Alison
by Lisa Cohn
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Every father thinks that there is something very special about
anydaughter of his. He loves them from their birth and watches
them grow,shares with them all the difficulties of growing up,
and finally seesthem leave the nest to continue with their own
lives. There is a love, a special kind of love, that means
that they willalways be there for eachother. A love which gives
each the desire to comfort and protect eachother in times of
need, sadness or distress. Sometimes this love goes further to
the point when a greater physical love plays a part. This story
reaches that point and beyond.
And rew had worked hard all his life without too much to show for
it. True, he had a reasonable income, nice house and a few good
friends butthere was a gap, a void that needed filling. For
many years this gap had been filled by his little daughter
Alison. He worked to provide for her, his life was scheduled to
give her what she needed. Many people would say that Andrew gave
her everything she wanted, but that was not true. He knew that he
would do her no favours by spoilingher. He gave her eve rything
that she would need in life - education and love. As she grew
she became more independent. A maturing girl loves herfather no
less than before, but she begins to want to strike out on herown.
She has friends with whom she can go places with out the need of
a chaperone. She can do more of her schoolwork without help. She
wants tochoose her clothes for herself. In short she requires
less of her parents,relying on her own initiative and resources.
Alison was no different from other gir ls in this but it createda
problem for Andrew. The more she did on her own the more the
lonelinessset in for him. A feeling of envy or maybe rejection, a
feeling that hisusefulness had come to an end. It was then that
he found that his love for Aliso n began to change.
The pair of them had lived alone since Ali was three years
old.Her mother had died in a car crash and left the two of them
with buteachother. Andrew always knew that part of his wife would
always liveon in Alison. By the age of 11 she was a beautiful,
intelligent younggirl just beginning to develop into a young
woman. Andrew began tonotice her looks more and more, he could
not help thinking of her mother who had been a beauty. She was
beginning to develop the samelook that he had fallen for with his
wife so many years ago. Ali had the most gorgeous red hair which
fell just over her shoulders and bounced and flowed as she
walked. Her eyes were a hypnotic greenthat could fix you to the
spot and then gleam at you sending a shiver of happiness right
through your whole body. Her face was accentuated withthe
lightest of freckles on each cheek. Andrew loved the way they
roseand fell as she smiled or laughed. She would wear jeans and
t-shirtsmost of the time but on specia l occassions she would
wear the black dressthat used to be her mother's. Now she was
older it fitted her frame somuch better. She was wearing this
dress when he first noticed the change happening in him. As she
stood in the hallway waiting to go to a neighbour'sChristmas
party he looked at her. His eyes took in the lovely body that was
growing inside that dress. Her tiny, little breasts were just
pushingthe black material away from her body. They bobbled
slightly as she moved.The material c lung more to her hips,
moulding itself around the curves of her growing body. Andrew
felt a slight stirring in his loins. Embarrassed,he looked away
and rebuked himself for looking at his young daughter insuch a
way. They went to the party and both h ad a good time,
laughing and joking with their friends and neighbours. All
through that evening Andrew found himself looking at his daughter
more and more. He noticed the way she tossed her hair when she
laughed, the way she smiled and lether eyes beam as she spoke to
him or looked at him from across the room.As they made their way
home he felt un-nerved by the whole experience. Once home they
both showered and went to bed.Over the course of the next few
months Andrew began to feel more attractedto his daughter. He
would watch as she walked round the house in just her little
training bra and panties in the search for clothes to wear. He
watched as she swam in her bikini at the local pool. He watched
as she removed her clothes after she had come in from school
during a storm. At night he would think of her young body and
fantasise about seeing her completely naked. He made sure that
he was always around "just changing a light bulb" or "fixing the
carpet" outside the bathroom when she had a bath or shower -
hoping to catch a glimpse of her young, wet body as she returned
to her room to dry and dress. Alison was getting to the stage
where she was self-conscious of her body and was keeping it more
and more covered up. Andrew's response was calculated. He began
to show her his body. At first it was purely by accident when
dressing one morning, then he would plan each encounter. This
started when she was twelve and by the time she reached fourteen
she was used to see her father naked walking to and from the
bathroom or getting changed to go out.
The frustration and guilt was building inside Andrew. He loved
his daughter, but wished there could be some greater way to show
this love. He dreamt of making love to her as he had done with
her mother. he would masturbate at night thinking of his daughter
and he locked together in a loving embrace and sharing a physical
love for each other. Ali, on the other hand, had not even noticed
her father in that way, in fact she rarely even thought of boys
except in a romantic way. The few sexual thoughts she had were
reserved for some singer or sportsman or other who had appeared
in the teen magazines recently. She had wondered what sex would
be like and had massaged her vagina, but it really was not
something that was ready to take a major part in her life. She
had kissed a few boys at school and had even let one of them feel
her tender breasts, but she had gotten scared and that was where
it had stopped.
On this particular day Andrew had been fixing something in the
kitchen and Ali had come home from school and gone upstairs into
his bedroom to use the telephone away from all the noise. She lay
back on the bed and talked to her friend Elspeth. They talked
about school, the coming holidays and what Elspeth wanted for her
birthday. Whilst they talked Andrew finished working and came
upstairs to have a shower before their evening meal. He stopped
short of the bedroom door and listened in to the conversation for
a short while . It was really quite uninteresting, but he was
beginning to develop a plan. He walked into the room and saw Ali
propped up on the bed by three pillows. She just smiled at him
and continued talking. As he looked at her he could see that her
legs were raised and slightly parted. She was showing her pink
panties. Andrew looked for just a brief moment, imagining the
young mound hidden from view. He felt his prick shudder and then
grow under his jeans, pressing hardagainst the top of his shorts.
His mind raced, "It's now or never" he thought to himself and
started to undress. Ali took no notice. She had witnessed this
many times before and carried on talking on the phone.
Andrew quickly stripped down to his shorts. He turned slightly
so that he was in profile to Ali and slipped his fingers into the
waistband.With one quick movement he slid the shorts down to his
knees. His manhoodstood proudly to attention. Ali was in the
middle of a talking about ascience test they would be having on
Mond ay. She glanced up and looked atthe naked form in front of
her. Andrew heard her stop speaking for abrief second, then heard
her say "Sorry, what was I talking about?" He was quite
disappointed with her reaction. She calmly picked up the thread
of her conversation and continued. He walked over to the closet
and took out a robe and towel, then headed for the bathroom.
For a few minutes he stood thinking what a fool he had been. His
erection had diminished in the face of rejection. He rinsed the
soap from his body and left the shower. As he rubbed the towel
over his body he heard Ali call to him from outside the
bathroom. "Daddy?"
"I'm in here, sweetheart." he replied. "Door's open". Ali walked
into the room and eyed him up and down.
"What's the matter?" asked Andrew.
"Nothing." she replied, then added "Where's your thing gone?"
"What thing?"
"Your penis. When I saw it in the bedroom it was standing up and
looked all long."
"Oh, I had an erection, but it's gone now." Andrew was trying
hard to fight it but he was losing the battle. Slowly the blood
flowed and his prick started to rise again."
I thought that men only got an erection when they had sex. Why
did you have one?" she asked in all innocence.
"W-well," he stammered "men do get turned on by lots of things.
Even just thinking of sex."
"Were you thinking of sex then?" she asked, and then not waiting
for a reply continued, "but you don't have sex, do you?"
At this point Andrew had reached a full erection which he covered
neatly with the towel. He wanted her. He wanted to show her his
love. It was true that he had not had sex for years and years,
and now he felt the yearning to experience the love that two
people can share together. He wanted to share the pleasure with
his own daughter .
"How old are you now, Honey?" he asked
"You know how old I am Daddy, I'm fourteen -just."
"Well I think that you're old enough to understand what happens
between men and women -you're nearly a woman yourself."
"I know all that stuff" she said curtl y, "they teach us all
about it at school and I do talk to my friends you know!"
"I've got to tell you something Ali." he continued. "I'm only
human. and you said yourself that I haven't had sex for a long
time. You know how I loved your mother and how nobody else would
do. Hell, I don't even date!" he paused for a moment, then took a
deep breath and said: "For a little while now I have noticed you
growing up and you have made me start feeling aroused again."
"Daddy!" cried Alison. "I'm your daughter!"
"I know, sweetheart, but you are so beautiful and I love you so
much, my mind and body just can't ignore it. It's not easy for
me. I have missed your mother so much, but after a while I
didn't feel any need for sex, not if it was without her, but now
I m beginning to remember. It's all coming back. You must
remember that it was love that created you."
Ali felt so sorry for her father. She couldn't bear to think of
him being sad and so she rushed across the room and flung her
arms around his neck."I love you daddy, you know I do!" she
sobbed, the tears began to run down her face and fall onto
Andrew's chest. He gripped her tightly with both hands. The towel
slipped to the floor and Ali felt the stab of his hardness on her
belly. She moved her head down slighly to see what was pressing
against her. She had never seen an erection before and looked
closely at it whilst pretending to still have her face pressed
into his chest. The wetness of his body was making her school
clothes damp. She could feel the water seeping into her blouse
and skirt. For a full minute they stood and hugged each other,
then Andrew broke the silence.
"I saw you sitting on the bed when you were on the phone to
Elspeth. You had your legs apart and I could see your panties. I
started to imagine things -you know -seeing you. I just couldn't
help it. And now you are here and it's happening again."
Ali was confused and upset. How could her own father be turned on
by her,she was not much more than a child and didn't have that
much to look at, but the warmth of his embrace was wonderful. It
felt as if she was so safe. She thought of her father who by this
time was sobbing quietly too. His sobbing a mixture of pleasure
and guilt all rolled into one. She so wanted him to be back to
'normal', the smiling, joking father who loved her so much. She
felt a sensation building up inside her as she clung to him. She
couldn't really understand why she felt the way she did, but it
just seemed that she had to do something. Ali broke free from
her father's embrace and took two paces backward. She stood in
front of him, staring with those big green eyes of hers. She so
wanted to help him. She thought for a second and without taking
her eyes away from his she reached round and unfastened her
school skirt.It gently slipped to the floor revealing the little
pink bikini panties. Andrew looked down at her. He could see the
lovely mound between her legs and this made his penis twitch the
more. Ali knew she was having the right effect and slowly
unbuttoned her blouse. She opened it and slipped it from her
shoulders. Andrew looked as her small firm breasts appeared held
tightly in her bra. He could see the outline of her nipples
pressing against the fabric. His erection jolted again. She had
come this far and there would be no stopping now. Ali reached
behind her back and uncoupled the straps, then thrusting her
shoulders forward flipped the straps forwards and down until she
was just holding the cloth in front of her. With one deft move-
ment she threw her arms forward and let the bra slide down her
arms and land on the floor at his feet. She let her arms drop to
her sides, exposing her naked breasts to him. Andrew gasped a
little as the small mounds came into view. They were beautifully
round and firm, pointing towards him. Her nipples were a pinkish
brown and were beginning to swell a little. Ali felt the change
and looked at her breasts. This hadn't happened before without
her rubbing them. She looked at her father and how he was
examining every inch of her with his gaze. He looked so handsome,
so kind, so caring -so much like her 'old' daddy.
Finally Ali took a deep breath. She hooked her thumbs into the
top of her panties and bent forwards, sliding then to the floor.
She stepped out of them and stood up, her mound exposed to his
view. He let his eyes roam over his daughter's sex, fascinated
by the crop of fine red hair that covered the long, darker slit
that disappeared between her closed thighs. Ali sensed his prob-
ing and spread her legs slightly so that he could see more.
Andrew's body quivered. He was so close to coming right there.
"Can - Can I touch you darling?" he asked in a soft voice.
"Yes Daddy, but please be gentle." came the reply.
He moved forward and placed his right hand on top of her head,
gently stroking her lovely hair. He reached forward with his
other hand and brushed her cheek. Now with growing confidence he
swept her hair away from her face and gazed into her eyes. God -
how beautiful. His hands continued down over her body, gently
caressing her soft skin. Her shoulders, arms, side. thighs,
belly. He paused for a moment. Still looking deep into those
hypnotic eyes he placed his fingers lightlyo n her firm young
breast. He traced small circular patterns all around then
concentrated on the protruding nipple. Each time he brushed past
it Ali breathed a little harder. He noticed the change in her
face, it had mellowed as she felt a wave of pleasure drift
through her body. Her eyes were slightly glazed. Her breathing
grew ever faster and the stiffness slowly melted away from her
body. She was enjoying this new experience. Andrew continued
to move his other hand downwards, letting his fingerslip gently
into and out of her navel, then down further until he felt the
soft mat of her whispy pubic hair. He cupped his hand and moved
further so that her entire mound was now under his fingers. Ali
let out a little gasp as he slowly moved his hand up and down,
brushing the light covering of hair as he did so. He then let his
middle finger stiffen and slide into the folds of her skin. She
gasped again as he tenderly worked on her little clitoris which
grew ever harder to his touch. He moved his head towards her and
kissed the top of her sweet head, taking in the smell of her
hair. She moved her head back and kissed him squarely on the
mouth -a baby kiss, a little girl's kiss, a daughter's kiss.
"I love you sweetheart." he moaned. "I love you so, so much."
"Oh Daddy........ Daddy!" came her breathless reply.
With that he picked up her little body and carried her from the
bathroom,leaving a pile of discarded clothes on the floor. As he
walked he thought of a book he had read. It contained a passage
where a father seduces his young daughter and finally takes her
virginity. He remembered how the little girl had shouted "Fuck me
Daddy! Fuck me harder." and that the man had replied "Take
Daddy's prick Honey, let me fill your cunt, and fill you with my
cum. Squeeze your cunt, let me fuck your cunt."
Andrew thought how different it would be for him and Ali. He
didn't want all this 'dirty' talk. This situation was born out of
love, not the lust of an older man for a small, virgin body.
He carried her into his bedroom and laid her on the bed. He moved
the pillows to make it more comfortable for her. She lay there,
looking up at him with her big, watery green eyes. She tossed her
hair back in that way he loved so much and smiled at him. He
moved her legs apart and gently rubbed her bud again. He could
feel the wetness of her juices on his hand. He slowly inserted
one finger between the lips and searched for the entrance to her
love hole. Ali was breathing faster again, and was beginning to
make involuntary movements with her hips. Suddenly his finger
slipped deep into her and her hips bucked. She let out a whimper
and moaned as his finger moved in and out of her body. He could
feel her muscles tense slightly - she was going to come. He
stopped short and slid his finger from her body. She relaxed
slightly, her eyes now closed in concentration as the pleasure
radiated through her body. Ali did not know that it could
feel so good. She continued to move and twitch as if he still had
his finger inside her. Without warning she shuddered as she felt
Andrew's fingers pull the lips of her labia apart and insert his
tongue. He lapped at the opening to her vagina, taking in all the
tastes and aromas of her young sex, then started making longer
strokes and caressed her clitoris. She cried out even louder as
his tongue delivered pleasure to her clit with every lick. He
could feel her juices flowing freely around his nose and mouth
and pressed his face hard into her mound. Ali's body was moving
with more urgency now, matching the movements of his probing
tongue with thrusts of her hips. She moaned rhythmically in time
with her bucking, the volume gradually increasing as the speed of
the motions increased. Andrew could feel her body begin to tense
as she approache d her first orgasm. He felt her body stiffen,
her back arch and her hips press hard into his face without
retreating. Ali let out a louder moan and felt the warm pleasant
ripple of orgasm surge through her body, then the second surge
that she thought was going to blow her mind. Andrew gently lapped
at the extra flow of juices that came with his daughter's climax
For a few seconds the pair clung to each other then Ali relaxed
and fell back onto the bed.
"Oh Daddy!" she cried "That felt so good, I have never felt like
that before."
"That's an orgasm, sweetheart. It's a wonderful feeling."
Ali looked at her father's body standing at the end of the bed in
front of her. His erection had not diminished and as she looked
at his body his penis quivered. She slipped off the bed and moved
towards her father. She reached out a hand and with a degree of
trepidation took his erection in her hand. She felt the
involuntary jerks as she touched it. She turned him round and
pushed him back towards the bed. As the backs of his legs touched
the bed he sank down in front of her. She sank to her knees,
and taking a deep breath took the first couple of inches into her
mouth. She had never done this before, never even dreamed of
doing this before, but had read about it being done and so
thought that it was the think to do in this situation.
Her inexperience made the act all the more exciting for Andrew.
He moaned loudly as her lips pushed backwards and forwards across
the head of his manhood. Gradually more and more of his length
disappeared into her small mouth. She stopped for a second as the
tip prodded the back of her throat almost making her gag. She
pulled away then started to kiss and lick its entire length.
Working her mouth over the head again she used her tongue,
licking all around the swollen head and around the crease
thatl ies just below it. Andrew's moans grew more urgent and his
hips started bucking as hers had done. The waves of pleasure
started rushing through his body and down into his scrotum. He
felt then tighten.
"I'm gonna come, darling." he moaned, and with that his penis
twitched and the first spurt shot from the end and coated the
roof of her mouth. Ali was both surprised and a little frightened
as she felt his cream wash round her mouth. A second, longer
spurt hit the back of her throat and she moved her head back
making room to swallow his load. The final few drops of cum
dripped from the end of his penis and landed on her tongue. She
licked round removing all trace of his seed and sat back on the
floor in front of him, smiling the broad, childish smile that he
loved so much. She moved her tongue round inside her mouth,
feeling for the drops of cum that she hadn't swallowed. She
worked them against the roof or her mouth tasting the taste of
man for the first time. Right in front of her eyes his
erection ebbed away and he lay back on the bed panting. It had
been the most wonderful experience of his life. His young
daughter, just fourteen years old had pleasured him in a way
no woman had ever done - and that included his much missed wife.
Ali got up and moved onto the bed next to him. For the next
twenty minutes nothing was said. She felt a warm glow inside her,
a great feeling that she had been able to help her father, and at
the same time a feeling that she had been fulfilled in some way.
She had grown up so much in the last half hour.
Andrew held her in his arms and stared at the ceiling. The guilt
had all but gone as he realized that she had thoroughly enjoyed
their love. He let one hand move down and started stroking her
little clit again. She moaned, almost purred, as she felt his
touch and reciprocated by taking his limp penis in her fingers,
lightly rolling it around. Gradually it began to grow in her
little palm. He knew what was next.
"Sweetheart" he spoke with a soft, caring voice. "Would you like
us to make love properly?"
"Will it hurt Daddy?" she replied. "It seems so big and I'm still
only quite small."
"It might hurt a little at first." he admitted. "You see, you're
stilla virgin and you have a small film of skin inside you to
protect the uppermost parts of your young vagina when you're
litle. I'll have to break through this before we can make love
properly. Every girl has to break her maidenhood at some time."
Not every girl has it done by her father, she thought!
Andrew moved her around on the large bed so that he was directly
between her thighs. He gently rubbed her clitoris again, and
feeling the juice begin to flow guided his manhood towards her.
She lay transfixed, waiting for the pain to come. He entered her
a little way and made small movements to stimulate her more. He
did not want to hurt her. He moved in slightly further and felt
the tip of his penis touch the covering of skin. Ali jumped a
little as she felt his touch. He took all his weight on his left
forearm so that he could stroke her hair reassuringly with his
free hand then with one swift movement he thrust forward and
broke through. She cried out as the pain hit her but relaxed
soon afterwards thinking to herself that it had not been as bad
as she had been expecting. Andrew began a gentle rhythmic
movement, slipping easily in and out of her tight vagina. Ali was
moving her hips up and down in time with his so that each thrust
was captured with a collision of their bodies. The pain was
subsiding, but she was not thinking of this. She could feel her
body start to tense and this time knew that she was building up
to a climax. She clutched at her father's shoulders as they
bounced on the bed. Their breathing was syncronized to the
movements of their hips, each thrust being met with a moaning
grunt from each of them. He felt that his moment was coming and
held her tight, and without a word between them the strokes of
lovemaking became fiercer and more urgent. He felt the walls of
her small vagina tense and he thrust one last powerful thrust and
felt his penis ram up against her cervix. She let out a cry and
came with a force much greater than before.
He too tensed as her climax gripped him inside of her and he
felt a stream of liquid rush through into her body. A few more
strokes emptied him completely and he rolled over onto the
bedbeside her exhausted.
hey both knew that this would not be the last time that they
shared their love for each other in this way. For a few minutes
they had been one with each other, sharing feelings that few
fathers and daughters do. This had been an act of love between
them and it would remain so in the future. There was no lust for
each other's flesh, no selfish desire to be sexually stimulated
and no need to have sex at every waking moment in the future.
This was love, pure love, an indescribable love that they would
share when they both wanted to show their deepest feelings for
each other and in that way it could not never be called dirty or
depraved.
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