Tara's Gift

Tara's Gift

Tara can suddenly see her father's nasty thoughts about her

Erotic Fiction

by

Casey Bea

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

Part-1

In her mind's eye, Tara watched her father walk into the kitchen. It was near bedtime, and he was wearing his usual pajama bottoms; she was wearing one of his old t-shirts that she used as a nightshirt.

She could see the slight tenting from his semi-erect dick because he didn't wear underwear beneath his PJs. She wore cotton panties beneath her shirt.

Inside her head, he took her in a tight embrace and kissed her passionately. She felt his boner grow against her leg and he did nothing to try to hide it. He slid his hands down over her ass, lifted her shirt, and slipped his hands down inside her panties. As he squeezed her ass cheeks, they were moaning into each other's mouths.

She reached between them and pushed her hand between the waistband of his pajamas and his firm stomach. She continued down until her small hand closed around his nearly-erect dick. She moved her hips back slightly and maneuvered his cock out through the PJ's fly, then proceeded to stroke it until was

fully

erect.

"

Oh, sweetheart!

" he moaned into her mouth and then took the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it off over her head, breaking their kiss only to let it pass by their faces. With their lips locked back together and their tongues dancing, he reached down, pushed her panties down over her adorable young ass, and let them drop to the floor. She kicked them away as she pulled harder and faster on his cock, now feeling its slippery pre-cum in her fingers.

In an instant, like a quick-cut in a movie, her mental image switched to where she was lying across the kitchen table, her naked ass near the edge, and with her father's face between her legs eating her pussy. As he licked, he had the long index finger of one hand stuck up her cunt-hole while he used the other to jerk off.

Between his tongue and his jabbing, rotating, wiggling finger it didn't take long for her to tell him that she was getting ready to cum. "Drench your Daddy's face with your hot girl-cum, sweetheart," he told her in the vivid scene playing in her head. Then he turned his hand upside down and ground his fingertip into her G-spot. "Oh, fuck, Daddy!" she heard herself cry out as her pussy erupted in his face.

Then, another abrupt scene-change and she was on her knees with the drooling head of his cock clenched between her lips while he jerked off furiously on its exposed length.

"Oh, fuck yeah, sweetheart!" he growled inside her head. "Suck Daddy's cock! Suck the cum right out of my balls!"

Then suddenly the image was gone and Tara snapped back to the reality of lying in her bed with her fingers up her cunt, and a wet spot under her ass. She got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. She was pretty sure that the images in her head ended when her father--in

his

bed--had blown his load while jerking off to the scene he had created in his head and that she had just witnessed in hers.

***

Two weeks before...

Tara and her father, Tim, were always close. Even from an early age, they seemed to think on the same wavelength, with one often finishing the sentence of the other. But when Tara's mother passed away in a car crash when she was barely eighteen their need to support and depend on one another made that bond even stronger. Now, with her nineteenth birthday just past, they had settled into a new-normal life without a mother and wife.

Then, one day tragedy nearly struck the two again. Gravel in the road, an off-leash dog, and speeding traffic combined to throw Tara off her bicycle on her way home from college classes. Although wearing a helmet, she still ended up unconscious and in a coma.

Tim sat by her bedside almost continually, holding her hand and talking to her until on the morning of the third day she opened her eyes. She looked around, confused, and asked, "What am I doing here?"

With happy tears running down his cheeks, Tim told her about the accident but she had no memory of it herself.

Later, when they were sitting in the hospital room, waiting interminably to be released, Tara said, "I was having a dream just before I woke up that you had become so frustrated that the doctors weren't doing anything for me that you scooped me up out of bed and were carrying me down the corridor to take me home. They were trying to stop you, but you told them, '

She's my daughter; she's all I have left! I'll take care of her if you can't!

' And that's when I woke up."

He stared at her with his mouth slightly agape, and then said, "How weird is

that

? That is exactly what I was thinking just before you woke up."

She chuckled, and said, "Great minds think alike, I guess, huh?"

Over the next days and weeks, Tara began to realize that she wasn't just thinking

like

her father, but she was actually seeing his thoughts in her head when he was nearby. The first time was when they were standing at the sink doing dishes, and she had an image of him taking the spare tire out of the trunk of their car. As he washed, he said, "As soon as we get done here, I need to put the spare on the car and get the right front tire to the shop and see if they can fix that slow leak."

Another time, she imagined him pouring cereal into a bowl at lunchtime and a few minutes later watched him doing it as he said, "For some reason, I feel like Wheat Chex for lunch today."

Later that same day, as they were getting ready for bed, she was putting away the air-dried supper dishes, and the image of herself doing it came into her head. She turned to see that her father had just walked into the kitchen. "Hi, Daddy," she said as she went up on her bare tiptoes to put a bowl on a high shelf.

Suddenly, in the projected image in her head her nightgown--which was one of his old t-shirts--disappeared leaving her stretched out and naked except for her pink panties. Then, those were gone, too! The image then zoomed in on her now-naked ass.

Abruptly, she spun around, covering herself as if she really was naked, and she just stared at her father. He blinked several times and the image in her head went away.

He looked at her curiously, and asked, "What's the matter, sweetheart? Are you okay?"

"I, um, yeah," she said. "I think I just had a flashback to my accident," she lied.

"Oh. Nothing too traumatic, I hope," he said as he opened his arms to give her a hug.

"Just a little weird," she said. But as they hugged, she was pretty sure that she felt his erection brush against her leg.

Over the next few days, mental images of herself naked began to appear in her mind more frequently when her father was nearby. She was pretty confident that what she was somehow seeing were her father's actual thoughts and it shocked her at first to think that he thought of her sexually. But when she thought more about it and added in the fact that he hadn't dated since her mother had passed away, she chalked it up to his repressed sexual needs.

On one level it was weird to have him picturing her naked, but on a different level, it made her feel good to think that a man as handsome, worldly, and mature as her father might think she was sexy. She liked older men.

Gradually, she became more comfortable with her father's erotic thoughts about her. She was amused at the times and places he would imagine her naked and she began to teasingly put herself in situations and to strike provocative poses that enticed him to mentally strip her naked.

It didn't take long before her teasing manipulation of her father's impure thoughts about her went from amusing to arousing in her mind. The tipping point came when she was at the sink one night, doing dishes while he stared at her ass--naked in his mind--from his seat at the table. Then suddenly, he was moving up behind her, naked himself and with a raging hard-on. He put his arms around her and cupped her tits as his boner slid down the crack of her ass and between her closed legs. When he breathed into her ear, "God, I love you, sweetheart! Please, let's do this!" she dropped a plate into the sink and shattered the image as well as the plate.

From then on, the images that she saw in her mind almost always included physical contact. Sometimes it was a tight hug and passionate kissing, sometimes it was dry-humping like at the sink, but other times, he had his dick in her mouth or in her pussy. His escalating nasty thoughts about her began to arouse the shit out of her and she did whatever she could to promote them.

This is when she had seen his thoughts of him eating her pussy on the kitchen table and jerking off in her mouth. That was when she discovered that she didn't have to be in the same room with him to see his incestuous imaginings about her. She chalked that up to his thoughts becoming more intense and vivid and so being able to "broadcast" farther. And perhaps, as she was becoming more receptive to the idea of sex with her father she was also becoming more receptive to his lewd thoughts.

One night, she stood outside his closed bedroom door listening to the unmistakable sounds of him jerking off and watched in her head as he had her on all fours and fucked her from behind while he squeezed her tits and pulled on her nipples. As she watched herself getting fucked by her father, she rubbed her pussy and shoved her fingers up her cunt.

Then, the steaming image of him jabbing his fat cock up her pussy ended abruptly. She guessed--correctly--that he had jerked himself to an orgasm thinking of fucking her. She went back to her bedroom and finished off her own orgasm replaying the wickedly taboo scene in her head.

Another time, while he was in the kitchen and she was still out of sight down the hallway, she "watched" as he fucked her mouth while she knelt in front of the sink. Later--after a normal breakfast--she stood outside the bathroom door, listening to him jerk off and she "watched" as in his head he squirted his thick, white jism all over her face while he pictured her still in the kitchen, naked and on her knees. She had her fingers in her pussy and came standing outside the door, her cunt juice soaking the insides of her legs.

Suddenly, a wicked thought occurred to her and she ran into his bedroom next door, grabbed his pillow, and stuffed it between her legs to infuse it with the smell of her pussy-juice. As she hurried back to her own room, she smiled wondering what kinds of dreams he might have while sniffing her pussy all night. Interestingly, she had never "seen" any of his dreams; only the thoughts he had while he was awake.

The next day, Saturday, was chores-day around the house. While Tara was cleaning the guest bathroom, Tim was sorting laundry in the adjacent laundry room. Separated by only one wall, Tara suddenly got the image of her father lifting a pair of her panties from the pile of clothes, holding them to his face, and inhaling deeply. Her pussy tingled as she wondered if her scented-pillow trick had inspired him to seek out more of her womanly aroma. She didn't actually "see" it, but she had the impression he put her panties in his pocket rather than the washer.

The day was pretty busy after that and he apparently managed to keep impure thoughts of his daughter out of his head, at least while she was close enough to "see" what he was thinking.

It was late when she got home that night after going to a movie with friends. He had stayed in, worked for a while on a novel he was writing, and had watched TV. All night she had wondered what he might be doing home alone with her stolen panties. She'd have been disappointed to know it was

nothing

.

She wished that her mind-reading could be much more long-distance. Although it did seem to be increasing in range the more she exercised it, it was still limited to about twenty feet or so. Surprisingly, being separated by walls didn't seem to have an effect, but the closer they were together, the sharper and more detailed she could see what he was thinking.

That night, before she gave him a goodnight kiss and hug, she had pinched and pulled on her nipples to get them hard, then held him a bit tighter and longer than she usually did. She was rewarded by his mental flash of her naked tits pressed against his strong chest as they hugged. She walked to her bedroom wearing a wide, mischievous smile and feeling her pussy tingle.

Tim and Tara's bedrooms were separated by a shared master-bath. The head of Tim's bed had always been up against the bathroom wall, but Tara's had been against the opposite wall, just on the edge of her reception range. As a result, she had rearranged her furniture and now her bed abutted the bathroom, too, putting their heads well within her clarity zone.

That night, shortly after they had both gotten into bed, she got the clear image of him holding her panties to his face while he was stroking his dick. Then, the image morphed from his reality to the fantasy he was conjuring while he jerked off smelling his daughter's crotch.

She "watched" him ease her bedroom door open and then stand there looking at her naked body as she slept with no covers. Her legs were parted and he stared at her pussy while he pulled on his cock. Suddenly, in his fantasy, she opened her eyes and saw him with his boner in his hand. But rather than being shocked and repulsed, he imagined her saying, "

Oh, Daddy! I've been waiting so long for you to come in here and see how I sleep. It makes me wet to have you looking at me like a woman and not your silly little girl.

" In his mental image, she spread her legs farther, and told him, "

Please come here and eat my pussy, Daddy!

"

An instant later, he was imagining himself on his knees between her legs, his face in her crotch, and his tongue sliding between her shaved pussy-lips. While he licked her pussy in his fantasy he apparently continued to jerk off in reality, because he suddenly mumbled, "

Oh, fuck, yes!

" into her pussy, and her mental image blurred and then switched to one of his boner squirting thick, white cum all over his belly as he lay in his bed. She guessed it was what he was then looking at. Then even that image vanished.

All the while she was "watching" him sneak into her bedroom and eat her pussy, she had a pair of fingers up her cunt, and she came just seconds after he did.

Sunday afternoon, after a hard day's work in the yard, Tim was in the shower. Tara knelt on her newly-positioned bed with her head nearly against the wall and only a foot or two away from his. She was hoping he might fantasize about her being in the shower with him. In her own fantasy of that, they soaped each other up and he was spooning into her from behind, sliding his stiff, slippery boner up and down her ass-crack while he squeezed her soapy tits and nuzzled her ear.

The image that she saw form in his head was quite different, however, and it caused her mouth to gape open. She was on her knees and four men stood around her taking turns pushing their stiff cocks in her mouth. Each would fuck her mouth for half-a-dozen strokes then turn her head so another one could feed her their fat dick.

The men were only visible from the waists down in her father's fantasy image but she recognized

his

cock from his other fantasies. Of the other strange cocks, one was fatter but shorter than her father's, one was long and skinny and had an upward bend, and the other was uncircumcised with a big mushroom head outlined inside his foreskin.

At first, Tara was horrified that her father was imagining her as some kind of cock slut to be shared with his buddies, but she suddenly realized that her pussy was not just tingling from watching herself being used like a little whore, it was leaking pussy-juice without her even touching it!

Then, her father's fantasy abruptly changed to a living room setting where she was sitting on the lap of one of the men with his bent-dick buried in her cunt. With her feet on the floor and her hands behind her on the back of the couch, she supported herself as the guy bounced his ass on the cushions fucking her. Then he lifted her off his dick and passed her over to the man beside him--Mr. Uncut--who guided her pussy down onto his boner. As he rocked his hips giving her a deep fuck, the third stranger crawled onto the back of the couch and fed his cock to her, grabbing her hair and making her give him a bobbing blowjob.

As surprising as it was that her father was thinking of her as a fuck-toy to be passed around between his friends, it astonished her even more to realize how hot it was making her! Her pussy was on fire and she had to push two fingers up her cunt to even try to satisfy it. With her other hand, she was pinching and yanking on her nipples. She had never felt so aroused!

Then, her father reentered the fantasy he had running in his head. He lifted her off the guy's cock that she was sitting on, turned her around, bent her over at the waist, and pushed her mouth down onto the wet dick that had just been up her cunt.

Then he bent down, spread her ass-cheeks, tongued her tiny little asshole, and spit on it before standing upright. He guided his stiff cock to her rosebud and pushing on his knob with his thumb, he forced her sphincter to open up and accept his cock-head.

In his fantasy, she let out a loud, "OH!" around the dick in her mouth, then lifted off it enough to say, "Yes, Daddy! Fuck your little girl's ass! Show your friends what a good slut I am! I'm your slut, Daddy! Fuck me any way you want!"

In the image in her head, her father pushed his cock all the way up her ass, reached around and grabbed her tits, and then began to ass-fuck her. In reality, she wasn't even feeling his dick in her ass, but just the image of it stuffed deep inside her made her hammer her fingers in and out of her burning cunt.

Then suddenly, the image blurred then disappeared and she was seeing her father's stiff cock in his hand, slathered in soap suds and squirting a jet of cum across the shower. That triggered her own orgasm, and she jammed her fingers up her cunt into her gushing pussy-juice. It soaked her fist, ran down her legs, and dripped onto her pillow.

She

would be sleeping with the scent of pussy filling her nostrils tonight.

When Tara awoke the next morning it was from a dream where she was on her back, naked and being fucked missionary style by her father while another young girl straddled her head and fucked her face by rocking her hips and grinding her wet cunt all over it. She knew it was a dream as opposed to one of her father's fantasies because they had completely different feels to them. And her father's images were sharper in detail and much more vivid.

The dream featured her father and the girl from only the shoulders down. She knew it was her father because she had "seen" his cock in his imaginings many times now, but she didn't know who the girl was. She had fantasized about girl/girl sex with a couple of her friends--even kissing one, which she enjoyed--but she hadn't gone any further. Obviously, her subconscious wanted her to!

Now, fully awake, she turned her head and inhaled deeply from her pillow. The unmistakable scent of her pussy was still there. She smiled as she got up, wondering if that might have been the seed for her dream; the smell of a fresh, young pussy engulfing her head. She pulled a t-shirt on over her otherwise-naked body and headed for the bathroom to get ready for school.

Her father was just coming out when she got there. He was wearing only his pajama bottoms, apparently having just gotten out of the shower. The morning was cool and her nipples were stiff under the thin cotton of her father's old shirt, so she decided to make the most of the situation.