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A daughter on a mission, from the tender age of twelve

the little pixie has had nothing but her single dad on

her mind, until one day, on her 14th birthday she

seduces the poor horny man. (M/f-teen, ped, reluc, inc)

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My bedroom is directly across the hall from our

bathroom; and there is a small gap around one side

where the bathroom door doesn't fit tightly.

doing homework when I saw daddy go into the bathroom

with a magazine in his hand. At first; I didn't think

anything of it... he did that a lot. "Going to the

Library" he would say. But this time I noticed that he

was carrying a Playboy magazine! And; even at 12 years

old, I knew what Playboy was. But I (at that time)

didn't know what kind of fascination that type of book

held for men.

I went on working on my homework for a little while

until my eyes caught some sort of "quick" movement in

the bathroom. So; I moved to where I could see through

the gap in the door a little better. What I saw then

totally amazed and surprised me!

My Dad was sitting on the stool looking at the magazine

and had his "thing" in his hand stroking it up and

down. Now; I had never seen a man's thing before. Oh; I

knew about them from S.e.x Ed at school... and I even

knew what an "erection" was. But I wasn't prepared for

how BIG it got during an erection. And daddy had AN

that to him? I wondered.

At any rate; his movements increased in speed and

intensity and his breathing seemed to be labored an

short. After a while; he tensed all of a sudden and

then squirted some white, creamy stuff into the bowl.

Then; he seemed to instantly become very calm and

proceed to fasten his pants, roll up the magazine and

left the bathroom. I almost broke my finger opening one

of my school books so quickly. I felt that it wouldn't

I was watching!

Mom had left us unexpectedly when I was 10; and I never

understood why. Daddy wouldn't talk much about it;

except to refer to her as a "Two-Timing Bitch!"

whatever that means. So I had sort of gotten used to it

just being me and dad, in fact I kind of liked it that

way. About all I remember of Mom was a hard, grouchy

woman who complained a lot. There were times I sort of

missed having a woman around, like when I started

that. Anyway; with the help of daddy's sister, Aunt

Brenda, I managed to get through those times.

In the next year and a half or so; I began to pay much

more attention to Daddy's frequent trips to the

"Library". I noticed one night while watching that I

was wet down there. I had awakened from my sleep with

the same problem a few times and it felt funny. At

first; I thought something was wrong with me; but Aunt

Brenda explained that I was just "becoming a woman."

"there" and sort of instinctually started stroking

myself. IT FELT REALLY GOOD! After a little bit of

THAT; I thought I was going to pass out! I must have

had an o.r.g.a.s.m; 'cause I let out a yelp or something.

Daddy yelled out from the bathroom, "Honey are you

okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, daddy," I replied and proceeded to

make some sort of excuse about sticking myself with a

pin or something. If he only knew how "fine" I was... I

had never felt anything so wonderful IN MY LIFE!

Not long after that, I came home from the mall one

Saturday and Daddy was just coming out of the bathroom

with a Playboy in his hand. I pretended at first not to

notice the magazine; but Daddy was having trouble

rolling the book up where I couldn't see the cover. It

seemed the harder he tried; the clumsier he got... and

the harder I tried to pretend I didn't see; the more my

eyes went straight to the magazine.

Then all of a sudden, someone's voice said, "It's okay,

Daddy, I know about the Playboy stuff." OH CRAP! Was it

me saying that!

Daddy simply said, "Oh," and then he went into his

bedroom. When he came out he no longer had the

magazine; but he did have sort of an embarrassed look

on his face.

"Daddy, what do men like about books and stuff like

that; with n.a.k.e.d women in them?" I blurted out.

"Why do you ask such a thing?" Daddy almost spit out

the words.

"Because I see you with your Playboys, but you never

read them in here in the living room or any thing; so I

just wondered," I said, hoping that my answer made some

sort of sense.

"Well, honey, it's sort of a private 'man' thing." he

said. It's exciting for a man to see woman with little

or no clothing on."

"Well; I'm a young woman now. Does it excite you to see

me like that?"

"MISTY!!!" he almost screamed at me.

"Dad, please don't be mad at me... I just want to

know!" I almost begged.

He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close

to him. "No honey, its different between fathers and

daughters. Daughters aren't supposed to excite their

fathers."

"Why?" I pressed.

"Bcause they're just not," he flatly stated. That

pretty much ended the conversation.

But it didn't end for me in my head. Okay; call me

weird or whatever, but I made up my mind right then

that I would prove Daddy wrong. I started wearing less

and less around the house. I would come out of the

bathroom wearing nothing but a towel; and even let it

slip down almost off my b.r.e.a.s.ts a time or two. But

Daddy didn't seem to notice! Damn It!

One time when he was in the bathroom shaving, I left

the door to my room open a little and stripped down to

my bra and p.a.n.t.i.e.s and then pretended to be looking for

an outfit to wear. Finally Daddy noticed! At least; I

saw his head turn toward my room several times, he even

nicked himself with his razor once. Even though I hoped

he wasn't hurt; I sort of giggled inside.

Since there are no pictures yet; I will try to

objectively describe myself for those of you who are

wondering. I'm about 5 feet 4 inches tall with fairly

long legs. I have long flowing blonde hair and green

eyes. At last count I weighed 105 pounds. I keep a good

tan, thanks in part to the above-ground pool daddy had

installed a few years ago. My measurements are 34-

a/22/35. I know; not much in the c.h.e.s.t department, but

they are firm and cone-shaped with rose-pink n.i.p.p.l.es

that turn up just a little at the ends.

For my 14th birthday; Daddy let me invite some friends

over. He let us play our music, dance, and just

generally be teenagers. He even ordered a big pink and

white cake that said "Happy Birthday, Misty" on it. We

all had a great time; and when everyone had left, I

just sat on my bed feeling older and more m.a.t.u.r.e

somehow.

During the party; Daddy had discreetly made himself

invisible; which I thought was nice. Even though I

think my Dad is cool, I know how other teens think of

a.d.u.l.ts; so I went out to the living room to tell Daddy

thanks. He was sitting in his recliner having his

favorite drink:

Jack Daniels and Coke. I walked over and sat down on

the arm of his chair, put my arms around his neck,

kissed his cheek and said, "You're a pretty wonderful

Father, Daddy... I love you so much."

He hugged me closer and almost whispered, "I love you,

too honey. Happy Birthday."

"Can I taste that?" I asked, pointing to his drink.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt. After all; you're all

grown up now." He grinned.

At first it was tart, but mellowed with the sweetness

of the Coke. I really liked it and asked, "Make me one

daddy, PLEASE!?"

"Are you sure honey? This stuff is pretty strong." He

tried not to sound concerned.

"Just one, daddy, PLEASE?!"

"Okay, I suppose one won't hurt. I need another one

anyway."

He went into the den and made himself another and made

one for me. I sort of suspect that mine probably wasn't

as strong as his, but it still tasted great. We sat and

watched TV and had our drinks slowly and quietly. After

a while I started to feel calm and warm all over. I

realized that even this weak drink was having an effect

on me.

"I think I'll take a shower and get ready for bed," I

said; trying not to wobble as I got out of my chair and

floated to my bedroom. I stripped down to nothing and

looked at myself in the mirror; trying to see if I was

older or more of a woman now. Standing there n.a.k.e.d and

knowing Daddy was just one thin wall away, I started to

get damp in my crotch area. For just a split second;

I almost walked out into the living room and announced,

"Here, daddy, I'm all yours!" But I didn't. I wrapped

myself in large towel and went into the bathroom. The

warm water running on me didn't help get rid of those

feelings I was having, either. I couldn't help but

linger a little in a few places as I washed myself. My

n.i.p.p.l.es almost hurt; they were so tender and swollen.

"What does it feel like for a man to kiss those?" I

wondered.

I'm not sure at what point during all this that I made

up my mind to seduce my father that night; but it

seemed like the only logical conclusion to this already

strange evening. I dried my hair, wrapped a clean,

fluffy towel around me and walked out into the living

room. Judging from the amount of liquid in Daddy's

glass; I determined that he must be on at least his

third drink.

"Jus 'bout ready for bed, hon?" he almost slurred.

"Yep" I answered saucily; trying to sound more sober

than I was feeling right then. The Jack Daniels was

definitely working on me!

I still don't know if I did it on purpose or it just

happened and I let it or what; but, as I bent over to

kiss Daddy, the towel I was wearing came loose and fell

to the floor. For just a split second; I started to

reach down and pick it up and cover myself; but I

didn't. Instead, I turned and sat on the arm of my very

surprised daddy's chair and hugged him.

"Hon...hon...honey; don't you think you should cover

up?" he asked; but he didn't sound like he really knew

if he wanted me to or not.

"Daddy, it doesn't matter. You've seen me n.a.k.e.d before;

so what's the difference?"

"The difference is that right now I'm a little drunk

and your are a young woman and looking really good and

it's been a really long time for me." he rambled.

I almost got tickled at how un-confused he was trying

to sound. I hugged him tighter as I noticed a large

bulge in his cut-offs. Then I placed his hand on my

right b.r.e.a.s.t. He jerked it away as though my b.r.e.a.s.t was

red-hot. (Which I felt it WAS!)

"Honey, please don't do this... pleeese." He sounded

sort of pitiful.

"It's alright, daddy, I want this and so do you." I

said; trying to sound grown-up and calm with what was

happening. I reached down and put my hand on the bulge

in daddy's shorts and he m.o.a.n.e.d like a man in some sort

of pain.

"Hon...this ain't right... you know it's not right."

"Daddy, it' right if I want it. I'm the only woman in

your life since Mom left and I really love you and I

really want to help you feel better." I tried not to

ramble on senselessly; but he had started tracing

little circles around my n.i.p.p.l.e with his finger and I

was being amazed at the feeling of his "thing" under my

hand. I suddenly became brave and undid the top of

daddy's cut-offs and unzipped them. His organ almost

LEAPED out. "MY GOD; IT'S BEAUTIFUL!!" I remember

thinking.

"Misty, Misty, Misty...Oh god...Shit"

Daddy reached between my legs and touched me and I

thought I would LEAVE THIS WORLD. As good as it had

felt the times when I touched myself there; I wasn't

EVEN prepared for what daddy's finger felt like as it

went into the opening of my p.u.s.s.y. I'm not sure if I

screamed or whimpered or cried or what... but I knew at

that moment that this was something I was going like a

lot more of.

Almost in a haze, I felt daddy pick me up and carry me

into his bedroom. As he laid me down on his huge, king-

size bed, he had the most tender look on his face as he

asked me; "Honey, are you sure about this?"

"Yes Daddy; I'm VERY sure." I replied. I admit I was a

little scared, but I knew I was going to be okay. Daddy

kissed me in a way that he never had before. One boy at

school had tried to "french" kiss me, but I don't think

he knew what the heck he was doing. With Daddy, it was

HEAVEN!! I remember the feel of his beard stubble on my

face; he feel of his hands on my shoulders as he held

me closer and closer.

And his rock-hard thing pressing into the flesh of my

right t.h.i.g.h. And the hair on his c.h.e.s.t against my

b.r.e.a.s.ts. All of these things going on at once was just

about too much for me to stand. I never felt so GOOD in

my life!!

"Have you ever had...had...you know... well... s.e.x;

before, Hon?" Daddy asked

"No, never, Daddy...please be my first... will you;

please, daddy?!'

"Well, hon, it's not exactly right; but I don't think I

could stop if I anted to now." There was almost a

desperate tone to his voice.

Daddy rolled me onto my back, and I think I

instinctually spread my legs. Strange; but I don't

remember ever thinking of my daddy as "handsome"; but

at that moment when he positioned himself above my nude

body on his bed, I thought he was the most beautiful

person I had ever seen.

"This may hurt a little at first." he said with concern

in his voice.

"It's okay; Daddy, it's okay."

He lowered himself gently onto me, kissed me, and then

I felt the end of his thing going into me. As it

swelled inside me, I almost cried from pure joy. Then;

as it broke through my h.y.m.e.n, there was as spit-second

of pain. But not unpleasant pain. Sort of like a pin

prick. The extreme p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of feeling this thing

inside me far outdid any pain I could have felt. As

Daddy pushed further and further into me; I remember

thinking that that I couldn't possibly feel any better

than I was feeling righty then. But with each inch,

came a bigger, deeper wave of ecstasy. Then came the

ultimate!!!

Daddy started ever-so-slowly withdrawing and

reinserting his thing (which I know now is called his

"d.i.c.k") in and out of me. Wave after wave of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e

swept over me; and daddy's breathing was becoming more

and more labored. His d.i.c.k was going in and out of me

at a furious pace. I may have been m.o.a.ning or screaming

or whatever... I'm not sure at this point. I just know

that I WAS IN PURE HEAVEN!!!

As I felt the torrents of o.r.g.a.s.m wash over me, all of a

sudden daddy's body tensed, jerked and he quickly

pulled all the way out of me. "Got to catch it so I

don't get you pregnant." He said almost apologetically.

Right at that moment I wouldn't have cared if he had

planted a LITTER in me. But I knew he was right to pull

it out; even though I felt as though I was parting with

an old friend.

Afterwards, we lay in each others arms and c.a.r.e.s.sed and

kissed. I don't think it's possible to feel more love

for someone than I felt for my Daddy at that moment. We

have a drink or two ever now and then and we always

wind up having s.e.x. If I could I would have it every

day...all day! I may change my mind later, but for now

I just want s.e.x with my wonderful father. He is so

sweet and I love him so much!

The other night during one of our sessions, Daddy began

kissing my lower stomach and t.h.i.g.hs. WOW!! This was a

whole new set of feelings!! He promised me then that

next time he will teach me about oral s.e.x.

I CAN'T WAIT!