Message-ID: <7384eli$9801161612@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "terry schulz" Subject: "At His Daughter's Mercy"PART FOUR:(Mf;teen;inc;cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980116084620.26759.qmail@hotmail.com> "At His Daughter's Mercy" PART FOUR: Mf; teen; inc; cons by Schulzie A half-hour had passed, and Dana Sykes still lay in bed recovering from her very first orgasm at the tender age of 14 years. It wasn't even the middle of the afternoon yet, and already she felt as though she had experienced more in a few short hours than she had in her whole lifetime. Only a little while ago, Dana laid eyes on her first penis, a grown man's penis, her own father's penis. Not only had she seen it, but she had touched it, too. It was huge and it was beautiful. When she saw drawings of penises in her sex ed book, she thought they were kind of silly looking. But now, having seen her Daddy's penis, up close and personal, she thought it was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen. With her Daddy asleep on top of the bed, his robe slightly open, she managed to slowly pull his robe ever so slightly to expose all of his intimate parts to her admiring gaze. She saw his scrotal sac which contained those big balls. She saw his flaccid penis which, for some reason she didn't understand, had folds of skin which covered his glans. She was disappointed not to be able to see the head of his penis, but by carefully rolling the skin back she was able to get a look at what was hidden by the skin. She couldn't believe how large her father's penis was when it was soft. It was as big soft as the average man's penis was hard. She had a pretty good idea of what it looked like when it was erect because of the size of the bulge his erect penis had created in his underwear when she had seen it earlier in the morning. And she almost saw her father have a complete erection when, as she was playing with it, it began to grow in her hand. Only her quick exit out of his bedroom when he started to stir prevented her from seeing it at its full glory. She was lucky that her father was unaware of her playing with his penis while he slept under the influence of the pain pills he was taking for his skiing accident the night before. With both wrists in casts, he was going to be incapacitated for awhile. And she would have to do things for him until his wrists were healed. Like this morning when she had to hold his cup for him so he could drink his coffee. Better yet, when she had to help him pull his underwear down so he could go use the toilet or put his robe on him afterwards. He had kept his back to her both times so she didn't get to see his penis right then. But she did get to see his hard, tight butt both times. But all of her thoughts and activities of the day, centering on her Daddy's massive male organ, had made her horny beyond her belief. No wonder she had to masturbate after that long, lingering look she just had at her father's naked penis. And actually touching it and beginning to feel it grow in her tiny, teenaged hand only made her need to touch herself more demanding. Her masturbation led to her first glorious orgasm ever. But in the process, her replaying of the experience only moments before in her father's bedroom led her to one conclusion. She was not going to be satisfied with just seeing his penis or touching it. She was going to have it inside her virgin hole. She knew it was going to happen. She didn't know how, but she knew she would have to initiate it because her father never would. She didn't know when, but she knew it would be soon. With his wrists in those casts, she knew that she would have to become his hands; feeding him, dressing him and...bathing him. And she wasn't exactly sure how he would succumb to her plans, but she had time on her side. Eventually, she would have him where she wanted him...in her vagina. She didn't have to wait long for her plans to begin. After she let her father sleep a little bit longer, she heard the toilet in his bathroom flush. He was awake, she realized, and she started to go check on him. Then it occurred to her: if she was going to seduce him soon, she better give him a little enticement. She looked at the flannel nightie she was still wearing since this morning, and replaced it with something more revealing. Looking through her dresser, she had come upon a sheer set of baby doll pajamas her Aunt Suzi had given her for her 14th birthday. Not only were they skimpy, with the bottoms barely covering her developing adolescent butt, they were also nearly transparent. When the top pressed against her swelling teenaged breasts, you could see her pink nipples showing clearly through the thin material. And through the bottoms, the outline of her brown pubic hair was obvious to anyone who might look at her crotch. Though she had worn it several times, she never wore it when her father was around without a robe on top of it. She knew he would be too embarrassed. But she was going to wear it now, whether it embarrassed him or not. On second thought, she put her robe on, reasoning that she better spring it on him slowly when the time was right. She walked down to his room, hoping she could put the first phase of her plan into effect. Knocking on the door, she said, "Daddy? Can I come in? Are you decent?" Jim replied, "Sure, honey. Come on in." Dana opened the door to find her father sitting up now on the edge of his bed, robe on, looking at the various scrapes and bruises on his body from that tumble he took on the slopes the night before. "You really got it bad last night, didn't you, Daddy?" "I'll say," he replied, "but it could've been worse. If I hadn't gotten my hands up in time, I might've gone head first into that tree. I guess I'm lucky." Dana went to him and gave him a big hug. "Oh, Daddy. I'm so glad you didn't get hurt worse. I don't know what I'd do without you!" As she hugged him, she pushed her young breasts into his chest, and squeezed him tight. She not only meant to demonstrate her daughterly love for him, she also felt compelled to show him the affection of a young, lusty woman. She wished they were naked, she and her Daddy, so her naked breasts could touch his chest. She imagined what it would be like if he could see her most intimate parts just like she had seen his earlier that day. She pictured her Daddy's eyes, gazing at her breasts and her nipples that were poking out even now as she hugged him. Would he like them, she wondered? In her mind, she could see his eyes travelling down the length of her young lithe body, admiring her smooth, white skin until he focused in on the triangle formed by her downy-soft, light-brown hair covering her womanhood. Would he get an erection from seeing his own daughter's most secret part, she pondered as she pulled away from him, giving him a kiss on the cheek in the process. As she stepped back, she looked at his face. "Daddy! Look at your face!" Dana must not have noticed it before, but there were scratch marks on her father's face, and patches of dirt here and there on his nose and cheeks and forehead from taking that spill the night before. She took his arm, gently, and pulled him up. "Let's go to the bathroom and let me clean your face up, Daddy. You're a mess!" Dana was surprised by the look on her father's face and his body language how childlike he was becoming. He didn't seem to mind being led to the bathroom, complying with her tugging at his arm, and treating him as the helpless person he had temporarily become. She walked him into the bathroom, pushed him firmly by the shoulders down onto the toilet seat. She took the washcloth from the rod on the wall, wet it with a little soap and water, and began to clean up some of the dirt from his face. Jim sat there watching as his daughter, ever so carefully and lovingly, took the washcloth to his face. Part of him felt bad having to put Dana in the position of taking care of him while he healed. Yet, he felt a father's pride that he had raised such a fine daughter who would do what she had to do to help him in his situation. He looked at her face as she tended to his face. She seemed so willing to take care of him, even though she surely had better things to do than take care of her clumsy father who brought this upon himself with his less than skillful skiing. She's such a good girl to be doing this for me, he thought to himself as he continued watching Dana tend to his face. For Dana's part, this was only the first step on the path of getting her Daddy to make love to her. It might not happen tonight, she knew, but she was going to have him. All she wanted to do was to plant a little seed in his mind. As she finished up his face, she lifted his chin and discovered his neck was dirty, too. And so was the top of his chest, at least the part she could see at the opening at the top of his robe. Time for the next step, she figured. "Daddy, you're a mess all over. You really need to get cleaned up. You need a bath!", she said to him, almost as though admonishing her father like he was a small boy who had been playing in the dirt. When Jim heard that, he misunderstood. "I guess a little sponge bath wouldn't hurt," he said. "Sponge bath? Daddy, it's more than just how you look," Dana said, lying a little bit, "but you're beginning to smell, uh...a little funky, too. No offense, Daddy, but you're beginning to smell a little bit. You need to hop in the shower, and wash that odor off of you." Jim just looked at her, mouth open. Then he said, holding up his hands, "And how am I gonna do that with these on?", referring to the casts on his hands and wrists. "They'll get all wet!" "Don't be silly," she replied, "we'll wrap some plastic bags around your hands and arms and seal them with tape so they don't get wet." "And just how am I supposed to wash myself with my hands wrapped up in plastic bags?", Jim wanted to know. Without hesitating, Dana answered him. "I'm going to wash you, Daddy?" Jim looked at his young daughter, shocked at the suggestion. "You'll do no such thing! You can't wash me. I'm your father. I'd be too embarrassed. You'd be embarrassed, too. No, I won't hear of it." Dana stood in front of her father, put her hands on his shoulders, and spoke to him firmly. "You're being ridiculous, Daddy. Didn't you use to give me a bath when I was little?" "That was different. You were younger then, and you couldn't wash yourself!" "Just like you are helpless now, and you can't wash yourself. Besides, wouldn't you insist on washing me if the situation was reversed? Suppose I was the one wearing casts on my arms. Wouldn't you be the one to take care of me?" She grinned at him. "I would not," he said, "I'd have your Aunt Suzi come and help you." "Aunt Suzi? Daddy, Aunt Suzi lives 200 miles away, has three kids, and works part-time. Do you really think she's gonna drive all that way just to give me a bath? Be serious. If I were the one who was hurt, you'd have to bathe me." Jim was beginning to lose the argument. "I would not! I'd have one of your girl friends come over and help bathe you!" "Daddy!!! That's gross! I couldn't ask one of my friends to wash my body. They'd think I was a lesbian or something! How about you? Do you want me to call Mr. Bill, your friend from work, and ask him to come over and give you a bath? How would you feel about that?" Dana was pleased with herself. She could tell from the look on her father's face that she had just won the battle. Jim looked down at his feet. He knew Dana was right. She would have to help him take a shower. There was no other way. "Okay...okay...but, we need to do this with the least amount of embarrassment...for both of us." He paused. "I know I'm going to feel funny having you see me...naked. And I'm sure it won't be easy for you to have to look at your father's co...uh, I mean...my privates." Dana's ears perked up at her father's word choice, that is, his "almost" word choice. He almost started to use another word for "penis". She wasn't sure what the word was, but she could tell he was about to use a dirty word. It kind of surprised her that her Daddy knew any dirty words. Oh, he'd occasionally let loose with some "hells" and "damns", and the occasional "shit", but she had never heard him say anything dirtier...until today. He had another name for his penis, and she was determined to find out what that word was. After considering her father's concerns, Dana replied, "Daddy, I understand this could be a little embarrassing for both of us, but I think I'll be alright with it...if you will." And then, to show her maturity, she added, "I'll respect your dignity." Dana had no idea where those words came from, but they seemed to work. Her father seemed a little more relaxed with the idea now. "Listen, here's what we'll do. You get in the bathtub, close the shower curtain, and take off your robe. I'll go downstairs to the kitchen and get some plastic trash bags to put around your arms. Okay?" Jim sighed and stood motionless for a minute. "C'mon, Daddy. I'll be right back with the bags, then we'll get you all cleaned up. And we'll make it quick." Dana had no intention of making it quick, but if she could get her father to go along with her plan at this point, the next step would be much easier. "Go ahead. Get behind the shower curtain and get ready." She watched as her Daddy stepped into the tub, and closed the shower curtain behind him. She started to head for the kitchen to get the plastic bags, when she heard her father call to her. Oh, no. He's not going to back out now, she worried. "Yes, Daddy?" "Sweetie? Would you help Daddy get his robe off? Please?" Dana just smiled. Yes! He's gonna go through with it. "Sure, Daddy. You can't take a shower with your robe on, can you?" She opened the shower curtain. There was her father, his back turned towards her, waiting for his daughter to remove his robe. Gently, she helped him get the robe off, leaving his backside exposed to her again, just like earlier this morning. This would be different though. This morning, she could only look at his firm butt. Now, in just a few minutes, she would be doing more than just looking at it. She would be touching it, soaping it up, and squeezing it as she'd wash it. She'd be able to feel those hard butt muscles she had seen earlier. But that wasn't all. In a little while, she'd be washing his penis and his balls. She'd be lathering them in her tiny teenaged hands, feeling the roundness of his balls resting in their sac, and stroking that huge penis she had touched this morning. And, if all went as she had planned, she would finally get to feel her Daddy's fully erect penis in her hands. 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