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I Think He's Sleeping III
After my dad finished with me I got up to take another shower. A part of me didn't want to. In a way I wanted to just leave his seed inside of me where it belonged, but there was also blood. I wasn't worried about the blood because I knew that he had broken my hymen and I had already knew from the girl's locker room what that meant.
When I got into the bathroom I looked into the bathroom mirror at my face, because I wanted to see if the de-virginized me looked any different then the one I saw yesterday.
You look like a little whore that's what you look like, my mom's voice piped in. Now you know why I left that son of a bitch, she continued. He treated me like a piece of meat in the bedroom for years!
“Shut the fuck up,” I said to the mirror.
Whore! She said back. She always had to have the last word and I always let her.
I took one last look in the mirror to see if her words were true. Was I a whore? I had just laid on the couch and let my father fuck the shit out of me, and I loved every second of it. I wanted more of it.
I had spent many days doing the acceptable father daughter things. When I was little my dad pushed me on swing sets and held my hand in stores so I wouldn't run off and get lost. My dad was always the one to kiss my boo-boos and put ointment on and then a band aid. He wiped my tears when I cried and cuddled me when my heart hurt telling me that everything would be okay. I couldn't imagine a more meaningful way to repay him, nor a better person to give my virginity to. If that made me a whore then I guess that's what I was, but the truth was that I didn't feel like a whore. I felt like a good daughter and nothing was better than pleasing my dad.
I stepped into the shower and turned the water on as hot as I could take it. The mess my father and I had made had been dripping down my legs, and I hadn't even really noticed it. I rinsed it away and smiled. The evidence of our naughtiness brought a smile to my heart.
I told you what would happen if you sat on his lap, but noooo.... You wouldn't believe me. I bet you regret not listening to your mother now!
If my mother's voice had been talking to anyone else, Miranda Whitaker, for example, she might have been right. Miranda was the first girl she'd ever heard being talked about in one of the locker room circles. She was a junior when she gave herself to Chad Hudson, the jock that every girl swooned over. I could remember how all the girl's had been so jealous the first time they saw Chad holding Miranda's hand. When the rumors started that she had let him have sex with her everyone turned on her as fast as a cat chasing a mouse.
One minute she was the envy of the school, and the next she was the class whore. Miranda had taken a week off of school when she found out that everyone knew what she had done. When she came back she could barely look anyone in the eye. Miranda regretted her actions, but I couldn't help but to wonder why? Other than everyone knowing that is. People were so stupid. You get any one of the girls alone—one on one—and they will openly admit that they are curious about sex and can't wait to try it out. Get them in a group and they will point at any girl that follows through with their desire and call them every dirty name in the book. Life was just so complicated.
Eventually Miranda had been so embarrassed that she moved to another school district. She must have been so ashamed that she confessed her transgression to her parents and they must have been supportive enough to get her out of that school. Good for them I guessed.
I knew one thing for sure. I didn't want to be like Miranda. I was just as curious about sex as every other girl at school and I knew I was never going to wait until I met Mr. Right and got married to experience it. I just wasn't that patient.
I finished washing and rinsed myself off. Then I grabbed a towel and dried myself. I did my hair, still feeling that sense of accomplishment, maybe other girl's regretted their sexual decisions, but I still couldn't relate. Sex was sex and good sex made more sense to me.
When I was finished making myself look decent I threw on a robe and headed back into the living room. My dad was back in his recliner. I slid in next to him.
He stroked my hair and then patted my ass.
“You okay pumpkin?”
I looked up at him and smiled.
“I gotta worn you kiddo. If you can't handle this then it's up to you to stop it. I won't do it. You are not my girl friend....”
“I know,” I said putting my finger to his lips. My dad was trying to balance everything out, but he didn't have to. I pretty much knew what he wanted to say, but I didn't want him to say it. He wanted to tell me that it was just sex and blah blah blah, but he didn't have to say anything. I wasn't his girl friend and I didn't really want to be treated like a girl friend. If I wanted that I could have had a list of guys from school to fill that role. I was too young for a relationship and I didn't want that. Not yet anyway.
Right then in my life I just wanted to explore the realm of sex and I was game for whatever he had in mind. He didn't have to worry about hurting my feelings or making me feel used. The truth was that I wanted to be used. Wasn't that what being a woman was all about as far as sex was concerned. My observations so far in life said it was. At least that was the reality of it. Girls went around trying to get guys to use them without using them, and guys went around trying to find a girl that would let them use them.
Why fight it. It was better to just know who I was outside of the bedroom and go with the flow inside of it. Fuck it... Right?
My dad looked like he wanted to keep talking. As if he had so much more to say. I decided that there was only one option.
I unzipped the jeans that he had put on and took him back into my mouth. I slid my lips over the head of his dick and teased it with my tongue. I could feel him getting hard in my mouth. I stopped for a second and looked up at him. He looked back down at me and I could see that concerned look disappear from his face.
It was replaced by the lust filled look that I wanted him to have and I could feel my pussy begin to wake up. What was it that women hated about the idea of being used? I just couldn't understand it. The look on my dad's face was one of animal lust and it was lighting my insides on fire. I wanted more of that.
I took him into my mouth as far as I could and reached up to his hands. I wanted him to do that thing again where he pushed my head down. It was my job to please him and it was his job to make me. I wanted him to make me do whatever he wanted me to do.
He got the idea and began to push my head down. He balled my hair into his fists.
“Damn Eva. I never realized you were such a slut! You like that?” He said as he began to fuck my face. I nodded yes. The idea of being treated like this was making me moist.
He pulled me down hard onto his dick and it hit the back of my throat. My jaw was stretched to it's max but I didn't care. I could feel his hard dick trying to conform to the shape of my throat like it was designed to do.
“That's it girl,” he said. “Control your gag reflex. You got it. Suck me like a pro!”
He let me back up.
He pulled me in close to his face and I came willingly. He kissed me passionately. Our tongues danced and the idea of having my dad's tongue in my mouth sent chills down my spine. I couldn't help but to wonder just how horrified my mother would be at that moment. I kissed him back.
His hands began wandering up and down my body. It was like he was looking at me with his fingertips—drinking in every inch of my teen body. The fact that it was against all realms of social acceptability only made it hotter. I wanted him to do it more just because he wasn't supposed to and my pussy was lit on fire once again.
“God Eva.... Your skin is so soft and tight. I want to lick every inch of you.”
“Mmmm....” I said. “Lick me daddy. That sounds so good! I want your tongue all over me!”
My dad lifted me up and brought me to the floor. He carefully laid me down on my back and then kissed my forehead gently. Then he gave me a peck on the lips. The lust filled look on his face had changed once again and I couldn't help but admire how quickly his moods changed to fit the situation. Mine changed with him easily. I knew that the fatherly part of him was back and I liked the idea. He meant to please me and I was all for it.
He traced down my chin with his tongue and began to kiss my neck. I could feel my nipples get even harder than they already were. They were begging for some of the same attention that my neck was getting as if they were jealous of the attention. I could feel my dad's fingers begin to caress my leg. He traced his way up my outer thigh, to my stomach, and finally up to my breast. He cupped it for a second and then squeezed it gently. My nipples began to scream even more at me and for a second I thought the room was filled the sound of their begging.
He sucked on my neck hard and my pussy began in the chorus of begging. My entire body began to tingle with heated electricity as his fingers finally began to trace the outline of my nipples and to satisfy their hungry cries.
This is what the societal rules were trying to prevent? My mind screamed. I had heard someone say that Eskimos had a tradition of letting the father take the virginity of his daughters and at that moment I realized that they were onto something their. Instead of shunning the idea we should be encouraging that. My father was filling me with a degree of pleasure that no fifteen or sixteen year old was capable of. His experienced tongue and fingers were capable of teaching me everything I needed to know and I wanted all the lessons he had to give.
He gently pinched one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he placed the head of himself at my opening and began to tease me with it. I spread my legs farther apart to receive him. My pussy was begging for just that kind of attention, but he only pushed it in slightly. Not enough to satisfy me. Just enough to make me want more as his hungry lips went from my neck to my earlobe.
Just when I couldn't take anymore and as I was about to grab his waist, wrap my legs around him and yank him forward and into me, he backed off and his tongue went greedily to my nipples, switching back and forth from one to the other. His tongue was like a little expert as he first licked and then gently bit them. He seemed to know the exact amount of pressure to apply, and was able to find the perfect border between pleasure and pain.
“Oh Gawd Daddy.... That feels soooo good!” I squealed.
He couldn't wait any longer. His tongue traced down my stomach and made a b-line to my snatch. My clit was dying to be licked and teased and somehow it's cries were heard by his ears. He spread my pussy lips with his fingers and began to lick around it. He sucked my clit into his mouth and nibbled ever so gently on my little sail boat.
“Fuck!” I yelled out surprising my own ears when I did. “Dammit Daddy eat my pussy!” I yelled hungrily. Then it was my turn to grab his head and pull him in. He slid his tongue into my opening and began to fuck into me with it.
Having his tongue inside of me felt like having a giant sized worm squiggling around inside of me, and again I squealed out. My hips bucked into his face and I grabbed him by the hair. A feeling of utter rebellion swarmed over me, and I eagerly succumbed to its will.
“Lick my fucking pussy you bad bad daddy!” I said as I fucked into his face, bucking my hips and grinding my pussy against him. I pulled hard on his hair letting him know that he didn't always have to be gentle with me. I wanted to fuck and to be fucked. I wanted it raw and hard and lusty and dirty. There were no boundaries here and I wanted him to know that as I dragged his face up and down on my snatch.
Without any warning my dad pulled back, grabbed underneath my knees and pushed my legs into my stomach. Then he bent down and began to tease my ass hole with his tongue.
I felt like the wind was ripped from my lungs. I couldn't believe that he was willing to go there with the same instrument that he used to eat with, but the feeling was immense.
“Son of a bitch Daddy!” I said half expecting him to slap my ass for swearing like a navy seal. He didn't though and I realized that I had been cussing ever since we started getting naughty with each other. I guess language didn't matter as much anymore, and I almost laughed out loud.
“Fuck my ass with your dirty tongue daddy!” I said getting into using foul language with him.
There was just something about being allowed by him to be so carefree that sent even more chills down my spine. I was definitely in heaven and I couldn't wait for tomorrow. I definitely wanted to make every second count.
My dad's tongue felt amazing as it slid in and out of my sphincter. There was obviously no such thing as thing as taboo with him and once again I was reminded of how wise this decision had been.
The anal play only lasted for a minute. Before I knew it he let go of my legs, and slid up over me. He hovered above me and inserted himself into me. That fatherly look was back in his eyes, and he slid himself slowly into me.
I spread my legs wider to receive him. It was still difficult for me because my father's size wasn't exactly a match, but my vaginal walls did there job and stretched for him. I laid back and enjoyed the way that he felt inside of me. He went slow this time and for some reason that was perfect. That desire to be fucked like an animal seemed to come and go like clouds do from day to day.
It was nice having my dad inside of me and I just wanted to enjoy it. I would have been perfectly fine to just stay there. To just have his tool inside of mine for the rest of the day if that's what he wanted. He slid it slowly in and out of me and stared into my eyes.
Just having him look at me like that sent me over the edge. I wasn't his girl friend... We had already established that, but in a way I was, and that was okay too. I could be whatever he wanted, because it didn't matter. I knew it wasn't forever. I knew that I would eventually grow up and marry my own guy. I just hoped that he turned out to be just like my dad.
If I had a daughter I would want her to learn about sex in the same exact way that I was now. That was the thought I had as my cum squirted out onto the living room floor.
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