Daddy-Daughter Dalliance

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Daddy-Daughter Dalliance (closed)

Closed for Cherrybomb400

I confess that I never imagined that anything like this might happen. Never once did I ever envision my relationship with my family could wind up as twisted as it did.

I suppose I was much to blame. My daughter had been the apple of my eye all her life. From the moment I held her in her arms and felt her fiery red hair against my cheek as she hugged me close, I was smitten.

That had hardly changed over the years. Every time I looked at her, I saw the same beautiful little redhead looking up at me. I still enjoyed having her curl up in my lap at the end of the evening to tell me about her day.

Of course, I remained aware that she was growing up. I no longer had to bend down to reach her hand. When she sat on my lap, she was more than a mere armful.

But I mostly let her mother handle the "becoming a woman" aspects. A distant part of my consciousness was vaguely aware that my daughter was now a teenager, that she wore bras (in an ever-increasing progression of cup sizes), that she had crushes at school, that she knew about the birds and the bees, that she was attracted to girls rather than boys, etc. But when I looked at her, I still saw her as the sweet innocent little girl who used to toddle towards me with both arms upraised to me when I came home each evening.

Consequently, I just overlooked some of the other things that were changing with my daughter. Blinded by my perception, I missed the truth. Only when confronted with it did I finally start seeing clearly.

 

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I would say that I grew up with a normal childhood.

I had two loving parents. My mother was very aware of my preference to show affection to girls rather than boys. It wasn't that I wasn't attracted to boys, girls were just more... magical is every way. The way they moved and the way they smelled.

It wasn't until my senior year of high school that the thought of being with a man peeked my interest. I was at a sleepover and after our friend's parents went to bed we played truth or dare. When it came to my turn I expected someone to dare me to go down on them. All my friends pretty much knew I found them attractive, I think the main reason they invited me to these was because they knew I would lick each and every one of their slits if they asked me to.

This night was different. My mouth started watering at the thought of burying my head between Samantha's creamy thighs. Instead they placed a laptop on my lap.

Erica, you have to sit through three different porn videos of our choosing!" Samantha smirked.

Porn? Ok. Bring on the ladies!

... When they selected the first video I remembered that I wouldn't be the one choosing. The first video was gay porn, guy on guy. It didn't really do too much for me needless to say. The next was a stereotypical wife at home gets plowed by the handieman... and I'm not sure if it was the woman in the video that was getting me off or if it was seeing what the man could do to her to make her moan. Here I though sex with guys would be boring. This guy kept doing so many things and this woman could stop moaning.

Looking back now I realized that all porn is fake, but I also realized something about myself. I wasn't so much a lesbian as I am a pansexual. I thought I was a lesbian because I loved woman, and I do, but I got off on pleasing them. With guys, they were so foreign to me I had no idea what they liked and how to touch them or how they reacted to be touched. It felt like after seeing that video, a switch was turned.

I was able to get an idea of what the male body liked. I had been messing around with girls so much guys were now this magical creature just waiting to be discovered! My mind started racing. I wanted to explore this need of pleasing a man... but with who?

I went to an all girl school... so my list of male friends was basically nonexistent. I didn't really trust my friends brothers to take me seriously and I didn't really know them too well. The only real male in my life that I was close to was my dad, but that was out of the question....

But was it really?....

Both of my parents never hide sex from me- I don't mean they fucked in front of me, I mean it wasn't something to be ashamed of, that included sexuality. If I had a question about sex I asked my mom and she answered without batting an eye. My parents also were not quiet while having sex. It never occurred to me that it would be weird to listen to your parents...

Now after my enlightenment whenever I listen to my parents have sex I started imagining how my father would use my mother's body to please him. What did he like? What would she do to him? I started touching myself when I could hear them. I was picturing myself with my father instead of my mother. I briefly felt weird about it but I liked how it made me feel a lot. Was it bad that I was having these thoughts and feelings?

I decided that I needed to explore this more, but I couldn't just ask my dad to fuck me. Things would have to happen slowly.

I was nervous this morning. I started thinking about how maybe this was a bad idea but I convinced myself that I NEEDED this. I went to school in one of my old uniforms. The shirt and skirt were both tight and small. I have the excuse to the Sisters that none of my regular ones were clean. I knew my dad had off today so they called him to come pick me up, saying my attire was indecent.

I sat in the principals office waiting for my father. My red hair was pulled back into two low ponytails. The skirt I was wearing barely covered my ass when I sat down and my shirt looked like it was ready to pop open.

I looked like a girl ready to short a porno.

 

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I suppose I started to sense something had changed with my daughter when I was summoned to her school because she was in the principal's office. Ordinarily Valerie (my wife) handles stuff like this, but I'd taken the day to deal with the contractor planning a remodel on our master bath. Consequently, I ended up at the Saint Maria's School for Girls.

The principal's feathers were ruffled -- ironic, given her penguin-style nun's habit -- because Erica had first dressed inappropriately and then allegedly given the principal "a little backtalk". I discounted the latter, though; the principal was so humorless that I doubted she regarded most anything as potential insubordination.

I couldn't disagree with her on the dress code violation, though. Yes, Erica was wearing a school uniform, but apparently one from her first year when she still looked like a middle schooler. I'd always had some vague sense Erica had curves, but then so did her mother. I suspect Valerie's personal familiarity with how to downplay her own voluptuous figure had helped disguise Erica's, so I hadn't really noticed just how much she'd changed in recent years.

I couldn't escape that now. The too snug blouse was fully buttoned, but the cotton gapped noticeably between each button due to the significant strain it was under. Consequently, small glimpses of cleavage and pale pink bra were visible through these ill-fitting spaces. As such, I was forced to recognize that my little baby girl now had immense melons.

Erica apologized profusely and so did I, but the principal thought that sending Erica home to change was the best course. I suspect that she thought Erica's blouse might lose containment at the any moment, causing her boobs to surge forth in dramatic fashion. I couldn't exactly disagree.

I waited till we got home to speak to Erica about it. I was pretty irritated about it by then. "What the hell were you thinking, Erica? I realize you're a growing girl, but don't tell me you don't have a uniform that fits. You know better than to do something foolish like this. I shouldn't have to come pick you up at school and have some nun lecture me about my parenting skills."

Erica was always such a quiet, obedient daughter for the most part that I didn't know what make of this brazen behavior. But little did I know just what awaited me.

 

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The Good Girl, Feigning Remorse

"What the hell were you thinking, Erica? I realize you're a growing girl, but don't tell me you don't have a uniform that fits. You know better than to do something foolish like this. I shouldn't have to come pick you up at school and have some nun lecture me about my parenting skills."

Normally when Dad yelled at me, I shrank down. The visual of me doing that was still the same, but mentally... I was going through something else. Hearing my dad's deep voice scolding me had me shuddering and pressing my thighs tightly against each other. Was I a masochist or a submissive or something? Why was this turning me on?

"I'm sorry..." My voice went up an octave and came out softly as I uttered the next word, ".... Daddy." That too made me shudder as I started picturing myself moaning that out while I was beneath him. I feel feel my clit swell. I was starting to soak my panties.

"Do you want me to change now... Daddy?" I slip off my school jacket as I look at you. I'm sitting there in just my tight shirt and skirt. I wait for your reply, I know the answer but what I didn't know is if I was actually going to follow through with my plan. Maybe it was too ambitious. I should think of something more subtle. I decide to hold off, and just look up at him with my big sad blue eyes, as I tried to feign remorse to making you leave to come get me.

"Do I really have to go back to school? By the time you bring me back I'll just be coming home again in a half hour." I wet my lips and then lightly bit my bottom lip that was naturally pouty. "Can't I just stay here with you? You can punish me however you see fit. I promise I'll be a good girl."

I wasn't really sure if I believed that last bit.

I decide to try and pull at your heartstrings.

"I... feel like I never get to see you anymore... Daddy. You've been working more and I miss you."

 

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Do you want me to change now... Daddy?

I sighed. Erica clearly wanted to avoid a lecture and honestly I didn't feel all that comfortable giving one. Valerie had established over the course of our marriage that my understanding of women's fashion was limited. Consequently, I largely kept mum on commenting on what either she or Erica wore.

"Fine, " I declared. "Go up to your room and change. You're just lucky that your principal didn't decide to suspend you. Being sent home for the rest of the day is almost a gift coming from her."

Erica dutifully headed for the stairs while I fumed in the kitchen. I was irked at my daughter and her principal and her school and just life in general.

Eventually I decided to burn off my frustration with some exercise. I went upstairs to the master bedroom and changed into my swim trunks. I'd been on my collegiate relay team and still swam regularly to stay in shape. I was no Michael Phelps, but I could still fit into the same Speedo size I wore back then.

I knocked on Erica's door before I went out back. "I'm going to swim laps, Erica," I announced through the door. "I want you to get to work on your school assignments. Just because you got sent home is no reason to fall behind in your studies."

I left her door and padded out to the pool. I slipped into water and began to stroke across to the opposite side.