Daughter's Love

Daughter's Love

Sanjayanand2

Six Months.......

That's all it takes for a Iltered life to be changed!!

I will start my story from the time all was well. I am talking about 7 months before:

We are a small and happy family based out of a city in North India. All our relatives are in South India. My father, Ujjwal Chandra, is an industrialist and mother, Ritika, is housewife. Mother was a beauty in her own times but harsh chemicals of makeup had spoiled her skin. My father is still in love with her as she had sacrificed herself for sake of family many times (That's another story for another time). I have an elder brother, Shakti, aged 28 years and I am Priti a 24 year old. Shakti bhaiya was working for a MNC from home and earning handsome amount in Euro. I had completed my degree in communications and was also freelancing.

Shakti Bhaiya and I have done our schooling from this city but we did our graduation abroad. We do not have any close friend circle. This never really bothered us as we are a very close knit and every day was fun in our house. Collectively we had good Income and mother would pamper us with mouth-watering dishes as we had all started to live together after 7 years of separation due to our graduation.

My mummy was not feeling too well for some time. Daddy got her checked by major doctors in our town and also in other metro cities but reports were all clear. One morning, just as Daddy was getting ready for leaving for work, mummy collapsed. We rushed her to Hospital and next 30 days were horrifying. Mummy was in critical care and best of the medical support could not save her. We lost her. Next 15 days went in her cremation and rituals. When we came back home, we realized that we had lost the main pillar of our home. Our Home had become house with no life.

We slowly picked up our threads. Daddy started to go back to his factory but he would come very late and most of the times after having few pegs. There was no communication between 3 of us....

To present.....

It is my birthday today. Shakti Bhaiya had been called to his head office in Mumbai for two weeks. He wished me in advance and gave me a beautiful sari as gift.

Dad wished me in morning and asked me what I wanted for my birthday.

"A quiet dinner at cities best restaurant" I said.

"But it is close to my factory and I will spend 2 hrs coming and going" Dad protested.

"Can I buy you some jewellery instead", He said.

"No. I just want your time, besides it is Sunday tomorrow!!" I replied.

We decided that I will meet him at the restaurant at 7.30 PM. Dad left for his factory after breakfast and I called up the restaurant and booked us a quiet corner.

I took appointment of a parlour for full treatment including hairstyle. She asked me what I was wanting to get done? I asked for full body massage, waxing, Hairstyle, Manicure and pedicure and very light makeup. I have fair skin and weigh about 140 pounds. The weight is distributed in all right places, if you know what I mean!! Some people call me plump others call me well filled.

After finishing my housework, I had light lunch and went to parlour for my appointment. The parlour girls had been attending my mother and were like family. I got pampered to the hilt. It took 5 hours and my skin was glowing after the full treatment. It was almost 6 by the time I reached home. I quickly got dressed. My blouse was low cut and had my cleavage on display. I wore very light jewellery and was ready just in time for my cab.

I reached the restaurant in time for making my reservation and was taken to my prebooked corner. Dad arrived 10 minutes later. He looked right pass me and continued searching for someone / something. In second scan his eyes rested on me and as if he stopped breathing!!

He came up to our table and said "Priti you look amazing -- all grown up"

It was as if his eyes had stopped seeing me as daughter but a young lady instead. His eyes were complimenting me for my beauty.

He gave me a hug and kissed my cheeks. "Happy Birthday Darling!" he said.

We sat opposite each other. It felt -- well -- different, as if I was desirable woman and not a little girl. The feeling grew in me, my nipples hardened slightly and I felt wet. This had not happened even during my college days. Here I was sitting in best restaurant with my favourite person. I felt flushed.

"Order for both of us and please order Scotch for me, large. You can order wine for yourself if you would like to enjoy." Dad told me.

I ordered some snacks and liquor. Slowly our conversation started with his day and my day, it drifted to mom and the gap we have in our life. I counselled him

"Dad she is not coming back, you will have to find new mother for me and bhaiya. I can't see you sad."

Dad changed the topic to our extended family and tried to make atmosphere lighter. We were served snacks and had also ordered for our main course.

Dad and I have always had very easy conversation. The night progressed well. I was getting his undivided attention and multiple compliments. My wine felt good. I was feeling all warm and flushed. His first drink was soon refilled 3 or 4 times. I tried to tell him that he had enough but he said that the occasion demanded that we celebrate. He was talking so freely after 6 months so who was I to play spoilsport. I got up to go to washroom and could feel his eyes all over me, admiring my face, body and backside.

It was almost 11.00 pm by the time we finished our meals. Dad paid for the meals and left extra generous tip. He was in no condition to drive so I took car keys from him and drove home. He was singing loudly in the car and touching my cheeks so lovingly. He had never done it before and since I never had any male attention this felt so different to me. I told him to stop but he continued singing numbers as he used to sing for mom. We were laughing and enjoying the ride.

I did not know that this night was going to be memorable on more ways than one for me!! I parked the car and helped him to our flat. He was in no condition to walk straight. He held me and struggled in walking to our apartment. He continued to sing romantic numbers though not very loudly. I was laughing at him and helping him walk. We reached apartment somehow and holding him I fished out keys. As I Inserted the key he hugged me from behind. I was shocked, Dad had NEVER behaved liked that before. He was never physical type. Hugs were reserved for some very special occasions and kisses were only on forehead on special achievements. This was so different.

I managed to open door and light and pulled him inside the house. He sat down on sofa and was singing away to glory. Seeing his inebriated condition, I kneeled down to open his shoes and pull down his socks. Dad pulled me up on sofa, cupped my face and slowly brought his face close to my face.

"Oh! Ritika you are looking beautiful, Ahmmm so beautiful!!". He was mistaking me for Mom!!

He held me by my waist and pulled me close to him. Brushing my hair back from my face - he kissed me on my lips! This was not a parental kiss!! I had never been kissed before, except some experiments with girls in my class where we used to pretend how our boyfriends would kiss us. But this was way different. This was his soft lips nibbling my lips, his tongue licking my lips and exploring my mouth, his whisky laden saliva entering my mouth.

Full eternity of heavenly experience kiss!! My first kiss!! So wrong! And yet I could not pull away!! Dad did pull back only to start removing my jewellery. Very odd! I thought but I still did not want to break his trance. After my jewellery, he slowly started to push my saree off my shoulder. Now this was definitely wrong. I tried to push him away. His put his left hand on my waist and pulled me in for another kiss.

I could not shout fearing what our neighbours would think, we have nosy neighbours and thin walls. Somehow, I gave in to another kiss. It was not my intention, but I could not do anything. My body was taking over my mind. Boys in my college had tried to get physically close but I had shunned all advances. I was not prude but somehow all these boys were insignificant and never in my love interest list.

I found myself deeply involved in the kiss. I was sucking his lips and my tongue was battling for a space in his mouth. Those who are aware of Indian sarees are easy to unknot, It is worn with blouse and long skirt, Not very difficult to take off. Before I realised my saree was on floor and I was standing in my long skirt and blouse. Dad was pulling me towards his bedroom. No that's is not a correct thing to do -- My mind said. I want it all -- shouted my body!!

I could not think straight. Dad switched on the night lamp and air conditioner and continued to kiss me while slowly opening the buttons of my blouse. His hand was burning my skin. I desperately wanted him to press my boobs, suck on them and take me to a new high. Dad slowly pulled out blouse and untied my long skirt. I looked down and saw my skirt slithering down my shapely thighs. I was standing before my dad in bra and panty.

His hands were all over my back and his lips were burning my neck. My whole body was burning, soon all the pent-up desire came rushing out. I lifted my head slightly and pushed my lips hard against dad, as if they just wanted to melt away in the heat. My hands moved up, encircled his neck, not letting him pull away even if he wanted! Minutes passed and then my tongue snaked out, passed in between his lips, and entered his mouth, savouring the wonderful taste Whisky from his mouth. His tongue welcomed her, and then they got into a love tussle. She also wanted him to explore her mouth and slowly pulled her tongue back, taking his tongue along, to let him explore every nook and corner of her sweet mouth.

Dad's right hand moved up to my breasts, pressing and cupping one after the other. A moan escaped my throat as he pressed my soft boobs. "Dad.... please," I whimpered into his mouth, pulling him tighter to me.

His face registered a shock. I was no longer "Ritika" but his own daughter Priti. He was too aroused to care and so was I....... His hands freed my boobs and crept up to hold my face. "Oh Priti, my lovely Priti" he said and bent down to kiss me. I brought my hands to his chin and pushed his head a little away, sufficient enough to free my mouth. I looked into his eyes and could see the fire in them.

"Dad..... I am her replacement, right?"

He gave up for a moment, our mouths locking again for a beautiful kiss. His hand lowered to my waist, cupping my hips and gently massaging me. His hand moved up to my bra hook and opened them. He bent down to kiss my ample breasts and rock-hard nipples. His kisses on my boobs and nipples were burning my body. His hand was touching my pubic mound above my panty. Then it moved inside the hem of my panties, his fingers burning on my womanhood.

He softly pushed me onto their bed. I was lying on my parent's bed as replacement of my mother with sole aim of bringing some joy to my father. He continued to kiss me and His mouth left my boobs and travelled further down. I could feel it against my navel, licking my bare skin, it teased my skin for a while and slid further down, to the top of my panty, showering kisses all over. Then he was kissing right over my pubes! His tongue probing through the material of my panty, as if it was trying to bore a hole to reach the treasure land!

I so much wanted to tear off my panty and feel his mouth and tongue on my lips below but I didn't do anything and wanted him do the honours. His hot tongue slid past my panty covered thighs, further down to the naked skin of my legs. I could feel his tongue tracing down my knee, my shin, and right up to my feet. He showered kisses on my feet.

"Turn over.. Lie on your stomach," he directed, which I instantly obeyed, presenting him with her panty-clad ass cheeks.

He started moving up, the same way as he went down, at a teasingly slow pace. It licked the rear side of my shin, knee, and was now on my naked thighs, travelling slowly up. When it reached the top of my thigh, I felt a tremor pass through my body. Involuntarily, I raised my ass a little and widened my thighs.

He could see the flaps of my pussy bulging out, stretching the thin, soft fabric of my panties. The cloth was sucked in at the middle of the two flaps, and he knew what lay there. He rubbed his nose through the folds and took a deep breath to fill his lungs with the intoxicating fragrance of my pussy. He then probed the valley with his tongue, sticking it in the gap as far as it could go, within the constraint of my panties.

My body was trembling more and more in anticipation, and I pushed my bottom further towards his face, in an attempt to get his tongue into my holes. After teasing me for a few minutes, his tongue moved up between my buttocks and again tried to poke in my rear hole. And he partially succeeded this time, as the tip of his tongue could push the fabric, sufficient enough to make contact with my anus. "Dad.. mm..," these were the first words since we entered home as shiver passed through me.

I was dripping my juices and I had no doubt that dad could feel and smell it. But surprisingly, I felt no shame at all. After loving my bottom for an extended amount of time, his mouth travelled upward, showering kisses over my spine, all the way up to the back of my neck. It felt so wonderful, every inch of my young, inexperienced body craved for more! He gently pushed me sideways to make me lie on my back.

Our eyes met and I pulled him down to lock my mouth onto his. "I love you, Dad. More than anything in the world," I whispered in his ear.

"mm.. I know, dear. Is this your first time?" he asked me. I couldn't trust my voice so I just nodded yes.

He sat up and unhooked my bra and then discarded it.

"Marvellous! I love your boobs," he said, cupping them using both hands.

He squeezed them for a while, feeling the softness in his hands. Then his fingers found her swollen tits and started playing with them, which made me go berserk. He bent down and brought his lips to my swollen tits. His mouth sucked my right tit, while his hand played with the left one. My body was burning, my body was writhing in pleasure, and I was moaning madly. He moved his mouth to the left one, and his other hand took over the duties on my right tit promptly.

He pushed down my panties to expose my pubes. His eyes soaked in the glorious sight in front of him. "Wow," he appreciated the neatly trimmed pubic hair before sticking his tongue out and licking my pubes. Oh I could have died and seen haven! He dove in hurriedly to taste the juices and was soon rewarded by more of it.

His tongue teased my folds by licking and lapping up the juices, before diving deeper into my tiny opening. "Dad... wow... amazing... Better than I had imagined. Please suck me, Dad... mm," I cried out in ecstasy.

He didn't disappoint me. He sucked and licked my hole, making my whimper for more. I was lifting my hips to meet his lips. I pulled his hairs and pulled him closer to my labia. Then I felt some churning in my stomach, like the build-up of a volcanic explosion. It gradually increased in intensity, and exploded... releasing my juices on to his face... It was a million times stronger than the ones I used to get during the masturbations.

The Stars were flying all around my head, I was floating in air... and I just loved it. Dad kissed my thighs softly and slowly came up and kissed me on my lips. I felt my juices on his lips. The slightly tangy taste. Dad got off me, turned me to his side and held me. I must have knocked off to sleep for few seconds. It was the very definition of bliss.

I opened my eyes. I had lost all my inhabitations now. I started to open the buttons of Dad's shirt and removed it; vest also came off. I opened his belt and pant and felt his hard penis properly for the first time. Dad got up and removed his pant and undergarment. I saw his stiff prick for the first time. He positioned his cock right in front of my head. I took his cock in my small hands. I could barely close the entire girth with one, so I used both my hands. No wonder my mom was always smiling, ???? I thought. Slowly, I started moving my hands up and down, seeing the piston-like movement of the mushroom head.

A tiny drop of his precum emerged from the tiny hole at the end. I didn't need any instructions; I bent my head and licked the tip. "Mmm...," Dad moaned. That encouraged me, and I licked again, then opened my lips, allowing his head to enter my mouth. I felt my lips fully stretched to accommodate him. I loved the feeling. He was now my lover and now onwards I wanted to give him everything.

I moved my mouth forward, gulping him more. Slowly, I took more than half of his length in my mouth. I could hardly breathe, but I didn't want to stop. He understood it was all too much for the little girl and didn't want to cause her any pain. He got on top of me and positioned his cock, right above my pussy.

"Open up your legs.. Spread them as wide as you can," he commanded, and I obeyed.

He opened the bedside drawer took out Vaseline and rubbed it generously over his penis. My tiny hole below his cock was wet, open and ready for his assault. It was glistening with my juices, that would eventually aid the penetration. He placed the tip of his cock at her entrance and pushed in slightly. It squeezed its way inside, splitting the entry.

"Oooooo.. mmm," I yelled.

He stopped immediately, thinking he was hurting me.

"No, don't stop.... make me a woman," I whispered.

He pushed forward again, and slowly; the head went inside my pussy. He waited for a few seconds before plunging in more. He kept pushing in... millimetre by millimetre, and succeeded in taking two more inches home. Then he felt something blocking his cock, something like a barrier... his penis was touching my hymen... I raised my lips to kiss him and brought my hand to his back and pulled him inside me. This made him push a little harder into me breaking my hymen.

"Dad.. Noo.. hoooooo.. please... Yes...," I cried out, obviously from the pain.

Since we had enough natural and Vaseline lubrication, he could not help but hit the hilt.

He just stayed still to allow me to get used to the fullness in my body. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. He could see tears falling out of my eyes.

"Is it hurting, dear?" he asked me, concern evident in his tone.

"No, Dad... I am ok. Just fuck me," I whispered.

He pulled out an inch or so and pushed back in. He did it a few times to make her pussy walls get used to it. Then he pulled it back, leaving only the head inside, and pushed it in. He did it slowly at first, allowing my pussy to get accustomed to it.

"Dad.. mmm.. I am loving it..," I whispered in a lusty voice.

He could feel me thrusting upward to meet his downward fuck and knew that I had passed through the tough part. The pain has given way to pleasure now! I lifted my legs and spiralled it around his back. He started fucking me faster... pulling his cock out fully and thrusting it in, in rapid succession. His body was crushing me and his lips were sucking my lips. I was writing beneath his body, and he knew it wasn't the pain this time. It was a pleasure getting into me. It encouraged him further, and he fucked me faster... My hands went around his back, keeping him close to my body. His chest crushed my boobs beneath... our mouths joined again, sharing the sweetness. With every plunge his cock took into my vagina, I was moaning into his mouth.

Then I felt some churning in my stomach, like the build-up of a volcanic explosion. It gradually increased in intensity, and then I exploded... releasing my juices on to his penetrating cock... It was a million times stronger than the ones I used get during the masturbations... My body swayed all over as if it was being thrown around by a hurricane, and then it went rigid...