by Writing Shark
Alice sees you between her legs
The warmed air in the room is chilly on her hot, dripping pussy. Alice is so in love that she even likes to spread her legs wide and obscenely for her own father, nothing a young woman should du but everything she wants in life. Willingly and in love she presents her overflowing snatch to him and while her father gets into position Alice reaches down and willingly pulls her opening apart, presenting him her jerky opening, smeared with her thick juices. She doesn’t know what’s happening, is too inexperienced. She’s only been fantasizing about sex with her father for a week, and for less than a day she’s understood that it’s normal for a young girl. She is so ashamed that she can’t help him, but knows it wouldn’t do any good anyway.
Her father, James… no, her caring daddy knows exactly how to make a woman happy. Alice is a girl and it feels so good to let him guide her. He doesn’t want her to doubt herself, have bad feelings or mistrust herself. He is there for her and he wants her to enjoy what he is doing to her.
Alice feels so good. Her nipples ache, her vagina throbs with desire and even though she is completely exhausted she runs over with her slick juices wetting the sides of her thighs. Her hair looks terrible, her chest is flushed as well as her cheeks and the tip of her nose but all this only makes her more beautiful in her father’s eyes.
Alice feels his eyes on her shaky body and bites her finger to lie still, at least making it easier for him to look at her naked body. She wants to tell him so much, to thank him so much, to ask him what she can do for him, but she remembers the ache in her nipples and when her daddy pushes himself between her thighs, pushing them even a little further apart and she feels his steady breath on her wet skin, Alice Winters understands completely.
She doesn’t have to be beautiful. All of her friends do their best, at all times, to look beautiful for the boys at school, the teachers, or whoever. Girls like Valerie have their whole lives focused on that. For daddy I am beautiful, but I don’t have to be. Daddy cares about something else.
She doesn’t have to be smart either. Her guidance counselor Grace Hoover, mother of Valerie, is especially concerned about that. She wants to encourage Alice. My daddy says I’m smart. He is proud of me. But I don’t have to be smart for him to love me. He wants something else from me.
James loves Alice, she is sure of it now and her little young heart almost bursts with joy at the thought and she begins to sob slightly as she realizes that she will never be unhappy again in her life. Her daddy won’t let that happen. And Alice, in tears and jittery through desire and love, understands what she must do to finally conquer the big, threatening question, with the help of her daddy. What must she do to prove herself worthy of him?
“I love you daddy!” cries Alice in tears, choking, coughing, and her daddy is there, waiting with his head between her legs, smiling at her. She smiles back through the valley formed by her small breasts. “I love you! I will do everything you tell me to do! Always! I will never doubt myself! You will make a good girl out of me! And I will please you! I’ll do anything to make you proud of me daddy! I’m smart for you! I’m beautiful for you! Daddy I love you! I…”
Then her mouth flaps open in a silent scream, Alice tears her eyes open, fixes the master of her life, of her soul. She can only inhale, gasp for air, has forgotten how to exhale.
Her daddy licks with his tongue once, twice deeply and carefully through her wet folds and just turns off her brain. Alice ceases to exist and becomes her daddy’s toy, filled with lust, love and good feelings. She can’t scream as his tongue snakes upward to her clit and slides over it, once, twice.
Alice comes, quietly, silently but powerful. Her daddy holds her with all his might as she braces herself against him. He holds her tight and allows her to nestle against him with all the strength her girlish body can muster, against his mouth and tongue.
Alice comes again the moment he puts his finger inside her. Her walls massage him but he does something else, writhing and finding…
Alice comes again and the waves of her orgasm mix with the next one, erasing her brain, turning it into smush and her into a stuttering, whimpering, babbling, praying being that belongs entirely to him.
Then his finger starts to work, a second one joins in and rubs skillfully over a spot Alice doesn’t know exists. His tongue snakes over her sensitive clit sending lightning bolts through her young tormented body like rapid fire that consumes her.
Alice is no longer in control of her body and where her head rolls powerlessly from side to side her legs press tightly together but her daddy is stronger than her, much stronger and holds her in place. Her lungs burn, everything aches in a perfect, delicious way and a pleasant, pressure-filled emptiness spreads through Alice as she feels something coming, much stronger than anything she has ever felt in her life. Much stronger than anything she has felt tonight.
She loves that she is afraid of what is coming and that her daddy will lead her.
Her brain is no longer functioning properly, but a small part of it is still focused on her father, making it seem so light. But then everything becomes colorful, white and bright as Alice senses that something incredibly big is happening. She never expected something like this to exist in the universe and she is a young girl. She is afraid.
“Don’t be afraid honey” says her father and raises his head. It takes all the strength Alice has left to look at him. And she believes him. The feeling weakens a bit when James stops caressing her and gives her a warm smile. She’s never seen him like that, and her heart swells at the sight. “You’re perfect for me.”
“Daddy…”
Then he gets back to work and the feeling comes back. Her world turns white and Alice screams as loud as she can, but hears nothing, doesn’t know where or when she is. Her brain dissolves, her body floats and falls at the same time. And Alice screams. And this time she hears herself through the fog of pleasure and the rush of her blood in her ears. She screams out her father’s name. Over and over and over again.
“James! James! James! Daddy!”
Then her world goes black and Alice Winters lets herself fall into the comfortable depths while the last thought in the last part of her battered self thinks of her daddy.
Writing Shark 