Author: Powerone and Nikki
Title: Tawny, Daddy's Little Girl Becomes a Woman
Part: Chapter 2
Summary: Daddy teaches his little girl to be a Woman. A story of incest between
Father and Daughter.
Language: M+f, anal. oral, virg, incest, teen, bdsm
Copyright 2003 by Nikki and Powerone. Comments to the authors can be e-mailed
to nikkiwants2@yahoo.co.uk or Controlher@hotmail.com.
Tawny, Daddy's Little Girl Becomes A Woman
Chapter 2
Tawny sat on her father's legs, facing him, his hard cock naked, her
hand stroking the large member, her other hand milking his balls. She was
half-naked, her father's fingers tugging relentlessly on her swollen and red
nipples, testifying to the abuse daddy had inflicted on them with his fingers
and lips. It was only an hour ago that her mother had forced her to sit with
her father in the living room before she left on her trip. Tawny remembered
back how her own mother had delivered her into the sexual clutches of her
father.
Ann was getting ready to leave for another trip. She was to be gone for
two days and was waiting for a taxi, not wanting Michael to have to make the
trip to the airport and back this late at night. They had already said their
goodbyes and she was waiting by the door for the taxi. She looked into the
living room and saw Michael sitting alone, watching the television. "Why don't
you have Tawny watch television with you? You both seem so distant lately, you
alone watching television and Tawny holding out in her room or over at her
friends house."
"I hate to bother her," Michael responding.
"I am sure she would love to, would you like me to call her for you?
You both need to spend some time together," Ann asked Michael.
"Yes, that would be nice," Michael smiling, already his cock was
beginning to get hard. Two days of Tawny, alone.
"Tawny," Ann's voice rang out in the hallway.
"Yes, Mom." Tawny had opened the door when she heard her mother's
voice. "Are you getting ready to leave?"
"Yes, I am, why don't you come down her for a while, your father is
watching the television by himself. Come down and keep him company."
After her humiliating spanking experience, Tawny avoided being alone
with her father as much as possible, but with her Mothers work taking her away
from home so often, Tawny often found herself in her dad's company. She tried
to sleep over at her girlfriends houses whenever she knew her mother would not
be there, but this proved difficult and now with her mother getting ready to
leave, she found herself about to be alone with him.
Tawny came down the stairs, still in school clothes. She had been
working hard at finishing up a paper for school and had not changed after
dinner. She was still wearing the button down blouse and plaid skirt. She had
shortened the skirt considerably, showing a long expanse of leg. Tawny at first
cringed at the thought of staying in the living room with her Dad and watching
television once her mother left.
If Ann had only known what Michael had planned for his young daughter,
she would have never forced the issue. But she did not know that she was giving
Michael the perfect opportunity to force his perverted passions on their young
daughter.
"Beep, beep," the taxi's horn sounded. "Give me a kiss, Tawny." Ann
kissed Tawny goodbye. "See you in two days, Michael," picking up her luggage
and heading for the door.
"Bye, honey, have a good trip," Michael responded.
"Tawny, your father seems so lonely, go into the living room for a while
and keep him company. Do it for your Mother, please, you're a big girl now and
you need to take care of your father when I am not home. Just be a good girl
and do whatever your father tells you, don't give him any trouble." She pushed
her way out of the door, walking fast towards the taxi. She did not see the
troubled look on the face of her innocent daughter as she left.
Tawny went into the living room, her father sitting on the couch. She
sat on the overstuffed chair, tucking one leg under her. "Hi, daddy, what are
you watching?
"Law and Order, its just starting." Michael looked over at Tawny, his
cock already hard watching her walk into the room. Her skirt had ridden up high
when she sat down, her naked legs showing. Her small breasts pushed against her
blouse, he could almost make out the outline of her nipples pushing against the
material.
"Come over here by your daddy," Michael beckoned to his young daughter.
She was looking particularly hot, he thought, still in her school clothes.
Tawny instinctively went and sat by him, still in the habit of doing so, up
until recently, this had seemed a normal thing to do. She sat by him, thinking
maybe his interest in her body the other day had been a just an accident.
"Isn't that better now, honey? It's nice, mm? Just the two of us, no
naggy mom around." Tawny couldn't help but agree as she smiled up at her
father. Her mother had been really uptight lately, the atmosphere was
noticeably more relaxed when she wasn't around. Michael allowed his arm to drop
off the back of the couch, and on to his daughter's shoulders, she rested her
head against his chest, his little girl again. Michael grinned; his cock began
to stiffen as he thought of the night that lay ahead, and the thought of Tawny,
his baby girl, and what he was going to do to her.
His fingers began to rub against her neck, massaging her skin, hearing
her relaxed breathing as he continued. "Does that feel good, Tawny, is daddy
making his little girl feel good?"
Tawny looked up at her father, trying to read his expression, but was
met with his smiling eyes, no hint of the lecherous look he had given her the
other day. She snuggled against him further, "yes that does feel good."
Michael continued to massage her neck, then moved down further onto her
back. He pushed her sideways on the couch so her back was to him and her body
was more available to his hands. He began to knead her shoulders and moved down
to the center of her back. He felt her muscles begin to tighten as his fingers
became more insistent. "Relax baby, daddy will take good care of you."
Tawny began to regret her mother's decision. Her mother had delivered
her into the hands of her father and by the way his hands continued to rub over
her body, she knew that they would not stop with her back. "Please, daddy, I
have to finish my homework," and she began to get up, hoping to escape the
awkward situation. "Daddy, no, please!" she struggled, but Michael had an arm
around her waist, and held on to her tight.
"Remember what you learned about obedience young lady," he said sternly.
"Its looks like Daddy is going to have to punish you. I think another spanking
is in order for you young lady." He swung her around and over his knee in a
flash. Tawny felt tears welling up in her eyes, thinking about last time, and
how her fathers' fingers had touched her so intimately.
"Oh no, Daddy, please, not that, I'll do anything you want," she
pleaded.
"Yes, you most certainly will, any more struggling and this is what
you'll get," with that, he lifted her skirt, exposing her white panties. His
cock twitched in his pants as he saw her teenage ass, her panties drawn tightly
over them, so firm and spankable. He ran his hand up her leg, toward her
panty-covered ass. He felt her body shiver in fear as his callused hand ran
over her smooth flesh.
"Please, don't do that, please daddy," she cried as she felt his hand
begin to run intimately over her flesh. She felt the cool air in the room on
her naked legs and she could feel the hot stare of her father's eyes on her near
naked body. She felt the hand moving up, making slow circles on her inner
thighs, forcing them to spread open more. They moved higher up, almost reaching
her panty-clad pussy, a finger grazing the edge of her panties.
Michael moved his hand up over her ass cheeks, feeling the young,
resilient flesh move under his fingers. He fingers grabbed a piece of ass
cheek, digging tightly into her flesh, feeling the muscles of her ass tightening
up. He brought his other hand sharply down on her other ass cheek, the sound of
the slap resounding in the room. "Relax your body for your daddy, or I will use
a belt on your ass instead of my hand. Do you want daddy to use his belt on
your ass?"
"No, please, not your belt. I'm too old for a spanking, especially with
a belt. Please don't do this daddy," she begged. She began to sob quietly as
she relaxed her ass cheeks, his fingers again searching out her young flesh,
fingers grabbing her ass and squeezing it tightly.
Michael's cock hardened as he continued the manipulation of his teenage
daughter's tender body. He felt her body slump and go limp in surrender.
Tonight was going to be a good night. Tawny was going to learn many new things
tonight and Michael's cock was finally going to be satisfied, if not by his
wife, then his daughter was the next best thing. His hand moved up higher,
drawing her skirt up until it was high above her waist, her panty covered ass
ready for him.
He drew back his hand and spanked Tawny's ass hard, hearing her wail in
pain. He let his hand linger on her ass, feeling her flesh. He waited until
her head was clear of the pain before he brought his hand down again, the noise
ringing out in the room, even over the television set. Another yelp by Tawny,
her body jerking on his lap, her stomach rubbing against his hard cock, making
it jump and twitch in his pants. Soon she would take care of his cock, soon it
would be satisfied. He caressed her flesh again, feeling the heat of the
spanking on her ass cheeks. He felt her sobbing as he again spanked her hard.
This was followed by two more in rapid succession, her body jerking up and down
on his lap, rubbing against his erect cock. "Now are you ready to obey your
father, are you ready to submit to daddy?"
Tawny cried out each time the big hand hit her tender ass, the pain
rushing to her brain. The fingers continued caressing her intimately as the
pain radiated from her ass cheeks. Just when the pain went away, the hand came
crashing down on her flesh again, igniting the feelings of pain in her ass anew.
Tawny lost count of the number of times her father spanked her ass, but the last
two were in rapid succession, the pain increasing. Her ass stung and throbbed.
"Ok, ok, I promise daddy," she wailed. She felt his fingers move up her panties
to the top and slide into them, his hand bulging them out as they moved
intimately over her now naked flesh. Her sobbing increased in tone as she the
fingers moving over her skin, a finger searching for her ass crack and beginning
to push down between it. She tightened her ass cheeks, hoping to prevent the
searching finger but a sharp pinch to her other cheeks showed her the error of
her ways.
"That's a good girl, let daddy have his way and he will make you feel
good," his fingers pushing back between her ass cheeks, searching out her virgin
anus. He felt her shiver as his index finger ran over the tiny asshole. He
paused, pressing down lightly, feeling her anus fight the intrusion. "I bet
your tight back there," he said, not expecting an answer.
He released his grip on her, "sit on your daddy's knee."
She slid onto his knee, her back to him, she felt his cock twitch
against her ass, and instantly regretted her decision. Michael began to stoke
her back again, this time his hand slipping between her arms, his hand moving
along the side of her bra. His fingers moved around and grabbed her breasts.
They were just starting to jut out from her body, small lumps appearing on her
chest, young, tender breasts, waiting for their first experience. She felt her
small breasts being mauled by her father, his insistent fingers pulling and
prodding her breasts, fingers searching for her nipples. She gasped in pain as
he found her right nipple, his fingers biting into the tender flesh, eliciting a
gasp of pain from her lips. Her body moved in response to the pain but only
succeeding in increasing the level of pain as her nipples was pulled tightly as
his fingers grabbed the flesh harder.
"That's a good girl, daddy loves to play with your nipples and make them
hard and erect." Michael continued to run his hands over her breasts, his cock
hard, as he remembered the days when he was younger and budding breasts were
always available. He grabbed her breasts with his fingers, squeezing the young
flesh, forcing the blood to her nipples, his fingers then searching out the
erect tissue. His fingers found both budding nipples and his fingers bit down
onto the nipple.
"Oh, please, daddy, that hurts, your fingers are hurting my nipples,"
Tawny cried, his fingers bringing tears to her eyes. She shook her breasts,
trying to free them from his fingers but only succeeded in further stimulating
her father as he watched her breasts move about under her blouse, his fingers
still grabbing the nipples tightly. She felt him push up underneath her,
pushing his hard cock against her tight ass.
Tawny thought she would die from the humiliation of what her daddy was
doing to her, and making her do. Her mothers voice echoed in her head "do what
daddy tells you..." ha, Tawny thought, if only Ann could see her husband now.
His daughter astride his lap, squirming and weeping as he molested her breasts
and allowed his hard cock to push against her ass so lewdly. Tawny swallowed
and closed her eyes tightly, wishing the situation away. Michael's voice broke
into her fantasy:
"Let's take off your blouse, Tawny, daddy wants to get his little girls
breasts naked for his pleasure. Are you going to be a good little girl and let
daddy have his way, or is daddy going to have to punish you again?"
"No, don't do that, please don't spank me again, I will obey you,
daddy," Tawny cried, her fingers moving to the front of her blouse, slowly
unbuttoning the buttons, attempting to delay the inevitable, when her breasts
would be naked and unprotected from his searching fingers.
His fingers left her breasts, allowing for the removal of her bra.
Tawny pulled the blouse from her skirt and felt her daddy pull it backwards, off
of her shoulders and down her arms. He became more insistent, wanting to get
back to molesting her breasts again. His fingers returned to her near naked
top, moving over her bare stomach, up until he reached her bra, his fingers
moving over the silky material as they began to grab her tit flesh again. He
grabbed her breasts, hard, his fingers tightening on the young flesh as she
groaned in pain again. He slipped one hand into her bra, he caressed her young
breast for a while, getting hornier by the second.
Her nipple hardened under his touch and Tawny gasped as her father
squeezed. She felt the fingers on her naked breasts, the first time they were
ever touched by a male before, her shame showing on her face as her father
molested her tender flesh. It was not suppose to be like this. It was not what
she had dreamed about. She squirmed on his lap, his cocking digging into her
ass, his fingers grabbing her naked flesh, her nipples now pinched tightly by
his fingers, digging into the erect flesh.
"I want to see your naked tits," his fingers moving out of her bra but
moving behind her back. His fingers unsnapped her bra, his hands slipping the
straps off of her shoulders and down her arms.
Tawny's hands moved up, covering her breasts as her father pulled the
bra off of her body. She was now naked from the waist up, his cock twitching
underneath her. She felt his hands on her arms.
"Turn around on my lap," he ordered her. He turned her around on him,
this time facing him, her legs on either side of his. She felt his cock hard,
pushing between her legs. The bulge in his pants felt huge against her body.
He looked in her eyes. "Put your hands down, daddy wants to see your tits,
baby, obey now, be a good girl."
Tawny slowly lowered her hands, her nipples hardening in the cool air as
she watched her father's eyes, staring at her naked breasts. It felt like slow
motion as she saw his big hands move up her naked stomach until they reached her
naked breasts. She shivered as his fingers touched the underside of her breasts
and move up until they came to her nipples. They were over an inch long,
seemingly begging to be grabbed and fondled.
Michael's fingers touched the hard nipples and ran over the aureole, it
was a dark brown, contrasting sharply with the pale skin of her breasts and the
pinkness of her nipples. He saw little goose bumps begin to pop out as his
fingers gently ran over the delicate tissue. He put his fingers in her mouth.
"Get them wet," he ordered. He saw her obey, her mouth sucking the two fingers
deep inside, her tongue bathing the digits. He pulled them out, glistening in
the light. He reached back again and touched her nipples.
Tawny gasped as his wet fingers touched her super sensitive nipples, her
body shuddering as it felt like her nipples were going to bust open. "No,
please, no daddy," she cried, but arched her back, pushing her immature breasts
forward onto the wet fingers searching for them.
Michael watched the expression on her face, saw her surrender to her own
passion. His fingers grabbed the large nipples, grasping them and pulling them
out, watching as they stretched. Her body arched up, attempting to relieve some
of the pressure, only succeeding in forcing her father to pinch tighter to keep
the nipples securely in his grasp. His hands moulded her breasts, his fingers
milking her nipples as she squirmed on his lap, his cock massaged by her tight
ass.
Tawny watched her father as his head slowly lowered to her chest. She
knew that any second now, his lips would make contact with her super sensitive
nipples. Her hands reached out to her daddy's head, holding it on the side, not
sure whether she was trying to stop him or pushing him down. "No, daddy,
please, this isn't right, what would mommy say?" She felt his hot breath on her
nipples as he spoke.
"It's all your fault, baby, if you hadn't teased me so much with your
body, showing me your naked body in the hallway, always walking around half
naked. Now you're going to have to take care of daddy. If mommy found out, she
would be mad at you." Tawny thought about this, what if daddy was right? Tawny
so hated to upset her parents, mommy had said she mustn't give daddy any trouble
and here he was, telling her she had been a tease. She thought back to all the
times she had flounced around in her mini skirts, tight tee shirts and sweaters.
The times he had caught her coming out of the shower with a skimpy towel barely
covering her damp young body. She gulped. Hopefully daddy wouldn't say
anything to mom and Tawny certainly wasn't going to mention it, mom when she was
mad was a very frightening figure. Tawny looked down at daddy, about to
apologise, but stopped as his head moved down and his lips moved over the hard
nipple, grabbing it, sucking it into his mouth, his hot tongue running over the
tip.
"AAAGGGGHHH, ppppllllleeeeassse," her body trembling as she felt his
lips suck her breast into his mouth. His rough tongue lapped at the delicate
morsel, rasping over the nipple as he sucked in her breast harder, pulling into
deep into the hot confines of his mouth. She had never felt like this, her
whole body growing weak, unable to resist, sitting limply on his lap as he
molested her body. It felt like her nipple would burst, swelling under the oral
ministrations of her father.
Michael's cock felt like it was going to explode inside his pants. He
would soon have to get some release and Tawny was going to be taught to do it.
He continued to lap at her breast and nipples, sucking her flesh as she arched
her back and pushed his head down into her chest, moaning as she allowed his
sucking. He moved his mouth off of her right nipple, his tongue rolling wetly
between her breasts until he came to her left nipple. He felt her body shudder
as his wet tongue bathed the nipple and then he placed his lips on it and sucked
it into his mouth, his tongue rasping over it as it pushed in deep. His other
hand went to her right breast, his fingers searching and finding the wet nipple
and squeezed the tender nipple tightly.
Tawny groaned in pain and pleasure as the fingers and mouth of her
father tortured her nipples. She shuddered in pain as the fingers pinched her
nipple tightly, pulling it from her body, feeling like he was trying to tear it
from her chest. Her other breast shuddered in pleasure as his lips sucked
tenderly the nipple into his hot mouth and his tongue bathed the morsel. She
squirmed on his cock, rubbing her ass against it, not sure what she was doing,
unable to stop it.
"Can you feel what you're doing to daddy, honey?" his voice was thick
with desire. You have my cock so hard, your ass rubbing against it. "Are you
going to take care of daddy, are you going to take care of daddy's cock, baby?"
He nudged her backward, and to Tawnys horror, unzipped his pants and
eased them over his hips. His cock bulged in his shorts, almost unable to
contain the erect member. He pushed his shorts down, his cock sprung up,
released from its confinement. Tawny couldn't help herself, she stared hard, it
was so big! Her heart was pounding. Michael took hold of his dick, and pointed
it toward Tawny; she blushed, and looked away. He took her hand, and guided it
toward his throbbing cock. She resisted at first, but remembering his warning,
she reluctantly allowed him to put her small hand around his rock hard tool,
Michael's eyes semi closed. He put his hand over hers, and pumped it up and
down, slowly at first, increasing pace and grip in time.
It felt strange to Tawny, she could not believe anything could be that
hard and hot. It continued to grow as her hand continued to move up and down
his cock.
Michael removed his hand from her and watched as she continued to stroke
his cock. He saw the look of amazement on her face as the head of his cock
pushed out the end of her hand, her hand gripping it tightly, moving up and
down, each time taking longer strokes. "Wet your fingers of your other hand and
rub it over the head," he ordered her.
Tawny pushed her fingers into her mouth again, wetting them again. She
knew what they felt like when applied to her sensitive nipples, she knew that
she would bring him great pleasure when applied to his cock. Her fingers
reached down and she ran them over the head of his cock, her saliva glistening
on the large head of his cock. She ran her fingers over the tip and saw a
teardrop of clear liquid formed at the top of his cock, Tawny gazed at it, as it
trickled slowly down the shaft, and onto the side of her small hand, glistening
and sticky. Her other hand continued to pump up and down the hard cock, her
fingers gripping it tighter as it moved over the ring on the head, caressing it
tenderly.
"Oh yeah, that's a good girl, you make daddy feel real good," Michael
groaned, his head rolled back. Michael's breathing got heavier, he pinched at
her nipples with his free hand, twisting the flesh in his fingers, feeling her
body shuddering in his touch. "Grab my balls, baby, they are full of hot cum,
waiting for you to make daddy cum. Tug at them gently, make daddy cum, baby."
Tawny was confused, excited and embarrassed, all at the same time. Her
body was betraying her, her nipples overly excited, her hand was masturbating
her father, proud that she was exciting him so much, but embarrassed that her
father was forcing her to do this, it was wrong, but also felt so right. Her
hand reached down and felt for his balls. She found them, hot and swollen, her
hand tugging at the hanging balls, her other hand pumping faster on his cock.
She knew it would be soon, he would soon climax.
All of a sudden he came, shooting wads of thick, white cum at her belly.
Tawny gasped out loud, she had heard girlfriends talking about this stuff, but
had never done or seen anything like this. She felt the hot fluid land on her
naked stomach feeling like it was burning her flesh. Her hand continued to pump
his cock her other hand squeezing the cum out of his balls. She could feel the
cum shooting up his cock, his cock getting bigger. She was mesmerised as she
first saw the cum shoot out, shooting out over a foot to land on her. Her hand
pumped the cock, his cum lubricating her hand as she continued her forced
masturbation of his cock, his cock glistening as he continually pumped more and
more cum out all over her body.
Michael laughed at his daughters' worried face. "Its ok, baby girl,
its just daddies cum, you better get used to it!" he chuckled. No way was that
going to be it for the evening, oh no, he had plans for his little girl.
Michael stared at his daughter, her face flushed, her hand still gripping his
shrinking cock, cum all over her fingers, her nipples swollen and red from the
fingers and lips that had abused them. "You did a good job, you made your daddy
cum, daddy is so proud of you baby."
Michael watched as his half-naked daughter ran from the room, her
breasts bouncing around on her chest, flushed from the recent encounter.
Michael let Tawny flee the room. She ran up the stairs, the cum on her
hand beginning to dry. She rushed into her bedroom and threw off her clothes
and rushed into the bathroom, turning on the shower. She grabbed the soap and
began to wash her body, ashamed of what had transpired. Tawny was enjoying the
feel of the water on her skin, washing away all thoughts of her cruel father.
Soon, the heat and moisture became too much, and her hand found its way between
her legs, to her dripping cunt. She began to touch herself, tracing her fingers
along the slit, and feeling her clit swelling under her touch.
Michael heard the shower running soon after she left the room. He still
sat on the couch, his cock out. The thought of his daughter soaping that young,
hot body made his cock begin to grow again, he stroked it absently, then, with a
leer on his face, stood, and made his way upstairs.
Tawny froze when she heard the door open, and made a grab for a towel
from the hook beside her.
"Oh no, don't let me stop you Tawny" her dad called through the mist, "I
thought you might need help washing your back."
Tawny groaned inwardly, why couldn't he leave her alone?
His big, hairy hand appeared, followed by the rest of him, as he drew
the shower screen back, revealing his wet little girl, who now cowered in the
corner.
To be Continued
