingers stopped when I touched the warm, silky patch of hair that totally engulfed my father's privates, knowing that just a bit lower was the object of my search. I loved my daddy and loved being so close to him. Pulling myself up, I rested my head on his broad, hairy chest. He wasn't breathing as heavily as he normally did when sleeping, but it was quite rapid. Lightly, I stroked circles in the soft, dark curls. An overwhelming urge, to press my privates against my daddy's flesh, came over me. I slid my lower body closer to him and lifted my right leg, to wrap around his. Cautiously, so not to upset him, I rubbed my "pussy-cat" against his thigh. The light-blue baby-doll that I wore specifically for him, bunched to my waist with each deliberate move I made. Daddy's mouth opened slightly, my nostrils were instantly assaulted by the strong, pungency of whiskey, but I was accustomed to that smell and the way it mingled with his aftershave and hair grease. I was familiar with his manly odor, and like any other daughter, who is adored by her father, I basked in his musky warmth. He gasped when my tiny fingers brushed around the base of his "hotdog" and wiggled down to touch his balls. I'd been so curious about this part of him, most of all I wanted to see, smell and taste them, but we never had enough privacy to experiment this way. My mother, three brothers or two sisters were almost always around. Bedtime was the only time daddy and I could really love each other. On the nights that daddy got home early from work, he would take my hand and say, "Time to bunk down Princess... kiss mommy." After a round of goodnight kisses he'd walk me down the long hallway to their bedroom. Tonight, even under his guise of sleep, I was determined to touch him all over. My baby fingers met the hot, wrinkled skin of his balls. My breathing deepened - this was new territory for me. Propping myself on my fathers stomach, I reached further down, gently caressed his balls, and heft it's weight in my small hand. I tried to cup all of it, but abruptly, he reached down and grabbed my arm. I yelped and froze... not knowing if he was upset with me for touching him without permission, but he pulled my hand up a little to his hotdog. I tried closing my fist around the base, but it was much, too thick for my tiny, four-year old hand. Looking up at him, I tried to make out my father's face in the dark room. Though his eyes were still closed, he thrust his hips up against my hand. With a shaky whisper I asked, "Daddy? Want me to rub your hot-dog?" Naive, and not sure if he was really asleep, I held my breath and wondered if he would reply. He wrapped his muscular arm around my body, turned and whispered against my neck, "Baby... Daddy's a big man. You're holding Daddy's cock. Touch it baby... but be quiet, ok?" He kissed and licked me, his late-night beard scratched my neck, but the sensation only intensified my desires. His hips nearly lifted off the bed, I felt his fat cock twitch and jerk in my small hand. With as firm a grip I could make, I stroked daddy's cock the way he taught me. Squeezing gently, I slowly moved up his stiff shaft, then I pulled my hand down. Most of the time I fumbled, but daddy didn't seem to mind. He held me tighter against his heated mass, his breathing quickened and stuttered. "Daddy, my pussy-cat feels funny," I whispered in the dark while still grinding myself against his muscular thigh. Between low, muffled moans he said, "Yeah my baby... keep rubbing your pussy against daddy... I want my princess to feel good, too." "Yes daddy," I panted, " but my pussy hurts... it's burning... and oh! - Wet!" A bit too loudly I moaned the word wet, because at that moment my body convulsed, not quite with an orgasm, but a surge of heated pleasure and pain. Just then my father breathed, "Yes baby... fuck daddy," and pulled my face to his lips, groaning into my mouth. He slammed his hips up against my hand, wrapped his other hand around mine and together we pumped his cock quickly and firmly. Sucking his tongue, I somehow knew we were kissing to mask the sounds of our moaning. Daddy shuddered, stiffened and held his breath. I felt a low vibration rise from his upper body, he grunted and pulled my head to his chest. Gradually we slowed the rhythm of pumping his cock and daddy finally released his grip. I felt the hot stickiness that I knew meant my daddy felt good. I lifted my head, searched his eyes and breathed, "Feel good daddy?" He replied by gathering me up in his arms and in a gaspy whisper said, "I love you so much Tia. Daddy's sweet, little Cherry." He thoughtfully took my hand and wiped it on his shorts just as the hallway lights clicked on - someone was coming. My mother's voice cracked at the doorway, "What's going on?" My father held my head down to his chest and whispered back, "Sshh, she just had a nightmare, it's ok." Mommy said something about playing too much before bedtime, and walked away leaving the hallway lights on. Daddy waited 'til I dozed, before lifting me off of him to get up and change his shorts. Last things I remember that night were the sound of lights clicking off and Daddy slipping back into bed, next to me. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 23