CH.5 (ending)
Credit: Cross
Angela almost cried, but she didn’t. She took a deep breath and reached for the phone. There was still more to do.
Ray paced back and forth in his office, wondering if he had done the right thing. He kept opening the emails and rereading them. Three times, he hit reply to call it off. Once he even began typing the message. But in the end, the words never came and when Angela called to ask him to lunch, he accepted and shut down his computer.
They arranged to meet at a small deli near Ray’s house. Ray was waiting for about 15 minutes when Angela came through the door. Ray was stunned. The cute conservative girl he had met a few days ago was gone. She was now wearing short cutoff jeans and a low cut and slightly see-through shirt held up by a few threads of fabric. Her hair was tied up neatly in long ponytails on each side of her head. She smiled brightly when she saw him and he felt like he was melting.
“Hi, daddy.” She said as she bounced over to the table. She gave him a short hug before sitting down across from him. “I’m sorry I’m late. The traffic out of town was really bad.”
“Oh, that’s ok. What would you like to eat?”
He handed her one of the printed menus from the counter. She took the menu and set it in front of her on the table. As she read through it, she sat on her hands and leaned forward, letting both her breasts and hair rest on the table. Ray tried his best not to look, but couldn’t help it.
“May I please have a ham and swiss sandwich with tomatoes and mayonnaise? And a chocolate chip cookie please.”
“Of course.”
Ray stood and went to the counter to place the order. When he turned back around, Angela wasn’t sitting at the table. When he scanned the restaurant, he spotted her looking at a newspaper rack near the front. She was bent over at the waste, giving him a picturesque view. The cheeks of her ass were sneaking out of the bottom of her jeans and her panties were peaking over the top. Ray felt a stirring in his pants and turned away. He went and sat back down at the table until she returned carrying the paper.
“I like to read the comics.” She said.
For the rest of the afternoon, she continued to wear on him. After what he had said in his email, she wanted to make sure that she kept him busy so he couldn’t cancel, and make him horny enough to not want to. When she was eating her sandwich, she let a little mayonnaise drip on her chest. She wiped it off with her little finger and licked it off her hand. Sure, it was a little cheesy, but she had limited tools available to her.
After lunch, they went for ice cream. She rode with him. Crawling between the seats to the back at the first stoplight to look at billboard they had just passed. At the ice cream shop, the assault continued. By the time they left and parted ways, Ray was nearly shaking from the effort of resisting his every impulse.
When he got home, he poured himself a large glass of water and stared at the wall as he drank it. The only thing that saved him was knowing that he would be able to exercise the thoughts about his daughter soon. That in a few hours, he would be able to release the tension and be able to move on with a normal, healthy, non-sexual relationship with his daughter.
Angela stopped by the salon on the way home. She had them cut her hair, which was half-way down her back, to shoulder-length. From there, she went home and took a fast shower. She dug through her closet and found a pleated skirt and a white, button-up shirt. She tied her hair back up into the same ponytails, now shorter, that she wore earlier that day. She put on matching red bra and panties, and dressed in the clothes she had selected.
Ray showered, ate a small meal and put on boxers to go to bed. He left the front door unlocked, as they had agreed, shut the drapes in his bedroom and got in bed. He tried to push the thoughts out of his head and fall asleep, but he couldn’t stop picturing Angela in those short jeans. The more he tried to stop thinking about it, the more vivid it became She stood up and turned to face him. She took a few step forward and pulled her shirt over her head. She leaned up against him, pressing her chest against his and laying her head on his shoulder.
“Daddy?” she whispered.
Ray opened his eyes and saw the outline of a woman standing at the foot of his bed. He could tell that she was wearing a short skirt and had her short hair tied up in ponytails. He blinked his eye to make sure he wasn’t imagining it.
“Daddy? I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you tonight?”
His breath caught in his throat.
“Sure, baby.”
He pulled back the covers next to him and she crawled in. She laid her head on his shoulder and draped an arm across his torso.
Ray still wasn’t entirely sure that he was awake.
He pinched himself, not really knowing what you are supposed to feel for when you do that. He guessed that maybe it was supposed to wake you up if you were actually dreaming. So, when he didn’t wake up, he figured that it must be real.
Just then, he felt her hand lift slightly from his chest and glide lower to rest on his already stiff cock. She flexed her fingers slightly and he gasped.
“Please, daddy.” She moaned into his ear. “I need you. I want you to touch me the way you touch mommy.”
The words washed through Ray like a cold wave. He shivered slightly and took a deep breath. He shifted his weight slightly into her.
“Ok, baby. I’m here. Daddy’s here.”
“Please, daddy. Say my name.”
Another deep breath.
“Angela”
When he said it, she began to move her hand on his cock, squeezing and pulling. She rubbed her nose against the side of his face and breathed into his ear.
“Say it again, please.”
“Angela.”
She breathed one last time into his ear and then lifted her weight from the mattress, grazing her hair across his face as she sat up. She scooted herself up toward the head of the bed a little and bent down over him. Using both hands, she reached into his boxers and pulled his cock free. For a moment, she was stunned. At some level, she never thought it would be that big. She was a little afraid that she wouldn’t be able to do it.
“Please daddy, I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never been with a boy before.”
“Just rub it a little, and then taste it.”
“Taste it? Daddy, that’s dirty!”
“No, baby. It’s nice.” Then he surprised himself. “If you don’t do as I say, I’ll send you back to your room.”
“No, daddy. Please don’t send me away. I’ll do what you say.”
She got up on her knees and leaned forward, her face inches from the tip of his cock. She rubbed it with her hands, feeling the firmness of it.
“Go on, Angela.” He said softly. “Suck daddy’s cock.”
She rested her lips against the tip of it. She leaned her head forward, letting the tip slide smoothly into her mouth and touched her tongue to it. She could taste the littlest bit of salty liquid.
Ray reached a hand under her skirt and ran a finger along the crease where her ass met her leg. He felt her shudder. His pressed his hand hard against her ass and lifted his pelvis, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. He could feel her moaning around him.
“Now, move your head up and down. Slow at first, then speeding up.”
She followed his instructions. He pressed his head hard into the pillow, still not quite believing that this could really happen to him. The only reason that he knew what to tell her to do was because he watched so much porn. Truth was he hadn’t had a whole lot of sex since Michelle left him.
“Alright, slow down a little. I want to be here a while.”
He grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down, exposing her smooth round ass. She moved her legs to wriggle out of them and he tossed them to the floor. He grabbed her knee and lifted it over his head so that his face was between her legs. From her smooth skin and shaved pussy, he might have guessed that she really was sixteen if he didn’t know better.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her wettening cunt closer to him. He stuck out his tongue and gently teased her clit. Then licked down to the opening and slid his tongue inside.
She stopped moving and all of her muscles tensed. Hi pushed his tongue still deeper and she let out a long, low moan.
“I didn’t say you could stop, Angela.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
She resumed her oral service as he proceeded to probe deeper into her wet hole. Then, he lifted her skirt up onto her back, lifted a hand, and slapped it back down onto the curve of her ass. She jerked in surprise, nearly choking on his cock. Once the shock went away, she continued. He slapped the other side. She was less surprised this time, but still reacted, which felt great for him. He continued to spank her, while devouring her soft flesh.
Soon, he decided that he was ready to move on. He pushed her knee back over his head and sat up. She immediately unlatched and pulled away. He grabbed her and lay her down on her back. She kept her head turned away so he couldn’t see her. She must have been very committed to not ruining the illusion. From what he could see of her in the dim light, she actually did look a lot like Angela. He grabbed, unwrapped and donned a condom, and was poised at the entrance when she stopped him.
“Daddy, wait.”
“What is it Angela?
“Will you please do one thing for me?”
“Of course, dear. Anything.”
“Please tell me that you love me.”
“I love you, Angela.”
As he said it, he pushed. His cock drove deep into her. She screamed and turned her face upward. As he began to thrust rhythmically, he looked down at her. It was as if the realization began at his toes and worked slowly, inch by inch, up to the top of the spine.
Angela saw it the moment the comprehension reached his eyes. And when he didn’t stop, she began to cry.
“I love you, too, Daddy.”
“Oh my god, Angela, how is this possible?”
“I’ve wanted this for so long, even before I met you. And when I realized that you were the person on my computer and that you thought the same about me, I just had to.”
For several minutes, there was no more talking. Just the gentile sound of their synchronized movements. When Ray’s movements began to fall out of rhythm, he looked into her eyes. She knew what he was saying.
“Please, Daddy. Please cum in me.” She cried.
“Oh God, Angela. Oh God.”
Time froze, the way it always does during an earth-shattering orgasm. He had enough time to step away and look at what was happening objectively. He decided that he would rather have this than have some horny teenager knock her up.
He rejoined with himself and collapsed on the bed next to her.
As they lay together, content, he remembered back to when she was born. His father, who was much smarter than him, had insisted on a paternity test. He made the request, but the results had been delivered to the hospital room and intercepted by Michelle’s father before anyone could see. Ray never did find out the truth.
At least not until Ray and Michelle were reunited last night. After they had finished and he was leaving, Michelle gave him the results. She had dug them out when she saw him unconscious on the floor.
Ray couldn’t decided whether knowing the truth would have made this experience better or not. But as he lay there, feeling the warmth from the body next to him. He decided he didn’t care whether she was really his daughter or not. He loved her. And he never once, for the rest of his life, regretted throwing them away without looking.
As for Angela, she had known for years. But what is a piece of paper? It’s the ones you love that make your family, not genetics. And she was happy with the one she had, either way.
~The End~
Angela almost cried, but she didn’t. She took a deep breath and reached for the phone. There was still more to do.
Ray paced back and forth in his office, wondering if he had done the right thing. He kept opening the emails and rereading them. Three times, he hit reply to call it off. Once he even began typing the message. But in the end, the words never came and when Angela called to ask him to lunch, he accepted and shut down his computer.
They arranged to meet at a small deli near Ray’s house. Ray was waiting for about 15 minutes when Angela came through the door. Ray was stunned. The cute conservative girl he had met a few days ago was gone. She was now wearing short cutoff jeans and a low cut and slightly see-through shirt held up by a few threads of fabric. Her hair was tied up neatly in long ponytails on each side of her head. She smiled brightly when she saw him and he felt like he was melting.
“Hi, daddy.” She said as she bounced over to the table. She gave him a short hug before sitting down across from him. “I’m sorry I’m late. The traffic out of town was really bad.”
“Oh, that’s ok. What would you like to eat?”
He handed her one of the printed menus from the counter. She took the menu and set it in front of her on the table. As she read through it, she sat on her hands and leaned forward, letting both her breasts and hair rest on the table. Ray tried his best not to look, but couldn’t help it.
“May I please have a ham and swiss sandwich with tomatoes and mayonnaise? And a chocolate chip cookie please.”
“Of course.”
Ray stood and went to the counter to place the order. When he turned back around, Angela wasn’t sitting at the table. When he scanned the restaurant, he spotted her looking at a newspaper rack near the front. She was bent over at the waste, giving him a picturesque view. The cheeks of her ass were sneaking out of the bottom of her jeans and her panties were peaking over the top. Ray felt a stirring in his pants and turned away. He went and sat back down at the table until she returned carrying the paper.
“I like to read the comics.” She said.
For the rest of the afternoon, she continued to wear on him. After what he had said in his email, she wanted to make sure that she kept him busy so he couldn’t cancel, and make him horny enough to not want to. When she was eating her sandwich, she let a little mayonnaise drip on her chest. She wiped it off with her little finger and licked it off her hand. Sure, it was a little cheesy, but she had limited tools available to her.
After lunch, they went for ice cream. She rode with him. Crawling between the seats to the back at the first stoplight to look at billboard they had just passed. At the ice cream shop, the assault continued. By the time they left and parted ways, Ray was nearly shaking from the effort of resisting his every impulse.
When he got home, he poured himself a large glass of water and stared at the wall as he drank it. The only thing that saved him was knowing that he would be able to exercise the thoughts about his daughter soon. That in a few hours, he would be able to release the tension and be able to move on with a normal, healthy, non-sexual relationship with his daughter.
Angela stopped by the salon on the way home. She had them cut her hair, which was half-way down her back, to shoulder-length. From there, she went home and took a fast shower. She dug through her closet and found a pleated skirt and a white, button-up shirt. She tied her hair back up into the same ponytails, now shorter, that she wore earlier that day. She put on matching red bra and panties, and dressed in the clothes she had selected.
Ray showered, ate a small meal and put on boxers to go to bed. He left the front door unlocked, as they had agreed, shut the drapes in his bedroom and got in bed. He tried to push the thoughts out of his head and fall asleep, but he couldn’t stop picturing Angela in those short jeans. The more he tried to stop thinking about it, the more vivid it became She stood up and turned to face him. She took a few step forward and pulled her shirt over her head. She leaned up against him, pressing her chest against his and laying her head on his shoulder.
“Daddy?” she whispered.
Ray opened his eyes and saw the outline of a woman standing at the foot of his bed. He could tell that she was wearing a short skirt and had her short hair tied up in ponytails. He blinked his eye to make sure he wasn’t imagining it.
“Daddy? I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you tonight?”
His breath caught in his throat.
“Sure, baby.”
He pulled back the covers next to him and she crawled in. She laid her head on his shoulder and draped an arm across his torso.
Ray still wasn’t entirely sure that he was awake.
He pinched himself, not really knowing what you are supposed to feel for when you do that. He guessed that maybe it was supposed to wake you up if you were actually dreaming. So, when he didn’t wake up, he figured that it must be real.
Just then, he felt her hand lift slightly from his chest and glide lower to rest on his already stiff cock. She flexed her fingers slightly and he gasped.
“Please, daddy.” She moaned into his ear. “I need you. I want you to touch me the way you touch mommy.”
The words washed through Ray like a cold wave. He shivered slightly and took a deep breath. He shifted his weight slightly into her.
“Ok, baby. I’m here. Daddy’s here.”
“Please, daddy. Say my name.”
Another deep breath.
“Angela”
When he said it, she began to move her hand on his cock, squeezing and pulling. She rubbed her nose against the side of his face and breathed into his ear.
“Say it again, please.”
“Angela.”
She breathed one last time into his ear and then lifted her weight from the mattress, grazing her hair across his face as she sat up. She scooted herself up toward the head of the bed a little and bent down over him. Using both hands, she reached into his boxers and pulled his cock free. For a moment, she was stunned. At some level, she never thought it would be that big. She was a little afraid that she wouldn’t be able to do it.
“Please daddy, I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never been with a boy before.”
“Just rub it a little, and then taste it.”
“Taste it? Daddy, that’s dirty!”
“No, baby. It’s nice.” Then he surprised himself. “If you don’t do as I say, I’ll send you back to your room.”
“No, daddy. Please don’t send me away. I’ll do what you say.”
She got up on her knees and leaned forward, her face inches from the tip of his cock. She rubbed it with her hands, feeling the firmness of it.
“Go on, Angela.” He said softly. “Suck daddy’s cock.”
She rested her lips against the tip of it. She leaned her head forward, letting the tip slide smoothly into her mouth and touched her tongue to it. She could taste the littlest bit of salty liquid.
Ray reached a hand under her skirt and ran a finger along the crease where her ass met her leg. He felt her shudder. His pressed his hand hard against her ass and lifted his pelvis, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. He could feel her moaning around him.
“Now, move your head up and down. Slow at first, then speeding up.”
She followed his instructions. He pressed his head hard into the pillow, still not quite believing that this could really happen to him. The only reason that he knew what to tell her to do was because he watched so much porn. Truth was he hadn’t had a whole lot of sex since Michelle left him.
“Alright, slow down a little. I want to be here a while.”
He grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down, exposing her smooth round ass. She moved her legs to wriggle out of them and he tossed them to the floor. He grabbed her knee and lifted it over his head so that his face was between her legs. From her smooth skin and shaved pussy, he might have guessed that she really was sixteen if he didn’t know better.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her wettening cunt closer to him. He stuck out his tongue and gently teased her clit. Then licked down to the opening and slid his tongue inside.
She stopped moving and all of her muscles tensed. Hi pushed his tongue still deeper and she let out a long, low moan.
“I didn’t say you could stop, Angela.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
She resumed her oral service as he proceeded to probe deeper into her wet hole. Then, he lifted her skirt up onto her back, lifted a hand, and slapped it back down onto the curve of her ass. She jerked in surprise, nearly choking on his cock. Once the shock went away, she continued. He slapped the other side. She was less surprised this time, but still reacted, which felt great for him. He continued to spank her, while devouring her soft flesh.
Soon, he decided that he was ready to move on. He pushed her knee back over his head and sat up. She immediately unlatched and pulled away. He grabbed her and lay her down on her back. She kept her head turned away so he couldn’t see her. She must have been very committed to not ruining the illusion. From what he could see of her in the dim light, she actually did look a lot like Angela. He grabbed, unwrapped and donned a condom, and was poised at the entrance when she stopped him.
“Daddy, wait.”
“What is it Angela?
“Will you please do one thing for me?”
“Of course, dear. Anything.”
“Please tell me that you love me.”
“I love you, Angela.”
As he said it, he pushed. His cock drove deep into her. She screamed and turned her face upward. As he began to thrust rhythmically, he looked down at her. It was as if the realization began at his toes and worked slowly, inch by inch, up to the top of the spine.
Angela saw it the moment the comprehension reached his eyes. And when he didn’t stop, she began to cry.
“I love you, too, Daddy.”
“Oh my god, Angela, how is this possible?”
“I’ve wanted this for so long, even before I met you. And when I realized that you were the person on my computer and that you thought the same about me, I just had to.”
For several minutes, there was no more talking. Just the gentile sound of their synchronized movements. When Ray’s movements began to fall out of rhythm, he looked into her eyes. She knew what he was saying.
“Please, Daddy. Please cum in me.” She cried.
“Oh God, Angela. Oh God.”
Time froze, the way it always does during an earth-shattering orgasm. He had enough time to step away and look at what was happening objectively. He decided that he would rather have this than have some horny teenager knock her up.
He rejoined with himself and collapsed on the bed next to her.
As they lay together, content, he remembered back to when she was born. His father, who was much smarter than him, had insisted on a paternity test. He made the request, but the results had been delivered to the hospital room and intercepted by Michelle’s father before anyone could see. Ray never did find out the truth.
At least not until Ray and Michelle were reunited last night. After they had finished and he was leaving, Michelle gave him the results. She had dug them out when she saw him unconscious on the floor.
Ray couldn’t decided whether knowing the truth would have made this experience better or not. But as he lay there, feeling the warmth from the body next to him. He decided he didn’t care whether she was really his daughter or not. He loved her. And he never once, for the rest of his life, regretted throwing them away without looking.
As for Angela, she had known for years. But what is a piece of paper? It’s the ones you love that make your family, not genetics. And she was happy with the one she had, either way.
~The End~