by misskittyclitty 02/01/04
Julie turned around and sat on her suitcase, barely able to snap it shut. "There!" she exclaimed excitedly, "all packed!" As she attempted to lift it off her bed, her father walked in. "There you are," she teased, "I sure could have used your help here." Julie struggled with the overstuffed bag. Eric grabbed it easily, standing it on the floor.
"Damn baby, what do you have in there?" he asked, "the kitchen sink?"
"All my clothes, shoes, and other necessities," she answered. Julie stood on her tiptoes and kissed her father on the cheek. "Thanks Daddy."
Eric looked at his daughter. He had been dreading this for the past six years. His baby girl was off to college in two days, leaving the nest. He knew he was going to miss her terribly. All they had was each other since her mother ran off with his best friend six years ago, when Julie was twelve. Now here she was, just turned eighteen, ready to go out into the world. Personally, he didn't think she was ready, but he kept that to himself.
Julie had turned into a beautiful young woman. Her strawberry-blonde hair cascaded in natural curls down her back. He loved her green eyes that peeked out between thick lashes. Her young breasts pushed out against her T-shirt. Julie never wore a bra around the house. She hated them. She turned to check the closet. As she bent over, showing her firm round ass in her tight shorts, Eric felt a pleasant lurch in his loins. He chastised himself for having "those feelings" about his young daughter.
Later that night, Eric was unable to sleep. He tossed and turned in his big lonely bed. It was past three a.m. when he thought he heard someone.
"Daddy?" Julie whispered.
He rolled over and there stood his daughter, dressed in one of his old T-shirts.
"What's the matter, baby?" his voice full of concern.
"I'm scared," Julie replied, "can I sleep with you?"
"Sure baby girl," Eric said, pulling back the blankets.
Julie crawled in beside him, laying with her back against his chest. Eric covered her up and buried his face in her hair, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Comfy honey?" he asked when she had settled in close to him.
"Yes Daddy," Julie answered.
"Now tell me what you are afraid of honey," Eric whispered into her ear.
"I'm afraid to leave home, Daddy," she moaned. "You will be all alone!" Tears filled her eyes.
"Oh honey! Please don't worry about me," Eric told her, "your old Dad will be fine. You will be home at Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter," he said. You wait and see, you'll get into the swing of things there in college and forget all about your old man," he teased.
Even as he said it, he hoped it really wasn't true.
"Ohhhhh Daddy! I would never forget about you!" Julie exclaimed, and you're not old, you're only forty."
Eric hugged his daughter closer, all the while conscious of his semi- hard cock laying against her ass. He knew he should put some distance between them, but it felt so good, he didn't want to move.
When he heard the steady rhythm of Julie's breathing and he knew at last she had fallen asleep, he took a chance and cupped her breast on the outside of her T-shirt. It filled his hand nicely and he felt her nipple pushing into his palm.
Eric didn't sleep a wink. He didn't want to miss a single minute of holding her in his arms.
When the alarm went off, he reached across his daughter and hit the snooze button, hoping to prolong their closeness. His cock had throbbed all night, pressed against her.
Julie opened her eyes and started to stretch.
"Oh Daddy! Time to get up!" she giggled.
She turned around to face him, throwing the covers off them. Eric rolled over onto his back and tried to cover himself again.
"Nooooooooooo!" he teased.
Julie easily straddled him and leaned down to kiss his cheek.
"Come on daddy, wake up!" she said, tickling him by grabbing at his waist.
As Eric pretended to fight her off, grabbing at her waist, he caught glimpses of her bare pussy as she struggled to get away. She was completely bald! The little devil must be shaving it, he thought. He felt his cock harden even more inside his boxers. He wondered if she felt it against her ass.
"Okay, baby girl! I give! I give!" Eric conceded, "you go grab a shower, and I will cook you the biggest breakfast this side of the Canadian border!"
"Great Daddy! And don't burn the bacon!" Julie admonished teasingly.
She stood up on the bed, her feet on either side of his hips, giving him a better view of her eighteen year old pussy. Eric groaned under his breath, fighting his urge to fuck her right there.
Julie jumped down off the bed and disappeared into her bathroom and Eric breathed a sigh of relief. He threw the covers back and laughed to himself. His cock was standing straight up, tenting his boxer shorts. He ambled to his own bathroom and aimed his hard cock at the toilet. It took a while, but he finally was able to relieve himself.
He went back to the bedroom to pull on a pair of sweats, but his cock was still hard from thoughts of holding Julie in his arms most of the night. He lay on the bed and pulled his throbbing cock and balls out over the waistband of his sweatpants. He had to relieve the pressure or he would explode. With great urgency he jacked his cock, working himself into a frenzy. The side of his hand slapped against his balls.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned, working his hand up and down his shaft.
It didn't take long before his balls tightened up and long ropes of cum shot out of the end of his dick, straight up into the air and landing on his stomach and chest, gradually calming down to short spurts.
He heard the shower stop and quickly grabbed some tissue to clean himself. He jumped up from the bed and ran to the kitchen, giving his hands a quick wash in the sink.
As he pulled eggs and bacon from the refrigerator, Julie walked into the kitchen and moved up behind him, her taut body wrapped in a towel. She slid her arms around his waist, pressing herself against his bare back. She kissed the back of his neck, sending shivers through him.
"I love you, Daddy," she told him.
"I love you too, baby," he replied, "you're my best girl."
"I'm your only girl," Julie teased," we have to find you a woman."
He turned around to face her, glancing at the swell of her breasts as the towel pushed them together. He badly wanted to bury his face in them, tongue her nipples. She was the only woman he wanted.
Changing the subject, he told her, "Have a seat angel, I'll have breakfast ready shortly."
Julie sat down on a barstool that was nearest to the sink. Her legs parted slightly, causing the towel to fall away from her thighs. Eric tried his best to restrain from staring at her.
His cock was throbbing again and he found it hard to concentrate on the task at hand. He wondered if she knew what she was doing to him.
"Need some help daddy?" Julie inquired.
"No baby, you just sit there and talk to me," he answered, trying to keep his hands busy.
As they sat and ate the breakfast Eric had prepared, Julie watched her father. He was acting so strange, shifting in his seat and not looking at her at all. When he stood up to pour more coffee, Julie noticed the bulge in his pants. That's it! she thought. Daddy has a hard on.
Julie looked down at her body. The towel barely covering her most private parts. She shifted slightly in her chair, now fully aware of how she must look to her father. She felt her nipples growing hard and her pussy twitching. Julie had always thought of her father as handsome, but she never had "those feelings" when she thought of him. She couldn't believe how she was feeling now. She was shocked to realize she wanted him to see her naked, to touch her.
Eric moved away quickly from the table, hoping Julie didn't notice his erection. He started rinsing the dishes and placed them into the dishwasher. Julie walked over to him and stacked her plate on top of the others.
"Thank you, Daddy, breakfast was great!" Julie said.
As she turned to walk away, her towel caught on the door of the dishwasher and pulled away from her body. She grabbed at it, trying to cover herself as best she could. Eric's hard cock reacted as he looked at his daughter's hard nipples.
"Daddy," Julie grinned mischievously as she dropped the towel to the floor, "do you like what you see?"
Eric could only stare at his beautiful daughter. Her tits were perfectly shaped, her pink erect nipples pointing right at him.
His cock was pushing harder against the fabric of his boxers and sweats, almost like it wanted out to look at her as well.
"Ahhhh, well, I....err.....Yes, I do," he finally managed to stutter.
Julie stepped forward, taking his hand in hers, laying it against her breast. Eric could feel her hard, erect nipple pressing against the palm of his hand.
"Mmmmmmmmm Daddy," she moaned, "that feels so nice."
Eric was stunned. He knew he should stop what was happening, but he couldn't. He didn't want to. He admitted he wanted his daughter. He wanted to fuck her.
Eric reached up and cupped her other tit in his hand, sliding his thumb over her nipple. He heard her suck in her breath. She was trembling as he manipulated both nipples.
Julie reached out and touched his hard cock, causing him to moan. Julie could feel the heat of her father's cock through his clothes. She slid her hand inside the waistband, grabbing at his throbbing erection. Eric gazed at his daughter, as if making sure it was all right to be doing this with her, and that it was really happening.
"Oh baby girl, that feels so good," Eric whispered.
He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her, pressing her tits against his bare chest. He could feel her hard nipples digging into his skin. Julie continued massaging her father's cock, moving her hand up and down the shaft. Eric held her tight against his chest, his heart racing at the thought of what they were doing.
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