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Old 05-Apr-18, 14:14
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Default Life is beautiful

GUYS . This is gonna be my first/ biggest story ever. please do give comments in the end ,how its proceeding .
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL....

This is a story about a family of three.
father:Bob
mother:Linda
daughter:Tessa (19 years)

Bob is a home based reporter/critic so he barely leaves home as his works in his study room.
Tessa is studying.
Linda is a professional translator for a business man so she travels with him most of the time. As a result she's never home.



Chapter 1:

One fine day Tessa exams had gotten over and now she's trying to relax on the couch by watching something on the tv. She liked wwe so much . So she was watching that with full volume. She knew a lot of it was fake, but she rather fancied some of
the wrestlers and was also really turned on by the idea of physical
contact and combat.

The sound was so loud that she didn't even notice that her dad had
come into the room and was engrossed in his own quarterly chore of
hopelessly trying to understand his bank statements. She didn't
notice him that is until he picked up the remote control and
switched the television off.

'Hey! I was watching that.'
'Do you have to have such a noisy programme on when I'm trying to
do my accounts Tessa? Can't you go off and play or finish your
homework?'
'I'm fourteen Dad. I don't go off and play anymore. And I have
finished my homework.'
Tessa picked up the remote control and switched the television back
on again.
'Tessa, switch that off.'
'No!'
'Give me that remote control now.'
'No.'
'If you don't give me that remote control I'll make you pay for it
you know.'
'How? Are you going to hit me?'
'I might just do that, now turn that television off.'

And he bent down and switched the power off at the mains plug.
Tessa fumed and leapt from the sofa and charged her way across the
room to switch it back on, but her dad stood in her way and
attempted to wrap his arms around her to pull her back. Tessa had
expected as much and she wrapped her own arms round his torso
intending to use her forward momentum to take him off balance. It
was a wild attack borne out of fury rather than any hope of success
but her sturdy body travelling at full tilt was a powerful force.
Her dad had expected to just bull his little girl out of the way,
but he had obviously forgotten how big his little girl was
nowadays. Although Bob Reid stood 5'8 and weighed 160lb against his
daughter 's 5'3 and 105lb he was standing still and she was moving.
Bob was knocked off balance as his daughter piled into him and lost
his grip on her. Tessa not only retained perfect balance but with
the bear hug she actually lifted him a couple of inches into the
air as she drove him back. Flushed with the excitement of the
moment she bent at the waist and slammed his body sideways over
her hip, landing side on to him. She swiftly pulled him onto his
face and climbed on his back, yanking one of his arms up behind his
back, and spreading her legs out as wide as she could to stop him
turning her over.

Both were stunned at how this had turned out. Tessa was a well
built teenager and Bob was some way past his peak fitness but
neither of them would have believed that the young girl would be
able to throw her own father to the floor and then mount and pin
him by strength speed and balance.

Bob struggled to roll his daughter off his back, but she was both
fit and flexible and whichever way he tried to shift her she
rearranged her weight to hold him in place. Bob twisted and turned
and wriggled, and he shouted curses and threats but Tessa was too
damn fired up and more importantly too damn scared to let him go
anywhere. Each time he tried to roll to the right she yanked his
arm to stop him, and each time he tried to roll to the left she
spread her strong young legs out on the floor to thwart his
efforts.

Tessa was amazed that she was able to not only hold his bigger arm
behind his back but also to wrench it into positions that were
obviously hurting her dad a lot. Even more stunning, she was able
to keep his bigger bulk pinned beneath her just by keeping her body
firmly pressed against his back and by spreading herself as wide as
she could. She was realising that she was strong enough to
compete with her dad, maybe she was strong enough to actually beat
him.

Bob was stunned to find himself beneath his daughter. He had
noticed her grow from a childish figure to a well built young
woman, but she was still his 14 year old daughter and it had not
dawned on him that she might have also have developed strength and
power as she grew. Little girls didn't do this sort of thing. But
she certainly didn't feel like a little girl from his position,
staring at the carpet and struggling to try and free his severely
aching arm and roll Tessa from his back. She felt worryingly
strong, but she also felt excitingly woman. Goddamn it this was his
daughter on his back.

Finally Bob realised that rolling was useless and the only way up
would be to get to his knees then stand up. Tessa had him so under
control that she felt him move his weight and guessed what he was
about to do. She quickly slid her body round so that she was lying
directly on his back with her legs either side of his. As Bob slid
his knees forward and slowly raised his belly off the ground she
wrapped her own legs round his and viciously pulled them apart and
back, her weight on his back sending him crashing back down again.
Bob shouted threats again but Tessa remained silent, in total
concentration. This wasn't just a wild tantrum any more, this was a
proper test of strength, or at least of fighting ability, and she
was beating her dad up. Awesome. She was sure that her legs felt
harder and more muscular than his did and she was now fully engaged
in combat with another grown human. This was better than watching
wrestling on television. As Bob tried again and again to raise
himself off the floor, his pretty young daughter pulled his legs
from under him and sent him crashing back down again. Each time it
seemed to Bob to grow more difficult and to Tessa to become
easier. He also was becoming only too aware that her legs were
stronger than his and could feel the bulge of her hard thighs
against his weak attempts to stop her.

Tessa knew she was fitter than her dad, and she sensed that her
best tactic would be to wear him down. Feeling how feeble Bob's
eighth attempt to get to his knees had been, Tessa decided to step
things up a bit. This time when she wrapped her legs round his and
pulled them from under him she didn't just push her weight on him
and spread her legs out to the side. This time she maintained the
hold. Her lithe young limbs were locked around his flabby legs and
he didn't seem able to stop her. Tessa drew a breath and then
powered her legs apart, trying to apply a grapevine. Her legs
bulged as she struggled to prise her dad's legs apart and Bob
grimaced as he struggled to keep them together. For a good second
they were evenly matched but then unquestionably Tessa was proving
the stronger. Bob's face turned purple as he realised that
however hard he squeezed he was completely incapable of stopping
his little girl from forcing his legs wide apart, wider than they
could comfortably stretch. He swore, he threatened, he abused his
daughter, but she was in another world, astounded at the strength
in her legs and the ease with which she was not just matching her
dad but was beginning to dominate him. She eased up on her legs to
let him try to pull back against her and just to experience the
glorious adrenalin rush of her big flexed muscles. Her dad was
truly finding it difficult to summon any strength at all and Tessa
was able to hold him with little more than half her full strength.
As he dredged up one last desperate effort Tessa went full out and
almost tore him apart with her legs. His curses turned to screams,
his threats to pleas, but Tessa was no more interested in hearing
him beg to her than hearing him order her about. All she was
interested in now was how many ways she could beat this man. How
many tests of strength she could challenge him to.

Both wore T-shirt and jeans. Tessa's chest pressed against Bob's
back, her thighs wrapped round his and her ankles were locked
between his calves. His left arm was bent behind his back being
held in place by her left hand and her body weight. Bob's face was
pressed into the carpet, and he was alternately grunting and
whimpering. Tessa felt magnificent. She had his legs trapped, one
arm locked and her Dad face down in the carpet. What would a
wrestler do from here? There was no doubt for either of them that
Tessa could finish the contest from this position. Instinctively
she put her free arm round her father's neck and moved a little
further up his back. She let go of his left arm with hers and used
her left arm for leverage on her right arm. Her right hand clutched
her left biceps as her right forearm lightly pressed against his
throat and her left hand pushed down the back of his head in a
perfect sleeper. Her legs continued to hold his apart. Bob was in
severe trouble and was now not just angry but a little afraid. As
he started ordering her to let him go before she got into real
trouble, Tessa began to increase the pressure with her arms.
Perfect leverage and superior strength quickly told as Bob knew now
he was being truly beaten by this tough athletic teenager and
prayed that she would spare his life.

Bob's complaints vanished immediately to be replaced by gagging
croaky noises and then just hoarse frightened sounds. Tessa felt
his resistance quickly dwindle so that within a minute of her
applying the sleeper he was offering nothing at all. She unwrapped
her legs and arms and stood up. Bob lay face down. She tapped him
in the ribs with her toe. Bob didn't move. She rolled him over
onto his back and Bob just lay there, eyes closed but breathing.

'O my God. What have I done. He'll bloody kill me for this.'

Tessa panicked and tried to think of a way out of this mess, but
her mind refused to help. Try as she might to think of an excuse
she found that not only couldn't she think of one, but really she
didn't want to. Her face dissolved from a frown to a broad smile
as she convinced herself that if he tried to do anything then she
would just beat him up again. It can't have been a fluke. She HAD
outmuscled him., hadn't she? She resolved to prove it to herself
and to him once and for all. Her adrenalin rush was now headlong
and unstoppable. She switched the television back on and settled
down to watch the end of the wrestling, wondering how many of the
moves she could manage, not just against her dad who lay knocked
out on the floor beneath her but against other people, her mum or
her brother perhaps. She slipped out of her jeans and T-shirt and
started doing stretching exercises in just her underwear,
marvelling as her firm responsive muscles rose and fell. Her dad
was beginning to rouse and she wanted to be ready for his anger.

As he stirred she retreated to the opposite side of the room and
stood waiting for him. Bob took a while registering where he was
and how he had got there, but there was no doubting the moment that
he remembered. He roared in bitter anger at his little 14 year old
girl and pulled himself to his feet far too quickly. His still
dizzy head spun and his legs stumbled. He held himself steady
against the table and glared at her. Tessa could see hate in his
eyes and something else she had never seen before. If she didn't
know better she would have said it was fear she could see there.
Determined to maintain her undoubted advantage Tessa flashed him a
full double biceps pose, teasing her hard upper arms into small
mounds of burgeoning muscle. Bob snarled and launched himself at is
cocky sturdy gorgeous young daughter.

Tessa bent her knees braced herself and as he got close launched
herself straight into his chest in a bone jarring body check. Bob
was in no way recovered enough to go toe to toe with this brutal
teenager and he was forced backwards while Tessa stood firm. She
pivoted on her right foot and drove her left heel hard into Bob's
stomach and was delighted to see him grunt and fold over. Tessa
squealed with delight as a 14 year old would, this was just so
easy. Tessa grabbed one of his arms and draped it over one of her
shoulders then put her other hand between his fat legs and pushed
up with her whole body. She knew she was taking a chance. He might
overpower her, she might not be able to lift his weight, but she
was winning this fight so convincingly she had total belief in
herself and no fear of him at all. And she was doing it, his feet
were off the ground then her body was straightened up and her dad
was draped across her shoulders still holding his battered stomach
but now even more fearful of what this young girl could do to him.
Tessa sized up the situation and then went into a slow aeroplane
spin, gradually increasing speed, not necessarily to weaken him but
to display to him how much stronger than him she now was. He clawed
helplessly at her arms but she held him firm and then raised him
slightly over her head and dropped him stomach first, bending her
knee out in front of her and mashing his stomach against her big
tanned thigh. Again Bob grunted and again Tessa felt a warm glow of
pleasure flowing within her as she felt this shattered man unable
to support his own weight, resting across her smooth strong thigh.
She grabbed a handful of his hair and raised his head up then stood
over his kneeling frame. He clubbed her stomach but his blows did
no damage. Her stomach was flat and defined. He had nothing that
could hurt her there. She again draped his arm over her shoulder
but this time raised his body upside down, his chest against hers.
Still conscious Bob felt his little girl's firm chest rammed
against his own. She had grown into a fabulous young woman, but why
did she have to be so bloody strong. She pressed her arms together
and squeezed her dad tight against her, now completely overcome by
the power surging from every muscle, power that he was helpless to
defend himself against. She couldn't imagine anything feeling
better, and then the sweetest sound she had ever heard.

'Tessa, please stop. Please let me go. I beg you. Please put me
down.'
'Do you give up? Do you admit that I am the strongest?'
'Tessa, please don't make me do this. Please stop hurting me.'

But she was in control, not him. She spun to the side and
bodyslammed the flailing figure of her father into the carpet
mashing her glorious chest against him and squashing the air from
his lungs like an elephant landing on a mattress. Again he pleaded
with her and again she ordered him to submit. Again he failed to do
so.

Tessa stood again over her prostrate father. She bent down and
pulled him up to a kneeling position facing her and parted her
smooth chunky legs. She pulled at his hair and dragged his head
between those lovely round thighs. Bob was so outclassed that he
could barely even manage to claw at them now as Tessa demonstrated
the enormous surges of power she could generate with her monstrous
leg muscles. Bob convulsed and sagged as his head throbbed and his
mind lost all focus other than a feeling of intense pressure and
searing pain. Tessa held him for a minute in this vice and then
fell forward to her knees forcing his body down with her. She
parted her legs and Bob's head fell to the floor. As Tessa turned
him over she could see that she had gone too far again and that he
was as good as out cold. She sat astride his chest and closed her
thighs around his head then slapped his cheeks. Bob murmured and
groaned but put up no fight. Her thighs made his angry face
look ridiculous as she squeezed his cheeks together and his mouth
into a tiny 'o' shape. His humiliation was complete as she laughed
at how funny he looked being ridden into the ground by a
schoolgirl.

'Okay Daddy. Time for a finishing move. This time Daddy dear you
WILL submit to me. I promise you!'

Tessa stood at her dad's feet and picked up his ankles. What little
fight he had left was nowhere near enough to bother her. She easily
flipped him over onto his front still holding his feet and slowly
lifted his legs, at the same time lowering herself down onto his
back. She had seen a Boston Crab of course but had never applied
one to anyone and had no idea if they really hurt or were all just
for show. At first her dad only moaned and whimpered so she kept on
increasing the pressure, her butt now against the small of his
back, her thick hard muscular thighs a sharp contrast to his
overstretched soft flabby legs, her swelling biceps gleaming under
a light coating of sweat. And then that noise again. ..

'No Tessa. No! Nooo! Please God no Tessa!! Help! No! I submit! I
submit! I submit God damn you! Please Tessa! Please! Mercy! I give
up! I give! I give! I give!'

Tessa let his feet flop to the floor and sat down on his back. He
was crying openly. Pain, humiliation, shock, disgust. She was
crying too. Joy, relief, pride, and also embarrassment and loathing
for the parent she had once been scared of. She dragged his prone
body over to the sofa and draped him backwards over one arm. Then
she sat behind him and clasped his head between her calves. Again
and again he submitted each time she upped the pressure and again
and again she felt that glow of pleasure tingling in her fabulous
young body. She slid forward and rearranged her legs into a figure
four, a head scissors again, then a sleeper hold with her arms,
then a face sit, and finally settled back in a figure four with his
neck securely held in place by her muscular calf. Every move now
had the same effect of endless humble submissions. The big man was
now her plaything, the rules were now for her to make. He pleaded
and blubbered but her mind was elsewhere as she absent-mindedly
felt the damp mound in her panties and wondered how easy it was to dominate her dad.
Anyways question for later now. She had to react to what was happening.
She dragged her dad from the hall to her parents bed,and threw him onto it.
Now DAD ,its time to make some rules around here . kay????
Now she slowly got on top of him .
Rule number one: "U DONT GET TO TALK".
while she was saying this , she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head for a powerful headscissor with his mouth and nose literally pushed against her crotch.
NOW i hope u cant talk much . oh and btw for answering just raise your finger coz i know u cant move ur head now.
to be continued.....
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Great Amazing story...i hope there is more to come....I can picture it really happening...plenty of very strong daughters that do sports and work out and seeing dads that do not look that they ever worked out or did any sports growing up.
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Great story but I remember reading a very similar story on DTV. I tried to find it but did not know where it was thank so much
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Your first story? Holy cow - what a great start.
I predict it's just the first of many.
Oh, And I don't want to nitpick, but in the intro you said she was 19. Being 14 is even more impressive.
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Great story but I remember reading a very similar story on DTV. I tried to find it but did not know where it was thank so much
would it happen to be this story? [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] they do look very similar.
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Yes, its the same but a much better story.
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would it happen to be this story? [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] they do look very similar.
Yep that's it thank you
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I don't remember ever seeing a part 2
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