Gender: Male Age: 72 Location: N/A
This story is a work of fiction, intended for adults only. Names, characters, places and incidents are from the author's warped imagination. The author does not condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which may be illegal in certain jurisdictions. Indeed, the author utterly condemns any form of actual abuse - physical, sexual, psychological and emotional - to any person of any age. Any resemblance to actual events, or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Author's note: A few years back, I received some startling emails from a young girl. In one of the very first she wrote: 'I guess that I should not be telling all this but I found your stories on the internet, and read those where others told you what happened to them, so I thought that I'd try writing down what happened with me and my father last year, just to see if I could write. When I saw how it came out, I thought that I'd send it to you to see what you thought of it and what other people thought.' What follows is the girl's story, edited by me, although I tried not to enhance the sex, because she herself didn't emphasize it. Later emails a year later were much more descriptive.
I know that I was too young to do things but I think that Daddy may have even planned a long time before because we really started a couple of years before.
Like most young girls growing up, I think I always had a crush on my father. I was one of those girls that always cuddled up to him to sit on his lap and such things. I think he started getting ideas soon after my mom could no longer walk. Once she was put in a wheelchair things changed.
I was eleven years old by that time and I remember that after that happened, my mom would go to bed early and daddy and I would stay up watching TV. Of course I was usually snuggled up to him and would kiss him on the neck, the cheek and the ear, and then I remember that after that he started doing those same things to me, even if I hadn't started it. Then there was the night that somehow our lips were touching against each other. I think we were both surprised and stopped right away, but that seemed to mean something to us both. I mean, by then I think I was 12, and although I didn't know about sex yet, I did know that kissing was meant for lovers.
A couple of nights later it happened again, this time I know that Daddy started it and although I pulled away after a while, I did let him kiss me a couple of minutes. He asked me if I minded that he did that and I thought about it and sort of knew I enjoyed it and told him no, I didn't mind. He said that if my mom found out we kissed, she would get mad, and that she should never know. That was the first time that we swore to each other never to tell anyone something.
After that, I guess it was just about every night that we would kiss some, but never what could be call heavy kissing; just like lips stuff, although occasionally he would push his tongue into my mouth, which I seemed to like a lot, but he would quickly stop.
I don't know when it was that he started letting me stay up later. I guess it was in July because I know I didn't have school in the mornings. It was also around then that he started letting me watch a special channel on cable with him. First, he let me watch things with him that had nudity and soon after that, he let me watch movies with him that had sex in them. Of course, this was really sworn-secrecy stuff.
I guess it was from about that time that our kissing became much more than it had been. God, I loved him so much. Soon after that, he was rubbing his hands all over me, on my chest and butt and all, and next he was even touching me on my bare skin, inside my shirt or on my butt inside my panties. The night that he first touched my pussy inside my panties, I thought I would scream. By then, I knew from the movies what happened between a boy and a girl and with those nightly things between us, I was starting to hope that my dad would do those things with me. I was really starting to become worked up.
Once I had seen about masturbation, my pussy had a nightly visit from my fingers. Of course, my nightly fantasy man was my daddy.
It was on my thirteenth birthday that it happened, and by then I knew it was going to, it was just a matter of when he would give in. I know that he was fighting with himself and I wanted to tell him it would be okay, but I thought if I did that, it may have made him get mad at me. So I just waited.
The day went great, as a lot of my friends had come over to my house, in addition to most of my relatives. I got a lot of presents, being a first time teenager and all, and was feeling high by the time the day ended.
It was after 11 o'clock. My mom had been put to bed and I was in the living room with my father; we were watching our channel. I was pretty light-headed and stretched out, my head in his lap. He liked to play with my hair when I did this. I enjoyed it also.
He leaned over and kissed me on the corner of my mouth, and wished me a happy birthday again and asked if I had a good time. Except when he asked, he hadn't moved away when he spoke. I didn't answer; instead I reached up my hands behind his neck and pulled him back down, kissing him fully on the mouth. That's all the encouragement he needed before he shifted around to lie beside me.
I'd never let a boy touch me and you know what? I never will, but Daddy knew what he was doing. Not like what some of the girls at school talk about, how the guys fumble and stuff. Daddy knew exactly what to do. With one hand, he undid my shirt, all the while kissing me. Our tongues wrestled in my mouth for what seemed like hours before he kissed down my neck, catching my skin in his teeth and nipping a little. I was getting hot and so was he. As I said before, I know what goes on between men and women. I'd just never tried it. My thighs kept pressing together; I felt like I was aching or had a deep itch in my pussy that I couldn't scratch. Maybe I'm not describing it right. I hope I'm good enough here with words and stuff. All I know is me and daddy were moaning and kissing each other, his tongue was leaving a damp trail over my neck and over my breast. When he closed his mouth around my aching nipple, I nearly arched right off the couch. It was sooo good. I told him that, and tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him there.
He had a leg over me by then and was partially above me. I could feel him hard and pressing down against me. He was grinding slowly in circles and I thought I was going insane.
"More, Daddy. Don't stop, okay?"
A stupid question; of course he wouldn't.
His hands had me moaning, his lips and tongue had me trembling and my nails kept sliding down his back. I guess I should have been frightened, but I wasn't. In fact, I was feeling so urgent that I was not thinking of anything but him and me. I don't even remember how long it was before we began to undress; all I know is that once we started, it didn't take long for our clothes to be in a pile on the floor before we were lying nakedly pressed to one another. When Daddy's hand slid up the inside of my thigh, I didn't think I could take much more. One finger slid between the soft and wet folds of skin and I bit his shoulder to stifle a groan - - I couldn't let my mom hear us. It felt so good to feel his finger inside the folds of my slit, rubbing up and down. After a couple of minutes, my hips started lifted all by themselves and he then moved up onto his knees to watch as his fingers moved over my clit. Our moans at his touch mingled and he grabbed my ankles. Looking me in the eyes, he then urged me to lift them up and he helped me do that, resting them on his shoulders.
My father kept telling me over and over how sexy I was, how much he wanted me, how much he'd been wanting me, how he'd been dying for me every night. His words just made me wetter; I could feel the slickness on my thighs and sliding down the curve of my hiney. Tormenting me with his words and hands, I couldn't lie still on the couch; I just kept bucking up each time Daddy's finger would slide within my slit, his thumb stroking over my clit. I wanted him deeper, but he seemed reluctant. He knew I was a virgin. I didn't have to tell him, my own body gave evidence of it when his finger met resistance.
"Please Daddy," I urgently but quietly pleaded.
"No, not yet baby girl."
From the way that he was breathing and the wild look in his eyes, I could tell he wanted to fuck me, more than anything else at that moment. Yet he wouldn't. Lowering his body over mine, Daddy ground his hips slowly, his hardness sliding through the wetness that he caused - - rubbing hard over my clit, faster... and faster. I clutched at his back and I think I started to scream when I came; I bit my lip, so that only a mournful whimpering came from my mouth. I know I had his back pretty badly scratched with my nails. He never complained though, he just tensed up a little and groaned against my ear.
What he whispered can still set me off to this day, "Cum for me, Baby."
And I did, again. The feeling deep in my core that his desire-filled words made rise in me can't be described. His grinding got faster and his hands wrapped around my hips. I could feel him climax on my belly and hear his moan, though it really was more like a growl.
Afterward we lay together for at least fifteen minutes more. I think Daddy felt that he had satisfied both of our needs and was happy that we didn't do incest. However, it was not enough! The heat from our bodies being together, along with our lips continuing to kiss and peck, in addition to our hands wandering, and words of love... all combined to cause his common sense to give in to lust.
When he got up and reached a hand out to me I knew it was about to happen. He wanted to take me into my room, behind closed doors, where my screams would be stifled, and my mom couldn't hear us. We hurried to my room, where Daddy urged me onto my bed and followed nakedly behind.
I'd like to say it was the greatest thing in the world but, unfortunately, the first time was not so great. It hurt more than I thought it would, but I didn't care, I wanted him so badly.
I watched Daddy's face and rested up on my elbows as he slowly entered me. As wet as I was, I still felt like I was nearly being ripped apart, but still, my hips lifted up to urge him deeper. He wouldn't let me, he could tell by the expression on my face that it was hurting and he drew back, keeping his hands on my hips to force them still as he moved back and forth, slow and soft against my entrance.
My head fell back and I groaned, I was nearly begging Daddy to do it by now. This time when the wide head passed the wet folds and entered, it was a little easier. His eyes were closed and his muscles were tight and coiled.
[Later he told me he was like that to keep himself from thrusting all the way in, that I felt so good and incredibly tight to him. My moans made it worse for him, and each time I said, "Please Daddy..." he nearly came.]
He rolled to his back, taking me with him. My knees splayed further apart and slid along the sheets, taking him deeper. Only when he pressed against the thin membrane of skin did I tense up, not liking the way it stung at all.
"Oh sweetheart, god damn...!" That growling sound was back in his voice and it sent a shudder down my spine.
I purposely made my knees slide further apart on the sheets and bit down hard on my bottom lip when I pressed down with my hips and took him deeper. It hurt. God it hurt, but I didn't move. I don't think I could have if I wanted to.
Daddy sat up and ran his hot hands along my bare back, caressing over my shoulders as he kissed me, his tongue claiming my mouth as he claimed my naked body with his. Each kiss and touch made me forget the stinging between my thighs. When he released my mouth and lowered his head to my bare breast, teasing the nipple before sucking it into his mouth, I forgot about the pain completely. I know I groaned, and one hand threaded through his hair, pulling him closer. The slight scrape of his teeth over the small nub made it harden instantly in his mouth. I could feel the gentle pressure right down to the pit of my stomach as he sucked.
My hips moved a little, knowing the rhythm instinctively. He looked down at where our bodies joined and my gaze followed. I guess for my age, I'm quite small and, at least to me, Daddy's cock is very thick and long, so that when I moved, we could actually see the slight roundness pressing outward through my belly. This seemed to drive him crazy.
His hands wrapped around my hips, moving them over and down, harder but still slowly. He couldn't take his eyes off the movement under my skin. His large hand stretched out and his thumb slid into my cunny-lips, teasing them open and rubbing over my clit. I was done for. The harder I rocked, the longer and deeper each stroke inside me was. I could feel him pressed tight to the depths of my insides, and it was a little uncomfortable, but I didn't care.
When I came, I nearly fell over his shoulder. My teeth nipping down hard against his skin as my thighs tightened around his hips. I know I was groaning and crying that it felt so good. My inner muscles contracted and tightened over him, sending him over the edge. I don't think Daddy meant to cum inside me, cause he seemed a little upset with himself for it later, but I held and kissed him, telling him it was alright; I wouldn't get pregnant.
I was right. I didn't.
However, daddy wasn't around long enough after that to find out. I never found out if he left because of me or if something happened to him. Mom won't say. He's been gone a little over a year now. If, and when he returns, maybe I'll tell more.
Author's note: About a year later, the girl established contact with me again. It seems that the father did indeed return. In fact, not only did the couple immediately take up where they left off, but their sexual encounters became so heated that the father seemed to lose all control over his lust, and the youngster became pregnant, at fourteen. In her emails to me, she tried to describe some of their sex during that period - - what they did and how it felt to her. To be sure, those episodes were much more heated. However, I'd like to judge by how this story is rated as to whether or not I should bother to edit and post the girl's further adventures.
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