I don't know just when I began to think that something might some day happen with me and dad doing sex stuff, but if I'm not mistaken it wasn't long after I had my first period. I was twelve then.
Often after that, when I'd be sitting on his lap, I'd feel his thing jump under my butt. When it first did that, I'd giggle, knowing what it was, but not realizing why it would move like that. However, when I began to think that it might be getting that way because of me, I'd giggle out of nervousness.
Even sometimes just sitting on the couch alongside of Daddy, he'd manage to turn in such a way that I often felt his thing. He would also look at me in such a way that I kinda knew that he was thinking of seeing me for real, like, without any clothes on. Almost always, this stuff happened when my mom wasn't around. She'd be either someplace else in the house, out shopping, or working.
My mom only worked two (sometimes three) days a week, but the hours were from 4 in the afternoon until midnight, so on those nights (Tuesdays and Thursdays) Dad, me, and my brother Billy were all alone.
The first night that Daddy and I actually crossed the line was on a Thursday, with my mom at work and Billy at a sleepover with his friend Brian. By then I was thirteen. It was an awful hot summer night, and dad and I had just come home after eating out at Burger Biggie.
As soon as we walked in the door the air felt terribly confining and hot. Because the air conditioner had been off all day, the house was stuffy. Dad asked me to go get him a beer while he worked on the thermostat, setting the temperate.
"Okay, Dad. I'll be right back," I said, hurrying away to my room where I hurriedly rid myself of my training bra, which seemed oppressing in that heat. After re-buttoning my blouse, leaving a couple unbuttoned, I went back, going right to the kitchen, where I opened the fridge, got a can of beer for my father, and grabbed a Gatorade for myself, and brought them both out into the living room, where he was now sitting on the couch.
I handed him his beer and sat down alongside him, hoping to cool off. If I only knew how hot it was going to get, I might have thought about staying outside.
Sitting on the couch, I looked over to Daddy and he was kind of smiling at me. At the same time, I noticed his eyes would keep returning to my chest area and I suddenly did a mental self-inspection. I realized that the top two buttons on my blouse weren't fastened and the way I was sitting made the material split apart, giving him a complete view of one of my boobs, nipple and all. Before I had time to adjust, something caught my eye. Looking down, I saw that my Dad had his hand atop the crotch of his pants, pressing down and rubbing it.
Through the side of my eyes I watched in fascination as a large tent seemed to be raised under the material of his pants. With all the times that daddy had looked at me before, even on those times he had looked up my skirt, I never saw him touch himself, like he was doing now. For some reason, my heart started beating faster inside my chest.
I kept watching as he rubbed his crotch. Finally, his hand stopped and he turned and said to me, "Do you realize that your little boob is almost out of your shirt, sweetie?"
I must have turned from pink to bright red in ten seconds. As I moved my hands up to nervously pull myself together, I looked up into his eyes and stumbled, "I-I'm so-sorry, Daddy."
Daddy smiled at me then. Still looking into my eyes, he winked and said, "That's okay, sweetie, you don't have to hide that. Don't tell nobody, but I liked seeing my little girl like that."
I didn't know what to say to that, because I knew it wasn't right for me to let a boy see my boobs. Still, this was my daddy, whom I loved very much. I managed to mutter, "I'm glad you liked it Daddy."
Smiling at me, but with a strange intensity on his face - sought of strained - he then softly asked, "Pumpkin, why don't you take your blouse all the way off. Daddy would like to see you like that."
I guess the reader will be wondering why I reacted as I did, but my only explanation is that I guess that I was always suspecting that he wanted to see me and I probably always wanted to show myself to him. Whatever the reason; on this night, instead of showing fear, or indignation, or crying, or showing any sign of being mad, I simply nodded nervously. Then, as he watched me, I nervously unbuttoned the rest of the buttons. Daddy's eyes had never looked so devoted, watching me intensely as I pulled my blouse off, letting it drop behind me.
I realized that my heart was beating harder. I was naked in front of my own father from the waist up, my little tits all exposed. The cold air in the air-conditioned room on my nipples made them get all hard and puckered.
"Oh sweetie," he said, admiringly, in a voice so low, I barely heard him. "You look so nice. Would you do one more thing for me, baby girl?"
I swallowed nervously, "Uh huh, what?"
"Will you touch them for me, show them off for me?"
I knew what he was asking of me was very naughty, but I didn't care. I loved making my daddy happy and I was starting to enjoy his little game. Smiling at him, I raised my hands up to my soft, little boobs and pressed the palms against them, crushing them against my chest. The feeling of my hard nipples pressing against my hands excited me in a weird way.
Still rubbing his crotch, Daddy then asked, "Honey, would you like to see me, too?"
"I can see you now, Daddy," I said, nervously smiling, knowing what he meant, but not really believing it. The truth was that I never really saw a man's before and my mind was excited at the thought.
"No, sweetheart, I meant would you like to see Daddy's cock?"
The excited tone of his voice and his words had me atingle. I knew the word cock from my friends, but I'd never heard my dad or mom ever use that word or any of the other bad words I heard at school.
From how my face and neck felt, I guess that I turned red from my head to my boobs. I was afraid to answer how I was really feeling, thinking that maybe he'd hate me. The truth was that I very much so wanted to see it. Gathering up all my courage, I swallowed and nervously whispered, "Yes, Dad."
His face glistened with a hint of perspiration as his hand shifted at his pants. I watched in awe as he slowly pulled down his zipper. Then, putting his hand inside, he pulled out his cock. I had never seen anything like it before. I had seen my little brother's a lot, but his was so small. In comparison, Daddy's was absolutely huge -- monstrous -- standing straight out from the hole in his pants, all red and throbbing as he slowly rubbed it up and down with his hand.
My eyes were mesmerized watching it. Somewhere in my head, I heard my father's voice ask, "Do you like it baby girl?"
There was a pause of thirty seconds or so as my mind absorbed what I was seeing, and suddenly his words sunk in. I didn't know how to answer because I didn't know if I liked it or not. However, I was about to find out soon enough, that was for sure! Knowing Daddy was waiting for an answer, I muttered an "Uh huh, yeah."
"Now it's your turn, baby girl," he said, "let me see the rest of YOU."
My heart began beating a lot faster at his comment and seeing that look that was in his eyes. It was a wild look that seemed as if he was alone in his mind. Although I was thirteen and very innocent at the time, somehow I knew that this was going to be different from the other games we had played when I was smaller. I knew what he was asking was wrong, but I also knew that I wanted him to see me naked. I'd always gotten pleasure from seeing Daddy looking at me, but I knew that this was much more.
Slowly, I got up from the couch and after pausing a moment to look at him, I then leisurely unzipped the side of my skirt. I watched his eyes grow real wide as I pushed my skirt off and stood before him wearing just my panties.
"Take off your panties now," he said, softly. His voice sounded strained.
I took a deep breath, knowing that I was about to show my privates, my pussy, to my own father. I must admit, though, that it was something that I wanted to do; his asking was a godsend.
I lifted my hands and brought them to my waist, thrusting my thumbs under the elastic of my panties. Looking over at the excitement in Daddy's eyes, I then pushed them over my hips and down my legs, dropping them to my ankles. Stepping out of them I then stood before him, completely naked. I wondered how my pussy looked to him then. It still didn't have hardly any hair on it, and I knew that my mom's did.
As he looked at it, I saw him start rubbing his cock a little faster. "Wow, little one, you look better than any girl or woman I've ever seen."
"Much better, babe. My turn now, I guess, hah?" This was so exhilarating, knowing that I was exciting my own father.
He then stood too. I watched in amazement as Daddy pulled his shirt off and then moved his hands to his belt, pulling it open. Here I was, totally naked, and couldn't take my eyes away as my father stripped himself to his birthday suit too.
Naked, he walked over to me and said, "Do you want to do more, Sweetheart?"
I knew what he was asking. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was a virgin and he and my mom had always stressed that a good girl should stay a virgin until she got married.
"D-daddy, it's wrong to er, do it, you know what."
"But you want to, don't you toots?"
"I er, no, I can't ... I do but, I don't. I want to make you happy, but I'm er, I can't - don't want to, you know."
"Well, let's go to your bedroom, Sweetheart. Daddy won't fuck you, that's what you mean, hah?" I nodded, nervously. "I promise we won't do that. But I still want to make you happy, baby girl. You lead the way, okay?"
I trusted him. I knew that I was safe and would stay a virgin, because I wanted to stay a virgin. Daddy would never force me to do anything. And if he said he could make me feel good anyway, that excited me.
I felt strange as I led him down the hall to my bedroom. My cunt was feeling real itchy deep inside. My mom wasn't due home until after midnight, so I guess Daddy felt safe shutting the door behind us. His cock was still hard and the sight of it really excited me now.
"Lay on your bed, babe."
"B-but you s-said..."
"It's okay toots. I'm not going to stick this in you," he gestured by clamping his hand around his pole (I must admit that seeing him do that send a flush through me). "I'm going to do some other things that will make you feel really good. And yeah, you'll still be my little virgin girl, okay?"
I didn't know what he was going to do. At that time, I didn't even know how to get myself off; I'd touched myself, but only tentatively, never going all the way with my fingers. I was really an innocent.
After I got onto the bed, Daddy sat on the side and opened my legs real wide and looked down at my pink, hairless slit.
I lay there trembling, watching him looking at me, my heart racing and my breathing forced.
When he put his fingers on it, I gasped, "D-dad?"
"Shhhh, it's okay Hon," he assured, in a near whisper, and then started to slowly rub a finger up and down my cunt lips. It felt so good; nicer than anything I'd ever felt. I just closed my eyes and let Daddy do what he wanted to do to me.
The bed shifted as he then lay on his side alongside me, facing the opposite way, and I opened my eyes just in time to see him leaning his face over and down to my vagina. I couldn't imagine what he was going to do.
AND THEN HE DID IT!
As he put his tongue to my cunt and started licking it, a groan of pleasure escaped my lips, "Aownnnnn..."
My own father was beginning to eat my pussy; something I'd only heard about, but never imagined it being done to me. First, he licked my cunt lips and then he licked the inside of my cunt, pulling the lips apart with his fingers so he could lick all of it. His breathing was heavy and his breath felt exciting while his tongue seemed to be on a mission. Oh, wow, it felt so good, it almost hurt. I was grinding my ass against the mattress, trying to escape his tongue, while, at the same time, I was sort of forcing my pussy up against his face, trying to get his tongue inside me even farther.
While he sucked my pussy, he took my hand and brought it over to his hard, throbbing cock. He showed me how to rub it and then he went back to giving all of his attention to my slit while I jerked him off.
He started sucking me faster, his tongue swishing all through my tingling cunt, lapping at the juices that were oozing from my hole. He was humming or moaning or both into my beckoning slit. It was really too much. I couldn't stand what he was doing to me, yet I wanted more and more. My body was tensing and rolling around on the bed and I was gasping for breath. It was like all the air was knocked from my lungs. The juice was flowing hotly from my pussy and I could feel it running down the crack of my ass.
My hand was moving faster and faster on his cock. I loved the way it felt. It was so hard!
"Daddydaddydaddydad..." I was murmuring
"Oh god baby yeah, yeah!" He was occasionally uttering words of lust, too.
I was overwhelmed with the flood of exquisite pleasure, it surged up through my body is a rush, making every nerve tingle and come alive, I'm sure I must have screamed with the intensity of it. I had thought the sensations I had already experienced were wonderful but this was over the moon. Daddy sucked and licked all over my pussy lips. His tongue went inside me, lapping and licking. Then I felt his finger slide inside my slit. There was a roaring in my ears but I could hear the squishing sounds his finger was making and the slurping noise of his sucking. Then his tongue found the tiny spot at the top of my pussy and this time I know I screamed, the roaring in my ears was deafening and I thought the top of my head was going to explode.
I was panting, and moaning and crying and screaming as the tension built up inside my body. Suddenly, I was very afraid. I didn't know what was happening. And then I experienced the most unbelievable pleasure I had ever known. I felt my pussy flood with juices, wave after wave of pure pleasure surged through me, taking me higher and higher. It was like I was an erupting volcano. The muscles inside my cunt contracted and then relaxed, contracted and relaxed, over and over again. It felt so good. And all the time, hot juice was just pouring from my hole. I could feel it. And Daddy's tongue was there, lapping all of it up, and then swallowing it hungrily. His face was forcing itself deeper into me. He was like a man who was suddenly presented with a meal for the first time in ages, and not given any utensils to eat. Daddy's mouth burrowed fiercely into me and moved uncontrollably from side to side.
"Oh my god Dadddddddeeeeee!!!"
I was climaxing and releasing my juices and my dad was lapping the liquid up eagerly. As the final wave hit me, I gave out.
Finally, I felt real relaxed and Daddy stopped licking me. Then he turned his body. He moved up alongside me and whispered to me, "You alright, babe?"
"Oh yeah, Daddy. That was sooooo good. Thank you so much."
He laid his head on my upper arm, where it meets my shoulder and dropped his arms around me and just held me as I caught my breath.
After I couple of minutes, he asked, "Daddy made you happy like I promised?"
"Hmmm, yeah Dad."
"Do you think you can make me happy now, toots?"
I didn't know what he meant, though I was savvy enough to realize that he probably wanted me to touch his cock again (I had stopped when I was climaxing) or something similar.
"I guess, I er don't know Daddy. What do you want me to do?"
"Maybe you could do for me, like I did for you?"
I realized immediately what he was hinting. Mary Ann Hughes in my 8th grade class supposedly did this to a couple of boys in the school. I even heard she did it even when she was in the 7th grade, and she had all the good looking boys in school wanting to be her boyfriend.
But even though I knew about it, I didn't know what exactly had to be done. Besides, it sounded a bit disgusting. Yet, when I thought about it, it was just as disgusting for my Dad to do that to me, I guessed. My final decision was based on the fact that Daddy had done for me, so how could I refuse doing for him?
"Okay, Daddy," I whispered.
"Thanks, baby girl," he whispered gratefully. Then he rolled over onto his back, his cock sticking way up in the air, and I crawled between his legs.
"T-tell me what to do, Daddy, okay?" I asked, as I nervously took his cock in my hand and stroked the hard shaft slowly like he had shown me earlier.
He explained how he wanted me to suck him off, as he called it. The whole idea of having his cock in my mouth was so dirty, yet so exciting -- well, I couldn't resist.
I dipped my head down and, with my tongue, I licked up and down the length of his turgid prick.
"Nnnnnnngggggg," he groaned.
When I reached the top, I would swirl my tongue around the head the way he wanted me to. After soaking his cock with my saliva like he told me, I opened my mouth wide and sucked the head inside. It tasted kind of funny, but I liked it.
"Careful -- no teeth -- ah yeah gooood - - watch the teeth baby girl..."
Putting his hands on the top of my head, he forced my mouth even further down on his prick, until the head banged against the back of my throat, almost making me gag.
"Mnmnfffffffttt," I muffled.
"Relax, baby girl, relax, hon..." he softly coaxed. I tried to relax like he told me and began a slow, sucking movement, taking his cock in and out of my mouth.
After I had been sucking him for a few minutes, he began groaning and grunting deep down in his throat. I didn't have to bob my head up and down anymore; he was pumping his prick inside my mouth, FUCKING IT.
He raised and lowered his ass faster and faster, slamming the long, hard shaft of his cock down my throat. My mouth filled with saliva and I struggled to swallow.
"Oh, oh, yeah, baby, suck it. Suck that cock. Ugh, oh, harder, now, baby, now!" Then I heard a low moan coming from his throat and his hips starting to pump back and forth against the motion of my bobbing head. He put his hands behind my head and held me to him, his hips moving faster and faster as he fucked me in the mouth.
He was cramming his solid prick as deep as he could get it in my throat, shoving it in and out of my sucking mouth while I worked my tongue even faster over the head of it. His hips moving rapidly as he got closer to shooting his rocks.
To be honest, I actually was ecstatic doing it, but as it was my first time, my mouth was achy like. I wanted him to hurry up and cum, like I heard boys do; I wanted to taste Daddy's thick sperm squirting down my throat. I hurried him along with my hand, pulling at and squeezing his twitching cock, my lips sucking his prick almost all the way down my throat. He kept fucking me in the mouth and moaning, his cock pistoning back and forth and his hairy balls slapping into my chin.
His hands were pushing my face into his hairy crotch. My mouth was sucking wildly and my tongue lapping at him as fast as I could move it.
He groaned out, "Oh god Jen, no one's ever been this good before..."
His moans turned to ragged groans. Suddenly, his cock swelled and his swollen shaft began jerking inside my mouth. Then a stream of his sticky liquid spurted out and he started pumping his hips like crazy. The back of my throat was filled by a thick glob of his warm cum. I could feel his cock expanding, and then another spurt of his juice was squirting inside me.
"AAAAHHHGGGGGHHHHH unnnggggg." Daddy was groaning and muttering.
I swallowed his shooting sperm as quickly as it shot out of the end of his throbbing cock, gulping it down while he let loose with one gushing load after another. As the creamy liquid erupted from his cock, I quickly swallowed to keep myself from gagging. It filled my mouth to overflowing and dribbled down over my chin, spewing in spurts out of his rigid prick and going down my throat. It sort of gagged my throat as it went down, but in time I got used to it.
Finally, his prick stopped throbbing and began to soften. As it went down, I swirled my tongue around the spermy head, lapping up the last few drops of cum that oozed out from his pee-pee hole.
Daddy was breathing hard and his eyes were closed. When he opened them he looked at me and smiled. "Baby, he said, "you can sure suck a prick."
I shyly grinned.
"I love you Daddy..."
"I love you too toots," he said softly, then asked, "You're not mad at Daddy?"
"For what just happened."
"No, silly. I-I liked it -- all of it."
We stayed in my room and rested for a few minutes and then we got dressed and went back outside.
After that day, Daddy and I began getting together quite often, at least a couple times a week. He kept asking me to let him fuck me, but I told him that I wanted to stay a virgin and that he would just have to be happy with my blowing him. He knew he had a good thing going, so he kept his mouth shut after that (even if I didn't, haha).
And as the title of this story warns, this was only the beginning...
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