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 TITLE: Daddy and Holly
PART: 1 of 3 -- Under the Mistletoe
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF 1st F1st cons oral cunnilingus piv size inc impreg rom
SUMMARY: Christmas is Holly's 18th birthday, and she confesses her love
for her well-hung Daddy!

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   "Okay, Holly - open your eyes."

   The nearly 18 year old girl moved her hands away and blinked her
sapphires wide as Daddy started singing in his deep baritone, "Happy
birthday to you, happy birthday TO you, happy BIRTHday dear HOLlllyyyy...
HAPpy BIRTHday toooo youuuuuuuuuuu!"

   She leaned forward and sucked in her breath, then successfully blew out
all eighteen candles on the cake at once.  "Alright!" Daddy laughed, and
Holly clapped her hands happily.  "Did you make a wish, baby girl?"

   She blushed.  "I sure did, Daddy...  maybe I'll tell you later what it
is." Her virgin girlhood grew warm as she imagined it.

   He shook his head with a grin.  "Nope...  if you tell someone, it won't
come true, remember?" Holly agreed, and pulled the candles out of the cake
as her father began cutting out pieces for them.  It was a beautiful, if
simple, chocolate/chocolate quarter-sheet cake, covered in roses of red,
green, and pink icing and decorated with the words, "Happy 18th Christmas,
Holly".

   It was late at night on Christmas Eve, and Holly's going to officially
come of age at the exact stroke of midnight.  Every year, she and Daddy
stayed up late to celebrate that exact minute of her birth, eating cake and
drinking eggnog and hot cocoa.  Speaking of which...

   "Where's the eggnog, Daddy?" she demanded.

   He winked at her.  "I have a little surprise for you.  Just for your
eighteenth birthday."

   She practically bounced up and down in her chair.  "What is it, Daddy,
what is it?"

   He laughed.  "Just a second." He finished carving her a suitably large
slice of cake and served it on a paper plate before serving himself one
just as big.  Then he went to the fridge and reached behind two gallons of
milk on the top shelf to pull out a carton.  "I got the good stuff this
year, sweetie.  Since you're a big girl now."

   Holly clapped her hands, her blonde ringlets bouncing.  He had bought
alcoholic eggnog!  That made her feel so special.  And maybe it would give
her the courage to make her wish come true...  "Now I can't let you have
much, Holly," he warned.  "Don't want you getting sick on me."

   "Same goes for you, too," she countered, and he chuckled, agreeing.  He
set out two wineglasses and poured them each a little bit of eggnog; he
didn't give himself any more than he gave her, a consideration typical of
her father, and one of the things that she adored about him.

   She hoisted her wineglass and chirped, "To you and me, Daddy!  Daddy and
Holly forever!" He grinned that charming rogueish smile that melted her
little heart and clinked glasses with her, toasting themselves.

   Holly loved her daddy more than anything else in the whole wide world.
She'd never known a mother, and never felt she needed one.  He had some
kind of trust fund or something - she wasn't clear on the details - and so
stayed home with her all the time, devotedly raising her.  He played with
her, kissed her bruises, told her stories, explained things to her, and
engaged in tickle fights with her.

   On special holidays, like Valentine's Day or Easter, he'd serve her
breakfast in bed.  When she was sick, he'd take care of her, massaging her
shoulders and back, cooking a particularly delicious variety of chicken
noodle soup for her, and telling her jokes that made her laugh so hard that
snot snorted out of her red, runny nose.

   As she sipped the eggnog, warmth spread through her, and a goofy smile
broke out on her face.  "I love you, Daddy," she murmured, careful not to
slur her words.

   "I love you too, princess," he smiled.  They devoured their cake with
relish - both of them being unrepentant chocoholics - and then, still not
having satiated their lust for all things chocolate, Daddy made some hot
cocoa.

   "Can we share a mug, Daddy?" Holly inquired brightly, slipping her arm
around his waist and leaning into his side.

   He put his arm around her shoulders and smiled, "Sure, baby." He pulled
out her favorite Christmas mug - the big red-and-white striped one with the
picture of the teddy bear in a Santa hat - and filled it with steaming hot
cocoa.  Holly squealed and darted for the den.  Daddy followed her,
grinning at her enthusiasm, and sat cross-legged on the plush, luxurious
rug in front of the roaring fireplace.

   The den was decorated to the nines for Christmas, and smelt of pine and
cinnamon.  Daddy had set up a great big Christmas tree that the two of them
had picked out from the lot together and strung lights on it, and they had
shared the task of putting ornaments upon it.  He'd lifted her up by the
waist so she could put the star on top.  Boughs of holly were strung along
the mantle, from which hung two stockings labeled Daddy and Holly.  A radio
was playing Christmas music softly, and mistletoe hung above the fireplace
to complete the image of an ideal, classic Christmas.

   Holly planted herself in his lap, and turned up her face to look back at
him with wide, adoring blue eyes.  "Lemme have a sip!" she demanded, and
the man she loved more than anything laughed, that wonderfully rich
baritone sound, before handing her the mug.

   She held the mug cupped between both her small hands and carefully
sipped on the hot cocoa while Daddy drew a red blanket about them. 
"Mmmmm," she purred, snuggling back against him.  "This is my favorite time
of year, Daddy."

   "You sit on my lap all the time," he teased, "not just at Christmas."

   "Shut up," she bent her head back and upturned her precious face to
stick her tongue out at him, and giggled, a merry sound that never failed
to stir his heart.  She burrowed her cute round buttocks into her seat, and
was rewarded with feeling the meaty mass between his legs.  Daddy gulped,
but did not react, and Holly mewled contentedly.

   Daringly, seeing how much she could get away with, she bore her little
ass down more on that hidden cock, and felt a small, but definite twitch.
Daddy reacted that time and said lightly, his voice slightly hoarse. 
"Wrong time of the year to be naughty, babycakes."

   She giggled and looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes.  "Who's being
naughty, Daddy?" she simpered.

   "So we're gonna play that game, huh?" he smirked at her.  "Guess what
Santa does to naughty little girls?" He set the cocoa mug down on the brick
of the fireplace, and promptly dug his fingers into her ribs.

   Holly squealed with laughter.  "N-no f-f-fair, Daddyyyy!" She collapsed
into helpless fits of laughter as he mercilessly tickled her.  She managed
to recover enough to twist around in his lap and return the favor, her
lithe lil fingers tickling him back!  He jerked in surprise, and Holly
laughed victoriously, pressing her assault as her every poke sent him
jerking in all sorts of odd spasms.

   They wrestled together on the plush rug as they sought advantage in
their tickling war.  Daddy's fingers occasionally wandered across her
sensitive tits - which were large perky melons, perfectly round and bouncy
- producing breathless squeals of exhilaration from her as she redoubled
her own attack.  She finally managed to get her fingers in a weak spot -
under his armpits - and he practically convulsed with laughter as he
struggled to get her away.

   Finally he pinned her to the rug beneath her, holding her wrists as he
half-straddled, half-lay over her.  They were panting, and Daddy thought
how especially beautiful his little girl looked.  Her eyes and face shone,
her cheeks reddened with exertion, and her lovely sunshine hair was mussed
and scattered.  Her full plump lips were parted, and he felt her hot sweet
breath on his face.

   Holly stared wide-eyed up at her Daddy.  She felt all warm and tingly
inside from the way he was looking at her.  His deep soulful brown puppy
eyes, his dark brown - almost black - hair falling front of his eyes in
that way she loved so much - and she caught sight of the mistletoe hanging
over them.

   Their eyes drank in each other as they panted, becoming very, very aware
of their bodies pressing into each other.  Her large young boobs were
heaving into his chiseled, muscular chest, and she felt a warm, meaty mass
against her crotch.  "Daddy..." the eighteen year old girl whispered, her
voice pregnant with breathless adoration, and then, as though they'd
planned it ahead of time, their lips met.

   Her plump teenage lips pressed into his full manly mouth as she gave her
first kiss to the man whom she loved with all her heart.  Her world shrank
to twin sensations of heat and moisture, savoring his very male, musky
taste while their noses rubbed together.

   Then they broke apart with hot gasps, their faces inches from each
other. "Holly..." her daddy began, utterly dumbstruck by what they had
done. She replied only by pulling her hands from beneath his pinning grip,
which had loosened during their kiss, and pulled his head back down to
hers, kissing him fiercely, devouring her daddy's mouth with the intensity
of her young kisses.

   And he responded, licking her bottom lip with his tongue as they made
out and sending tingles jolting up and down her spine.  She tentatively
flicked her hot little tongue out to touch his, and they frenched, Daddy
inviting her into his mouth where their tongues tangoed passionately.

   The clock had struck midnight, tolling twelve times, but they didn't
stop kissing, their hearts overflowing with the love that had bubbled
beneath the surface for so long.  Holly's hands wandered her beloved
daddy's body, caressing his face, his chest, curling in his hair, and he
stroked her hair, communicating his passion in the tenderest manner
possible.

   As the last toll sounded, they stopped kissing, their mouths still
pressed into one another's as Daddy murmured, "Holly...  oh god, Holly, I
love you...  I've always loved you, my little girl."

   "I want to be yours, Daddy, always," the just-turned 18 year old girl
murmured breathlessly back.  "Your lover, your wife, your daughter, your
little princess.  Daddy...  please...  I want to have your baby."

   She felt a definite reaction against her crotch, a firm, turgescent
throb pulsing into her flesh through their clothes.  "Baby girl..." he
began, but Holly interrupted him.

   "It's my birthday wish, Daddy," she begged.  "I've wanted it for so
long." Her little fingers twirled in his hair.  "Please, Daddy...  always."

   His voice was husky as his response murmured against her mouth.  "Daddy
and Holly," he repeated their earlier toast, "forever."

   "Forever," she whispered devotedly as he pulled away, moving down her
body.  She couldn't get her top off fast enough to suit her - she wore no
bra underneath; her boobs were so perky she needed none, and she preferred
feeling them bounce freely beneath her blouses - and they helped each other
out of their clothes, kicking off their pants and his boxers as she pulled
off his shirt.  Her mounds of flesh were swollen with desire, her puffy
pink nipples hard and aching as they were exposed to the air and her
daddy's loving gaze.  Her small, hot hands reached down and did their best
to wrap around that huge, firm cock she'd dreamed of so much, and she
couldn't help but giggle naughtily as she wrenched a heated groan from him.

   "Not...  yet, Holly," he groaned, pressing a brief, gentle kiss to her
lips again.  "Lay back and just...  enjoy this."

   She obeyed, and her daddy trailed kisses from her mouth to her chin,
then up her jawline before moving down her neck.  He plastered her neck and
shoulders with fluttery kisses that made her shiver with breathless delight
and moan his name as she experienced wonderful sensations she'd never had
before, even when touching herself.

   Then Daddy started sucking her neck, gently yet firmly at the same time.
The girl wrapped her arms around his head, sighing blissfully as her daddy
left a hickey on her neck, a visible sign of his love for his little
princess.  Then he trailed kisses down her shoulders and chest, her pants
becoming shorter as he kissed around her sensitive titflesh.  "Daddy....."
she moaned, and when he flicked the tip of his tongue at one achingly hard
nipple, an electric shock jolted through her.

   "Oh!" she cried, surprised and delighted by the strength of the pleasure
that had rippled through her.  But Daddy wasn't done with her.  He closed
his lips around her other nipple and began sucking noisily.  Holly's eyes
fluttered madly, and she clutched his head to her boob as he suckled her.
Her pussy was on fire beneath her pink lace panties, feeling like it might
explode, and her limbs jerked spastically of their own accord.

   All too soon, he stopped, and a discontented moan whined out from his
little daughter as he left her nipple, now wet with her daddy's saliva,
exposed to the air once again.  She strained her boobs up at him, aching
for him to taste and tease her once more, but he moved on, pressing soft
kisses down her tummy.

   Holly's mind was muddled with pleasure and desire as the man she loved,
her very own daddy, lavished her young body with affection.  Her mouth hung
open, her tongue hanging out very slightly, and she was only half-aware of
where she was.  Daddy reached her belly button and flicked his big manly
tongue inside, wresting a squealed giggle of breathless lust from her.  He
smiled; there was nothing more wonderful than the delighted giggles of his
little daughter, but to hear that giggle breathless with passion, for him,
brought a whole new wonderful timbre to the sound.

   He stopped at the low hem of her pink panties - he'd never quite
realized how lacy and low-cut they were till now, he always let her buy her
own panties - and moved to her inner thighs, plastering them with hot
kisses.  Holly writhed, that little voice he loved so much making wondrous
new mewling sounds he'd never imagined hearing before now but had always
craved without knowing it.

   He helped slip her panties off - she was scarcely aware of the motion,
only that she felt her daddy's breath warm upon her naked pussy - and was
treated to the glorious sight of his daughter's smooth, eighteen year old
pussy.  She was wet - the front of her panties had been damp with her
virgin dew - and her lips were puffy and pinkened with her desire.  So
puffy in fact, that she'd obviously been horny for him for longer than the
several minutes since they'd first kissed.  Much longer.  It made him feel
very special.

   He gently pressed his lips to that gorgeous nude pussy, granting her
nether pair of lips their first kiss.  Her altogether soft flesh was
softest here, the taste of her virginal moisture light and sweet, and
Holly's back arched, a very feral, guttural, animalistic noise emanating
from her young throat.  The sound sent a throbbing twitch up his large,
erect cock, and he poked out the very tip of his tongue through his lips
and ran it very lightly up her slit, just barely between her bald, wet
lips. Holly groaned, the sound of a 18 year old girl in heat, her little
fingers fisting in his hair.

   Daddy withdrew his tongue and pressed kisses up and down her moist
crack, on either side of her plump pussy lips, before slithering the tip of
his tongue just barely between her slit.  She was tight, and even the tip
of his tongue strained to enter her, but a deep reverberating shudder of
liquid pleasure passed through her, and her virgin womanhood clutched on
his tongue, sucking him into her.  Holly was tossing her head back and
forth, making odd, babbling noises of delight as her daddy's tongue and
mouth brought her to previously unknown heights of ecstasy.

   The sweet taste and scent of her young, innocent arousal filled Daddy's
world, and he was drunken on his own daughter's pussy as he feasted
lingeringly on her.  His large, slightly rough tongue explored every
crevice of Holly's delectable eighteen year old twat, lapping up her
moisture even as she grew ever more sopping wet, till his face was soaked
in his own little girl's dewy love.

   Holly's breath was hitched in her throat in staccato gasps and moans
that he barely recognized as hers, and her fingers twisted and yanked of
their own accord in his hair as he ate her out lovingly.  Her juices
dribbled down his chin, dripping onto the plush rug as he pulled his tongue
back and pressed a gentle kiss to the tiny pink pea-sized clit peeking out
over her slit.

   Holly shrieked as her most sensitive little pleasure-button was teased,
and her hips rose of their own accord off the ground to slap her pussy
against his face with a hard wet smack of abandon.  Daddy began suckling
lightly on her clit, and her legs wrapped around her daddy's head,
smothering him in the hot wet paradise of her bare virgin pussy, her
buttocks fully off the ground as her daddy gave her the very first orgasm
of her young life.

   She juiced wantonly in his face, and still he sucked, taking her humming
clit very gently between his teeth and flicking the tip of his tongue
against it inside his mouth, drawing out her ecstasy.  His little daughter
was thrashing uncontrollably, her legs clenching spastically around his
head as she convulsed, utterly consumed by pleasure.  His hands supported
her buttocks, taking some of her weight off his neck, and squeezed her
round little ass cheeks as she drenched him in love.

   It seemed ages that Holly was cumming on his face, her breathy cries of
sheer delight intoxicating him as much as her nubile scent and exquisite
taste and incredible heat.  But finally she collapsed back, limp on the
carpet as her legs, feeble with pleasure, fell from Daddy's neck.  She
arched her back languidly, golden afterglow sweeping through her.  Her
wonderful, sexy daddy had turned her into a puddle of blissful 18 year old
girl, and she sighed happily, the sound moaning between her full, plump
lips.

   He looked up at her from between her thighs, smiling at her, the depth
of his love writ large on his face.  "Oooohhhh Dadddddyyyy," she panted. 
"I never...  I never knew it...  could feel...  this GOOD!"

   "That's how much I love you, little princess," he said, pressing a kiss
to her belly button.  She giggled breathlessly.

   "Daddy...  make love to me.  Fuck me with that huge hard cock, and fill
me with cum and babies, and make me yours forever!" she begged.  Her tight
young pussy was swollen with desire, almost on fire, and she needed to feel
her very own daddy, the man she loved, the man who had fathered her 18
years ago, inside her virgin cunt NOW.

   A strangled groan of bestial pleasure wrenched its way free of his
throat at her loving, lustful words, delivered in that breathy young voice,
and he kissed his way up her torso - stopping briefly to kiss her nipples,
sending shivers through her hot teenage body - until his face was looking
into hers, and his engorged cockhead was pressing lightly against her puffy
pussy lips.

   Holly hissed with animal pleasure, arching her back as she felt his cock
touching her horny young pussy.  Her fuckhoney drizzled freely from her
slit all over that swollen, purple knob.  She pushed her hips up into his
stroke, and with grunted bestial exertions, they pushed together to strain
his massive babymaker inside her tight virgin fuckhole.  Her plump virgin
lips were slowly pried apart, slurping around him, trying to suck him
inside her, and then with a sudden jerk that surprised them both, his
cockhead popped into her, her puffy nether lips clamping down around his
cock crown like a tight silken vise.

   "Ooooghgghgngnghghhh!" Their shared groans of ecstasy were so mingled
that it was impossible to tell where the manly baritone ended and the
girlish moans began.  "Daddy..." Holly panted passionately.  To hear his
own little girl whisper his name with such fervor sent chills of euphoria
up and down his spine, and his cock gave a violent throb, wrenching another
moan out of his beloved princess.

   She humped her hips up as he thrust in, slowly sinking his thick meaty
shaft into his own daughter's twat, inch after fat, veiny inch straining
inside her hot, tight, dripping velvet vise.  Holly writhed, her fresh
tight pussy clenching spastically around her own daddy's massive dick. 
Their sweat-slicked flesh heaved into one another's as they pushed and
stroked together, Holly's achingly hard, puffy little pink nipples scraping
into his chiseled, muscular torso.

   The horny 18 year old's breath caught, a panted gasp of pleasure hissing
from her as Daddy's huge bulbous cockhead plumbed the depths of her pussy
and brushed against her virgin young cervix.  Daddy's breathing was harsh
in her ear, murmuring, "Oh baby girl...."

   She whispered back, breathless with passion and love and heat, "Push,
Daddy, I want you all the way in my little pussy.  Fuck my womb!" And she
wrapped her lithe young legs around his waist, throwing herself against
him, desperately fucking her horny teenage body on his huge cock.

   He groaned, the baritone sound music to her ears, and thrust deep inside
her in time with her motions.  His swollen knob strained against her tight
ring for several long moments, and then popped through.  Holly shrieked
with obscene animal pleasure as his flared cock crown caught on her cervix,
locking her daddy into place right where he belonged - deep inside her
womb, fucking her brains out and flooding her pussy with jizz!

   "Breed me, Daddy," she pleaded in a husky whisper.  "I never want to
have a period again, I want to always be your pregnant little princess."
Shudders of ecstasy rippled through his body at her lewd, loving words, and
he began fucking her, pistoning his enormous manhood deep inside his own
daughter's pussy and womb.  Holly fucked him back eagerly, almost mindless
with delight and need, and their hips met with wild wet smacks of wanton
lust as his obese heavy balls slammed into her ass cheeks again and again
with each piledriving thrust.

   Holly was in another world, her head tossing back and forth, her nails
raking his back, her legs clenched in a death grip around his waist, and
her tongue hanging out between her parted lips.  Daddy thought he had never
seen anything so beautiful, his own little girl in heat for him, and he
jackhammered her writhing body.  Her perfect 18 year old pussy was made to
fit his cock in tight wet silk, and her pussy clutched and gobbled eagerly
on him like a little mouth, milking him with virginal enthusiasm.

   His fat, churning balls clenched, and he planted his hips into hers,
nuts squelching hard into her ass as he drove his cock as far into his hot
sexy daughter as it would go - and then thick bulging jets of cum pulsed up
his meaty shaft to burst directly inside her nubile womb.  Holly shrieked,
and juiced.  Their eyes caught sight of each other in the throes of their
shared cumming, and they held their gazes with glazed orbs, cumming and
creaming and fucking together in a frenzied heat of lewd incestuous love.

   Holly's convulsing pussy was the tightest, wettest, slickest pussy he'd
ever fucked, and he could not stop, pumping his own little 18 year old
daughter full of her daddy's potent musky cockslop, seeding her with his
babies.  Her climax was no less ferocious, her fucksauce coating his cock
and balls as she rejoiced in feeling her daddy's hot, thick spunk flood her
deepest core - the most precious gift she could give, and she was giving it
to the man she loved and wanted to spend her whole life loving and fucking.

   As he finally drained his huge swollen nuts dry inside his own little
girl, Holly fell limp, limbs twitching spasmodically with pleasure as her
head lolled back.  She had been fucked utterly silly, into a drooling,
cummy mess of teenage bliss by her daddy, and had completely passed out -
not exhausted, simply overwhelmed from uncontrollable ecstasy.  Sweat
beaded on Daddy's brow as he smiled down on her vacant face, full of love
for his freshly deflowered daughter-lover.

   "I love you, Holly," he whispered, even though she couldn't hear him,
and pressed a tender kiss to her brow.  She looked so lovely; her cheeks
were glowing, and her long hair was splayed around her head in a rich fan
of sunshine.  He didn't pull out of her, but gyrated his hips into hers,
relishing the cute little moans of happiness she mewled in her sleep.  Her
pussy still undulated steadily around his enormous slab of cockmeat,
incredibly and wonderfully tight and wet.

   Gradually, Holly came to, and her eyes searched vacantly around the room
for several moments before locking onto his eyes.  "MMMMMMM!" she purred.
"Do that again!"

   He chuckled.  "Merry Christmas, Holly."

   "Merry Christmas," she said, her voice as pregnant with love as she now
was with their children.  "I love you, Daddy!" She tangled her fingers in
his hair and pulled his head down to kiss her, and their lips conjoined in
a tender meld of steamy passion.

   When their makeout session finally broke, he murmured, their lips still
brushing lightly, "Want to come to bed with me, kitten?  It's your bedroom
now too."

   The blonde 18 year old sighed happily.  "I'm not ready to sleep, Daddy."
Her pussy clenched naughtily around his cock, and he gasped heatedly.

   "Neither am I," he answered, and she giggled.

   "Okay, Daddy," she said, smiling into his mouth.  "But don't pull out; I
want to feel your cock in me all night!"

   "Your wish is my command, princess," Daddy said, and wrapped his arms
around her beneath her body, carefully coming to a kneeling position with
her clinging to him, before standing up.  Holly hissed with pleasure,
feeling his throbbing dick shift inside her, still deeply ensconced in her
impregnated little womb.

   He carried her to the master bedroom, his groans matching her squeals as
his stride bounced and jangled her on his shaft, and she pressed adoring
kisses to his chest and shoulders the whole way.  In his king-sized bed,
Daddy and his newly pregnant 18 year old princess fucked each other madly,
over and over, his cock never leaving her womb but plugging up her horny
fuckhole with his tremendous veiny tool all night long.  Holly shook with
rapture - beneath him as he pounded her into the bed, or bucking on top of
him as she rode him like a stallion - and her breathless, delighted squeals
of a daddy's girl in heat intoxicated him, as did the scent of her young
arousal that filled his world.

   His teen daughter likewise was drunk on her daddy's musk and his massive
fuckrod.  Somewhere in the midst of their lovemaking, they collapsed into
slumber as the first crack of dawn peeked over the horizon.

   Daddy woke up first, cradling her in his arms.  She was nestled into
him, still skewered on his cock, and even in her sleep, her pink nipples
were hard and puffy, her soaking wet pussy rippling gently up and down
along his cock.  He smiled, full of love for her, and cradled her sweet
buttocks, pulling her even closer to him, and she mewled happily, nestling
into his chest.

   This was the best Christmas morning he could think of, and he knew every
morning from now on would be like this.  Daddy and Holly forever, just as
she had said, and the knowledge swelled his heart.  Of course, he knew one
thing would definitely have to change.

   His - no, their - bedroom would have to be painted pink.

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