My father brushed the sides of his robe aside. Within, I could see his hairy chest, well-toned, with not a single gray hair in sight, despite his age. Unfortunately, looking down, I could also see something else. Nestled amongst his hairy pubes sat a vast tower of flesh, hard and more than twice as big as I was.
"In this house, young lady, we keep discipline. Otherwise, we have chaos. And you are violating that discipline and the sanctity of this family! You want men? From now on, the only man you'll be getting is me."
With that, he let go of me, and I dropped, my fall cushioned by his bush. I stood, getting my balance on the soft surface. His hairs were like long grass, reaching up above my knees. The smell was intoxicating, like no man I'd ever smelt before. I looked upwards, to the arched monster hovering overhead, its veins bulging. My mouth hung open in awe. I was beneath the tip, a beautiful, shiny, polished dome. A drop of liquid, working its way out of the crevice in the center, suddenly fell and landed right on my face and in my mouth. It was a taste very familiar to me but also unique in its own way. I swallowed without thinking, my dad's salty pre-cum being washed down my throat. I raised my arms, but before I could wipe my face off, my dad pressed my them back to my side with his fingers.
"Leave it. I like the way it looks on you. Now get to work. Love me like you loved all those boys. No, wait. Love me like a little girl should love her father."
Before I could scream, a second droplet hit my head, covering my hair. I was speechless.
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