Tara's Gift Part-2

Tara's Gift Part-2

Tara and Daddy get more comfortable with her strange gift

Erotic Fiction

by

Casey Bea

(Author's note: This series was inspired by a Lit reader who sent me Feedback and confided her Daddy-fantasy to me. Thank you for the gift!)

Part-2:

After their shared shower, which included thoroughly washing each other's bodies but not any additional sex, sleep didn't come easily to either Tara or Tim. Tim was still conflicted about having sex with his daughter, but

God,

it was so wonderful! It brought him back to when he and Tara's mother had started dating and discovering the exciting world of sex beyond missionary-style. And he and she

had

fantasized about their daughter being in bed with them. That sort of gave him permission and made it okay, didn't it?

He even wondered if Sheila's spirit was somehow responsible for the transfer of the nasty, taboo thoughts in his head into their daughters to

encourage

the intimacy between them, and she was looking down on it and enjoying it. He dismissed that as wishful thinking, but it was really no more bizarre than the fact that his daughter was able to somehow see his thoughts in the first place.

Tara, on the other hand, wasn't the least bit conflicted. What kept

her

awake was imagining all the wonderful things she would be able to do with her father now that the taboo-line had been crossed.

***

The next morning, knowing that her father's alarm went off at 7:00, Tara tiptoed into his room at 6:58 to wake him up by sucking his squishy dick into her mouth, getting it hard, and giving him a good-morning blowjob.

But she was surprised to see the sheet over his naked body already tented with his erection. She smiled as she imagined him having a dream about her. Unlike his waking thoughts, she couldn't "see" his dreams. She'd have been disappointed to know it was just a case of "morning wood," but she had never woken up next to a man before, so it wasn't something she even knew happened.

She turned off his alarm and then, hoping to morph his dream into reality, she eased his sheet back to expose his boner, then leaned down and slid her lips down over it.

He awoke with a start, shoved her back, and yelled, "

Shit! Get away! Get away!

"

Startled and confused, she looked at him as he shook his head and blinked to become fully awake. "Sorry, Daddy," she said. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just thought you might like to wake up to a blowjob rather than your alarm."

"Yeah," he said as his pulse rate came back down, "that might normally be the case except in the dream I was having I was being chased by a dog that suddenly latched onto my dick... which I didn't even know was sticking out of my pants."

She laughed and repeated, "Sorry, Daddy. I can't see your dreams the way I do your thoughts, so I didn't know." She crawled onto the bed, and said, "So, now that you're awake and the dog is gone, do you want that wake-up blowjob?"

"No, actually," he replied as he slid off the bed. "I really have to pee."

She followed him into the bathroom and hopped up on the vanity to watch as he stood and relieved himself into the toilet. It was the first time she had ever watched a guy pee. She was surprised at the force of the yellow stream and at how long it lasted.

Then suddenly, an image popped into her head of a young version of her mother on her knees in the shower, getting soaked by a stream of pee. "Holy shit!" Tara said. "Did you used to pee on Mom?" Then the image vanished.

Tim threw his head back in exasperation and said, "We have got to do something about this

invasion of privacy

with you reading my mind all the time. Maybe another knock in the head like they do to cure amnesia in the movies."

"Sorry," she said. "I don't think it's something I can control. But I don't think the knock in the head is a good idea."

"I was only joking with that," he said as his yellow stream finally began to taper off. "Maybe if I wear an aluminum-foil hat."

"We'll see if we can come up with something," she said. "But in the meantime, you haven't answered me about peeing on Mom."

Shaking the last few drops from his pecker, he gave a resigned sigh, and said, "Yes. Your Mom and I tried golden showers a few times back when we were young. We tried a lot of things. And yes, before you ask, I will pee on you, but not this morning. I have a meeting first thing, and I can't be late for work."

She giggled as she slid off the vanity, and said, "Oh, you think you know me so well! But yes, I

do

want to see what a golden shower feels like."

He pulled her into an embrace, and as he kissed her, his boner grew, pressing against her leg. He wondered again if--along with her weird mind-reading ability--their daughter had somehow also begun to channel the kinky spirit of her mother. He kind of hoped so; he sure did miss her.

When they broke the kiss, Tara dropped to her knees to take her father's resurrecting dick in her mouth. She was quite curious to see how she would feel tasting the last drop or two of pee from his cock.

But Tim grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back upright before she could get her lips on his dick. He turned her toward the door, gave her a swat on the ass, and said, "Go get ready for school."

"Are you sure?" she said as she pulled her t-shirt off over her head and turned back to face him with a mischievous grin and naked tits.

But he just kept her turn going until she was once again facing the door, and landed a much harder slap on her now-naked ass. "And we'll discuss what to do about your behavior when I get home!" he added in mock sternness.

As she walked out, she rubbed the just-smacked spot on her ass-cheek, surprised at the pleasantness of its burn and the tingle it seemed to send to her pussy. "Just

discuss

?" she said. "I think actions speak louder than words."

***

During lunch at school, Tara couldn't wait to tell Ashley that she had finally crossed the line with her father.

"Did you fuck his FILF brains out?" Ashley asked excitedly, actually reaching down to rub her pussy through her pants.

Tara had to think about that for a moment, but then answered, "Actually, no. We didn't end up fucking at all, now that you mention it. I went into his room, started to give him a blowjob, then he fucked my mouth--and my throat!--until he was ready to blow his load and then he jerked off in my mouth. While he was doing that my pussy was so ready to explode that I barely touched it and I blew about a gallon of cunt-juice down my legs. Then we kissed and shared his hot, fresh cum and I leaked even more."

"Holy shit, girl! That's almost

better

than fucking! Wow!" Ashley said. "I would let your dad blow his load in my mouth any day of the week! You lucky bitch! So, you

are

going to fuck him though, right? That wasn't some one-time get-it-out-of-your-systems thing, I hope to God!"

"Tonight, I hope," Tara answered. "I can't wait to feel his stiff Daddy-cock in my pussy!"

"Oh, man! This is so awesome that you're telling me about it!" Ashley said. "My pussy is tingling in my pants!" Then a thought struck her, and she said, "Hey! Set your phone up on a dresser or a shelf or something, record it when you fuck him, and then you can

show

me not just

tell

me what you did!"

Tara laughed and said, "Yeah, right! My Dad would kill me if he knew I was even

telling

anyone this."

"What's he going to do, spank you?" Ashley countered.

Tara laughed and replied, "I

hope

so! He smacked my bare ass pretty hard this morning and I couldn't believe how much I

liked

it. The sting in my ass-cheek went right to my pussy and lit it on frigging fire! I think I even felt it in my nipples. Does your dad ever spank you?"

"No," Ashley said, "but I'll bet I could talk him into it!" She chuckled and added, "I'll bet I could get him to

pay

me to let him spank me."

***

After school, Tara forced herself to stay focused enough to get her homework done and out of the way, and was in the kitchen making dinner--just leftovers--when her father got home. She was wearing a light sundress with no bra but with a pair of pink cotton underwear. And he was only wearing

those

to absorb the arousal-juice that was keeping her pussy-lips continually wet.

"Hi Daddy!" she said as she hugged him and gave him a kiss. She tried to channel his thoughts, hoping they'd be about her, but found them to be kind of a jumbled mess of seemingly disjointed images.

"Are you okay, Daddy?" she asked.

"Can you see what I'm thinking right now?" he asked.

"No," she said. "Well, yes, but nothing that makes any sense."

"Good," he said, "then apparently, I

can

control this somewhat. I just need to force myself to think jumbled thoughts."

She put on a theatrical pout, and said, "You don't

like

thinking about me anymore?"

"Of course I do," he replied, giving her a quick kiss. "It's just good to know I can turn off the transmitter if I feel the need."

They broke the embrace, and he sat down at the table. As she put the chicken in the air-fryer, he asked, "So, um, how far away can you read my thoughts, anyway?"

"Twenty or thirty feet, I guess," she said. "Pretty much anywhere in the house. But the closer we are, the better the signal." She turned, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Why? Were you thinking of me at work?"

"Yeah," he said. "Tune in on

this

," and then he closed his eyes and brought up the images that had played in his head during the boring meeting with customers that afternoon.

In her mind's eye, Tara saw herself on her back, naked, and lying on a conference-room table with half a dozen men around her, all naked, as well, and each with a raging hard on.

Her ass was near the end of the table and one man was bent over licking her pussy while he poked a finger up her cunt. Another man was kneeling on the table feeding his cock into her mouth while she stroked a boner in each hand. Another guy was stretched over the table mauling and sucking on her little-girl tits. Then, in the background, she saw her father jerking off while the group of strange men--presumably the customers--enjoyed his daughter like a fuck-toy.

Then suddenly, the image vanished from her head as her father forced it from his.

"Hey!" she said. "Turn that back on! I wanted to see where that was going."

"The short version is that they all took turns fucking your mouth and your pussy while I stood jerking off and encouraging them to blow their loads all over your gorgeous, young body."

She laughed and said, "Well, I hope you got the contract after all that!"

"We did, actually," he said. With a chuckle, he added, "I had to wonder if some of those men were reading my mind the way you do." Then, in a more serious tone, he went on, "Look, I want you to know that stuff like that, if you ever see it in my head, is just crazy fantasies based on porn movies that I've watched. I don't really think of you as some slut to be used by horny old men as a sexual plaything. I love and respect you, sweetheart. I hope you know that."

"I do, Daddy," she said. "I trust that you'd never do anything to hurt me... well, except in a good way, but that's different. And you'd sure never let anyone

else

hurt me, for sure! I get that they're just fantasies with your little girl as the star. At first it shocked me and kind of insulted me that you'd think of me that way but now it makes me horny as hell to see myself as the center of all that sexual attention."

Her comment about not hurting her

except in a good way

struck a cord with him, and he said, "So, um, when I smacked your bare ass this morning in the bathroom, was that hurting you in a good way?"

She smiled and answered, "Oh shit, yeah! Jake never did anything like that with me, and I was surprised at how

good

pain could feel. It made my pussy and even my nipples tingle. Does everyone like getting their ass slapped or am I weird?"

"Your mother liked a good spanking," he replied. "I like a sharp ass-smack when I'm getting read to cum, too, so maybe it's in your DNA. Come to think of it, it was a pretty common thing in our swingers group to slap one another's asses. So, no, I don't think you're weird." He smiled and added, "I think you're just right."

He looked past her at the timer on the air-fryer, and said, "Just enough time." He then motioned for her to come to him as he turned his chair out from under the table. He took her hand and guided her to lie across his lap. She smiled and her pussy tingled in anticipation of what she knew was coming.

"It seems to me," he said, "that you were never suitably punished for breaking that dish in the sink the other day."

"I said I was sorry!" she responded, playing along as she put her hands protectively over her ass.

He took her hands and pulled them up to the middle of her back, where he held her wrists together with one of his big hands. "Well,

sorry

doesn't put the plate back together, does it?" he said in mock sternness. Then he brought his other hand down on her right ass-cheek.

The slap was through her sundress and her panties, but her body still reflexively jumped and she let out small yelp and tightened her ass muscles. Then the spot of dull pain bore a line to her pussy, and she relaxed in anticipation of a slap on the other cheek. Playing along, though, she said, "Please, Daddy! I'll be more careful from now on. I've learned my lesson!"

"Well, let's just make sure you don't

forget

it!" he said and flipped her dress up onto her back. Then he took hold of the waistband of her panties and yanked them down leaving them bunched right below the curve of her lovely, young ass.

His actions were so quick and seemingly aggressive that they startled Tara, and she flinched again and retightened his ass muscles.

"Don't you try to pull away from me!" he said in his role of the stern, dominating father. Then he brought his hand down on her now-naked ass.

From the movement of his body and even from the sound Tara knew the blow was coming, but he surprised her by not switching cheeks and landing the stinging slap right on top of the already-burning spot on her right cheek.

The instantaneous pain shot to a ten, but so did the bolt of electricity that it sent deep into her cunt. "

Fuck!

" she screamed at both the searing pain burrowing in to her ass-cheek and the ball of fire growing in her cunt.

"We'll not have such language in

this

house, young lady!" he mock scolded her and brought his hand down again. But this time he landed the sharp slap on her "virgin" cheek.

"

Oh, fuck!

" she moaned despite his admonition about language. She was almost dizzy from the stereoscopic burns in her ass and their combined effect deep inside her cunt where her orgasms formed. Her orgasms always started to build with pussy-play; this one was forming from the inside out!

"Oh, shit, Daddy," she said, abandoning the role playing, "how can anything that hurts so much feel so frigging good?"

He ran his hand gently over the reddening spots on her smooth ass, and said, "I know, right? One of life's--one of

sex's

--wonderful paradoxes." Then he drew his fingernails across the tender spots, and asked, "You want to continue?"

"Oh fuck, yeah!" she said without hesitation.

He gave her a fingers-only slap on the more tender of the two spots, and teased, "Mind your language, young lady!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she said in playful defiance.

He laughed and said, "Well, that tears it! Stand up and take your clothes off!"

Within seconds, her sundress was off over her head and lying on the floor, and her panties were kicked in the other direction. It took Tim a little longer to get his shirt, pants, and shoes off, but with his daughter's help, he was equally naked in less than half a minute.

He sat back down and pulled her naked body across his lap, forcing his boner down between his legs with her belly. With an arm across her, unnecessarily holding her in place, he brought his hand down in a quick series of slaps that alternated between her ass-cheeks.

The tender spots from his previous smacks, which had settled into a sort of pleasant burn, came back to searing life and the ball of fire deep in her cunt, which had dulled to a smolder, reignited like it was sprayed with gasoline. "Oh, holy shit!" she moaned as she hung her head and let the weird pain/pleasure wash over her entire body. "God! Jake never did anything like

this

to me!"

"Well, I used to do it with your mother all the time," he said. He landed another crisp slap on top of one of the tender hot-spots, and said, "A good spanking kept her in line... and lit her cunt on fire!" he added with a chuckle.

"I know the feeling!" Tara said.

"Do you?" he asked as he reach his arm over her back and pushed it under her, between her body and his legs. He rotated his hand up, cupped her pussy, and felt that she was drenched. He rubbed his palm up and down against her pussy-lips as he slapped each tender cheek a few more times.

"

Oh, sweet Jesus!

" she groaned feeling almost faint from the incredible sexual pleasure being derived from scorching pain.

To return the favor of his hand rubbing her burning cunt, she reached under between his legs and got hold of his raging boner. But all she could reach in her awkward position was his knob, which like her pussy, was drenched with pre-cum. She slathered the slippery juice all over her palm and began squeezing, kneading, and rubbing his cock-head.

But he surprised her by grabbing her arm with his spanking hand and pulling her fist off his dick. "You just leave that alone, young lady!" he mock-scolded her. "You'll take care of that when I'm good and through with your ass!"

He crooked the middle finger of the hand at her pussy and slipped it into her cunt-hole as he landed a series of slaps on alternating cheeks. As he spanked, he wiggled his finger around inside her pussy.

"

Oh, fu-uu-uu-uck!

" she cried as her cunt tightened around her father's finger and erupted, drenching her crotch, his fist, her legs, and even running onto

his

legs. As soon as he felt her orgasm start, he stopped spanking and switched to digging his fingernails across the tender glowing patches on her ass-cheeks while still wiggle-frigging her gushing her pussy. Her mother loved that!

It may not have been the most intense orgasm Tara ever had--she had had some beauties with Jake--but it was the most glorious she'd ever had without a stiff cock filling her cunt.

Tim knew he could probably coax a lot more cum from her cunt, especially if he turned her over and put her on the table so he could get better hand--and face--access to her pussy, but he wanted to leave her a bit hungry; happy but not completely satisfied.

He pushed her off his legs and into a kneeling position on the floor. He stood up and with his aching, drooling boner sticking straight out in her face, he grabbed a fistful of her hair at the back of her head.

"

Now

, you're going to take care of my cock!" he told her. With one fist around the base of his cock, he pulled her forward and shoved her mouth over his drooling dick. Using her hair as a handle, he pushed and pulled her head, "forcing" her to give him a wet, sucking blowjob. There was no

force

involved at all, of course, because she'd have happily continued her bobbing, mouth-fuck blowjob even if he put his hands behind his back. In fact, he'd have had a hard time

stopping

her!