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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Tia II: More Than Just a Daddy (Mf, inc, ped) by BunnyGirl (sweetestwitch@aol.com) *** Obsessive love and insatiable passion between father and daughter. These are added parts, two and three, of Tia's beginning. *** I spent as much time as I could with my daddy. Being the baby of six, there wasn't much time my mother could devote to me. That was all right though, I did love my mother when I was little, but my daddy was so much more than just a father, he was my buddy. I'd wait, not so patiently, for him to come home in the early afternoon between jobs, to shower and have his dinner. Sometimes my mom would argue with him almost as soon as he got through the door, other times he'd slip past her, pick me up and sneak me away to the bedroom for our hello kisses. Our play kisses were more like tongue fights. He'd slowly bring his face close to mine, pretended he was going to give me a regular peck, but he'd always stick his tongue out and lick my neck, cheeks or lips. I'd burst into giggles and tried to do it back to him. Depending if we were alone, he'd sometimes push his hands under my blouse and rub his thumbs over my puffy, little nipples while kissing my lips. I liked sucking his tongue when he touched me like that, especially when he sat me on his lap. I'd wrap my legs tight around his and push my little pussy into his thigh; daddy loved when I did that, too. To me, Daddy was the most handsome man alive. He was fair complected, but during our summer vacations he'd tan to a beautiful golden-bronze. He was rather tall at six feet with broad shoulders, dark wavy hair and the most gorgeous hazel eyes that turned speckled-green or grey- blue, depending on his mood. He was on the heavy side and big boned; that's probably why I love larger, strong men, today. I loved the way he crushed me in his giant arms, against his powerful body. I have my mom's French, Tahitian features. Full lips, wide, golden-brown eyes, but they flash green like my father's when I get mad. I've always had a shapely figure, compared to other little girls my age. Rounded hips, distinct puffiness of breasts with large, dark pink ringlets around defined nipples. I kept my wavy, gold- streaked hair, long for hula. On some weekends, Daddy and I would lounge in bed together. As soon as mom would leave the room he'd tell me about his past work-week, or stories about his childhood and he'd always confide how much he loved me; so much more than he loved mommy. He'd tell me she didn't love him, and could never love him, the way I do. Mom was mean to him, treating him like he was stupid and immature, but daddy always held two jobs and kept our family wealthy. Mom never needed of anything. After we talked and held each other for a while, he'd gaze into my eyes and kiss me. Sometimes he'd lift my baby-dolls and touch my breasts or place his hand between my inner thighs, just against my pussy. Not until I was almost five, did my father actually make contact with my bare pussy. Tia III: The First Taste "I'm gonna tickle you!" my father pounced on me, causing the big bed to squeak and shake. "No Daddy! Not anymore!" I laughed so hard and so much that my cheeks and sides hurt. He tickled me unrelentingly; I kicked, wiggled and slapped, but my father only held me down tighter. I gasped for air and begged him to stop, but daddy grabbed my thighs and dragged me down the bed; my dress rolled-up under me to my small, budding breasts. He knelt on the floor with his upper body draped over my legs. I screamed with hysterical laughter when his thick five o'clock shadow grazed my inner thighs. "Does that tickle? Huh-huh?" he taunted while rubbing his chin between my thighs. "Yes!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs and pushed my hips up off the bed. Trying to get away from him was useless, the man was a mountain compared to me, but I did manage to wrestle one leg out from his iron grip. "Oh, you think you can get away from me, huh, huh? Trying to get away from your daddy? Never! Muwah-hahahaha!" with that, he sat back on his heels, grabbed my ankles and pressed the soles of my feet to his shadowed chin and sniffed them. "Eeew! You got stinky feet!" he pulled his face away and wrinkled his nose, pretending to choke and gasp. "Not! I don't!" I laughed and cried at the same time. He brought my feet to his nose, inhaled deeply and jerked his face away again. "EW! Your feet stink worse than mine!" I felt a tinge of anger and embarrassment rise, I don't like being 'stinky' especially to my daddy. "My feet do not stink, daddy!" I scolded. He just laughed and said, "But I know what does stink." Red faced, from exuberant laughing, and now a little anger and embarrassment, I quipped, "Your belly button!" My dad laughed so hard I thought he was gonna choke. "You're my little Cherry alright!" I loved when he called me that; he nicknamed me Cherry because at restaurants, instead of my dinner, I'd eat all the little maraschino cherries they put in my soda. His laughter was contagious; even though tears streamed down my face, and my tummy felt it would split from howling. "What daddy? What stinks?" I boldly asked. His hazel eyes twinkled up at me, he placed his thumbs on my inner thighs and spread them apart. The mood suddenly turned more serious, our laughter faded. The room quieted so much, I heard my wet pussy lips separate when he opened my legs. My father looked down at my pink and blue, flower-print panties, and slowly lowered his face. Pressing his nose to my panties, he breathed in deeply, looked up with glazed eyes and almost whispered, "There... it's stinky there." Again I protested, and felt humiliated; the last thing I wanted was to have a stinky pussy. Again, Daddy bent and placed his nose right on my crotch. He lingered a little longer, but instead of wiggling away, I stayed in place. I knew then that daddy wasn't being serious about me being smelly there. Still, he pulled away and said, "Stinky!" Then his voice dropped, "Smells like... pee-pee." My pussy throbbed, he lowered his chin and wiggled it side to side against my little button. I felt the spikiness of his afternoon beard pierce through my panties and scratch against my outer and inner pussy lips; it both hurt and aroused me. I stuttered breathily and challenged him, "N-no daddy... it doesn't smell like pee-pee." He said, "Let me get a better sniff." That's exactly what I'd hoped for. His thick fingers traced the inner slit of my pussy, he looked up at me and whispered, "You're wet princess...." he licked his lips and looked down again. Each time his large finger past over my little clit, my hips bucked wildly. He lightly brushed his finger down to my small, virgin hole. I felt him push at my panties, his finger pressed hard against my tightness, the sensation triggered a gasp and shudder from me. "Is that pee-pee my baby?" he released the pressure. Quietly I said no, and sighed deeply. I knew daddy was about to do something. His fingers snuck in the crotch of my panties and tugged it to the side. His other hand gingerly opened my fleshy outer lips, his lips quivered slightly, he jerked his hips against the edge of the bed and moaned. A warm trickle seeped down to the crack of my butt. Daddy gasped, bent his head and sniffed again, his nose touched my inner lips. My body trembled, intense heat and pleasure stirred in my tummy and between my legs, more than when I rubbed myself against him. He looked up into my eyes, smiled and said, "You're right baby, you don't stink here. You smell fucking incredible." His fingers slid the length of my smooth, virgin pussy. I threw my head to the side, bucked my hips up to my father's face and moaned with the overwhelming pleasure he aroused in my young body. "I better make sure it doesn't... taste... like pee-pee," his voice was a low whisper and very deep. I looked down and watched my daddy's face descend on my pussy again. His head tilted slightly, he kissed my pussy and smothered it with his face. I felt him suck my outer lips, his tongue dove between my inner lips. I couldn't control the intense sensations building inside of me, and couldn't hold back the grunts and cries coming from my throat. His hand gently squeezed and flicked my right nipple on its way up to my mouth. He slipped a finger through my lips, I knew he wanted me to quiet down, but I just couldn't. The pleasure turned to pain; my young, immature body wasn't ready for such stimulation. I sucked his finger hard, but when his tongue swirled up to my little button, I lost myself. He drove his body against the bed like he did when his cock was in my hands. I reached down and pulled his hair. "Ooo daddy!" I tried pushing him away and closing my legs, tried turning to my side to escape, I tried desperately to stop him - instinctually I bit down on his finger. "Ai!" he yelled and dragged his finger through my teeth. His suction on my pussy broke, I spilled into little whimpers and tears while cupping my tormented pussy. "It - it - hurt - daddy!" I chastised. Spasms ripped through my insides and all over my fevered, tender body. The sensations we're confused; a feeling of pain but also immeasurable pleasure. He crawled on the bed, held me tight, nearly crushing me. "I'm sorry baby... I didn't mean to hurt you," he whimpered, held me, and stroked my hair. "I'm so sorry princess, I promise not to do that again." Afraid that I hurt my daddy by scolding him, and that he would never be so intimate with me again, I blurted, "But it didn't really hurt." Tremors still raked my aching pussy, warm liquid oozed down my butt crack. Breathlessly I said, "It was nice" and added "but hurt too" just to be sure he understood how I felt. "But, did you like it baby?" he combed my soft, wavy hair with his fingers. "Big ladies like that you know," he snuggled his face into the side of my neck. Jealousy swept over me. I thought, 'How does my daddy know other ladies like that?!' Refusing to be out done by older, or just other ladies - period - I demurely said, "But daddy, I'm a big lady... I promise I won't tell you to stop next time." I turned on my side to face him, pushed my finger against the deep cleft of his chin and smiled into his sparkling eyes, "You made me feel good, Daddy." He smiled and pulled me on top of him. Our faces met, we kissed, passionately. Our tongues touched and we sucked on each other for what seemed an eternity. I did want more, now that the pain and sensitivity subsided, but it was too late... the telltale, floorboard creak in the hallway, told us someone was headed our way. Daddy lifted me off of him, bounced me down on the bed and bolted up in a stiff, sitting position. He reached for a pillow and pulled it over his lap, just as mother opened the bedroom door. I sat up next to him, tugged down on my dress, and brushed the hair out of my face. My brothers and sisters knew not to disturb daddy and me when we were playing. No one really did, only mommy would walk in occasionally to tell us to "keep it down" or yell at me for sounding like a "banshee." This time her eyes darted back and forth from me to daddy, finally settling her eyes on him. Daddy's hair was a mess, his face and neck were bright red and he seemed out of breath and dry mouthed. Mom asked, in a very dry tone, "What are you doing?" Immediately sensing something was wrong, I got to my feet, jumped on the bed and yelled, "Playing!" hoping to distract her thoughts. I continued jumping, "Boing-boing-boing!" until daddy pulled me down and scolded, "I told you to calm down, Tia!" I glared snobbishly at my mom and said, "Yeah, daddy said I have azama... listen...." I faked a wheeze. Whatever I did, seemed to work, it changed my mother's expression. She shook her head, rolled her eyes and said, "I don't know who the kid is anymore." She rummaged through her dresser, dad and I shot a look at each other. He swallowed hard, wiped his face and smoothed down his hair; he looked nervous. When mother left the room he got up, grabbed another pair of shorts and went to the bathroom. As he walked past, I noticed a large spot on his khaki shorts. Appreciations: Thank you Sir, for opening a new world, Your world, to me. A special thanks to my biggest fan, my father-in-law, who unwaveringly continues to motivate and inspire. My deepest gratitude to my husband, who encourages and allows me to write. And a very warm and heartfelt thank you to The Kristen Archive and Kristen's readers. Without your continued devotion and effort, there wouldn't be a free vehicle for writers of erotica to share their stories, and no one to share them with. ~Bunny ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 23