This is part 2 of my Club Electra series which will contain multiple stories. There will be a chapter 3 for sure. I just have to work it out in my brain.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!!!
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, ANY SIMILARITIES TO PERSONS OR PLACES IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL!!!
This story contains incest. If this isn't your cup of tea please move on.
I write primarily for myself. I'm not very good but I hope you enjoy.
All rights reserved.
Lots of Love, Casino
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There she was, that pretty little bitch Lizzy. We were at a Saturday track meet and I stalked her and her father to a secluded spot in the woods on the south side of the track. This meet was in a somewhat rural town about 50 miles away from our school.
Okay, bitch is a little strong as she was my best friend. Let's just say I was jealous because she wasn't spending as much time with me as she used to and for other reasons.
Anyway, she was a skinny girl with curly brown hair that ran past her shoulders and big blue eyes. She had little B-cup tits, but she had a nice round fuckable ass. The little cunt didn't think anyone was watching, she gave her daddy a passionate kiss while squeezing and stroking his cock through his pants.
I pulled out my phone and started recording them. 'Lucky little slut.' I thought to myself, wishing I had that kind of relationship with my Daddy. I ran my hand down the inside of my track shorts and touched myself through my panties.
He broke their kiss and said quietly to her. "Lizzy behave yourself, you've got the 400 meter race coming up and you need to be focused."
"Please, Daddy, just a quickie to tide me over. I can't wait until we get home." She whined still squeezing his thick cock through his pants.
He shook his head and reached for her chest, pinching one of her nipples through her tight track top.
She gasped and shuddered, "Daddy!" She whined, softly.
He gave her a sly grin, "Sometimes good girls have to wait for their reward. Are you my good girl?"
She pouted but nodded, "Yes, Daddy, I'm your good girl."
"Nice things come to good girls who wait. Now go back to your teammates. I have to wait until my erection subsidies, but I promise not to miss any of your races, okay?" He gave her ass a playful little squeeze, then a firm patt.
She sighed, "Okay, Daddy." Then she kissed him again and skipped through the woods back towards the track.
He closed his eyes to concentrate and it took a while but I saw his bulge slowly shrink visibly. He turned towards the closest tree and pulled his cock out of his pants. Even though he had a partial erection, it was still enormous, bigger than any high school boys' cocks that I had played with. I had never let a boy fuck me before. I wanted my first time to be with Daddy.
My pussy got wet and tingly just looking at his big daddy dick. I wondered if my Daddy would be as big. To be honest, I didn't really care, I just wanted him to love me in the forbidden way I loved him.
He sighed as he began pissing, relieving himself and emptying his bladder. He shook his cock when he was done and put it back in his pants. He whistled as he walked back towards the track.
I waited 2 minutes then retraced my footsteps back to the meet. I was lucky that no one saw me emerge from the woods and I happily joined my teammates.
I wanted to chat with Lizzy but I waited until she had recovered from winning the girls 400 meter dash finals. We would run the 1600 meter relay together later but I couldn't wait any longer.
I snuck up behind Lizzy and wrapped my arms around her sweaty little body. I kissed her quickly on the neck, tasting the salt from her sweat. Then I whispered softly in her ear, "Will you sit with me on the bus ride home?"
She giggled, "Of course, silly."
I whispered even quieter, "I've got a secret to share with you."
She giggled again, "Give me a hint."
I smiled wickedly, knowing she couldn't see my face, "Nice things come to good girls who wait."
She turned to face me giving me a confused and somewhat scared look. "What do you mean?" She frowned.
"Oh silly, it's nothing bad. I just want your advice about something and I have a secret." I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
That eased her mind and she relaxed a bit, but she looked at me curiously.
Then over the PA system, "Second call for the girls 200 meter dash finals; second call for the girls 200 meter dash finals."
"That's me." I smiled and skipped away like she did when she left her father in the woods. I looked back at her and her jaw dropped as she looked at me with wide terrified eyes.
I winked and blew her a kiss.
That seemed to ease her mind a little, but she still looked concerned. "Good luck, Jade!" She hollered after me.
"Thanks sweetheart!" I hollered back at her. Yes, my mother in her infinite wisdom gave me a stripper name. She promptly left me and Daddy when I was 5 for some douche bag. I didn't know then that he was a drug dealer.
We never heard from her again until a couple police officers came to our door a decade later. They notified us that she had died from a heroin overdose. I barely remembered her but I was still sad. I'm still not sure why I was so sad, maybe it was a deep seeded need to be comforted.
And Daddy comforted me in his stoic way. Even though I was older, he let me sit on his lap and sob into his chest. His scent was intense and intoxicating.
That was when my unnatural obsession for him started. I would watch him do yard work from my window. I would work out with him too. He would lift weights while I practiced my yoga. I stared at him constantly. He would often catch and raise an eyebrow. I would giggle and retreat to my room feeling tingly.
But that's in the past. All in all it was a great track meet, we won taking the team title. I took first in the 200 meter and third in the 100 meter. Lizzy took first in the 400 meter and we won the 1600 meter relay. Lizzy achieved personal records in both.
We were exhausted by the time we got on the bus. Most of the seniors sat towards the back and we were fortunate enough to get the very last seat all the way in the back.
I sat towards the window and she leaned in and whispered, "What's your secret?" She was tentative and reluctant but curious.
I handed her one of my AirPods and then pulled up the video of her and her daddy. It played for all of 10 seconds, then she looked at me with panic and then rage. She took out her phone and started typing me a text in a furious fashion.
I held her hands to stop her and shook my head. I leaned in to whisper, ever so softly, "No digital trail." Then I opened the notes app on my iPhone and started to type. I figured we could pass my phone back and forth then delete the note. This way no one could eavesdrop on our conversation.
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I've known about you and your daddy for quite a while. I am NOT judging you or attempting to expose or humiliate you. I love you. You're my best friend and I would never hurt you.
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She looked at me curiously with a hint of suspicion, still pretty damn mad too.
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