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The Bad Days	By : Snake Pissedup Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 4554 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Daddy's Girl, part 1

The rain poured down relentlessly, as it haddone since early morning. It was now mid-afternoon, but it was dark. The angry, stormy grey clouds had seen to that. The rain continued to clatter against the window panes. Lara dumped her school bag by her bed, and threw her blazer, with the Wimbledon High School for Girls badge on the chest pocket, down on top of it. It was bloody pissing it down again, and she'd gotten caught in it on the way home. The white cotton shirt was soaked through, and it clung to her bare breasts. Lara found herself going braless often; she had started developing much earlier than other girls at school, and her tits had regular and sudden growth spurts, often leaving her with brief periods where she required yet another sizing and had to do without the crucial undergarment for a day or two. She didn't mind too much; she was rather proud of her assets, and enjoyed flaunting them. Sure, it was an all-girls school, but Lara had plenty of male teachers, and she knew it made them feel awkward and uncomfortable. There was one in particular, old enough to be her father and rather handsome, whom she often caught looking at her chest, and when she did catch him she would smile and wink at him. He would usually stare back at her incredulously and then quickly look elsewhere. Lara had decided, very shortly after he became one of her teachers, that she would most definitely let him fuck her if the opportunity ever presented itself. Lara sighed at the thought. She looked again at the wet, see-through shirt, felt the cold rainwater running from her hair, and decided she really needed a towel. Lara kicked off her shoes, and left her bedroom. She toyed with the idea of finding an excuse to go and find the old butler, give him a good eyeful of her tits, but decided against it. It would be funny, but she didn't want to give him a heart attack! She made her way to the master bathroom, and opened the door.
Lara had been too preoccupied with thoughts of winding up the poor old family butler to register the sound of the shower running. It was far too late now, as she stood in the doorway and saw her father in the shower, naked, his penis semi-erect and a look somewhere between surprise and horror on his face. They simply stood like that, facing each other, for what seemed like forever but was actually more like a minute or two. Nether spoke. Their eye contact remained unbroken. Lara broke the silence, clearing her throat.
"Oh…um…hi, Daddy. I'm sorry, I…didn't realise…I needed a towel…" Lara trailed off. Her father nodded. She walked further in, mentally cursing the placement of the heated towel rail, and took one of the big, soft, fluffy ones. Again, she stood, facing him. Their eyes had never left each other. Now, she saw her father's gaze move slowly downward, and she knew he was staring at her tits, fully visible through the wet fabric of her shirt. He looked back up into her eyes. Lara wasn't sure why she did it, but she merely smiled and winked, as she had grown accustomed to do with her favourite teacher. She hadn't expected her father to give her the same incredulous look, but he did. Again, his gaze travelled downwards, and this time Lara looked down too. It hadn't registered that her father had made no attempt to cover his manhood the whole time she had been there, and she saw now that as he looked at her tits, his cock was swelling and rising up. The naughty snake, a voice in her mind giggled, a thought from the past, and Lara suddenly remembered where she was.
"I should go", she mumbled, and turned and made for the door. She stepped into the hall and closed the bathroom door. She hadn't thought about THAT day in quite some years, but now it was like a dam had burst and she couldn't stop the flow. The old memories and conficted feelings came flooding back. They swirled in her mind, mixing with the thoughts of her teacher, and the things she wanted him to do to her. The man old enough to be her father…she realised, now, that he reminded her of him, too, just a little, and that subconsciously she had been suppressing the thought. What she did next, Lara never fully understood why she had done it. Only that it was shameful, and wrong, and even more so because she had enjoyed it.
Lara slowly opened the door of the bathroom. Her father, again making no effort to hide his erection, looked at her and gave a weak smile, Lara slipped into the room, reaching behind her to close and lock the door.
"Can I…is it okay if I get in with you?" she asked. He looked at her, and with an expression borne of guilt and shame, but also longing and the acceptance of inevitability, and softly muttered "Oh Lara…" Lara smiled, and undid the knot of her school tie. She pulled it free of her collar and tossed it aside. Her father watched on, as she slowly undid the fastener of her grey pleated skirt and let it slip past her hips and drop to the floor. She sidestepped free of it and nudged it aside with her foot. The knee-high grey wool socks came next, Lara leaning down and peeling them downward. She felt like she was giving her father a private strip tease, and it excited her. Standing in her black lacy knickers and the still damp shirt, she decided to save the best for last. She turned around, bent over, and eased her knickers down her long, slender legs, exposing her pussy to him. She nudged the undergarment aside with her foot as she had with her skirt. She turned back and met her father's gaze. His eyes kept flicking back down to her chest, and she decided to show him what he wanted to see. Slowly, she undid the buttons of her shirt, and then opened it and let it slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. She heard the sharp intake of breath from her father as he marvelled at her magnificent breasts. She slinked her way over to the shower, and her father gently placed his arm around her and guided her in as she moved under the spray with him. They stood face to face, inches from each other. Her father looked her up and down, admiring every curve.
"This is so wrong", he muttered. "I know, Daddy", Lara replied, "but…I want it. I think you do too. I promise I won't tell a soul. I'll be a good girl." With that, she leaned forward and quickly kissed him on the lips. She felt the tip of his cock prod her clitoris as she did it, and then as she got closer still it, it slipped upward against her wet skin until it was pressed flat upright against her slit. Her father looked confused for a moment, unsure if he should continue or stop things from going further. Again he glanced down at her tits, and Lara made his mind up for him.
She wrapped both arms around him, pulling him tightly to her, her breasts squashed against his chest, and she snogged him full-on. Her tongue darted into his mouth and found his own tongue, and danced around it. He responded to her, and their tongues intertwined. She withdrew hers, and his followed into her mouth, exploring it. They kissed long and hard for several minutes, and then broke it off. "Good god, Lara", her father exclaimed, "You're incredible!" Lara grinned. She slipped her hands under her breasts and hefted them at him. They jiggled and bounced in a way that almost seemed to defy gravity. "What about these? Do you like my big titties, Daddy?" He stared at them, hungrily. "Oh yes. You definitely take after your mother on that…front." Lara smirked at the pun, and nodded. "Well, feel free to have some fun with them, if you like..."
He needed no further invitation. His hands moved to her mounds, and began to caress them. He was gentle, stroking them, squeezing. He leaned into her and whispered into her ear "They're better than your mother's". That thrilled her. It excited her. He was teasing her nipples now, taking each one in turn and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. He tugged them, gently at first to gauge her reaction, and then when it elicited a soft moan from his daughter's mouth, he began to tug harder, testing her limits. "Ohhh Daddy," she moaned, "keep doing that!" He obliged her, tugging her nipples harder, pinching her areolas. It seemed his daughter wasn't averse to a little rough play, and the thought turned him on. He bent down, putting his mouth to one of her nipples. He licked it, teasing it with his tongue, then he took it in his mouth and began to suck. Lara moaned appreciatively, and he felt her hand move to the back of his head, caressing it. He bit down on her nipple, ever so softly, and heard her yelp. He moved his head across to her other breast, and gave it the same treatment its twin had been receiving. He was aware that his erection throbbed steadily, as it had done ever since he had first started to admire Lara's tits. She was his own daughter, but his manhood had betrayed him. Now, it twitched and ached and demanded attention. He stood up, and they kissed again. While their tongues probed each other, he took hold of Lara's hand, and guided it down to his cock. He squeezed her hand around it, and saw her eyes widened with surprise. His hand was still closed firmly around hers when he began to move it up and down, making her pump his length. He was certain she wouldn't mind, and when he withdrew his hand, she continued the action. She broke off the kiss and smiled at him.
"Good god, Daddy, this thing is so hard." She looked down at it, watching her hand work his shaft, and then a small giggle escaped her lips. "Daddy…do you remember that day when I was little, when I caught you and Mum in bed together, and you both gave me a right bollocking for it?" she asked. Taken aback, he thought for a moment, and then it came back to him. Yes, he remembered it now. It had been embarrassing and awkward, knowing his own daughter had witnessed those private, intimate moments. "Yes, Lara…what of it?" Lara blushed, and continued, "Well…do you know what I thought about your cock that day? I watched it twitching, standing upright, like it was alive and…I thought of it as a 'naughty snake'". They looked at each other for moment, and then burst out laughing. Lara's hand never once neglected its task. Their laughter subsided, and her father smiled at her. "Well, Lara…my naughty snake is glad to meet you. He likes you. He likes how you're playing with him." The words gave her a thrill. He was talking to her like she was his little girl once more. She loved it, and she didn't want it to end. Slightly altering her voice, raising the pitch, she said "I like your naughty snake, Daddy. He's fun."
Her father looked surprised for a moment. Lara had nailed the way her voice had sounded all those years ago, and he felt conflicted over whether or not he should enjoy it. He supposed, since they were already engaging on one pretty big taboo, that it was far too late to worry about such things. All he could do was smile at her. Lara gave him an innocent look and said "Daddy, is it okay if I give him a kiss"? Dumbfounded, he nodded, and watched as his daughter sank to her knees and, maintaining her grip on his cock, pointed it directly towards her face. "It's SO nice to meet you, Mister Snake!" Lara exclaimed, and kissed it, right on the tip. She glanced upwards to see her father's reaction. He closed his eyes and uttered a soft moan. She kissed it again, and again. And then felt her father's hand on hers. He loosened her grip and took her hand away. No, Daddy, she thought, I don't want to stop yet. She watched as he took hold of it, and then manipulated it downwards and began to poke at her breasts with it. He pushed it against her nipple, which flattened and then disappeared into her areola. That too began to collapse inward. He withdrew his rock-hard member, and rubbed it around her areola, then moved his attentions to the other breast and repeated the same motions.
Lara remembered what she had seen her mother do that fateful day, and decided she wanted to do it. Her tits were better than Mummy's, he had said to her, and she wanted to leave no doubt about it. "Would you like to play between my boobs for a while, Mister Snake?" she asked, and laughed when her father made the naughty snake nod vigorously. She slipped her hands under her tits, as she remembered her mother doing, and pushed them up and around the eager phallus. She quashed them together, engulfing her father's prick in tit flesh, smothering it. He began to rock his hips back and forth, and the naughty snake began to slide back and forth in her cleavage. Its head popped up into view, and this sparked another memory for Lara. "Peekaboo!" she giggled. "PEEKABOO!", and she laughed louder this time. She looked up at her father, who had a puzzled expression on his face. Lara tried to compose herself somewhat, and explained "I'm sorry, Daddy…just a private joke between me and my younger self." "Uh-HUH", came the reply, and he nodded. He understood. Lara addressed the glans of his penis once more. "I'm going to kiss you again, Mister Snake, and this time I'm going to use my whole mouth!" She pressed her lips to it and kissed it. Then she hesitated. She had never actually sucked a cock before, though it was something she had always longed to do. She'd never once considered that the first time might be with her own father, though.
Putting the doubts out of her mind, she slowly parted her lips and, making eye contact with her father, she pushed her head forward. Her warm, saliva-filled mouth slid down the whole length of her father's cock, and he groaned, as much as from the mere sight of his own daughter performing fellatio on him as from the physical sensations caused by the act. Lara's head bobbed up and down, and her tongue explored the throbbing piece of meat in her mouth. She was getting used to the taste, and her father's obvious appreciation made her feel contented, special. Pulling her head back and allowing his dick to slip from her mouth, she asked him, "Am I doing it right, Daddy? Am I a good girl?" He grinned at her, and replied "Oh yes, Lara, you're such a good girl…now, don't stop." He placed his hand on the back of her head, and gently pushed her head back onto his stiff prick. He began thrusting, gently fucking her willing mouth, her maintaining eye contact with him all the while. "Mmmm…such a good girl", he moaned, "Daddy's special little girl."
Lara smiled as best she could with a mouth full of cock, and began sucking more intensely in response to her father's encouragement. Hearing him refer to her the way he was…it turned her on, and she found herself wishing that he had done this with her a long time ago. "Lara, Daddy's going to cum", she heard him say, and she quickly pulled her head back and away from him. A second or two later, she watched as her father's 'naughty snake' spasmed and spat its hot venom at her. One after the other, sticky, white streams of her father's cum splattered across her huge tits and her surprised face, and began to be washed away almost instantly by the hot water spraying from the shower head. Lara watched it run down her body and collect in the plug hole. She stood, smiling, and hugged her father tightly. "Daddy, that was so much fun!" She kissed him again. "I love you so much." Her father said nothing, and she found it difficult to read his expression. Was he…embarrassed by what they had just done? Was he angry? Lara had heard a term at school sometimes, "post-nut clarity", when overhearing the more promiscuous of her peers. She began to get the feeling that her father was now experiencing this post-nut clarity, and that maybe she shouldn't hang around. Lara released her embrace, and reached down to stroke his member, which she noted was still quite hard. "I hope you enjoyed that, Mister Snake!" she joked, and then looked at her father again. A hint of a smile. "Well, I'm going to let you finish your shower", she said, and stepped out of the shower cubicle. She wrapped the towel around her glistening wet body, the big fluffy one she'd selected earlier, and gathered up her clothes. She looked back at her father, who had turned around to watch her. "You don't need to worry…I won't tell Mummy. I won't tell anyone", she told him, meaning every word. She turned, and left the bathroom, making sure to give her father one final bit of eye contact as she closed the bathroom door behind her...
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