by Lisa Smiles
“And the private room?”
“I would say that is essential for anyone who can’t fuck at home. If I couldn’t fuck my dad every day, I’d go crazy! I’m lucky though that mom knows.”
“Thank you so much for all of your help Prue, you’re the best.”
“You’re most certainly welcome. Here, take this,” she says, passing me a note with her name and her number before promptly leaving, looking a little embarrassed.
Right now I would say I’m committed to the program. Vanessa is in my lap gently suckling the head of my penis. “Oh, I love you so much Vanessa. You’ve grown to be such a lovely young lady. Smart. Friendly. Everyone likes you.”
There’s a tremor in my voice though, knowing what I need to do next. Opening a few more buttons on her school blouse will let me see something kept from my view for too long. My fingers are trembling as I slide my hand into the darkness for a first feel.
I have the nearest one cupped in my hand. There’s some weight there. She was an early developer though, so for a long time I’ve known she has a firm handful. I’ve spent too much time, I am well aware, transfixed by her chest and her b-cup bras in the laundry.
Now she’s completely exposed, like the daughter on the adjacent lounge, whose father’s lead I am following.
Gravity and her sideways position has caused the creamy goodness of both breasts to settle too low for me to admire them. But I can rock her gently to distract her while I roll her over just a little onto her back.
“There’s my good girl. Just you relax. Daddy just wants to tell you how lovely your breasts are Vanessa.”
They feel so firm and fulsome. The good lord has given her the greatest little titties on earth. “Vanessa, one day, when you have your own baby, the milk from these nipples will be so sweet and thick.” After this experience I’m confident she’ll let me taste that myself when the time comes. Imagine if I get her pregnant!
I’m feeling a jet of pre-cum like electricity along my urethra. It is inspiring Vanessa to tighten her lips over my glans and double the vacuum. Her tongue is drawing love hearts on the nerves just under the head.
I gently stroke her cheek. “Oh you sweet girl.”
The father on the sofa beside us has been perfectly silent until now.
“O-o-o-w… a-ye-e-eow… oh Jesus!” he says and I look and see the poor guy with his arms out clutching fists full of cushions. His head is arched back and he’s biting his belt. Meanwhile his daughter looks half asleep in his lap, except for slight waves through her neck as she swallows.
After our false start before, I am confident I can get to that stage with Vanessa. I would love this to be a daily part of my life until she leaves home, and wouldn’t care if she stayed living with me forever. Prue is right. I do make beautiful daughters—but then I’ve been told that so many times. It’s not that her mother isn’t beautiful too, and when we make love she always turns into the girl I first met when she was eighteen. But Vanessa is eighteen now, and there has not been a day in her life that I haven’t witnessed. I just feel so much closer and more attracted, and horny around her. It’s crazy, I know. She’s my own daughter!
I’m looking at the fastener on the side of her pleated grey skirt. Be still my hips. I can’t let myself thrust.
I never knew these catches were so easy to open. Whose idea was it to put schoolgirls’ treasures behind skirts so short and so easy to undo? Surely the department of education is run by men with a fetish like mine.
Schoolgirls! Who doesn’t love schoolgirls! Schoolgirls and cheerleaders. My daughter is both.
I’ve got to unwrap my girl’s bottom. The girl on the next sofa has started snoring, polluting the air with her cum-scented breath. Even if Vanessa had pissed and shat herself—which she hasn’t—the smell would be better.
“You don’t need this diaper Vanessa. You’re a big girl. I don’t know what they were thinking.”
Even shaky horn dog hands can peel back the adhesive holding this little heat pad around her.
“You’ve got so much fur here Vanessa. You’re really a woman.” I run my nails through the strands them raise them to my nostrils. It’s beautiful and completely masks Little Miss Cum-Breath snoring on the lounge there beside us.
I feel a tap on my shoulder from behind the sofa. Prue is knelt there with her perfumed face beside mine. “I don’t mean to interrupt Craig, but Ms Compton has had to leave for the rest of the afternoon for a meeting. Here are some condoms.”
Vanessa’s eyes are wide open. She was never asleep. “You can feed from me too,” she says faintly and raises one knee to welcome me into a sixty-niner embrace.
My forehead falls between the tops of her thighs, still warm from being trapped in that diaper. Below all the pubic hair I saw when I was sitting up straight, she is perfectly waxed. I don’t think it’s because she’s sexually active—not very. I think these days it’s just what girls in school do.
It’s warm, wet and pungent down here. I have no intension of being vigorous either. I just want to lap her. I want enough of her lubricant in my mouth that it becomes all I can smell through the back of my nose.
As I move my tongue to her clit she clenches her arse cheeks to press herself hard. Unlike us fathers, daughters aren’t briefed about humping. In any case she’s too inexperienced for any of us in our forties to expect such self control on her part. So I force my chin down on her clit to give her something to press against. There’s your hard pressure Vanessa. I’ll be returning to the office with a cunt-scented five-o’clock shadow.
Never mind the condoms. I think we can do it like this. Actually, we can do even better.
“Vanessa,” I say, “settle down honey. Let’s nurse each other and both go to sleep lying like this.” I’m soothing her milky white bottom with long gentle strokes.
This is better. We’re both gently suckling. I’m seeing Vanessa at home in bed with me and my wife. It’s 3am and Vanessa complains she is hungry. “Craig,” my wife says, “that’s your job these days.”
“I’ve got it,” I say, and put my pillow half way down the bed to turn into feeding position.
I’m having a wet dream. My penis is shooting. I open my eyes to see Vanessa’s sphincter convulsing. We’ve both cum in our sleep, at my girl’s school! I’m in a goddam fucking school having sex with my daughter! How on earth could this be!
What time is it? Did she have her feed? I don’t want to disturb her but I’ve got to know.
I see Prue’s nurse’s uniform in front of our sofa and look up to see her smiling.
“Did she?”
Prue simply nods and gestures by tilting her head on a pillow made with her hands that I should close my eyes now and sleep.
Tonight I’m going to do some work in my man-cave at the back of my shed. My wife never comes down there. I would only have to move a few tools and put a bed there, and Vanessa would only have to say she wants to go out for walks in the evening. We’re going to start fucking. I think that’s essential. And I’m going to keep penis-feeding my daughter at school.
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A message from Lisa Smiles
Have you enjoyed reading Penis-Feeding Daughters at School? I really hope so! I felt uneasy about ever publishing it but luckily my poorer judgement won in the end. Now it’s the story that has brought me the most fan mail, which I always find very exciting. It’s great to know when I’ve really brought my readers enjoyment.
On what planet would a school ever provide such a program? None that I can imagine! There might be someone in your life though who might enjoy role play. And the great thing about “feeding” is the feeder has their hands free to read. What would you do if your hot eighteen daughter came to you with the idea? Would you play along with the game?
This is one of my longer form stories where the focus is on the main character’s thinking about the situation he’s in. If you liked it, then Sex-Ed Daughter is another one like it, also with an unusual premise. In that case a teacher at an
alternative school is contracted to give sex education lessons, that for reasons you will learn of, can only be done with a daughter.
Bio of Lisa Smiles
In their physical descriptions, taboo acts are no different from boring honeymoon love scenes, but that’s not my main focus. What fascinates me are relational details, or the way girls do their makeup, or the way incest is bass jumping compared to other sex that’s just cricket. Why is that? It’s precisely because of the fear. In the arts that fear is called The Sublime. You might feel it in your chest when you read me.
Please, reach out to me however you can. I want to work with you to provide unique reading experiences and valuable products that you will store and return to again and again.
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Other Lisa Smiles Titles
Genetic Sexual Attraction to Daughter
Model For Daddy
Bone-Her: An Incest Blockbuster
Too Many Teens in One Day
The 40 Hour Nude Famine (a continuing saga—please start with Book 1)
Girls Who Strip for Their Uncles and Daddies
Incest, Forgiveness and Heaven (novella length)
Daddy’s Just Clueless: 18yo Daughter Biological Incest
Autistic Daughters Do Daddies (novella length)
Introducing Our Daughter to Porn
Home Alone Fondling my Daughter
A Father, Floodwater & Daughter
Rearing my Daughter: Cute Incestuous Relations and Anal Deception
Nudist-Youth Daughters
Daughters Beat Mothers, Pants Down!
Elite Daughter Swapping
SLR Daughter
Daddy’s Calendar Girl
Sex-Ed Daughter
The Full Incest Monte
Penis-Feeding Daughters at School
The Games Some Daughters Will Play
Fun Family Games: We Tried Them With Our Daughters, They Worked!
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Teasers
The Games Some Daughters Will Play
From page 5 onwards:
“How about we add a little incentive? You two take it in turns, and each time you make it across, there and back, I’ll pay you a dollar.”
Natalie couldn’t believe it.
Kylie said, “How about two dollars?”
“Alright. Two dollars.”
“Oh kewl! I’m first.”
Natalie didn’t complain. Anything to keep her sister there playing.
This time her new enthusiasm made Kylie a little more careless with the way she straddled Ben’s back. As his cock felt the welcome pressure of her heels, his back felt the scrape of her stubble and something fleshy a tad further back. Those weren’t her flaps, surely?
Did she know what she was doing? She must have. She had had a boyfriend and Ben assumed they had done some petting. He knew too that with their internet access her generation all rushed straight to the most laughable filth: possibly the same stories and notice boards he read to get off. He knew he really should stop with all that now Kylie was of legal age. There was too much temptation. He might do something stupid. But maybe the seed of temptation had already been planted?
Still, she was on his back now. Why not enjoy it!
Ben dropped his head and loped along like an old worn out donkey […]. It was not up to him now to gee the girls up. His money would keep the game going. A half decent hooker would have cost him a hundred trips back and forth, and there was no way the game would go that long. He knew that for Kylie the hourly rate was better than she got at McDonalds. For Natalie it would be like Christmas mid year.
When Kylie alighted from her third ride Ben checked his lower back with his finger. There was a wet patch. While she wasn’t looking he had a quick whiff of his fingers. They smelt like her bunny hole. Not any bunny hole. Kylie’s bunny hole. Like any man he knew the smell of his teen daughter’s bunny hole from her underpants left in the bathroom.
Sorry, that’s just a teaser. Find the whole story at your favorite very open-minded eBook retailer. If you have trouble just ask and I’ll help you find it: [email protected]
The Full Incest Monte
I’ve been preparing things all week for my daughter Emily’s 18th pool party, getting the water thoroughly clean, buying new pool toys and finding myself some new goggles.
She’s so nervous about things going well that she has put on her present from Daddy, a skimpy little orange bikini, and ran out to the pool to check that the water will be perfect for all of her friends.
“How is it Emi?”
“Fantastic. You’re fantastic! Can you throw me a noodle?” I throw her one from the big new box of the things I’ve bought for today. She asks me, “Why don’t you get in?”
“I’ll go and get into my cozzy.”
I’m not sure if it’s morning wood or the amount of new skin I saw when she passed me, but I’m packing a load as I walk to the pool.
And now for these googles. Oh wow! It’s like seeing through air.
“Emily, count how long I can stay under.”
The way she is straddling the noodle and kicking her legs is causing the front of her bikini to flutter. I’m so glad I went through every pair at bikinis-r-us to find the ones with the weakest elastic. It’s sad my perversion only have my daughter to focus on now that I’m older and settled.
For as long as I’m under I can stare all I like. Oh gosh, the noodle just pushed the fabric completely off to one side. Doesn’t she know? I owe it to myself for all my hard work to at least sneak a peek.
I gave her money to go to the beautician—I didn’t know she got totally waxed! It makes me proud, as her biological father, to see my girl has a well contained quim. She’ll have no trouble keeping a man with that thing to please him.
So let’s think this through. This afternoon in this pool I’ll have her friends Zoe and Lauren, plus my god-daughter Cloe, all in bikinis. I’ve also invited Cloe’s dad Paul, my best friend from college days, to hang out as well. He’s the right friend for the occasion, a school teacher like me, with a penchant for ogling and frivolous games.
Sorry, that’s just a teaser. Find the whole story at your favorite very open-minded eBook retailer. If you have trouble just ask and I’ll help you find it: [email protected]
