A Letter To My Dad Ch 1

Hi Daddy!

I've been asleep most of the day. I'm exhausted. Just thinking about our weekend together drives me insane, I end up staying in bed 'til noon thinking about it, touching myself..... I'm hoping perhaps you can come here in a couple of months, I would love that.

I'm thinking about writing an erotic story about our time together, but maybe changing our names, and the fact that you're we're related. Nobody wants to read about a little girl fucking her daddy, do they? I wanted to run a few things by you, just to see what you think about my memories of the last weekend.

Okay, so I rocked up at your new house around 6pm on Friday night, I had the day off so that I could get there to begin the weekend early. You and Mom were doing your own thing, really, as usual. She was in the kitchen cooking dinner. She came up and hugged me, kissed my cheek, told me how good I looked. I asked where you were and she said you could have been in the office talking on the net, or looking at some of your dirty sites.

She smiled and kissed my cheek once quickly before going back into the kitchen.

I put all my bags down and went around the back of the house to your office but you weren't there. I looked around for a while, but when I couldn't find you, I went to my bedroom to get myself ready to see you. I changed my panties under the skirt I had on. I had been wearing black lace ones, but I changed into a white pair of bikini bottoms. Secretly I was hoping that you'd get to see them that night, although rushing into something probably wouldn't have been a great idea. Mom might have got suspicious. Whatever happened, I knew it was better to be prepared for anything! Knowing you! LOL.

I changed my clothes, nothing spectacular, just a nice shirt which showed my tingling titties (which I know are your favourite things about me!). They stretched the satiny material and you could see my hard nipples through the material, even through the low-cut bra I'd put on. And of course my skirt. A long skirt, Mom doesn't like miniskirts. But skirts are SO accessible to roaming fingers, Daddy! And I like that!

I heard a knock at the door and when it opened, there you were! I was glad to see you there! You looked me over and your eyes twinkled. I wanted to hug you but I heard Mom coming up the hallway, so I blew you a silent kiss and you grinned and said hello.

Then we all went down to dinner and it was okay but all I could think of was you and me, alone together.

That night nothing happened.

You and Mom went out to the movies, which I didn't mind. It gave me time to look through your computer, and I looked through all of our secret chat files which you'd saved in a protected folder. I knew your password, I think I'm the only person who knows it. So I went roaming through the files. There are so many of them. Long erotic chats to each other.

I read some out loud, under my breath, imagining you saying them to me.

"If you were here, I'd have you on your bed, legs around my neck, sucking the honey out of your pretty little cunt, my darling girl."

Mmmmmmm the idea of that made me so wet. I could feel my pussy tingling with the thought of you doing that to me.

"Daddy, if you were here with me right now, your cock would be choking my little throat as I sucked and slurped and licked you up and down. I'd have you fucking my face until my lips were raw ..."

You and Mom got home quite late but I was already in bed by then. I did hear you come home, making a little bit of noise, trying to wake me up. I knew you wanted me awake so that we could perhaps see each other, talk together. Maybe even sneak in some time together. What you didn't know, though, was that I had been forced to go to bed a couple of hours earlier. Reading those cyber chats of ours had made me so wet, my pussy just bursting with juices I needed to cum. Wishing your tongue was there, wishing your mouth was pushing and rocking against my clit, inside my hot wet hole.

I fucked my finger for hours afterwards, and eventually heard you both go to bed. I knew you were disappointed, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't leave my bedroom. I was silently crying out to you to come to me in the middle of the night. But you didn't.

It wasn't until Saturday afternoon that I was able to get you alone and spend some time with you. I wore no panties for you, Daddy! My pussy was tired but still tingling for some kind of touch from you. I knew you were horny too. I could see it in your jeans, a small erection pushing outward already.

So when I laid back in your deck chair, I noticed your eyes lingering on my breasts a little more than they should have, and your mouth curving up into a smile. I rested my hand on my own breast and started to stroke myself gently, and you stared for what seemed like forever.

You stood over near the porch fence, leaning on the wooden pillar with your coke in hand, staring at me. Your eyes glanced nervously to the backdoor and kitchen window every now and then to make sure Mom wasn't anywhere in sight. She couldn't see me from there, though and I grabbed my own breast and started to rub it, closing my eyes and pretending it was your hand, your fingers stroking and massaging me. I opened my eyes and eyed you lightly as if to hurry you up. You kind of got the message, though, I think.

You swooped in quickly and leant down to touch my breast with your hand, a quick hard movement which she wouldn't have seen from her vantage point in the kitchen. You kneaded my breast for about ten seconds and I wanted to close my eyes, the pleasure rippling through me, but I couldn't take my eyes off of your face. You licked your lips and looked into my eyes. They were full of desire for you, just you, only you.

Your hand began to move down to where I wanted it more than anything, hard and rubbing against my pussy. I imagined your fingers pulling open the lips of my drenched cunt and probing and caressing like mad. I began to feel a shivering through my cunt. I grew wetter with the thought that maybe your hand might flick under the skirt and just touch me there. Just quickly touch, just for a moment, run your finger inside me and make me cum.

But you heard a noise inside and stood up straighter again and moved back. I stopped touching my own breast and acted casual too. I didn't want Mom getting hurt by some mindless, harmless flirting. But God, my whole body was aching for you then.

I stood up, just to be closer to you.

You showed me the landscape around your secluded new home. It really was beautiful, and I was a little bit jealous because I couldn't live there with you all the time.

There was a small river at the end of your property and I mentioned something about going down to have a look and maybe pick some wild flowers. There was a knoll, a dip in the land where the river ran along side and I knew that we wouldn't be visible from the house if we went there. I didn't say it out loud, though. You thought it was a great idea, and went inside to invite your wife, my mother, so that we wouldn't look suspicious.

I looked out over the view again, and noticed it was becoming a little darker. There were shadows over the entire area, and the sky was darkening too. With Autumn so beautiful this year, there were leaves everywhere, and the entire landscape had a rich, fertile quality to it. I heard you coming back, you were saying something to Mom as you left the house.

"I'll take some cokes, and we might just sit down and have a drink." You told her and you walked outside alone. I knew she'd rejected your offer to look at the river with me. I wondered if she knew, deep down, even subconsciously about us. You walked toward me, a can of coke in your hand. I took it and we exchanged a look.

"The area gets so pretty this time of year." You said.

I followed you down off of the backyard deck and onto the grass. We began to walk. I trod on the flowers as we walked and I mentioned how beautiful they were and how much I wished you could come and landscape my new garden for me. You sighed knowing how different everything was with me living in Canada. How wonderful in some ways but also how difficult it was for us not to be able to be together.

"Do you ever swim in the river?"

"No, only once. When it was much warmer."

"Clothed?"

You laughed again. "No."

"Oooh la la." I smiled.

"I bet you would have liked to be there with me, sweetie."

"You know it." I nodded.

We both shut up for a minute. I was imagining you swimming naked.

I saw myself in the river with you, I was surfacing between your legs, then you were holding me, and driving your cock deep up into my belly, through the cool sweet water.

I wanted to take your hand, for the first time ever, but I knew she could still see us. And I knew she was watching, so I looked around as we walked.

"I can't believe I'm finally here." I said.

"I have been longing for this day. I have been dreaming about it and aching for it."

"In more ways than one?"

"Ohh" You groaned quietly, "Yes".

I stepped up faster to catch up with you, as you were a couple of steps ahead of me, then we were walking side by side.

"Me too." I whispered.

"We've been so good."

I laughed.

"Yea, we have, haven't we? I know I don't want Mom hurt at all, but my god in heaven, I want you so much." I was quiet and a little breathless now that we were hiking downhill a little bit.

"I want you too, sweetie."

I looked over at my Daddy, your sweet bearded face shone back at me, a little red and flushed from the cold air. I could smell that cologne under your clothes and wanted to bury my head and face into you and just hug and hold and smell you forever.

It was so surreal, us talking like that and acting in such a cool, distant "friendly" manner. How many dreams had I had about you coming to me in the middle of night, and waking me up with hot, deep kisses in my pussy? Your tongue writhing between my legs, your hands and fingers stroking me, caressing and burning me up so that I would wake from those dreams, groaning and honey cum dripping in my own hand. How many times had I heard your moaning over the telephone on those rare and priceless nights when your wife was not at home? Laying in bed, hearing you cum as you pumped your cock to the same beat I had, pretending we were fucking each other over and over again.

Countless times. I couldn't remember how many times. And our attraction was always ten times more potent and powerful when we saw each other in the flesh, and I knew that if I couldn't touch you this weekend, I would go insane.

Finally we reached the river. It wasn't full, but there was a steady stream of glistening water tinkling over the small rocks and pebbles. It was almost transparent and I took my shoes off excitedly to go and run in the shallow bank. The water was cool and icy on my toes, it was refreshing and delicious. With no panties on, I wondered what it would feel like if I sat down in the water, let it slide over my burning pussy.

I looked back at you and then from where we had walked. I couldn't see the house, and I knew that the house couldn't see us. I turned to you and reached out to take your hand, you helped me step out of the slight river.

For the first time in so long, I felt your fingers on my fingers entwine gently. I sighed deeply as your fingers wrapped around mine. It was silent, we couldn't talk, I knew I couldn't - my words had frozen in my throat. I wanted to lift my cotton skirt and force your hand down to my cunt, feel me wet, feel me so hot and horny for you. I wanted to rip your cock out of those jeans and just ram it in my mouth, sucking and gulping down all of your juice, then fuck you over and over until I didn't have to feel that way anymore.

But we just stood there, holding hands for a long time. I don't know why I didn't act on my impulse, but somehow just standing there, it was like we were slowly coming together, expressing ourselves in the silence. You put your coke down and I put mine down and finally you leaned in and began to stroke my face. Your finger on my cheek.

"My sweet little girl." You whispered.

I looked up into your eyes, and found the man there that I had dreamt about. You smiled down at me and moved in. Your lips opened to kiss my mouth and I finally felt your kiss. Ohhh, your wonderful kiss!

I opened my mouth wider and forced yours open wider too, I knew nobody had kissed you like that in so long. So deep and intimate that when you felt my tongue licking the inside of your mouth, your body quivered and you stumbled a little bit. Our tongues licked and sucked each other, and I knew from your shaking that you'd never been kissed in that way by anyone else except me. I grabbed your face and felt your old man beard on my hands.

I could feel my cunt throbbing with the rhythm of that kiss. Our mouths were making love in a slow, agonizing, deep way. I couldn't breathe, my brain was humming quietly. I felt your cock rising through your jeans and it began to rock against my belly lightly. I was close to orgasm, right there.

Then your hand moved down to my breast. I pulled my shirt up so you could touch me naked. Your hand felt all around my bare breast and you massaged and kneaded it gently at first, then harder. You began to pull and pinch my nipple. I groaned and pressed harder into you. I began to kiss you madly, trying to get inside of you with my tongue. But you pulled your mouth away and slipped it over my breast, hunching down to take in my nipple and I felt your tongue circling it, licking and sucking on it, kneading it with your hard lips. I could feel the tickling sensation of your moustache on my breast. You began to bite a little bit, trying to eat my breast into your throat.

I stroked my hand over the mound in your jeans, I was rubbing it gently through the jeans and felt your cock rising and becoming harder.

I fumbled with your jeans, trying to pull the full length out so I could finally look at it, finally touch it with my own hands. You groaned and shivered when I slid my hand in under your boxer shorts. My hand finally came to touch your cock! I groaned too and pulled it out lightly so I could look down at it.

You stopped kissing my ruddy breasts and looked down at the sight of my hands on your stiff, swollen cock. Your gorgeous old man cock, I'd waited patiently for the day where I could take it into my mouth and suck and slurp it again. My fingers began to tease and flicker all over it. You and I both watched as my young hand felt all over your mature member, the organ quivering and getting harder and harder as I tried to play.

My fingertips grazed the veins in the long shaft, then over the little hole. I tickled under your balls, and they were thick and heavy in my hand. My palm cupped them and gently pulled and massaged them, fingertips coming underneath them and teasing the skin there. You pulled your head back and gasped, staring up into the sky.

"Oh God, be careful darling!" You whispered.

I knelt face to face with your shaft and it's sticky, shiny, red swollen head. You looked down at me to watch. I licked the tip of your cock, licking the pre-cum on the end, and you couldn't stop the cry as it exhaled from your throat. You cried out quite loudly and covered your mouth with your own hand. I knew what it meant to you to see your own little girl sucking on you. My tongue followed the pathway which my fingers had made: I licked over every full and throbbing vein, I swiped my mouth around the long shaft, then over the hole, licking and sucking lightly.

I grabbed the back of your ass, pulling the jeans down to just above your knees, then I began to knead and caress your curvy ass while my mouth opened against the tip of your dick.

I licked again with my thick tongue and licked around the head, then licked up and down the length of the shaft. I knew you were so close to cumming in my face right there. So many months of cyber-sex and phone sex, and expectation all built up over so long. I rubbed your legs and ass with my hands.

"I want you to cum in my belly." I said, telling you to please try to hold in until I could get the well-cut head at the back of my throat.

My tongue pressed up and rolled around the shaft as it fit perfectly in my mouth. It was always too big for me, but I had managed to perfect eating it. Practice makes perfect, Daddy, you always said!

I began to tongue your cock, taking the head into my mouth slowly, then pulling it all the way in, sucking it up so that it was pressing on the back of my throat.

You began bucking against my face. You couldn't hold it in, and began to move back and forward against my open mouth. You grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth.

My tongue rolled around you. My lips were milking your swelling cock as I felt it throbbing and ramming into my cheeks.

I slurped and sucked and swallowed the tip of your head deeper and deeper, my lips sucking in tighter until you couldn't hold it any longer. I couldn't breathe, and the pressure of your movements on my throat was gagging but I wanted your cum inside me, wanted to taste it, feel it, wrap my tongue around the white juice. I sucked up deeper and you exploded in my mouth with a great cry.

I felt the sperm shoot out of your pulsing cock, down into the back of my throat. I could taste the salt in it and I swallowed load after load as you spurted uncontrollably.

Finally your cock fell semi-hard again and you pulled it out of my mouth. I licked it all over and felt you shuddering from the sensitivity as I did, but you couldn't pull away. You fell to your knees as your legs finally gave way under the strain of exhaustion and you sat there for a few minutes, your naked ass on the cold grass. I watched your cock as you sat there. It continued to quiver, small spurts of jism still releasing from the head. I wanted to lick it up, wanted to taste more of you. I leaned forward and licked the tiny droplets of cum which still came out, then sucked on the hole for more. You pushed me away lightly and did your jeans up.

"I had forgotten...."

Your voice was wavering and tired.

I licked my lips and sat back on the dampish grass. I grabbed my coke, still thirsty and took a long swig.

"I think I'm in love with you." You smiled.

"Come to LA and live with me." I joked.

Mom's voice came calling out over the back yard. You pulled your jeans up and with trembling hands, you collected yourself.

"Thank you." You whispered. "I owe you."

We hiked back up to the house and I went to the bathroom to check my face. There was a little bit of wetness around my chin, but nothing obvious. I wiped it off with my finger, then licked my finger happily. My mouth was sore from stretching around your cock, it stung a little from the cold air too. My pussy was craving you, and I wondered if I would ever finally get to make love to you again the way I dreamed.

That night our dinner was sensational. I watched you eat, you looked starved. Mom kept making interesting conversation, and it kept us all in good spirits. I didn't feel guilty about what we'd done. You certainly didn't look as if you felt guilty either.

You and I retired to the den to watch some bad late night TV and even though I sat on the floor and you were on the couch, soon to be joined by your wife, I could feel our auras' both tingling and trying to come together. Once I reached out, just once, to feel your boot. You didn't feel me touch you, but the grey suede felt nice on my fingertip. I wanted to kiss the boot and run my kisses up to your legs, between your knees.

Oh, how good that would have been if I could have been able to sit nestled between your legs and pump your cock empty again with my tongue. Over and over.

You both began to yawn and I knew how tired you must have been after the experience so I suggested you both go to bed. I didn't mind sitting up alone in the den, watching Letterman. You both agreed and went to bed. You leaned down to kiss my cheek lightly and I felt the tingling all the way over my body. Mom led you upstairs to your bedroom and I was left alone in the den with the TV softly muttering in the background.