My daddy was always the only one who told me I was pretty. You know how most people go through an awkward phase growing up? Well, the entirety of childhood was my awkward phase. Always a little chubby, a little clumsy, and shy to a fault. I wasn't exactly miss popularity in school.
Boys didn't pay attention to me, girls were cruel. But daddy was my best friend.
We spent countless hours playing video games together. Once when I brought home a report card boasting straight A's he bought me a Tony Hawk game as a reward. We played it non stop that weekend. Every Time he scored higher than I had I would tackle him and we 'd wrestle until he pinned me down and tickled me until I was laughing hysterically and couldn't take it anymore. Then when I got good enough to beat his scores he'd tackle me instead and we 'd wrestle. Sometimes I even pinned him! Though I'm sure he was letting me win. Every time we'd wrestle it would end in tickles and uncontrollable laughing. When I would finally stifle my giggles he'd sigh happily and say "Oh my brilliant, beautiful girl. I love you so."
My dad, and those words, got me through high school. And now, they were getting me through my first year of college.
I'm 19 now and college was proving no easier than junior high and high school. Though I've thinned out, I'm still a little curvier than the other girls. My name's Piper, by the way. My roommate, Sarah, is stick thin and model beautiful. She's tall and blond and angular. I, on the other hand, am short at 5'5", with brown hair and a sprinkling of freckles across my nose. My breasts are larger than I wish they were. They make me self conscious and hurt my back. My hips are rounder and my thighs fuller than I wish they were. And don't get me started about my ass! Shopping for pants is a horrorshow. Everything is made to fit girls like my roommate. So I cover everything up the best I can with clothes a size larger than really fits.
I've had a hard time making friends at college. My roommate is nice, but we're not exactly close. She has a steady stream of boys over to "visit", who rarely speak to me. Which is fine with me. I'm painfully shy and keeping my nose glued to my homework is preferable to the uncomfortable small talk I'd be forced to make with Sarah's hunk du j'our. Unfortunately my aversion to awkward social interaction leads to severe lonliness. I call my dad on a regular basis. Sometimes I just need to hear him say "Oh my brilliant, beautiful girl. I love you so." on a bad day. Once, a boy from my biology class asked me out to coffee. Sarah, probably trying to grasp any opportunity to have our room to herself, swore that he was obviously interested in me and somehow convinced me to go. I was scared but secretly excited that a cute boy might like me. He really just wanted my lecture notes. I left the coffee shop fighting back tears and immediately called my daddy just to hear those words.
That was three months ago. But that embarrassing incident and its lingering sting is behind me now.I've just arrived home for the summer and I cannot wait to trounce my daddy in video games!
He arrived home from work around 5:30 and instantly swooped me up into his arms for the biggest, best bear hug that only my daddy can give. He lifted me right off the ground! "I've missed those hugs, daddy!"
"I've missed them too, pretty girl." he set me down gently and backed up a step to take me in. He tsked and shook his head at my too-short shorts.
"It's hot! Besides, it's not like I'm out in public, it's just you. And you HAVE to love me and my thunder thighs."
"You do not have thunder thighs. You, and everything about you, are beautiful. Now, what do you say we go have a nice welcome home dinner? Go change." He smiled big and his eyes scrunched at the corners. I'd never noticed the wrinkles around his eyes before. They made him even handsomer than I remembered. I turned and he swatted my bum as I ran up the stairs to change.
We had dinner at my favorite local burger place. "Oh man, I'd forgotten how good REAL food is. Ramen will be the death of me. I was in desperate need of a big, real meal" I dipped my french fry in ketchup and, clumsy as ever, dripped ketchup into my cleavage. "Ugh! I hate these things!" I grumbled, exasperated with my double D breasts. "They are always in the way!"
"Oh shush." Daddy said, as he reached across the table and inserted one finger into my cleavage and wiped the spilled ketchup. He put the finger in his mouth and licked it clean. "Like you said, big and real are best."
I gasped and laughed, blushing "Daddy!" He began laughing and went back to eating his burger.
I'm sure he was just teasing and being a little naughty, but in the back of my mind I wondered "was Daddy flirting with me?" I blushed harder at the thought and I felt my nipples get hard against my bra. No, that would be wrong. I was embarrassed that I'd thought that of him, and a little ashamed that the thought had excited me. He must have seen me blush because then he pushed his bottle of beer across the table at me and whispered "when no one's looking" with a wink. I smiled and took a swig.
We sat for a long time chatting, teasing, and surreptitiously sharing another beer. I tried not to, but I kept replaying the feeling of his finger sliding between my breasts. I knew it was wrong but it was exhilarating and I couldn't stop. I thought about him putting his finger in his mouth to lick the ketchup off and imagined how salty his lips would taste if I kissed them. I wanted to feel his hand on my breasts again. I imagined him carressing them, licking them, biting them. The waitress dropping the bill at our table snapped me back to reality. My heart was racing. My panties were wet.
I was ashamed of the things I'd thought thought about my dad and was quiet most of the way home. I decided to just push those thoughts right out of my mind, never to be heard from again.
About a block from the house dad said "Everything ok pretty girl?" and laid his hand on my knee. His touch was a jolt to my senses. My pulse quickened and my skin tingled.
"If you ever want to talk about anything, don't hesitate. No matter the subject. You come for me. We'll work it out."
At his touch I knew. There was no way to deny these feelings, no pushing the thoughts away. I wanted my daddy. Wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel him and taste him. I needed it to happen.
"Thanks daddy," I breathed. "There's something I'm thinking about but I'm not sure how to handle it."
"When we get home, let's get in our PJs, put a game in the console, and you tell me about your problem. I can show you how to handle it. No matter how big."
When we got home I ran upstairs and changed into my favorite pajamas. They were just a tshirt and shorts but they were so comfortable. I'd gone up a cup size in the last year so the pink tshirt was tighter than I remembered it being the last time I wore it. The front pulled tight across my breasts and my cleavage was practically popping out of the deep v neck. I pulled the pink and purple plaid shorts up over my bum and folded the elastic down over my round hips. These, like so many other pants, just did't fit my curves.
I went downstairs and found my dad already in the den getting the game ready. My breath caught for a moment when I realized he was only wearing boxer breifs. They were striped in blue and white and they showed off his ass as he was bent over inserting the game disc into the console. There were two icy cold bottles of beer sitting on the coffee table.
"It's awfully hot so I opened a couple beers for us. I also hope you don't mind my... uhh... pajamas." he laughed.
I sat on the couch."That's ok, daddy." I sighed, my eyes never leaving his delicious ass. "I want you to be as comfortable as possible when I pound you! umm.. I mean, in the game. When I beat you in the game."
He laughed and walked toward me to join me on the couch. All I could see was the outline of his enormous penis in his tight underwear. I desperately wanted to see it. I imagined reaching for the waistband of his breifs and pulling out my daddy's thick cock and taking the head between my trembling lips.
He sat next to me and with a devilish grin said "Oh, we'll see who takes a pounding tonight, pretty girl." and handed me my beer with one hand and rubbed my thigh with the other.
I could feel my nipples harden instantly, straining against my already tight t shirt. Could it be? Did he want the same thing I wanted? Did he want to violate his sweet little girl as much as she wanted to be violated by him? Nervously, and looking for courage wherever I could find it, I chugged my beer. A droplet of ice cold condensation dripped from the bottle and landed on my breast. My chest rose with my excited breath and my father watched, hungrily, as the drop rolled down the slope of my large breast and into the deep, sweet valley of my cleavage.
"Just because I allow you to drink," he said, still staring at my tits, doesn't mean you need to get drunk. Besides, that won't save you from the spanking you're going to get." He handed me a game controller.
Spanking? Was he just trash talking for the game or did I have a pleasant surprise in my near future?
He started the game and said "So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"O- oh." I stuttered, suddenly nervous.
"Is it a boy?" he asked.
"Umm... not a boy, exactly. A man."
"I see," he said, grinning. "He's older?"
The competition on screen was getting tenser and I scooted a little closer, partially from enthusiastic game play, and partially so I could feel his skin on mine.
"Yes. Quite a bit older." I mustered, biting my bottom lip with nervousness.
"That's good," he said, giving me a sidelong glance, "Someone more mature than the boys you go to school with will be a better fit for you."
"I'm glad you think he'll fit, daddy," I giggled flirtatiously.
"I'm confident that it will be hard, but it will most definitely fit."
I could see the bulge in his underwear getting larger as his dick hardened. Then I knew for certain. He wanted me too. The sight of his growing erection sent electric tingles across my skin. My gnawing desire to take his cock in my mouth was all I could think about. All of my focus was on the rock hard cock I could see pressed against the striped cotton of my father's boxer breifs.
I was practically drooling when he suddenly shouted "I WIN!" and tackled me in victory. But instead of his hands at my waist to tickle me, his mouth was on mine. Kissing, biting, licking. His tongue was soft and warm in my mouth. He tasted of hoppy beer and absolutely pleasure. He moved down and began urgently kissing and biting my neck. "Ohh, daddy." I moaned.
"Oh my brilliant, beautiful girl. I love you so."
Those words.With those words the wetness between my legs dripped.
"I love you too daddy. I want you so badly!"
He pulled my shirt off and my full breats bounced out. A moan of sastifaction escaped his lips. His teeth on my neck dug a little deeper and his fingers dug into my round breast. He pinched my erect nipple.
"Ow!" a small, surprised, declaration of pain.
"Did I hurt you, baby?"
"Yes," I told him. "But it was a good hurt. Do it harder, Daddy!"
He did as I requested and I squealed in delight. This was better than I had hoped it would be.
He pushed me onto my back and circled one of my nipples with his tongue. He gave the other nipple one last hard pinch and moved his hand down to my plaid pajama bottoms. He peeled the tight shorts down from my waist and slid them down my legs, throwing them in a heap on the floor. His teeth bit down onto my nipple and with his fingers he softly parted my lips and found my clit with ease. He rubbed it gently.
I gasped at the intensity of my pleasure.
