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Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2001 23:10:03 -0500
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Dear Daddy By Scorpio00155(c)

   One of the biggest mistakes I ever made was to start keeping a diary, it
was also one of the best things that I ever did.  I started jotting things
down when I was twelve and as I grew up my entries grew more and more
detailed until I was writing everything in my diary and I mean everything.
My hopes, my dreams, and my wishes they all got written down.  When my
periods started and finished, my first time with a man, my most recent
sexual adventure, who, where, when, how and how many times, it all went
into my diary.  At seventeen I had gone through a lot of diaries, each one
was lovingly wrapped and stored in my dresser, each one containing memories
to be read and savoured and each damned one containing at least one entry a
month detailing what I felt for my father.

   It was my greatest secret, my greatest shame and my greatest desire all
rolled into one, I wanted to have sex with my father.  I'd had this desire
since I was eleven and over the years it had grown rather than diminished,
but I knew that it could never be.  Nevertheless I wrote all the things I
wanted my father to do to me in my diaries in full, glorious detail, I
could climax just reading some of those entries.  The latest diary was the
worst of the lot, each week contained an entry detailing what I wanted my
father to do to me ranging

   The trouble started when my stepmother found my diaries.  They all had
locks, but she was a nosy cow and the locks were simple affairs that could
be opened with a pin; I came home from school to find her fuming in the
living room with one of my early diaries in her hand.

   "You dirty minded little bitch!" she spat at me waving the diary in the
air.

   Seeing the diary I knew that there was no point in playing dumb so I
played outraged instead, snatching the diary from her hand I glared at my
stepmother.

   "Just who the hell do you think you are prying into my private things?"
I snarled, "It's bad enough you go digging around in my room, but to pick
the lock on one of my diaries is going way too far!"

   "Not far enough by the looks of it," she snapped back, "you are sick,
perverted!  Just wait until your father hears about this, he'll have you
put away!"

   There was no love lost between my step-mother and myself, there never
had been, I had hated her from the moment I had met her; I saw the side of
her my father never seemed to notice, the vicious, scheming, spiteful side,
but I had never mentioned it to my father as I knew he loved her.  She had
filled the gap left in his heart when my mother had died.  The thought of
her telling my father what was in my diaries filled me with dread, dad was
broad minded, but even he would be sickened by what he read.  I knew
pleading with my stepmother not to tell my father would do no good so I did
the only thing I could do under the circumstances, went to my room and
cried.  I retreated with my stepmother railing me all the way up the
stairs, slamming my door I threw myself on my bed and wept like a little
girl.  My father would be home all too soon and I just knew that the first
thing he would hear was all about the entries in my diaries.  Looking over
at my dresser I saw that the drawer where I kept my diaries was still open,
the diaries themselves were strewn all over the dresser and floor, sniffing
back my tears I went over to the dresser and gathered the diaries together.
Every one of them had been opened, my step-mother had really done a job on
them and must have spent ages going through them, sighing I replaced them
in the drawer, closed it then headed back to my bed.  From downstairs I
heard the sound of the front door opening and I knew that my father was
home, my step-mother's rasping voice greeted him in the hall and even
through my closed bedroom door I could hear her shouting out her news,
wiping my eyes I headed for the door to face the music.

   "Disgusting, quite disgusting!" my stepmother was saying in her prim,
'butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth' voice.

   I looked at my father, his face was livid, I had never seen him looking
so angry and for a moment I wondered if he would do what my stepmother had
claimed he would do, have me locked up in a sanatorium.  My heart sank as
he looked in my direction, there was disgust in his eyes, it broke my heart
to think that what I had written would drive my father from me and I felt
tears streaming down my face as my cheeks went red with shame.

   "Shut up Grace!" Dad snapped at my stepmother.

   "What?  But I..." she gaped.

   "SHUT UP!" Dad roared, "I've heard just about enough out of you.  How
dare you got through Lisa's things?  Just what gives you the right to pry
into other people's private affairs?"

   "But Adam," she gasped, "I was only..."

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing, my father wasn't angry with me he
was angry with her, but despite that I knew that he would soon turn his
attention to me and I dreaded that moment.

   "You were only nosing around, prying into matters that don't concern
you!" Dad went on in a low voice full of anger, "The same way you pry into
my business papers and don't even dare to deny it.  I've let you get away
with murder Grace, I've even turned a blind eye to all your fancy men, but
not this time, oh no."

   "Adam I don't know what you mean." my step-mother said haughtily, "I've
always been faithful to you."

   "What you mean is you've always come back to me!" Dad snapped, "Not the
same thing at all.  Well it's over Grace, finished.  I got a call from your
latest lover today, he called me some rather nasty names because I wouldn't
give you a divorce..."

   My stepmother had gone pale as my father spoke, it was a shock to me to
learn that she had been having lovers, but in hindsight I don't know why I
was so surprised about it.  She was just the sort of woman to act that way,
dad was her meal ticket, and the rest were her fun.

   "I put his mind at rest," Dad continued, "he'll be here in an hour to
pick you up.  You'd better go and pack all your things because I don't want
you within a mile of this house again!"

   She tried to sweet-talk him into changing his mind, but the blinkers had
been torn from his eyes and he would have none of her sugary words; even
her tears didn't affect him and she retreated sobbing to pack her bags. 
Then my father turned his attention to me, I gulped in anticipation of his
outburst.

   "Go to your room Lisa." He said quietly then turned away from me.

   Stunned I watched him trudge into the living room; with a sob I ran up
to my room and threw myself on my bed.  I'd been ready for anything but
that quiet dismissal, it had hurt me more than a thousand sharp words would
have done.  In my heart I knew that he didn't love me any more and I sobbed
into my pillow desolately.  Some time later I heard my step-mother going
down the stairs, pleading and wailing at my father to let her stay, not to
throw her out; my father's reply was so loud that I heard every word of it
in my room.

   "Throw you out?" Dad roared, "Be glad I don't toss you through that door
on your fanny!  After your latest lover called I did a bit of digging,
you've been at it since the day we got back from our honeymoon, I've got
some professionals working on it now and everything they find will be
brought out in court!  God what a blind fool I've been!"

   "At least I've only committed adultery!" my stepmother screeched back,
"I don't have perverted fantasies about my father!"

   "Probably because you don't know who he is!" Dad retorted, "And just for
your education, almost all children, boy or girl, get a crush on their
mother or father, they grow out of it which is more than can said for you!
Now get out!"

   The front door slammed loudly and then there was silence, ages passed as
I sat crying alone while I waited for my father to call me down, with every
minute that passed my visions of his punishment grew to horrifying
proportions, I imagined him being on the telephone calling a sanatorium to
take me away.  I nearly jumped out of my skin when there was a gentle
tap-tap at the door to my room.

   "Come in." I sniffed trying to stop the flow of my tears.

   My father came into the room, he looked at me and smiled.

   "Well," He sighed sadly, "you did warn me.  Ah well, it's over now."

   "Dad," I rushed in, "about my diaries..."

   "I'm sorry about that Lisa," Dad sighed as he came over to me, "I never
really believed what Grace was truly like although I think I knew it all
along but just didn't want to accept it."

   I was very puzzled, my father was apologising to me for what had
happened, it was as though he was unconcerned with my sick desires, my
heart leapt at the thought that he was not going to punish me or send me
away.

   "You won't send me away will you?" I blurted in my relief.

   "Why on earth would I send you away?" He laughed.

   "For what I wrote," I sighed, "the things I want...I mean wanted to do
with you."

   "Oh that," He grinned, "Lisa I've known about those things that you
wrote for years.  Who do you think kept your room tidy until recently?  Not
Grace, that's for sure and definitely not a growing little girl."

   "You read them?" I gasped in surprise.

   "Only when you left them lying around unlocked." He grinned as he sat on
the bed beside me, "I have to admit that I was a little surprised the first
time I came across an entry about me, but after a while I felt flattered.
You certainly do have a fertile imagination though young lady."

   "You really don't mind?" I gaped at him.

   "Not in the least." He replied with a laugh, "I used to have the same
sort of fantasies about my mother.  Anyway, you should know me better than
that, I don't give a damn what people do as long as they..."

   "Don't hurt anyone." I finished for him, "But incest?"

   "Why not," He grinned, "if it gives someone pleasure what difference
does it make who you do it with.  Why the hell should I get all het up over
a couple committing incest, they aren't bothering me so why should I bother
them."

   I breathed a deep sigh of relief and cursed my own foolishness for
forgetting just how open minded my father was.  Hell, he had brought me up
to accept people for what they were not as I would like them to be, he'd
even made sure that I was safely on the pill the minute I started to show
an interest in boys.  Not once had my father restricted me, not once had he
suggested I that shouldn't enjoy sex, I should have known that he wouldn't
be shocked by anything in my diaries and I silently cursed myself again. 
Then I wondered how many of my entries he had read, I looked at him and
smiled, he gave me a wink and grinned then went to stand up.

   "Dad," I said quickly, "how much of my scribbling did you read?"

   "Only a few entries here and there," He laughed, "usually I was in too
much of a rush to do more than lock them for you."

   "Would you like to read them?" I offered on the spur of the moment, "All
of them?"

   "Lisa, I don't want to intrude on your private memories." He smiled
tussling my hair, "Thanks for the offer though."

   "No, I mean it dad," I smiled, "if you would like to read all the dirt I
won't mind at all and it won't be an intrusion."

   "Well I must admit to being curious about my little girl's activities."
Dad laughed, "If you're sure then I'll have a browse after dinner. 
Speaking of which I'd better go get it ready."

   "Why not phone an order through to the chinkies?" I suggested.

   "You're on." He laughed.

   Dad left me alone and while he was downstairs ordering our dinner I
gathered up five years worth of diaries and took them down to the living
room.

   "It will be ready by the time I get there," Dad said as I entered the
living room, "won't be long love."

   He wasn't, half an hour after he had gone he was back again and with him
came the wonderful smell of Chinese food; we dished up quickly and gorged
ourselves on rice, noodles, chicken, and pork.  Stuffed we sat back and
sighed, laughing as we both made the same sound at the same time, for some
reason the house seemed to be much more relaxed and I put this down to
Grace's departure.  My father poured us both an after dinner drink while I
sorted the stack of diaries out into their years, grinning my father handed
me my glass and sat down beside me, leaning forward he picked up the first
dairy and opened it.  He read quietly, sipping from his glass and chuckling
from time to time at something I had written.  I felt excited by the fact
that my father was reading what I had written both about him and my other
boyfriends.  When his glass was empty I fixed him another drink, he thanked
me and went back to my diaries with a huge smile on his face.

   "Well I'll be damned." He said suddenly.

   "What?" I asked feeling a little worried at his exclamation.

   "The dirty old bugger," Dad laughed and I knew that he had come across
the entry where I had detailed my first sexual experience, "I never would
have believed that old boy would have had the strength, he must have been
seventy if he was a day."

   Laughing he continued reading, I felt relief and excitement as he went
over all my most intimate details, relief that he was not upset or annoyed,
excited at his learning of my exploits.  A little while later he closed the
diary, put it on the table and reached for the next one.

   "You've been a busy little girl." He commented with a grin as he opened
the second diary.

   "In case you hadn't noticed," I responded with a broad grin, "I'm not a
little girl any more."

   "Oh I had noticed all right." Dad laughed looking at my boobs.

   "Dad!" I laughed pushing out my chest a bit more.

   He grinned then went back to his reading.  Over the next couple of hours
he read all of my diaries except the latest one, while he read I'd kept our
glasses topped up and sat watching him with a growing feeling of
excitement. From time to time he'd make a comment or jokingly dig at me for
something I had done and I'd respond in kind.  Putting the last diary aside
my father looked at me and grinned.

   "You have been a busy girl." He said with a sparkle in his eyes, "I'm
surprised that you are still writing about me though what with all your
other adventures.  Did you really get laid by a coach party?"

   "Yes," I laughed, "I really did and a drunken lot of sods they were
too."

   Dad was referring to an entry about my bust up with a boyfriend half way
back to London on the M4 motorway, the bastard had pulled over, thrown me
out of the car and driven away.  In pouring rain I'd walked to a service
station where a works party was boozing up on the last leg of their return
trip, they'd been going my way and I had been only too happy to accept
their offer of a lift knowing full well that I risked getting the arse
fucked off me if I wasn't careful.  I'd been careful, but not careful
enough; though I'm not quite sure where I made my mistake, getting on the
coach probably, whatever the reason I ended up getting screwed on the back
seat by twenty guys who could barely stand, which didn't stop them lying
down, on top of me that is.  Grinning at my father I pulled the current
diary from under me, the cover was warm where I had been sitting on it and
dad laughed as I handed it to him.

   "This one must be hot stuff," He quipped, "the cover's warm."

   "It's my current diary," I laughed, "it's warm because I've been sitting
on it."

   He smiled and opened the book, his eyes flicked over the entries reading
them and digesting their contents; he'd almost reached the end when his
eyebrows shot to the top of his head.  By his reaction I knew he had
reached the part where I described what my latest boyfriend had taught me
about bondage and spanking, I felt a little worried that I had shocked him
because at the end of the entry I had underlined 'God I loved it, my bum is
till burning, I wish dad would do the same to me'.

   Closing the diary my father looked at me and smiled, he drained his
glass and put it on the table then sat back and sighed.

   "I was right," He said softly, "it was hot stuff.  God I wish I'd had
half the opportunities you've had."

   "Oh come on dad," I laughed, "I'm sure you've done everything in my
diaries and then some."

   "Not really," He grinned, "I've never been gang-banged by a coach load
of women for one."

   "Oh you know what I mean." I grimaced at his reminder of that night.

   "Actually love," He smiled sadly, "There are a lot of things I haven't
done."

   "Like what?" I challenged.

   "Like having my cock sucked," He sighed, "your mother wouldn't do it and
Grace refused point blank.  Oh and like buggery and outdoors and bondage
and spanking.  Shall I go on?"

   "No," I laughed, "I get the idea.  What you need is a woman who will
suck you to erection, with her hands tied behind her back, who will then
let you bugger her while spanking her at the same time, oh yes and all in
the middle of a field."

   "Something like that." Dad laughed, "Do you know someone like that?"

   "Only one person." I grinned then frowned, "Dad, you don't mind that I
do all these things do you?"

   "Not at all darling." He grinned, "I may feel a little jealous, but
mind? Hell no.  Enjoy yourself for as long as you can Lisa, if I'd had the
same opportunities I'd have done everything you've done and more.  Things
weren't quite so easy in my youth and once I was married I stuck to my vows
no matter what the temptation was."

   "Well you've no vows to stick to now." I laughed, "Why not make up for
lost time?"

   "Sounds like a good idea," He laughed, "tell me the name of this woman
you know and I'll take it from there."

   "Lisa." I said softly.

   My father's jaw hit the floor and I blushed as he stared at me, I'd
blurted out my name while wishing that he'd take me up on it, now I knew
that if there had ever been a chance of having sex with my father I had
blown it.  Closing his mouth my father shook his head and stood up, he went
over to the drinks cabinet and poured himself a very large scotch, which he
downed in one go before turning to face me.

   "Are you serious?" He asked with a frown.

   "Yes." I admitted.

   "Do you realise what you are suggesting Lisa?" He said with a shake of
his head, "Fantasy is one thing, but to really...are you sure it's what you
really want?"

   "I'm positive." I replied firmly with growing hope.

   "Well," Dad drawled taking a deep breath, "shall we find a field then?"

   His sudden grin made my heart soar, I couldn't believe that my wildest
dreams were coming true and I laughed loudly as I stood up and went over to
him, he took me in his arms and grinned at me.  The next moment his lips
were pressing on mine, an electric tingle ran through me making my pussy
wet and my nipples hard as he kissed me in a very un-fatherly way, when he
parted our lips I felt breathless and hot.  Raising a hand I started to tug
at his shirt buttons, dad laughed and stroked my buttocks.

   "My, aren't you the eager one." He laughed as his hand slid up my back.

   "You've no idea how long I've dreamt about this." I laughed as I felt my
zip being pulled down.

   In the space of a few minutes we had stripped each other naked, and amid
a pile of discarded clothing my father turned me to face him and held me
out at arms length to study my body.  At the same time I let my eyes drop
to his cock, it was semi-erect and looked massive; licking my lips I
decided to do one of the things he had said he'd never done before.

   "You are beautiful Lisa," Dad sighed, "but I've always known that
anyway."

   He let go of me and smiled as his eyes travelled over my body again
making my skin tingle with excitement wherever he looked, smiling back at
him I dropped slowly to my knees with my hands running down his sides. 
Close to his cock looked huge, larger than any I had seen before and I had
seen quite a few, I looked up and smiled at the sight of his face flushed
with excitement at the thought of what I was about to do, he wasn't the
only one hot under the collar about it either.  Taking his cock in my hand
I rubbed it gently then leant forward and took the cap into my mouth, I ran
my tongue around the base of his cap and heard my father groan with
pleasure as his cock shot to full erection.  Sighing I sucked at his cap
for a while then pushed my mouth down over his shaft with my tongue sliding
on the underside of his hard flesh; when I could get no more in my mouth I
covered the rest of his cock with my hand and began to slide my mouth up
and down his length while wanking him with my hand.

   "Jesus that's good!" Dad gasped as I sucked him slowly.

   God was he right, his cock filled my mouth deliciously and I decided
that I was not only going to suck him I was going to make him cum in my
mouth then bring him back to erection again.  Moving my other hand to his
heavy balls I cupped and gently squeezed them making my father groan even
louder, the knowledge that he was my father and that I was the first woman
to do this to him was exciting me so much I was close to a climax.  When my
father eventually cried out a warning that he was cumming I pushed down on
him and felt my orgasm wash over me at the same time.  With a heavy jerk my
father's cock shot a flood of hot, sticky seed into my mouth, I had to
swallow desperately to cope with the initial flow, but once I'd caught up I
was sucking out his juices as fast as they flowed, their salty taste making
my orgasm all the more intense.  My father was gasping as I started to move
my mouth on him again, there was no sign of his cock shrinking, but I was
enjoying myself too much to stop just like that; when I did finally release
his cock my father drew me to my feet and kissed me.

   "Thank you my darling." He breathed as our lips parted.

   "My pleasure!" I laughed happily, "Shall we find a field now?"

   "Now," Dad grinned, "we go upstairs."

   He took my hand and led me up to his room, picking me up as we entered
he carried me over to the bed with me laughing happily; gently he lay me on
the bed then leant over and kissed me while his hands explored my body.  I
groaned into my father's mouth as his hands kneaded and squeezed my tits
then groaned even louder when he began to tease my nipples, it was as
though he knew exactly how to turn me on; his fingers squeezed my nipples
hard just the way I liked it and at the same time pulled at them making me
gasp and give a muffled cry of bliss.  After a while his lips left mine,
they slid down my body as one of his hands slid down to my pussy, his
fingers began rubbing at my clit at the same time that he sucked one of my
nipples into his mouth.  In a burst of ecstasy I was climaxing, the feel of
his mouth pulling and sucking at my nipple while his tongue rubbed and
pressed on it, and the firm pressure of his finger on my clit as he teased
it were sending me wild.

   Then he nipped my nipple with his teeth exactly the way I loved it and
my orgasm hit a new peak, crying out loudly I pushed my tit up to his mouth
and reached down to grasp his hard prick.  How my father knew just what I
liked was beyond me, mind you any sort of thought was beyond me at that
point as wave after wave of bliss crashed through my mind and body. 
Minutes or hours later my father's fingers left my clit and pushed into my
pussy, his thumb stayed with my clit while his fingers wriggled then slid
inside me, his pace just perfect, hard and fast, driving me wild with
passion time and time again as he moved his mouth over to my other nipple.

   "Oh sweet Jesus!" I gasped as his little finger pressed at my anus.

   My body exploded as an orgasm ripped through me, everything he was doing
was just right, just the way I loved it!  Crying out my bliss I jerked and
writhed on the bed, my head thrashing and my legs stretched out stiffly as
my senses reeled.  I was dimly aware of my father's hands and mouth moving
away from me some time later, the bed bounced and I knew that my father was
moving to mount me.  Lord was I wrong, instead of ramming his cock into me
he leant over and licked at my pussy.

   "God you taste wonderful." Dad sighed then licked at my pussy again.

   Although I noted his comment I was too busy climaxing to answer him, his
tongue was digging into my pussy to suck at my juices while the fingers of
one of his hands crushed my clit deliciously while the other hand was
tugging at my nipples.  Eventually my father was forced to sit up as my
body was jerking so much that there was no way he could keep his mouth or
tongue in place on me; sobbing in sheer ecstasy I opened my eyes and looked
up at my father, he smiled then shuffled forward between my open thighs. 
This time there was absolutely no doubt about what was to come, I felt
excited and frightened at the same time, so far everything had been hand or
mouth, now his huge cock was going to penetrate me and I felt my doubts
rising in pace with my excitement.  Dad lay over me, his weight supported
on his elbows as his body pressed down on mine, he looked into my eyes and
pressed his cock to my pussy, I felt panic rising in me, but I was
determined that I was going to have sex with my father even if he had to
rape me.

   "Are you sure about this Lisa?" Dad whispered.

   He must have seen the doubt and fear in my eyes, but this moment was
everything I had dreamt of for years and I was not about to let my fears
deny me my opportunity to fulfil my dreams.

   "I'm afraid daddy," I admitted quietly, "but I want you.  Do it, do it
now before I lose my nerve entirely."

   My father smiled and pushed forward, his prick spread my pussy lips then
sank a little way into me, he paused then with a hard jerk of his hips he
thrust his cock all the way into me and lay still.  In an instant my fear
was gone as I felt a burst of pleasure tear through me, his cock filled me
to stretching and poked up into my very womb, he groaned as my pussy
tightened around his hard flesh then pulled back to thrust into me again.
Yet again my father proved that he knew just what I liked, his thrusts were
hard and heavy while his withdrawals were slow and gentle it was a pace
that always drove me crazy with ecstasy and having my father doing it to me
made my bliss even more powerful.  Crying out I pushed up on his cock as he
thrust down; great shudders ran through me as an orgasm so powerful hit me
I thought I'd been electrocuted.  Once again my father groaned as my pussy
muscles clenched around him in orgasmic bliss, but he kept moving at that
glorious slow/hard pace that kept me cumming and cumming and cumming.

   Some time later, in mid-orgasm, I felt my father groan then push hard
into me, he gave a low cry and his cock jerked deep, deep inside me as his
seed jetted out to fill me with its heat.  My orgasm exploded into an
atomic scale blast of ecstasy that ripped my mind to shreds and left me
weak and breathless under my father as he started to move in me again.  For
ages he fucked me with his slowly shrinking tool and even when it grew limp
he was so large that he could keep on fucking me; I mewled and sobbed and
writhed weakly under my father and then screamed as I felt his cock start
to grow inside me again.  Then, just as his cock reached full erection, my
father pulled out of my pussy and sat back on his heels panting and puffing
as he smiled down at my shuddering body.

   "God you are tight darling." He breathed.

   He sat there watching me as I recovered slowly, after a while I had
enough breath to talk and I grinned up at my father.

   "What now?" I asked with a cheeky yet satisfied grin, "The field?"

   "The field can wait for another day." Dad grinned as he shuffled round
to sit by my side, "I know what I'd like to do, but..."

   "What is it you want to do?" I asked excitedly.

   "It was in your last diary," He grinned at my enthusiasm, "you wanted me
to tie your hands behind your back, bend you forward over the bed and spank
you until your arse was bright red and you begged me to stop..."

   "Then you'd fuck me in the arse!" I breathed as my body started shaking
again, "God yes!  I'm climaxing just talking about it!  Dad, there's some
KY jelly and some rope in the top of my wardrobe, get it and hurry!"

   My father bounced off the bed while I lay there and let my orgasm wash
over me, he was back a few moments later, in his hands he held the tube of
gel and a length of soft nylon cord; at the sight of him I shuffled down
the bed, stood up, turned my back to him and put my hands behind my back.
With gentle hands my father tied my wrists tightly, letting me guide him in
the amount of pressure there should be on the ropes.  As he tied the last
knot I felt my knees trembling with excitement and sagged down onto the end
of the bed as a climax ran through me.  Looking over my shoulder at my
father I saw him squeezing out some of the gel onto his cock, he spread it
over his skin then squeezed out some more onto one of his fingers, gently
he pushed his lubricated finger into my arse and I gasped and squirmed as
he fingered me for a few moments; twice more he did this before he was
satisfied that the way was properly greased.  Putting the tube aside my
father sat by my side and looked at my buttocks waving in the air, his hand
stroked my backside then rose.  Clenching my cheeks I waited for his hand
to come down and when it did, with a resounding crack, I let out a yelp of
pain and pleasure, he rubbed the spot he had struck then looked at my face.

   "Go on," I sighed, "do it."

   He raised his hand again and I let out another yelp as the sound of his
hand smacking against my skin filled the room, for ages he spanked me, in
between each blow he would rub my stinging buttocks to take some of the
sting from them, but with each blow the burning blissful sensations
lingered longer and more painfully.  God, I loved it!  As the tears
streamed down my face I yelped and cried out in ecstasy, twice I climaxed
as he beat my bum, both times dad kept on spanking me as my body jerked on
the bed; his blows making my orgasm even more potent, but eventually the
point came when I could stand no more.  Savouring the sensations of my
father beating me I had let him spank me for much longer than I had ever
let anyone else do it, I'd never reached such a level of pain before or
such a level of bliss.

   "God no more!" I gasped out, "Please daddy, no more!"

   His hand stroked my buttocks then he rose and came behind me, at the
first touch of his prick against my anus I climaxed and he had to wait
until I had calmed down before he could push forward in an attempt to
penetrate me.  Christ he was big, none of my lovers had ever been quite as
large and for one horrible moment I thought that he would not be able to
enter me; even as I had this thought his cock surged into me to the hilt
sending me screaming into another orgasm.  As my cries, screams, sobs,
gasps and yelps filled the room my body bucked and shook on the bed, my
father's cock impaling me like an iron rod as he leant over my back and
groaned loudly.

   "Oh God." He moaned, "It's so tight!"

   Thanks to the gel he was able to move in me, his cock pulling and
pushing at the walls of my back passage so delightfully that I seemed to be
in one long continual orgasm, and when he reached around my body to play
with my clit I felt my mind explode in ecstasy.  Despite my shakes I tried
to move with my father as he thrust in and out of my arse, but most of the
time all I could do was jerk and shudder as he took me deliciously;
straining against the bonds that held my hands I screamed out my joy for
all to hear.  Every thought was wiped from my mind, the only thing I knew
was the pleasure he gave me as his cock moved in and out of my arse. 
Although my eyes were open I couldn't see, breathing was a laboured and
halting effort and much of my breath was taken up with my ever-weaker
screams and cries, I was on fire with ecstasy from the tip of my toes to
the tips of my hair.  I have absolutely no idea how long I lay there
bucking and writhing, screaming and sobbing as my father fucked me at an
ever faster pace, all I know is that when my father eventually thrust into
me, cried out and shot his seed into my bowels I almost fainted with the
sudden heat that filled me.  Some gloriously blissful time later I was
vaguely aware of my father pulling his cock from my arse, of him untying my
wrists, of being turned, lifted and placed gently on the bed, the covers
came over my sensitive skin then his warm body slid into the bed beside me.

   "Sleep my little darling," Dad's voice drifted through the fog of my
bliss, "I love you."

   He kissed me on the lips then slid down in the bed as I sighed and
drifted off to sleep.

   When I woke the nights events came flooding back to me making my pussy
suddenly flow with juices, turning my head I looked at my father's sleeping
face; he looked at peace, content and I sighed at the thoughts of what he
had done to me.  With a smile I sat up and sat watching my father, now that
I could think again I tried to puzzle out how my father could have known
exactly how I liked to be played with and fucked, but I couldn't figure it
out and just went back to watching him.  He had done everything to me that
I had written in my last entry in the current diary and it had felt
wonderful, even better than I had dreamt it would.  Now I wondered if he
would do everything to me that I had written, from those first innocent
scribblings to the wild fantasies of experience, God I did hope so.  Beside
me my father stirred, his eyes opened, blinked then looked up at me, he
smiled as I leant over to kiss him good-morning while wishing that I could
wake up beside him every morning.

   "Morning honey." Dad smiled as he sat up, "Did you sleep well?"

   "Marvellously." I laughed, "Who wouldn't after all the things you did to
me."

   "Don't you feel even a little guilty about it?" He asked quietly.

   "Not any more." I laughed, "Do you?"

   "I should," He laughed, "but all I want to do is use this erection I've
got on you."

   I tossed back the covers and laughed gaily when I saw his cock rearing
up at me, dad laughed along with me and then sighed as I straddled his body
and lowered my wet pussy onto his hard shaft.

   "God that feels good." Dad sighed as I started to ride him.

   "Answer a question for me dad." I breathed heavily, "How the hell did
you know the way I loved to be handled, everything you did was just how I
like it, how is that possible?"

   "That's easy," He laughed pushing up to meet my downward thrust, "you
wrote it all in your diaries in graphic detail."

   "God it's so obvious!" I laughed as my climax drew near.

   Then I was in climax, my body shuddering on top of my father as I pushed
down on him and ground my pussy against him.  When my nerves settled and my
shakes diminished I started to move on my father's cock again.

   "Dad," I panted, "will you do everything that I wrote in my diaries?"

   "If that's what you want my love." He gasped back.

   "Can I move in here with you?" I asked as another orgasm built up inside
me.

   "Yes!" Dad croaked as I pushed down and started to shake.

   

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