Emily’s experience with boys had been that they wanted only to take, never give. Only her best friends, Meaghan and Heidi, and her dear sweet father ever gave support and true love anymore. Mom had gone to Heaven, and her kind and caring teacher, Mrs. Harrigan… that was a sad story, too.
Emily vividly remembered the day that Mrs. Harrigan lost her job. She had been Emily’s favorite teacher all year, but had really lost her way in the last few weeks of March. The other girls laughed about it, but Emily was sad for her. Mrs. Harrigan, the woman who had given them support for so long, the woman who had been the only one who gave them honest answers to their questions—within the boundaries of her position—was still there somewhere under the absolute trainwreck of a woman who stood in front of the class that final day.
She was drunk, obviously so, and her brown hair wasn’t done up nicely like it had been two hours ago when Emily had seen her in her first hour class. Emily wanted to be a doctor, like her mother Molly had been, and took all the science courses offered to freshmen at St. Hildegard’s. That meant she’d had Mrs. Harrigan twice a day all year.
Mrs. Harrigan took another drink out of the mug that obviously no longer contained just coffee. “It’s a powerf-ful thing, a young girl’s body,” she said as she began to unhinge completely. “She can use it to make men do damned near anything, at least for a while. She can-n even make a good man cheat on his wife who still loves him and fucks him almost every night. The next thing the woman knows, she walks in and f-finds his big cock buried right in the cunt of an eighteen year-old college student from his bi-ol-l-logy class.” Mrs. Harrigan took another swig from her mug. “Then he promises to stay away from the girl, but she comes back over to the house and sticks her ass out at him-m, and p-pop goes the weasel!”
The girls sat and watched in shock or amusement. Emily knew some of the girls loved to watch a flame-out, and as nervous breakdowns go, Mrs. Harrigan was having a doozy. “YOU could have done it,” the teacher said pointing to Meaghan, Emily’s shy little friend who sat next to her in the front row. Meaghan looked terrified. “You are such a little cutie, Meaghan. You’ve got a tight little cun-t and gorgeous red hair. You could shake your ass at a grown man and make him act like a stupid schoolboy. Shit, a darling like you could make her own daddy put the wood to her.” Meaghan put her head down and began to cry. Mrs. Harrigan immediately regretted singling out the pretty little girl, but she wasn’t in control of what she was saying now. “I am so sorry, Meaghan. I know you would never do that. You’re one of the nicest girls I’ve vever known. I was just trying to make a point. You girls don’t know the kind of p-power you have. Pus-sy power!”
Emily couldn’t stand to see her beloved teacher go on like this. She stood and put her arms around the tall thin woman. “Mrs. H, don’t do this, please. You’re still beautiful, and you’re such a good teacher.” Mrs. Harrigan leaned her head down on top of Emily’s and began to cry.
“You’re such a good kid, Bigguns, but look at you. You’re nothin’ but tits and big blue eyes, blonde to boot. Stop by my house and fuck my husband. He’d do it. With a body like yours you don’t just have power, Emily; you have s-s-superpowers!” Mrs. Harrigan started sobbing and stopped talking. She held onto Emily, and Emily supported the woman’s weight until she could steer her to a seat on the lab table. Father Krauss, the principal, came into the room with nasty little Constance Werner, who had snuck out to get him. Constance tattled on everyone for everything they did. Father Krauss put an arm around Mrs. Harrigan and firmly escorted her toward the door. “You couldn’t fuck Father Krauss, though, Bigguns.”
“Of course not, I’m a man of the cloth, Mrs. Harrigan.”
“That wouldn’t stop ‘im, Emily. Priests’ll fuck teenage girls, too. Remember that, girls. They’ll stick ya if you want ‘em to. But Krauss here is queerer than a three-dollar bill. That’s why they moved him to the girls’ school instead of St. Mike’s!” Father Krauss led Mrs. Harrigan roughly out the door. She was off campus for good in ten minutes.
Emily had been haunted for weeks afterward by her teacher’s breakdown. She woke up with nightmares of the other girls taunting Mrs. Harrigan and Father Krauss leading the priests in stoning her to death. The poor woman was just broken; couldn’t anyone see that? Her husband, whom she still loved deeply, had been repeatedly unfaithful with a teenage college girl, and Mrs. Harrigan had to face a sea of teenage girls every day. Who wouldn’t have snapped?
Emily carried something else from the incident far longer than she carried the nightmares. Mrs. Harrigan had called the allure of Emily’s body a superpower. Emily knew the St. Mike’s boys all wanted to touch her and fuck her, but they wanted to touch and fuck all the girls. That’s what boys were like. They wanted to take pleasure from the girls and gain prestige in the process. Yet, even before the day her favorite teacher broke down in the biology lab, Emily had begun to suspect that grown men were looking at her like they wanted to take something from her, too. Now, she trusted in Mrs. Harrigan’s words that what they wanted to take from her was a fuck.
Emily secretly thrilled to the idea that grown men wanted her. She wanted some of them, too. Emily wasn’t sexually active yet, but she had powerful sexual longings and no qualms about doing it if she ever found the right boy. But frankly, the boys kind of creeped Emily out. They were so horny and so greedy with the girls.
When St. Hildy’s had their homecoming dance with St. Mike’s, Emily had gone with Jared Montgomery, a junior boy she hardly knew but thought was nice. At the end of the night, Emily decided to give him a goodnight kiss at the door. He had stuck his tongue down her throat from the first instant, and then grabbed her tits roughly. When she pushed back against him to get him away from her, he pinned her to the wall of her house. He began to grind into her. “Come on, baby, I know you want to,” he had hissed at her. He didn’t stop until she kneed him in the groin and dropped him to his knees. He cussed at her, and that was a big mistake. Emily’s father had heard the boy’s noisy car pull into the driveway, and then heard his raised voice. In an instant, her daddy had burst out of the door just as Jared stood to cuss at her again. Daddy didn’t hit him, thank God. But he threw Jared off of the porch, and Emily was pretty sure that the boy didn’t hit the ground until he was a good twelve feet from the bottom of the steps. As Emily threw herself into her father to keep him from pursuing the boy who was now running away, she felt his big protective arm come around and squeeze her against his side. Emily declared she was through with boys, and hugged her strong daddy tightly.
That had been the beginning of her fascination with grown men. Still, she knew better than to ever act on it. Especially after she saw what that sort of behavior had done to the Harrigans. Hell, at fifteen, Emily could end up sending some poor sweet man that she loved to jail. And then his wife would suffer, and some kids would be without a father that had loved them. Emily valued fathers above all people. Her father was the rock of her life, after all.
Mommy was with the angels in Heaven. Emily had been telling people that since she was nine years old. Her body was in Calvary Cemetery, but her soul was in Heaven. Beautiful Mommy was one of ten people her town had lost in the pair of tornados that struck one horrible evening six years ago. She had grabbed her med bag and gone out after the first storm to help the injured, and she got caught in the second twister.
From that moment, Emily’s father had been everything a girl could ask him to be. He was her counselor, her friend, her caretaker and her protector. She had always been a daddy’s girl, now she was a daddy’s girl times ten.
And he was a father times ten. He was patient and ceaselessly kind, but he was also firm and strong. He would raise his voice to her if she let her hormonal attitude control her sometimes unstoppable mouth, and then he would hug her as she broke down and apologized for making his job so hard. His embraces were the things she valued most. His arms never took, they only gave. He could wash away a horrible day with just a hug and a kiss on her forehead.
And Emily had had many horrible days. She was short and not very athletic at a school where the girls’ athletic teams were the pride and joy. And the older girls didn’t like her. They didn’t like the way the St. Mike’s boys were fascinated with her. She had spent most of her freshman year rejecting advances the other girls wished they were getting, and that only made the older girls get nastier. They teased her about being afraid of the boys and called her a baby. They gave her the nickname “Little Baby Big Tits.” Then fearful that they would be punished for saying “tits,” they changed it to “Baby Bigguns” and finally just “Bigguns.”
Emily had good friends, like Meaghan and Heidi, but the freshman girls couldn’t really stand up to the older girls. The best they could do was to follow Mrs. Harrigan’s advice, take ownership of the nickname “Bigguns,” and use it amongst themselves. Somehow, the fact that her friends now also called her Bigguns took the sting out of it. Meaghan and Heidi became almost proud of the way Bigguns’ body frustrated the senior girls. The older girls were mean as ever, but at least the younger girls could now argue that it was simply jealousy. Still, while St. Hildegard’s was a wonderful place to learn, it was a shitty place for Emily to spend the time between classes.
So, home was her refuge, and her father, Samuel Meier, was what made it special. After his wife’s death, he had taken on an assistant who ran many of the day-to-day aspects of his investment company. She had been meant to prevent the suddenly single father from having to work late hours, but had done far more than that. She had become a junior partner, and Sam found that he could easily free himself to spend plenty of time with Emily and the girls. He was the dad who took them to the mall and sat monitoring stocks on his phone as the girls abused their parents’ charge cards. He was the dad who took them bowling and to movies and even to see touring companies of Broadway shows when they got into town. Meaghan had a huge crush on him, and Heidi’s was even worse. They talked and joked with Emily about her giving them permission to take her daddy to school dances. Emily took it all in good humor through junior high, but after Mrs. Harrigan’s breakdown, she stopped laughing. The girls knew that Emily had been affected by that, so they backed off and didn’t make any more jokes about her handsome father.
By late spring of her freshman year, Emily had begun to realize that it wasn’t just the Harrigans that had made her lose her sense of humor about the girls having crushes on her father. Emily was jealous. She laughed at herself for a while. Of course she had a crush on her dad. He was in the prime of manhood, and he was handsome and smart and rich and wonderful and a hundred other things that made girls go ga-ga. But by April’s Spring Break, Emily had found she was no longer able to laugh it off as a crush. Emily was head-over-heels in love with her father. She wanted to press her lips to his, she wanted him to stroke her most intimate parts, and she wanted him to fuck her. Her mother, the doctor, had been very frank about sexual things, so Emily had never been squeamish about them. She knew she was going to fuck a grown man someday—more likely sooner than later. Now she realized that the grown man could be only Sam Meier.
So, Emily set to work using her superpower on her unsuspecting father. But Samuel Meier was a decent man. If he suspected that Emily was trying to fuck him, he would dig in his heels and push back with all of his might. And, he was strong, both in body and mind. He could marshal the strength to resist her on purely sexual terms, no matter what Mrs. Harrigan had said. Emily was not going to be able to just shake her ass or bounce her big tits a few times and have her father knock her front door in. She needed to make him fall in love with her the same way she had fallen in love with him. Only if he fell in love with her would she stand a chance of seducing him. She had fallen for him slowly, and because there was no other logical choice. She set her mind to making him feel the same way about her. If she could do that, then she just might be able to break through all his defenses.
It started out with her manipulating him the way most fifteen-year-old girls manipulated their fathers. She pouted. She hated the duplicity of it, but her intentions were noble—well, to her at least. Emily just knew that if she could get him to fall in love with her she could make him happy for the rest of his life. She had only one intention where he was concerned. No matter what they ended up calling themselves in the end, Emily and Samuel were going to end up living as a married couple. Emily was certain that she had been a good daughter to the man she loved, and now that her body and heart were growing up, she could be a good wife as well.
So, when her father came home from work one day, he found Emily on the couch with a long face and sad eyes. He didn’t even say a word. He put his big arms around her and held her close. His touch gave her some of his strength and took none of hers away. “Thanks, Dad. I needed that.”
“Those girls being mean again?”
“No more than usual. … Dad, I’m kind of embarrassed to talk about this one.”
“Oh, one of those things. I won’t press it, then. Aunt Katie is going to be in town next weekend; maybe she can help. But Emily, I am here for you, and I’m willing to talk about anything.” He waited, but she didn’t go on. “Okay, how about we do ‘breakfast for supper?’ That usually puts you in a better mood.”
“Thanks, Dad.” She gave him a kiss on his cheek, and he gave her a kiss on the forehead. He got up to go to the kitchen. She let him get to the doorway. “Dad?” she said, letting tears flow. “I DO need to talk about it, and it does have to be with you. Can you come back?”
“Of course, Ems.” He moved to the couch and took her back in his arms. She looked up at him with all the love she could muster. He felt the powerful emotion in that look, she could tell, but he would push it aside as a daughter’s adoration for her daddy.
“I-I-I want to tell you something, but I can’t look you in the face. You’re everything to me, but I’m a young woman and you’re a man, and … Can I just cuddle into your lap and not look up while I say it?”
“Of course, honey. Emily, just tell me, though. Even if you told me you were pregnant, I wouldn’t fly off the handle or anything. Um, it’s not that, is it?”
“No, Dad,” she said, lying her head down on his chest and letting her right breast drape across his belly. She lazily let her left hand rest on his thigh. “I’m still a virgin. But it all relates to that… sort of.”
“Go on…” he said nervously.
“I need to go on the pill. I-I’m not fuc—sexually active, like I said. I don’t even plan on it anytime soon. It’s just that my periods have been awful lately. They were normal at first, but now they’re really heavy and painful. Heidi said her big sister had this problem and it got better when she went on the pill. I know we’re Catholic and all, but it’s not for birth control. Besides, you know everybody cheats on that rule. Mom did, and I can guarantee you know that.”
“I didn’t know YOU knew that, honey.”
“I found Mom’s pills in the drawer. I didn’t know what they were, but I remembered the way they looked, and when I saw Heidi’s big sister with them, I recognized the way that ring with all the days on it looked.”
“Well, Emily. I’ll confess to a certain ignorance on this topic. If it worked for Eva, and if it will save you discomfort, I’ll call Mom’s gyno doctor and set it up. I think maybe we should get you a regular woman’s doctor instead of just the family doctor anyway. You’re okay with Doctor Evans, right?”
Emily sat up and looked her father in the eyes. She left her hand on his thigh. “She’s nice, Dad. Thanks, you’re the kindest man in the world.” She kissed him on the cheek again, and let her hand brush his crotch as she moved it up to his shoulder. She had given him a slight hard-on, and she knew that now. He wasn’t fantasizing about her or anything. A pretty girl was just close to him, and that prompted a physical response. “Pancakes?” she asked.
“And bacon.” He got up to head to the kitchen.
“Dad,” she said, taking his hand, forcing him to turn back. “I won’t give it up cheaply. I won’t make love until I am completely and totally in love with someone who totally and completely loves me and no other.”
“You’re the best girl in the world, Emily.”
“You make me feel that way, Dad. I love you!” She bounced up and hugged him.
“I love you too, little one. I love you, too.” He chuckled at the way her mood had changed so quickly. He hugged her back and they headed to the kitchen. She held onto his hand, but swung it girlishly. It felt natural.
The notion of Emily as a sexual being had been planted rather far back in his mind now, and she was happy to let that lie still for a while. It was two weeks until she played another little game with him. This one was far bolder. She left her bedroom door open, took her pink panties off and displayed them on the part of her bed closest to the door. She lay down next to them and switched on the i-pod docked next to her bed. Then she began to masturbate. She knew her dad would be home any minute, and he would come to get her for supper.
Emily pictured her father’s big hand replacing her own much smaller one at the entrance to her pussy. He wasn’t a huge man, but compared to hers, his hands were gigantic. She dreamt of his hot burning kisses on her throat and below her ears. She fantasized about his other hand kneading her soft, full tits as she moaned “yes” over and over again. This was not the first time she had had these visions. Her father’s face had some time ago replaced the shadowed image of the generic grown man that she had started the year fancying. The groans of male pleasure she imagined hearing had taken on the timbre of her father’s baritone. This time was no different, but she was also keeping an ear open for her father’s approach.
Emily heard her dad enter the house and call her name, but she kept right on fingering herself. She knew he would hear the music and assume that she had not heard him call out. He would see the open door and step into her room to let her know he was there. She begin to moan a name softly. “Sam,” she said. “Sam, oh Sam! I want you Sam. I love you Sam.” She heard her father’s feet shuffling in the hallway and then felt his presence in the doorway. He would get an eyeful, her pink panties on the bed and her skirt flipped up onto her belly as she fucked her fingers.
“Oh, Jesus, Emily! I am so sorry!” she heard him exclaim. She jumped up quickly and grabbed for her panties. By the time she looked up, he was already out of the doorframe. She quickly followed, hoping she could pull off what came next.
“Daddy! Dad! I’m sorry. Don’t be mad, please! I couldn’t take it if you were mad.” She began to slide into her panties, and she pretended to stumble from her effort to hurriedly dress herself for him. He had turned to speak to her, and she fell into him pressing her chest to his hips as he caught her in his strong arms. She hurriedly reached a hand down and pulled up her panties, catching the back of her skirt in them. “Oh, God! I do everything wrong!” she cried and fled back into her room in tears, her pink panties bunching her skirt in the back. Then, she waited for him. It didn’t take long. He would just need to gather his wits, and then his perfect fatherly instincts would kick in. There was a soft knock at the door.
“May I come in, Emily?”
“Dad, I’m too embarrassed to face you.”
“No need to be embarrassed, angel. Let’s just talk through this, okay?”
“Okay, come on in.” Emily rolled so that she was facing away from him. “I’m sorry, Dad. I know it’s wrong, but I just couldn’t help it.” She felt the shift in the weight on the bed as he sat down on its edge. “Please forgive me.”
“Forgive you for what? Being a perfectly normal fifteen-year-old kid?”
“Normal? Dad, I do that thing all the time lately.”
“Of course you do. It’s what kids do at your age.”
“That’s not what Sister Mary Aquinas says.”
“Oh, sweetie, don’t let that old bat get you wound up. Sometimes I forget what they’ll tell you in a Catholic school. Emily, I can practically guarantee you that all your friends do it.” He put a hand on her shoulder. His touches always gave; they never asked for anything. He was giving his understanding and love.
“So, you’re not ashamed to look at me?”
“Roll over, honey.” Emily rolled over and wiped her tears away. She felt ashamed that she cried to manipulate him, but had learned to turn that shame into more tears. “All I see when I look at you is the most beautiful girl in the world.”
“And, you’re the most handsome man in the world, Dad.”
“Well, I doubt that, but thank you. Ems, what you were doing is perfectly normal, but it’s meant to be a private thing. How about we keep the door closed—and locked—when you have that private time?”
“I-I just lost track of time, Dad. God, I screw everything up so bad, and all you ever do is be perfect about it. I love you.” She hugged him, her warm body mashing against his, the scent of her sin still on her fingers as she pulled back and touched his cheek before mashing into him again. She knew he had to have picked up on that scent.
“I love you, too, Molly.” He caught it as soon as he said it. He had called his daughter by his wife’s name. Emily thought it was probably the strong scent/memory connection they had discussed in Mrs. Harrigan’s class. “Sorry, Emily. I guess I’ve said ‘I love you Molly’ so many times that sometimes the words just follow each other.” As saves go, it was a pretty damned good one.
“We’ll both always love her.” Emily still clung to him, the memory of her mother giving her a genuine excuse to hold him.
“That we will, honey.” He got up when she released him. He headed for the door, but he stopped there, as Emily had hoped he would. She had left one more little thing for him to deal with, and he was just too good a father to let it go. “Emily, I hate to ask this, but it’s going to eat at me if I don’t. Were you saying… Did you call my name?”
“Oh, God. I didn’t know you heard me, too! No, Dad. It’s another Sam.”
“Whew! That would have been a whole ‘nother kettle of fish! So, I take it there’s a boy at St. Mike’s named Sam?”
“What? Oh, no. He’s a singer.”
“Oh, one of those teen idols. Okay.” He seemed relieved.
Emily kept him in the doorway. “Dad, he’s not a teenager. I-I don’t really like teenage boys very much.”
“They’re all grabby and greedy and horny all the time. You remember Jared?”
Her father’s face grew dark. “I remember Jared.”
“Well, that’s what all the boys are like.”
“Really? That’s a shame. We were all horny when we were that age, but we had some damned manners and respect.”
“You were horny like that? I can’t imagine you being anything but a gentleman,” she smiled at him. “That’s why I kind of dream about grown men. They aren’t such horndogs.”
“I wouldn’t rely on that,” he said, and leaned on the doorway. “You have to be careful with grown men, angel. We’re not all safe. Quite the opposite, in fact. Many grown men would exploit you if you left that door open.”
“ALL the boys would.” She had been practicing this argument more than he had.
“I-I reckon so,” he said and stopped. “Sit up, honey.” Sam sat next to his gorgeous daughter. “I wish I had some better answers for you about this. I hate when I can’t solve your problems for you.”
“You’re only human, Dad.”
“Truer words were never spoken, but sometimes you look at me with such love in your eyes that I wonder if you know that I’m just a man.”
“Not just a man, Dad. A damned good man.”
“Thank you, Emily. You’re a damned good girl, too.” That was the second time he’d said “damned” today. That was as close to cussing as he’d ever come in conversation with her. He was seeing her as a little more adult, Emily guessed.
“Dad, I never really seriously think about doing anything with a grown man. It’s just a fantasy. Besides,” she added thoughtfully. “I could ruin his life if I did that to a grown man.”
“That’s true. You’re pretty wise, little one.”
“A girl from the college fucked Mr. Harrigan, and it ruined their marriage and made his wife have a breakdown.”
“That was just awful for you kids to have to see that.”
“Taught us all a lesson, though. Marriage is sacred, and you only cause pain when you cheat with someone.” She wanted so badly to lean into him and make him put his strong arm around her, but she knew that would be too much. She would give herself away with that.
“It’s not just the married ones you have to look out for. Any single man could go to jail, too. Hell, I can’t even believe we’re worried about the adults here. You’re the one we need to protect.”
“From them or from myself? I doubt any grown men are sitting around masturbating over me.” She looked down like she was ashamed again.
“Actually… never mind. That’s not something I need to get into with you.”
“Dad? What?” Emily was trying her best to act shocked.
“Grown men… think of the teenage girls. They’re attractive to us.”
“Really? Wow! That explains it.”
“There was a guy Meaghan saw at the mall. He had his hand in his front pocket. Meaghan said ‘Bigguns, he’s jacking off watching you!’ I thought she was just being weird.”
“No… she was probably right.” His face grew dark again. “Glad I didn’t see it.”
“You don’t do that, though?”
“Well, I… could you please clear up what exactly you’re asking?”
“You don’t jack off, do you?”
“Oh… well yes, honey, I do. BUT I LOCK THE DOOR!” They both laughed at his joke.
“What did you think I was asking? If you thought about me?”
“HONEY! I feel comfortable discussing things, but this is getting awfully weird. No, I don’t think about you when I do that.” Emily was hoping that she would catch him in a lie, but she was pretty sure he was telling the truth.
“Do you think about teenage girls?”
He stood up. “Now you’re just messing with me.”
Emily giggled. “Sorry, but you’re cute when I get you flustered like that. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m not upset,” he said. “It’s just been a weird afternoon.”
“Thank you for being so awesome about it though, Dad. I hope someday I marry a man just like you. I’d marry you if you weren’t my dad.”
“And I’d---CHEESEBURGERS! I’m gonna go make us some cheeseburgers!” He left in a hurry.
Emily smiled. She didn’t want to get him all twisted up, but he really was adorable when he was flustered. And she had done that to him. She had pushed him out of his comfort zone. He hadn’t exactly denied thinking about teenage girls when he jacked off. Heidi and Meaghan were around the house all the time, and they were pretty little flirts. They had to creep into his fantasy life. Now, Emily was going to be in that mix whether he wanted her to be or not.
Her father was a little strange the rest of the week, but settled back into his normal manner after that. Maybe he’d stopped thinking about her, but Emily didn’t think he had. He’d just come to accept it and box it off from the rest of his life. She would give him a little time. She waited until the first week of summer to make her next move, the big move.
It was Saturday morning, and Emily knew her dad would sleep in a little. She stripped to her panties and bra and walked into his room while he slept. She went to his laundry hamper and made a little noise. He stirred. “Emily, everything okay?” He hadn’t yet opened his eyes all the way.
“Oh, God, Dad! You scared me! I thought you left for work. I was just getting the laundry.”
He sat up in the bed and looked at her. “It’s Saturday, honey. I…” his voice trailed off as he took in her form. “Oh, you’re not dressed.”
“It’s okay. Covers as much as a swimsuit, I guess. I’m sorry I woke you up.”
“It’s okay,” he said softly.
“Dad… you’re staring.”
“Emily, I’m sorry. You just… it took me by surprise.”
“Still staring, Dad.”
“You’re in your underwear.”
“You’ve seen me in less.”
“Not for some time.” He looked away then.
“Dad, look at me, please.”
“I don’t think I should right now, Emily.”
“Let’s not be weird about this, Dad. It’s still just me.” She put her hands on her hips.
“There’s a lot more of you than there was before, honey.”
“That’s me… Bigguns! Apparently there’s quite a bit to you, too.” She looked at the place where his manhood was propping up the sheet.
Her dad pulled his knees up to his chest. “Emily, this is… I’m sorry.”
“Dad, men have been looking at my tits for a few years, now. Remember the day when you said you were only human? That’s all it is.”
“You’re my daughter.”
“I’m also a pretty girl with big tits who adores you. You’d have to be dead not to have some kind of reaction sometime. I can live with it, Dad. Hell, I’m gonna be a sophomore in high school next year. I know that I have a nice rack. Men are going to look.”
“Why not?” She pouted at him, now.
“Because I’m your father!”
“Why the hell can’t we just be honest about this, Dad? You’ve always been straight with me. I like the way you look. You like the way I look!” She stopped pouting. She sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, Dad. I just want this to be something we get past and deal with like we always deal with things.”
“No… you don’t, Emily.” He looked her square in the eyes. He was calm, but firm. “Too many accidents, too many conversations that you’ve steered toward sex with adult men, too many times you’ve pressed yourself against me, too many times you’ve pouted and too many crocodile tears. You’re trying to get me worked up, and you’re not being very fair about it.”
Emily’s tears were genuine this time. She couldn’t deny any of what he’d said. “I’m sorry!” she finally shouted between sobs. “I’ve never been in love before!”
“Oh, angel, you can’t. I can’t. I would never hurt you.”
“I don’t want you to hurt me. I want you to make love to me!”
“I love you more than a father has ever loved a daughter, but I can’t do that for you.”
“Why not?” She was angry with him, now. She didn’t really know why. He opened his mouth to speak to her, but she cut him off. “If you say, ‘because I’m your father’ I am going to scream!”
“Look, you are beautiful and smart and sweet. Everything a man could ever want. But there are trust issues and power imbalances between fathers and daughters. A father is playing with loaded dice. A girl should have one man in her life who isn’t trying to fuck her.”
“That’s a pretty well thought-out answer, Dad. You’ve been wrestling with this, too.”
He wanted to deny it. She could see that. But he was too damned honest to lie about it. “Okay, fine. You have grown into something I never anticipated, and it has been… difficult for me to completely shut out those thoughts.”
“Thanks for being honest, Dad. Be honest one more time. You know, I’m in love with you. Are you in love with me?”
He took a deep breath and seemed to be about to launch into some kind of an answer, but then he reversed himself and came out with the simple truth. “Yes, I am in love with you… in too many ways. But I will be able to deal with it the right way, sweetheart. I won’t take advantage of you, no matter how I feel.”
“DAD! Can’t you—“
“—Emily, a girl’s dad should be the one man in her life who always gives and never takes.”
“But what if she wants him to?” She was losing control of her emotions again. She had wanted to seem grown up. “What if he’s the man she’s fallen in love with?” Emily wished she could stop crying. She just couldn’t.
“You have to trust me, little one.”
“I do trust you. You’re the only one I trust enough to let touch me, and you won’t do it!”
“It would be… wrong,” he said, and he sounded almost completely certain. But Emily heard just the tiniest waver in his voice. It was enough to give her hope, but she knew if he got away from her this time he would screw up his strength and hold her off forever. She crawled toward him. “Emily, no!” He sounded almost frightened of her. Maybe he was seeing a glimpse of her superpower. In her sexy blue bra and panties, she was likely giving him more than a glimpse.
She kissed him on the mouth and pressed herself into his arms. “Does this feel wrong, to you?” she whispered. “Because it is the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever had in my life.” He looked at her and hesitated before he spoke. She took the hesitation as an opening. “I’m throwing myself at you, and we both know you’ve thought of this. I love you.” She kissed him again and pushed him to his back. “I am going to fuck you. Now or later. I will never stop coming at you until it happens, Dad.”
“Please, honey.” He had been so strong and so reasonable, but she was unleashing everything she had on him, and she had a great deal to unleash. He was shaking now. “Give me a minute. I’m all twisted up inside.” He got away from her, and she collapsed on the bed and sobbed. He left the room and went into the bathroom. He was in there a long time, and then the shower began to run. She realized what he was doing. She tried to open the door. He had locked it. She found the little wire key that opened the interior doors. He was there in the shower, naked, with his cock in his hand. He looked at her, his eyes filled with pain and terror. “It won’t go down,” he said. “I can’t make it stop.”
She reached into the shower and turned the knob so that the icy cold water became warm. “I can, Sam. I can make the pain stop, and I can make you feel love for me in the same way I feel it for you. There’s no world. There’s just Emily and her Samuel, the handsome man she loves so much.” Emily entered the shower, knelt before him and took his cock in her hand. She had never touched one before, but she had enough of a sense of what to do to get her started. She jacked him gently. “I am so in love with you.”
“Oh, Emily. You’ve made me fall in love with you, too.” There was still regret in his voice, but none of the terror she had seen when she first walked in on his cold shower. “I-I want you.”
“You have me,” she said. “Neither of us has to be in pain anymore.” She continued to jack his cock and then reached up a hand to his balls. She knew they were tender from the cold water, and she cupped them gently. They were shriveled and cold from the shower, but her hand warmed them and soon they were soft and full. She kissed them. She liked the tangy taste of his skin. She licked them and then let her tongue trail up the underside of his cock. She’d been raised by a doctor. She had never been squeamish about the idea of sex; she just hadn’t had someone she loved enough to do this to. She took him into her mouth and began to suck his shaft. It was amazing for her. He had to lean up against the shower wall to keep from tipping over, and she knew she was causing him to be that swept away with passion. She held the base of his cock in one hand as she fondled his balls with the other, and she sucked and licked his cock hungrily. She could feel herself getting wet inside, almost as wet as the shower made her back, and he wasn’t even doing anything to her yet.
That changed after a few lingering moments. He reached down her back and opened her bra with one quick movement. He did it so easily that Emily thought it was faster than she could have done it herself. He was an experienced lover. He reached his hands down and began to massage her full breasts. That was the first time she felt the change. His touch was loving, but he was taking something from it, now. His desires were being satisfied by having her tits in his hands. He wasn’t magical and perfect anymore; he really was just a man. This was the way it felt when a man took something from her, but this one offered her love in exchange.
It was better than she had imagined it would be. She could feel her wetness even more than before. She was glad she was in the shower or she feared she might make a puddle on the floor. She could feel a new energy build up inside of him. He grabbed her by the chin with both hands and pulled her to her feet. She was afraid he was going to stop her. He kissed her, letting his tongue touch hers and then wander around the rough but sensitive roof of her mouth. She had never kissed like this before, never had the desperate swapping of tongues stimulate her to greater passion.
He turned her then, his powerful body steering her tiny form against the wall of the shower. She was in his old position, using the wall against her back to steady her weakened knees. He took her tits in his hands again, but this time lowered his mouth to them as well. He was taking again, using his touch to gain pleasure. But the pleasure it gave her had to be equal or even greater. As he sucked on her nipples, his hands found the waistband of her dark blue panties and pushed them toward her knees. She worked herself the rest of the way out of them.
Now, she was naked and pinned against the wall of the shower by his strong hands. Yet, she knew all it would take from her was the slightest sign that she wanted out and he would release her. That knowledge gave her the will to continue and stoked her desire. He would have stopped for her, but he didn’t want to stop himself now. He leaned into her, and she couldn’t move her upper body at all. She felt the cock that had been in her mouth begin to slide up and down the length of her slit, and it thrilled her beyond all reason. His hands cupped her under her butt cheeks and he lifted her from the floor. Then, without any of the reluctance he had shown before, he pushed into her.
She felt the walls of her little pussy stretch to accommodate the girth of his hard cock. Those tight little walls wanted him in; they wanted to feel his cock brush against them. He went as deep as her hymen and stopped for a moment. She took a deep breath and clung tightly to his neck. He thrust hard, and she felt her barrier tear away. It hurt, and she cried out, but he didn’t panic. Whether it was her mommy or some other girl, or many other girls, she didn’t yet know, but she knew he had done this before, and knew what followed. He remained still.
Emily held still as well for a moment, letting the pain subside. She knew it might hurt, and it had. But this was not a horrible thing. Nature intended for the lovemaking to continue after it happened and didn’t make it hurt so much that she wanted to quit, or even to remain still for long. She opened her eyes, and over his shoulder she could see a tiny river of pink being washed down the shower drain. Pink, the color of femininity, the color that signified she was woman.
She drew her weight down a little and then back up. She did this a few times, and soon her movements became lusty attempts to gain pleasure from the thing that filled her so completely. Her pussy stretched to take it in, and it felt so good to have it spread the deepest reaches of her channel open like that. The words she had said a hundred times in her lonely room tumbled from her lips. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she said softly, abandoning the silly pretense that she should call him Sam. She had fallen in love with her father. He had fallen in love with his daughter. “Take me now,” she said.
And then he did. He believed her when she had told him what she wanted. He gave it to her. He took her.
And she gave it up. Emily’s legs were short, but they were long enough to wrap around his strong backside and urge him in. She moaned from her own pleasure, but she also found that she moaned in an attempt to let him know that he should continue. Her cries of ecstasy were cries of permission, of encouragement even. And then the mouth that had sometimes run too loosely found that it was okay to run wild here. “Fuck me.” “Yes.” “Yes.” “Give it to me.” “You are so good.” “I love it! I love fucking you!”
He remained silent but drove into her again and again, and she thrashed and clutched at him. She grabbed his ass, his neck, his back. He kissed her on the neck and found a spot beneath her ear that drove her crazy. He would kiss her shoulders as he burrowed in on top of them. She loved the feel of his solid body in front of her, pinning her torso to the wall while her hips could still move to meet his thrusts. She had always felt like she was lusty, but now she knew she had a furnace inside her. She was so hot for him that she thought she would burn his skin.
He wasn’t wild, but he didn’t baby her, either. His thrusts were deep and powerful and carnal. He was fucking her like she could handle the thing she had asked for. And he was right. There was nothing but pleasure in her body, and nothing but love in her heart.
His cock had been amazing in her hands and in her mouth. Here, deep in her pussy, it moved her to deeper things. It was hard and big, but soft and sensitive at the same time. It was the best things about her daddy expressed in a single beautiful part of his being. Each movement of it sent thrills coursing through both her body and his own. But at the same time, Emily knew her body did the same thing to him. She could feel it now, the effect she was having on him. He grasped her ass tightly now. He leaned into her as hard as she could take, but not a bit more. He kissed her one more time, exploring her mouth with his tongue, but then he bore down and let himself hammer her without hesitation. His haunches stiffened, he bucked suddenly back and for the first time, he emitted a groan of lusty pleasure.
She felt him alter his stroke. He was going deep up inside her, but then making quick short strokes. She understood. When she came on her fingers, it would often take just the final right set of touches to make the climax a really good one instead of one that just barely happened. That was what he was doing. She wanted him to finish now, for his pleasure, and so that she could cover him with kisses for making her feel so wonderful. Then he came in her pussy. The cum was warm and wet and wonderful. It made her feel full in an entirely different way than the hard cock had. He groaned and held her hips tightly to his as he gushed into her. Then, he made a few slow strokes to tease the last of it out of his body and into hers. It felt different for her to have him sliding in and out with her pussy lubricated by the cum, and it had to feel different for him, too.
He still held her off the floor, even after his powerful orgasm. She lay over his shoulder, her legs wrapped around his waist, now. “That was wonderful, Daddy,” she whispered. “I have never felt better in my life.”
“I’m taking you to my bed,” he said. “I want to hold you in my arms.” He carried her into his bed, lying their wet bodies down onto the sheets. He pulled a blanket over them and held her. Their shivers quickly faded as the water from the shower evaporated or soaked into the sheet. Then, they lay in a sweet embrace, but Emily noticed that it was different than any embrace they had ever shared. He drew love from her, and he drew on her certainty that this was what they should become. Emily realized that by becoming his lover she was agreeing to give to him, not just take.
He fell silent again, and she mused on the concept of give and take. Didn’t women always give and men take? He had just “taken her virginity,” but she had “given it up.” She had even whispered, “Take me.” She had “given him a blowjob.” There were phrases that had men giving, but they didn’t mean the same thing, did they? “Give her a good fucking.” “Give it to her!” They were all synonyms for “getting some.”
But maybe the words were just words with men like him. If Jared grabbed her tits, he was simply taking. But when her father had done it, he was giving her pleasure, too. They were giving each other mutual pleasure. Maybe what Daddy was doing was sharing. “Sharing a kiss.” “Sharing an embrace.” “Sharing a bed.” “Sharing a life.” That was what they were both doing! Emily would share everything she had with him, and he would share everything he had with her.
Still, there was something she had to give him. Something she wanted him to take from her. Her guilt. “Dad. I have been awful to you. I apologize.”
“I love you, and I forgive you, Emily.”
He had been teased and tortured and now responded to that with love and forgiveness. She kissed him and then reached down between his legs. She wanted more, and he had more to share. He threw the blanket aside and knelt beside her on the big bed. He grabbed her left leg and pulled it firmly so that she turned toward him, her legs spread wide before him. He looked down at her body, short and busty and young. The look in his eyes was one Emily had never seen there before. “I used to hate when your friends called you Bigguns, but a body like yours deserves to be recognized. God damn, Emily. You are one sweet little piece of ass.” Had he really just said that? Of course he had. It was what she wanted him to do, and it was honest, like he had always been.
“You are so big and strong and handsome. You make me so horny.”
“Do I?” he smiled a little proudly. It was filled with the satisfaction that came with being wanted, but it wasn’t tainted with superiority. Emily recognized the smile. She had seen it in the mirror on the occasions she had prompted some sort of physical response from him. He leaned forward and massaged her breasts firmly. His hands were strong and seemed to be touching her deep inside her flesh. She didn’t know pleasure could extend that deeply inside her breasts. He bent his mouth to her and began sucking on her nipples. She felt her hips rise like they were being pulled by a string. She wiggled her leg back between his until she found his thigh and began to rub her pussy against it. He stayed on her tits, sucking, nipping, teasing them up with his lips. Emily moaned in pleasure as she humped his thigh. “These are so beautiful,” he said gently.
“Daddy, I want you so much!”
He moved up and kissed her then. His tongue was inside of her mouth, and she greedily sucked at it and loved the feeling of its warmth and flexibility. She continued to press herself against his thigh. He removed his lips from her so quickly that she thought something was wrong, but she didn’t have to fear that for long. He moved her legs apart again, and she reached with her hips for the departed touch of his thigh against her sex. But then his mouth was down on her. He kissed and licked her pussy hungrily.
His fingers were in her blonde pubic hair, then. His big thumb pressed against her clit. Emily gasped loudly. It was all so quick, so certain, and so passionate. He was taking what he wanted from her body, but even in his moment of slaking his own desires, he gave her so much pleasure. He kept firm pressure on her tender little button, but he never made it hurt. The thumb only felt strong against her. He owned her so completely; she knew that. She bucked to his every touch as his other hand found her tits again.
“This is what I want!” she managed to say. “Yes, Daddy, this is what I want.” She cherished his touches in a new way, now. “You’re gonna make me cum, Daddy!”
“Cum for me, my sweet little lover!” It sounded right. She was all those things. “Do you want my fingers inside you?”
“YES!” He brought the hand from her breasts down to her pussy and probed her with a long finger. She moved to it. Her body wanted to embrace it. He worked a second finger into her, and she stretched to it, the tiny bumps on her pussy walls thrilling to the touch. “Fuck yes!” she hissed. “OHHH! OHHH! OHHH GOD!” Her body released a little cascade of hot juices, and a pleasing little jolt of electricity traveled from inside of her pussy to the tips of her fingers. “You are so good!” she cried when she caught her breath. “Take me, Dad,” she whispered. She had meant to shout it, but the whisper carried more weight in the end. It was breathless and lusty, the exact way she felt inside.
He slid up over her, raised himself on his hands and pushed slowly into her as he lowered his body. She was pinned again. She loved the way his weight felt on top of her. It made him seem even bigger, and she felt like a prisoner to their passion. But she also felt strong, supporting him and feeling his naked chest against her breasts. He drove into her again and again. Each and every time was better than the last.
Then, his weight was off her, and the cool air of the room caressed her naked chest as he knelt straight up between her legs. He pulled the backs of her thighs up and hooked his hands behind her knees as he spread her wide open and plowed into her from this new position. She loved it, too, but wondered why he had removed his broad chest from the place where it rubbed against her breasts as he moved. She looked to his eyes, and found them watching her tits bounce as he fucked her. “Bigguns,” he whispered dreamily. Emily had known they moved men, but now she saw their superpower. Her father was lost in watching them sway as he took her forcefully. He continued his long slow strokes, and finally spoke. “Touch your little clit, baby. Get the most pleasure you can from this.”
Emily found that his eyes dropped lower and stared at the entrance to her pussy where he moved in and out of her, bringing them both so much pleasure. “Yes,” she said. “Watch me do it, Dad. Watch me do it.” She touched herself then. This was the one thing she had done this morning that she was already certain she did correctly. She grasped her left breast with one hand and pressed three fingers of her right hand to her clit. She made little circles, letting her middle finger apply downward pressure to her clit as her other two fingers brushed its sides and teased it back up for the middle finger. “Gonna cum, Dad. Gonna cum again.”
“Cum, baby. Cum for me Bigguns.” The name was getting to be a habit even for him. She had owned it long ago, but from his lips she treasured it. This orgasm was different than any she had ever experienced. This wasn’t just cumming. This was cumming hard. Her pussy contracted around his cock, and the sensation started much further inside of her than she had ever known one to.
“Oh, fucking fuck!” she cried. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she shouted at her father. He smiled and was not turned off by her filthy language. How could he ever be now? “That cock… does things… to me!” she said in short breathless exclamations. He pulled out of her. “You didn’t cum yet!”
“I will. I’m going to take you another way to finish.” He rolled her over and hoisted her hips up off the bed as he slid into her pussy from behind. She tried to rise to all fours, but he pushed her upper body down so that she rested on her elbows. She knew this was “doggystyle” but had not imagined it would feel so good. His hips slapped against her ass as he drove into her, and her big tits rubbed back and forth across the sheet, giving her unexpected pleasure. Unexpected for her, but her dad had known they would rub like that with her on her elbows. She was built like her mother, and he knew better than anyone how to work that type of body. God, she loved his experience.
His hands were on her hips, holding her steady as they rocked to meet one another. She found she could move her hips freely to seek angles that provided more pleasure. He gave her steady strokes and let them fill her with ecstasy again and again. His right hand slipped off her hip. No, it didn’t slip; he had removed it. She felt it snaking across her belly until he found her clit. It was almost frantic the way he worked it this time. She realized he was racing against his own body. He wanted to try and get her over a third time before he had his second orgasm of the morning. His experience helped him keep from cumming quickly, she decided, but was he really good enough to…? “Oh, my fucking God!” she cried as she realized that he was going to do it. “Oh, my fucking God,” she whispered as a mild orgasm ran through her body. This one relaxed her, and finished her. She was as limp as a dishrag.
She managed to keep her hips up to him, with the help of his powerful hands. This was him taking again, but it still was pleasing to her. The ecstasy she drew from it was gentle, even though his final strokes were strong and deep. He found his spot, and her pussy was filled with the warm gushing fluid she had felt before. In the shower it had run out of her so quickly, but here, at this angle, it drained down inside of her. He collapsed on top of her and then rolled to his back as he slid out of her completely.
Emily found she had the strength to pull herself onto him, her bare breasts resting against his naked chest. She kissed him all over his mouth face and neck. “Thank you, Dad. Thank you. Thank you. No girl could ever have a better lover.” Her father reached down and found the blanket, pulling it over their sweaty bodies before they got a chill.
“I love you, Emily. I will love you forever.”
“I love you, too, Dad. Forever and a half.”
Emily had given herself to him. He had taken her. They had shared themselves. She mused on her theme for the first of the countless times she would after they fucked or made sweet gentle love. He could take from her now, and that was something he could never allow himself to do before. Emily knew that because he loved her so, and she him, that even as he took, he gave of himself. He had been her counselor, friend, protector. Now he was her lover, and that was what she had wanted him to be. They would share kisses, share a bed, share a life. It would be a life of give and take.