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My Loving Daddy

Hi every one, My name is Richa, I am 19 and doing first year of my graduation. Story of my life is very short, simple and spicy. I live with my dad, mom died long back; I was 6 at that time. I have very few memories of her, she was a very beautiful women and I am also equally beautiful (people say so). I am the only child, so, my grandmother and my dad have brought me up.
My grand mother was a very graceful lady who also left us some five years back since then its just dad and me living together. Last five years has entirely changed our relation. When I look back in time, I see myself as a bubbly and a kind of naughty daughter of my sweet and perfect dad. And now on this day I am more of his wife than his daughter and he is more of a lover than my dad.
Ya I am not kidding, I am living incest. Its not that I am complaining, I am happy with this present state and so is he. We have reached here with a mutual consent. He never forced himself on me rather I shall say I volunteered for it. It all started when I was 15. I was in tenth standard. It was an importantyear academically.
So I used to stay up late at nights to study. Which was no problem as I had a separate room. That was a very naughty age; my whole personality was undergoing drastic changes. My sexuality was also coming into existence; I started to feel the heat and need of sex. Girls at school used to tell their sex tales, which I now know were just fiction, of steaming sexual encounter with all sort of guys.
Of course I even started to masturbate with all sorts of fantasies. My first encounter, in a sexual way, with my dad happened at that period of time. One December night I was studying late. It was around 12:30 at night, when one of my friends called, our conversation started in relation of the studies and eventually the most hot and obvious topic came up, very soon.
She was telling me about the things she did that day with some guy in her locality. Her story was quite hot and was making me horny too. I was lying on the bed with a quilt over me. I was sitting with my back against the wall and knees folded up with a book on my lap, over the quilt. As our conversation continued I was getting hornier with every passing second. Soon I felt mist in She was telling me how that guy called her on the terrace, how they smooched, how he felt her tits over her shirt and then he made her lay on the floor and how he fucked her. I didn’t remember when my hand went in my payjamas/panties, but at the end of her story I was wildly fingering my self.
When I told her this, to my surprise, she said that she was also doing the same. I was so deeply involved in the act and in the conversation that I didn’t knew when did dad came in my room and for how long he was standing there, because my eyes were almost close while I was doing it.
I almost panicked on seeing him standing right on top of my head. I almost threw the phone and in the next second I was sitting up right. And said ‘ hi dad, how areeeeeee you, howww come you came hereeeeee.’ in a shaking voice. My throat went dry and my whole body was shaking as if I had seen a ghost.
between my legs; I even felt my small nipples getting hard.
But he didn’t say a word and went away. I also remained spooked and still for some time. Then after some time I went off to sleep but I was very scared about, what is going to happen tomorrow morning and how will I face him.
He waked me up, by calling my name and shaking me from my arm. When I opened my eyes, it was still dark outside; the clock on the side table was showing three am. I sat up and switched the table lamp on, which was also on the side table, he then sat on the side of my bed facing me. He looked very strange at that time.
I then collected some courage and took his hand in my hands and said, very softly ‘hey pa, is every thing you look upset?’ he then said ‘Richa I am not able to sleep, I am worried about you, it seems that I am not taking good care of you, I wish that your mom was alive.’ And started to weep.
I then took his face in my hands and said ‘Pa there is nothing like that, that you are thinking, you are the best dad anyone can have’ and consoled him to make him stop crying. He then, finally stopped to cry and said ‘Richa you know that after your mom died, despite of everyone forcing me to re marry I didn’t did so, because I knew if I get married again, it would have ruined your life, I was, like scared of the typical stepmother thing.
It’s only for you that I sacrificed my whole life. Moreover I didn’t even had any affair and I never brought any women home, because of you, but now I think that I have failed in upbringing you, was my love not enough that you needed a boyfriend at this tender age or you have become a slut or something’. I then said in a stronger voice ´Pa you are taking it all wrong there is no boyfriend and I am not a slut, its just I got a bit carried away while talking to my friend, a girl.’
After saying so it seemed as if I was able to convince him about what I said because the expressions on his face got changed and he looked lighter. Then with a smile he said ‘then this
means that you are still a sweet, little naughty girl of mine.’ I then answered with a giggle ‘ya, Pa I am still your naughty girl, who love you tons and can never do anything to hurt you.’
Now, the atmosphere in my room was light. Dad then got up and said ‘I’ll be back in an min, I am going to get pack of my cigarettes.’ After he came back, he sat next to me on my left side, inside the quilt. Then he, after lighting one cigarette, said ‘baby I am sorry, I took you wrong and said those harsh words to you.’
I replied ‘Pa, its all right I am your girl you can say and do anything to me.’ On this he said ‘saying anything is fine what do you mean by, do anything’ then my reply was ‘do anything means, its simple english Pa, you can do anything to me and I wouldn’t stop you, I love
you pa and you have done so much for me, so for that I can do anything you ask for.’
After saying this there was a silence between us for some time. I then broke the silence and said ‘hey Pa, can I have a puff of this smoke of yours.’ On hearing this he turned his face towards me with a strange smile. I again repeated the request, then he finally, handed his cigarette to me and I took some small puffs off it and returned it back.
He then, said ‘so dear, for how long you have been smoking.’ I replied with a smile ‘not for
long its like from four- five months, with a girl at my school, she brings a couple from her mom’s pack and we smoke mostly after school.’ his next question was ‘so, now tell me what more naughty things you and that girlfriend of yours do.’ ‘Nothing much, some gossip and all that girlish things you know girls do.’ was my reply.
I was surprised to see me talking to my dad in such a frank way. I thought it was due to the smokes or the episode that took place between us but then I said to myself to quit thinking all this crap. If I am enjoying it, it was ok. I observed that there was a different kind of a shine in his eyes also. I was feeling some chemistry building in between us.
He, after a short pause asked ‘what girlish things you are talking about, I mean, as you said that
you don’t have a boyfriend, haven’t you turned to be a lesbian.’ ‘no pa’ was my instant reply. On hearing this I heard him saying ‘thank god’ in a low voice. I then again assured him that ‘Pa don’t worry, as I told you earlier also, I will never do anything that might hurt your feelings or
your pride’ dad was sitting very close to me, my hands were inside the quilt now and, he, when he was done with his smoke, also brought his hands underneath it. A few seconds later, I felt his hand moving, under the quilt, and my guess was right he was searching for my hand to hold. So I by myself gave him my hand to hold.
His hand was pretty cold, so I took, both of his hands, one by one, in both of my hands and started to rub my hands to make his strong and heavy hands warm. When I was done with right hand and took his left one he placed his right hand down on my belly. The warmness of his hand and the feeling of a male body so close to me, started to make tickle in my cunt.
He then turned a bit on his left, this made me to leave his left hand, but his other hand, the right one, was still on my belly over my t-shirt. He then started to move his hand in slow circular motion, as an instant reaction I turned my face towards him. He was not smiling, actually there were no expressions on his face but his hand didn’t stop. I felt some heat building between us, we both were looking straight in each others eyes.
Then he, after some time, lifted my t-shirt from the lower end and took his hand under it and
continued moving his hand. Our eyes were still locked, then I felt his hand moving up and when he reached at the lower portion of my bra, believe me, I missed a heart beat. My mouth got open with a sigh and my mind got blank. In the very next second he placed his mouth on my already open one.
I then felt his tongue moving in my mouth and his hand continued to go farther up and he
started to fondle my tits from over my bra. I was still in a still state and was clueless to how to react. Actually, I had mixed feelings because it was for the first time that any male was kissing me like this but he was my dad, though earlier I have experienced this kind of a kiss with a girl, few times but this was entirely different.
When, I was regaining my senses from my thoughts, he broke the lip-lock and he also took his hand out from my t-shirt. I don’t know what happened to him but, he all of a sudden got away from me and said ‘Richa I am very sorry for what I have done, I should have not done all this, it’s a sin and I have offended you, I am sorry.’
After saying this he became still and looked depressed. I also got disturbed on seeing him in this state, I inside of my heart wanted to see him happy and thought that if I can make him happy in this way I shall go ahead and offer myself to him. I also thought what harm can it do, what ever happens will always remain between us and more over there is no So I said ‘heyP, its all right, I love you, remember I said that I am your girl and I will do any and everything that pleases you and don’t worry about anything else this will always remain our secret and moreover I also want you in this way, I want to fill in the space, in your life, which
got vacant after mom’s death.
I don’t know how much good I’ll be but I will try my best.’ After saying so I took his face in my hands and placed my tender lips on his lips. On this he again reacted in the same way and moved himself away from me. He then, without saying anything, lit another cigarette ...

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